by Chandler Watson
by Abe Asher
About a year ago last April, I drove us off a cliff.
by Calla Slayton
Last Tuesday evening at 7:30pm, the field was filled with people who had come out for the Boys Lacrosse team’s final home game of the regular season. Students from all three divisions, faculty, and alumni were present to support the boys as they battled Lincoln High School — one of OES’s biggest rivals.
by Simon Mehari
Voting: Some say it’s the duty of citizens; some say that it is irrelevant and doesn’t matter. This ideological feud is a challenge not only faced by the OES community, but by much of the world.
by Isabele Riser
It is that glorious time of year again: invasive posters show up on the doors of the DC and disturb what was once a peaceful walk to the cafeteria. It’s the time when endless streams of BS trickle from the mouths of presidential candidates and gross amounts of bias leech into various forms of OES media.
by Thomas Hochman
The first time I met Abe, I didn’t say anything. It was soccer season — I was swinging up as a backup goalkeeper to local legend Jared C. — and I was petrified. “Sorry” when I invariably messed up accounted for about 8 of the 12 words that I said to the whole team throughout the season, so to say that he and I had a lot of social interaction might be stretching it a little bit.