His charms? an art. Voice? Marv’ lous harp. Eyes warm like stars: a hearth  His gaze did carve a mark on parched,  cold, starving, starkly darkness.    It lit a spark inside my heart That burned all day and night enraptured by his blinding light My passion, joy, delight   We sat and laughed in patch of grass In awe of all we saw He tightly grasped my hand, the lamb All land began to thaw   So as I tracked life’s rambling path, Its damning baffling cracks Were paved by his frabjous...

Prom. What is it, if not an excuse to dress fancy, eat a ton of food, and act crazy? It's a rite-of-passage kind of high school experience — or at least that's what it's like in the movies. But what is it really like? Here are some Montrosian perspectives from this year's junior/senior prom. First, the venue: Brookmeadow Country Club. It definitely felt very ritzy -- despite the creaky floor that felt like it was going to collapse under everyone jumping. The decorations were fun (so many balloons!) and as we entered, we marveled at how small...

Life is stressful. There’s no point in denying that. Everyone has different levels of stress, and at this point in the school year, it is definitely more stressful. APs have *finally* arrived. And then almost as soon as they’re over, finals are here. This introduces the growing need for balance in your crazy life.  Balance is so, so important. It is easy to physically lose your balance. You have too much weight on one side, and BAM, you fall and get hurt. It is the same mentally. Without balance, life gets really unhealthy, fast. You spend...