Confessions of a high school Buddhist: animals are friends, not food

Taylor du Pont
Multimedia Editor

Over the past few years, I have struggled to accept a religion into my life. I was brought up in a Congregational family, but as the years of my childhood flew by, I began to question my Christian faith. After my best friend was diagnosed with a terminal brain tumor when I was in seventh grade, my skeptical religious views turned into agnosticism. When I was a sophomore in high school, she died and I became a pessimist, turning to atheism.

What the hell am I doing with my life?!

Giuliana Savini
Editor-in-Chief

In 8th grade, I constructed the Pantheon out of gingerbread. The Latin inscription was piped in icing, and the Roman gingerbread men surrounding the building were reading their scrolls made from the paper of a Fruit by the Foot. And recently I have realized that that act, four long years ago, still matters.