NCHS from the student’s point of view…
Emma Hutchins
Opinions Editor
It’s that time of the year again. The sun slowly recedes, Uggs return from their reverse hibernation, Kleenex sales make a noticeable spike, and my mom nags me to get the flu shot (to which I usually scour the internet for horror stories of obscure allergic reactions as “evidence” that our doctor is actually being overdramatic, really, I will be fine without being punctured by the primitive harpoon the nurse calls a needle).
Ellen Trinklein
Opinions Editor
Sometimes when I wake up in the morning I am, for a brief moment, drastically confused about what I should wear. I wake up in the seasons of ambiguity between summer and fall, or fall and winter, and I frankly don’t know what the weather will be like. Will it be hot? Will it be cold? Is it a shorts day? Can I wear flip flops?
Dan Popper
Editorial Director
In the past month, there has been a tremendous outburst of suspensions in college football because players breached the NCAA-established regulations and conditions of their amateur statuses. A.J Green, wide receiver for the Georgia Bulldogs and potential top five NFL draft pick, has been suspended for the first four games of this season for selling his game-worn jersey for 5,000 dollars. 15 UNC football players were ruled ineligible for their opening game against the No. 21 ranked LSU Tigers for alleged contact with an agent. Most notably, on June 11th Reggie Bush, during his two years at USC, was accused and convicted of violating NCAA policy by accepting improper benefits from outside sources after a year and a half long investigation by the NCAA. Because of his conviction, Reggie Bush willingly gave up his 2005 Heisman Trophy.
Ellen Trinklein
Opinions Editor
Hello world, I’m different.
What an awkward thing to say. In middle school– the place where confident, careless youngsters are forced to assimilate into adulthood–this is the last thing I would’ve wanted to admit. Even now, and especially in a small town like New Canaan, different doesn’t always feel like it works…
Sara McCloskey
Editor-in-Chief
For a good portion of my childhood, my schedule was filled with ballet classes. Eventually that ended because my flexibility sucked to the extent that, well, I began to bawl during a stretch class when I was “pushed to my limit.”
