A poem, painting an intimate portrait of two people, lovers, lit only by moonlight. These are the things they did and didn’t do.

Bryce’s self-portrait is bold. Edgy. But not INAPPROPRIATE. Not LEWD. He tested boundaries, tried to express himself. Isn’t that what art class is for?

As our Writer of the Year, Zach’s inner circle has grown notably more prestigious. But unfortunately, that means cutting the fat. Sorry Sting. You’re uninvited from ravioli night.

What do Spartacus, William Wallace, and Che Guevara have in common? They’re all revolutionaries who would totally HATE school and this DUMB assignment.

#tbt to our Mirrors prompt. Rachel and Dimitri have an unwanted lurker, tracking their every move as lovers. And though his motivations may be sub-human, he knows more about them than they do.

It didn’t take long for tag to turn into clumsy violence. This is the story of how I became the first person at the infirmary at summer camp.

There are many kinds of coffee, but only two are acceptable: the good kind, and the shit kind. A poem celebrating a special brew.

In-N-Out’s “secret menu” is not much of a secret. But you’ve likely never heard of these hidden menu items at McDonald’s, Wendy’s, Taco Bell, and beyond.

Who invented Labor Day? Don’t. Care. Time to run some of that Summer ’16 slang through these Mad Libs and wait for third period.