“I need that”--something I hear and say almost daily. But do I actually need it? Generally, the answer to that is “no”, but social media has made me feel like I do. As someone who is easily influenced, I know how it feels to see something on social media and immediately want to buy it.... Continue Reading →
There are two things, for me, that mark the heralding of spring. One is the first bloom of daffodils. The second is the Pancake Breakfast. Moharimet Elementary School in Madbury, NH prides itself on its surrounding maple trees and the sap they provide. Saturday April 5th was Moharimet’s Pancake Breakfast, a 26-year annual event where... Continue Reading →
It’s 1973 and Billy Jean King, winner of 39 major tennis titles, stands at the edge of the court, her focus unwavering as the energy of the crowd buzzes in the stands behind her. The score is close, and the pressure is building; Every stroke of her racket is made not just for herself, but... Continue Reading →
It is a frigid Monday morning in October, and the cold seeps through the walls as I roll out of bed. The blaring alarm breaks my sleep—it’s six a.m. I stumble to the clock, hit the switch, and crawl back under the covers, desperate for more rest. Teenagers need eight to ten hours of sleep... Continue Reading →
Walking from my grandparents’ house to downtown Durham, each step 6-year-old me took brought me closer to what I thought was the official start of the holiday season. My sister and I were bundled in the scarves our Nana had carefully knitted to keep us warm through the night of holiday cheer. We anxiously awaited... Continue Reading →
The audience is teeming with excitement, holding onto their playbills and waiting anxiously. Backstage it’s all nerves and last-minute preparations as the actors review their lines, find their props, touch up their makeup, and prepare for an hour and a half of mystery, murder, and clowns. The music fades, the curtains are pulled aside, the... Continue Reading →
I was sitting in the counselor’s office, amid my new schedule for junior year. I was taking a long time, trying to figure out what I should fill my unwanted free period with and on a whim, I picked Genocide in the Modern World. Yikes, that’s a gruesome class title, I thought to myself. But... Continue Reading →
You just don’t want to learn what they’re teaching. The first time I cried after receiving a grade was during my sophomore year. I could say that looking back, it wasn’t really a bad grade. But then I’d have to say what a bad grade would have been. At the time I probably had a... Continue Reading →
The system has been broken for generations. When my UNH professor walked into Elementary Arabic last Monday, I could immediately tell something was off. Instead of cheerily announcing “Assalamu alaikum ya shabab” to his tired class of seven, he entered the room quietly and connected his laptop to the projector. In a matter of seconds,... Continue Reading →
For as long as I can remember, I’ve always wanted to be an extrovert. Someone who had a tall, confident posture, a permanent smile on their face, and could just talk to anyone they wanted to with little to no effort. Even as early as elementary school, I was envious of those people. They were... Continue Reading →
Mouth of the River 