Dear Fieldston News Readers, I don’t know that I’ve ever formally introduced myself to you; when you read my writing I likely exist as a disembodied, snarky voice in your mind, or
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I haven’t legally entered Fieldston’s grounds since ninth grade–at least; not on a technical level. When the new school ID’s were rolled out, and we were meant to take our pictures in
MoreMost of us would balk at being called a “tryhard”–to overextend oneself, to earnestly put forth a genuine effort to be good at something–is somehow in and of itself a cause for
MoreHere at Fieldston, failure is a bit of an anomaly. We are offered infinite opportunities for retakes, for extra credit, for extra help–everybody around us is counting on our success. We think
MoreParis Hilton, the nasally baby-voice of the early 2000s, looks to be almost frozen in time. Perpetually toned and blonde, with low-rise sweatpants and daddy’s money, she’s either a vapid representation of
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