I am going to Northwestern University to study musical theatre. It sounds silly, but a big reason for that whale of a decision stems directly from composer and playwright, Jason Robert Brown. In my lifetime,...

Mr. Ricker

For many, math is the low point of their day, the thorn in their side, the deep grey cumulonimbus hanging over freedom at 2:20. Call me crazy, but over the years, numbers have become my best friends,...

I didn’t sleep last night. — and no, it wasn’t because I was staying up all night trying to concoct the perfect “Senior Citizen day” outfit. It was because I was thinking. A lot. It all started...

The end is nigh. Despite lukewarm temperatures, I’ve taken to cranking up the heat in my car and rolling down the windows to blast tunes throughout St. Chuck. It’s summer in my heart and high school...

Four years ago — an oddly difficult time period for me to describe — I first entered the hallways of FHC. Much the same, four years ago, my favorite band decided the spotlight was too big, the music...

It was a chilly Halloween night when junior Jeff Connor decided the inevitable: he was going to sneak out. Despite being already grounded, Connor recalls being extremely defiant in his rebellion. “At...

Thom Yorke (Radiohead), Flea (Red Hot Chili Peppers), and Joey Waronker (Beck/R.E.M.) walk into a bar. Bartender asks: “What do you want?” They reply: “World peace and good music.” In my rambling...

The unofficial “Thorpe Report” had students and teachers in a buzz all day Wednesday Feb. 20 for the inevitable — snow day. “I’m putting my money on [Superintendent] Pam Sloan waiting it out...

To the El Estoque Staff, When I went to El Estoque I was immediately hit with a wealth of information — but more importantly accessible information. As a fellow web designer I can really appreciate...

A representation of less than 1 percent of the original pool of students, National Merit Scholars are the elite candidates judged to have the strongest combination of academic skills and achievements,...

There are tears on my calculus problems from Monday. And no, they are not tears of anger or frustration from inability to figure out an integral or derive an equation. Rather, they are tears of joy. That...