The Lambert Post

My Life as a Student

Kelly Yoon, News Editor

May 17, 2016

Monday, I should wake up early and go to school Or should I go back to bed with the cookies I stole Tuesday, I’m set and ready to go It’s a great day until I spill coffee on myself Wednesday, we’re only in the middle and got to keep working But first, gotta have another cup of caffeine...

Inner Beast

Elizabeth Findley reveals that all people look the same just beneath the surface

Elizabeth Findley, Staff Writer

May 10, 2016

"This was a drawing I did last year in art class. The left side is a skull that I drew, while the right side is a cut out from a magazine. I think it is a cool concept because, at the end of the day, we are all the same on the inside, no matter what outside appearances are." -Elizabeth Findley

Ant Farm

Madeline Laguaite, Feature Editor

May 6, 2016

Theresa Williams loved bugs. She liked to watch the way they moved, she liked to watch their interaction with other insects, and she liked to watch their tiny eyes blink. Basically, she enjoyed being crouched low to the ground, studying the various bugs that thrived in her cramped backyard. Her moth...

On Truth

Will Harper, Student Submission, 11th Grade

May 2, 2016

People omit truth all the time The effect is not so sublime. We can’t build faith, we can’t build trust How does a liar feel this lust? Sometimes the truth is too hard to hear So, in that case, it is best not to be clear. But lying is a habit, it blackens the heart One who is...

A Bakery in Italy

Faith Settipani, Student Submission, 11th Grade

March 30, 2016

He wanted to start a bakery. A bakery in Italy where the walls were draped with luscious green vines and a canal could be seen out the rickety wooden window. He baked for hours: strawberry cupcakes with pink frosting and decals on the sides, lemon cakes with buttercream painted on top. The airy scent...

The Rose

Emilie Skaug, Student Submission, 11th Grade

February 5, 2016

Through the snow, a red rose grew And it pierced the dark with a midnight dew. The ruby red rose shone out through the night, Showing everything that is good and right. Yet a greedy lady plucked it out, Replacing everyone’s joy with doubt. The rose was placed in a little glass vase, And...

Sound of Winter

Hazel Lee, Student Submission, 11th Grade

February 3, 2016

The sound of winter sits inside my head The sound of the wind carrying away the fallen leaves As the piercing wind soars up the crevice in my sleeves The sound of white snow silently engulfing all in sight As the icicles on roof ridges meet the winter sunlight The sound of memories forming...