The Lambert Post

My Life as a Student

"I wrote this piece to entertain myself of the school year and keep pushing until the end. High school really hit me starting from this year and worse along its way up to may. I kept finding myself in the dark, trying to avoid the reality of having to keep working my way up through education. Education I feel like never seems to be complete in any means and will be forever continuous." -Kelly Yoon
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,...

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

Inner Beast

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...

Ant Farm

"A short story about a young girl who's dreams are fulfilled when she gets an ant farm." -Madeline Laguaite
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...

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...

A Bakery in Italy

"I wrote this piece to acknowledge the gender roles that society, and parents in particular, place upon kids. It is vitally important not to discourage a child to be his or her true, authentic self; this happens far too often when society adds in specific gender roles based purely on outdated and ridiculous stereotypes." -Faith Settipani
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...

The Rose

"This is a poem about joy and the removal of joy; it symbolizes how something so pure can be diminished with one careless action." -Emilie Skaug
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...

Sound of Winter

"'Sound of Winter' is a poem I wrote on a snow day, reminiscing about the winters I spent in Chicago." -Hazel Lee
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...

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