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The Lambert Post

The student news site of Lambert High School

The Lambert Post

The student news site of Lambert High School

The Lambert Post

This was taken during a Lambert JV football game last season, and it captures the point of view of a football player during a pinnacle point in the game. -Kate Shadburn

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,...

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...

It was snowing outside and I wanted to get a picture, but I didnt have a phone or camera. I noticed my laptops camera and decided to use that. Problem is, its front-facing, so i had to lean it awkwardly to get a picture. The camera, being low-quality, distorted the image a bit, but it ended up looking better than anything I couldve captured on a phone. -Quinn Forney

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...

Adventure is worth while in itself -Amelia Earhart 

 This picture describes an adventure itself. This is when I started to get the hang of wake boarding. It started with lots of attempts of falling and trying my best but then it clicked. I started getting up and moving in and out of the wake like I knew what I was doing. By the end of the day I was getting little jumps down, and to think I was against trying it all along at the start of the day.  -Jake Alesia

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...

My Photography class went to downtown Atlanta and took photos. Everyone overlooked the nearby fountain, but I saw beauty in it and took some pictures. People never see the hidden beauties around them and they miss opportunities like my opportunity to take this picture. -Lael White

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...

This piece is called True Beauty- It shows two roses, one real, and one fake. While the fake rose is perfect in all regards, the real rose is shriveled, discolored, and has many imperfections. This goes to say that although we all have imperfections, it is these imperfections that make us real, and no matter what, we should be true to ourselves. -Natasha Ramaswamy

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...

My family and I were driving up to our condo in Breckenridge, Colorado for our family ski trip this winter break. The way the sun was shining through the snow filled clouds struck me as beautiful. Also the way that it looked as if we were driving into an endless sea of snow covered mountains, and away from the busy life of city folk, was calming. The way the car mirror and my dads shoulder are in the picture reminded me of the things I love to do. 

- Kate Spiro

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...

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