The word “competition” is usually associated with athletics, but there is a whole other side that the school has never explored, until now. On Saturday, April 17, the Upper School’s a cappella...
Vibrant hues adorned the walls and pedestals of the Upper School (US) Gallery, including ceramic depictions of nature, photographs of family, films about social hierarchy, and more. The Petropoulos Senior...
When she’s not spending her spare time on the squash court or practicing taekwondo, Olivia Lee ’25 can be found with a harp in hand, serenading those around her. In February, Olivia was selected to...
As live music swelled in the Upper School’s (US) Lindberg-Serries Theater, soft blue lights illuminated the Hudson Street Orphanage and its 11 young residents in the opening scene of the US winter musical,...
Julius Oppenheimer is just as troubled as one might expect a scientist developing an atomic bomb to be. A scene in the second half of his eponymous biopic where he tests the bomb brings his moral quandries...
Fellow feminists, we can claim a victory. A blonde pawn of the patriarchy has defected to our side. Her name is Barbie. You may think, ‘Barbie…a feminist?’ ‘That braindead doll…a feminist?’...
The Eras Tour. Five continents and 50 shows lasting three-and-a- half hours each. Taylor Swift performs 44 songs from her ten albums, each known as one of her “eras.” Since her last stadium tour in...
Half-Israeli, half-Palestinian, Ibrahim Miari grapples with his identity during his hour and half, self-written and directed one-man show, performed before the Global History 2 and Arabic 1, 2, 3, and...
Reflections on paternal relationships, sibling dynamics, the immigrant experience, and nature: The works of art submitted by the school’s students to the annual Scholastic Art and Writing Awards concerned...
Keenan Billings ’25 embarked on a photography project to explore and illuminate the unique capabilities of expired film and ancient cameras in October of 2022. Now, an exhibit showcasing his work is...
Have you ever tried a sport or instrument to discover an impossible, stubborn, and fragile attachment to it? I certainly have, and I often wonder if I made the “right choice” ten years ago. The school...
Fifteen-year-old me dreaded the moment of arriving at music camp, but it finally came. I dragged my boxy suitcase into the cabin that reeked of wood mixed with old furniture. My slides caught on the door...