Ben Wrixon, Editor in Chief

If I asked myself, “what is my purpose?” a year ago, I wouldn’t have an answer.

Do you remember those reading assignments we had in elementary school, where you had to read ten pages and then write a page about them, or the Scholastic book fair? 

Going to an overnight summer camp is a rite of passage for preteens. So, a week after my eleventh birthday, I stuffed my trunk with friendship bracelet string and well-worn t-shirts before embarking on the summer experience for which I’d always longed. 

I come from a line of strong women, something my mom never fails to remind me of on calls home. 

I’m a perfectionist.

“So… where are you from?”