Being left on “read.” Promises are like Cinderella’s slippers, shattering after an 11:59 p.m. deadline. Unrelenting spouts of “he said, she said.”
While the mere thought of some of these...
Sprinting through the halls at 8:09 a.m. was never anyone's first choice. A short glance at the Woodson hallways and parking lot a minute before the bell rings will show the daily panic of students desperate...
Owning an NFT, short for “non-fungible token,” has become a symbol of wealth due to the rise of cryptocurrency popularity. The video “Nyan Cat” with over 190 million views is now an NFT. Though...
Jada Bromberg, a senior at Woodson High School, recently published an opinion piece in USA Today detailing her experience with being adopted and how it has affected her daily life, highlighting November...
Imagine walking into a thrift store with $100 dollars, and leaving with 20 sweaters. Now imagine walking in a thrift store in need of an affordable sweater, but not being able to find one because sweaters...
Woodson has always let students pick the difficulty for the classes they want to take, such as APs. APs are a type of class for the student who wants a bit more of a challenge in their course, or some...
Today, W.T. Woodson High School is ranked at 60th place among the most diverse high schools in northern Virginia according to publicschoolreview.com, but this hasn’t always been the case.
Woodson...
When people need a time killer, the easiest thing to do is to fiddle around with your phone. It’s a simple pick-up that becomes a force of habit after a while. Whether it be games, emails, or social...
No one wants to stand out in a crowd with eyes glaring at them in pity or criticism. To avoid conflict, people may suppress their feelings of anxiety, depression or frustration. Fear of being judged and...
It was supposed to be like any other morning for seven-year-old Sara Dragan. The sun blossomed early in Hilliard, OH, cueing the second-grader to start stumbling through her routine while trying to catch...
Picture this. It's the first week of senior year. Assignments start to pile, your backpack fills with brick-like textbooks, major projects for the year begin to roll in and wait- what’s that thing that...
My name. It’s the first thing I hear when my mom discovers another hoard of cups in my room. It’s what makes me grin when I actually know the answer to my teacher’s question. It’s what my three-year-old...
