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  • Massive Art Installation Depicts Story Of American Nonviolence

    Massive Art Installation Depicts Story Of American Nonviolence

    By Audrey Lutz

    Ms. Switzer and her History of Nonviolence class made an outstanding art installation depicting a visual timeline of nonviolent movements in American history. The project is the culmination of many years of preparation, research, and development. 

    After involving Ms. Story, an upper school art teacher, they decided to make a timeline following events through history. We were standing in front of the artwork when we spoke and she said,  “If I were to go back 20 years when I first started teaching about non-violence I would not have known half of what is up here.”

    Each student made individual tiles that show non-violent activists and researched them to gain a better understanding of who they are and how they affected history. I was able to speak with Leah Cox about her involvement with this project. “I was a student in the class, so I helped with brainstorming and making the background,” she said. “If you look at the board, on the far right, there is a collage of non-violent organizations and above it there are doves. I made both of those.” 

    Ms. Switzer said that the installation is a way “of visualizing all of the interconnected complexity of non-violence in American history.” Everything is connected one way or another, and this installment shows all of the historical branches. 

    As we started the interview Ms. Switzer implied that “Non-violence isn’t just about creating peace and justice, it’s creating conditions where violence is less likely.” This art is meant to show that peace is possible and that people are willing to risk their lives to stand up and say, they want a better society. 

    There are 14 different non-violent movements that are represented on the board, but the art piece starts with the Indigenous people in the United States. “What my students discovered is that from a very early point, Indigenous people in the United States had non-violent peacemaking kinds of cultural technologies, and a lot of the non-violence that evolved came from seeing the way the Indigenous people resolve conflict,” said Ms. Switzer. 

    The Indigenous people are the true roots of America and the first people to teach non-violence. “Many people think that the Indigenous people were just bows and arrows, but they had such a complex life,” said Ms. Switzer. 

    Next, we move on to the Quakers and Anabaptists. “The historic peace churches (the Quakers and Anabaptists) came to the United States to escape persecution.” The Quakers and Anabaptists lit the fire for the anti-slavery movement. “They believed that there is a god and somehow that god is present in all people, so then anytime you’re unjust or violent to another person, you’re being unjust and violent to god. So that sort of theological premise motivated them to confront slavery first.”

    Everything is connected in history and this board is illustrating that. “So we have this early women’s movement that starts, and those same women became the leaders of the suffrage movement.” Ms. Switzer then shows me how the branches connect everything together. 

    As we keep moving down the boards we are introduced to the pre-civil rights which of course leads us to the all mighty civil-rights movement. They tried to include as much as they could, but the board can only hold so much. The board includes the majority of the 50s, 60s, and 70s. 

    Finally, we come to the final board with the Black Lives Matter movement “as the most recent manifestation,” with its focus on anti-racism. “We have anti-racism, kind of having these moments of surging and then receding and then surging over time, but always there.” 

    People have always been fighting against racism in history. “A takeaway that one of my students realized is that since the 1600s, there have been people, white people standing against racism, all the way to the current time. And since 1730-1740 every year someone has been born in America who has fought against racism.”

    At the end of the final board, there are many pieces of art. “We have this collage of doves and it sort of represents the future for hope and peace,” Ms. Switzer said. There is a collage of different activists, and then finally  a mirror “because we wanted people to get to the end of the installation and say, well what can I do to make a more peaceful future?” 

    Under the mirror, it says “The Future of Nonviolence is You.”

    This project was a semester-long idea, yet the idea mainly came to fruition right around thanksgiving. As Ms. Switzer usually has a much bigger class she doesn’t do big projects like this one. This year she only had 9 students in her History of Nonviolence class, so Ms. Switzer asked them if they wanted to do something more creative than they normally couldn’t do with a greater number of students. “We talked to Ms. Story and we started brainstorming options. My students wanted to work together so we developed this idea, which was much more complicated than we were expecting and I didn’t know if we were going to finish.”

    They started making it right after fall break and only had until exams to finish. “Towards the end of the last 2 weeks of class, this project was all we did. The students came before school, after school, and during lunch. They spent so much time on this and it’s incredible.” Leah Cox, a student who worked on this project, said that “There were times when we would have to come during our free periods, and we would work together and collaborate throughout the whole process.”

    As the artwork started to finish they brought in Ms. Story again to take a look. “Once Ms. Story saw the project coming together she said that we needed to get this in front of other audiences.” Then came talk of where this outstanding project could go. They are considering the  Hartfield Jackson airport, which has a section where they display student work; the Center for Civil and Human Rights; and even the history center of Atlanta. “Right now the chief of the marketing department – Janie Beck- is working on finding out if this could be a traveling exhibition.”

    Ms. Switzer is so proud of this piece and it has only made her think of what she could do in the future. “I’ve been trying for years to know how to organize this incredibly complex history and the more I taught the more I realized that it’s not just the history of non-violence but the histories of non-violence, and I’ve always struggled to make sense of it all visually. And the fact that they were able to create a way of visualizing it is amazing, not only to me but to them and future students.”

    This project was huge, not only for Lovett but for the future of Ms. Switzer’s class. This artwork alone holds so many important people, dates, and moments in history that are not talked about in the history books. 

    The students had to work so incredibly hard to get this project completed and it brought them closer together. “I think that this bonded my class,” she said. “We would see one another so much during the day that our close proximity to each other almost forced us to get closer.”

    This artwork will be displayed in the art gallery hall until the end of February. After that, no one is truly sure where it will end up but, hopefully, wherever it goes it will inspire people. “We’re trying to create a better world,” Leah said.

  • A Sit-Down With SGA President-Elect Cate Turner

    A Sit-Down With SGA President-Elect Cate Turner

    By Valeria Benitez

    After a heated (rivalry you may say, since they are dating) debate this past Tuesday, Cate Turner and Henry Slagle faced off in one of the most anticipated Student Government Association (SGA) presidential elections of the year. By 3:10 p.m., students across campus were anxiously waiting for the results. Group chats (such as my friend’s group chat LEFTBEN) were buzzing anxiously, asking Cate when she would find out if she won. 

    In the end, Cate won.

    When I asked her about changes she would make if elected, Cate immediately pointed to one policy she feels strongly about: adjusting sit-down exams in the fall. I for one believe this is necessary because sometimes you have a 90 in a class and you don’t want the exam to tank your grade. She told me “sometimes exams can be unnecessary, especially for students who have already demonstrated strong performance throughout the semester and it’s not really fair if the exam brings down their grade”.

    Cate shared that she has been working closely with SGA committee groups on an exam exemption proposal. Alongside her committee, she has helped develop an idea that would exempt students who achieve a 92 weighted GPA (principal’s list) during the semester from one sit-down written exam. This exemption would apply only in the fall semester and would allow students to maintain their semester grade in the class they chose for the exam exemption.  

    Although the proposal has not yet been approved, it has had positive feedback from the administration. Cate and the SGA committee have already met with school administrators, including Ms. Lucas and Mr. Brunt, and are scheduled to present their idea in a department head meeting later in April (after our research paper is done). 

    I then curiously asked Cate who inspired her for this leadership role and who influences her daily. Without a second thought, she told me, “My dad has always encouraged me to strive to be the most influential and effective person in any room.”

    Looking ahead, Cate told me she is so excited about the responsibilities of being SGA president. She described herself as someone who likes to stay informed and involved, admitting she can be a bit of a “control freak” in the best way. For her, understanding what is happening across the school and being actively engaged is not just important and it is something she genuinely enjoys. She believes this mindset will help her better serve the student body.

    One of the most common questions during the debate centered around accessibility: how can SGA become more approachable for all students? Cate told me SGA is already working on a SGA newsletter, which will be available in the school’s resource tab next year. This way, students don’t have to confront her if they don’t want to, and it can be anonymous.

    She explained that this tab on MyLion will serve as an easy and effective way for students to ask questions, share concerns, and stay informed throughout the year. She told me her main goal is to make communication with SGA more open and straightforward.

    As for her future plans, Cate emphasized that she wants to listen to people’s opinions. She has already begun gathering suggestions from students in hallways and around campus, writing down ideas and concerns she hears. She plans to meet with Mrs. Hooker early on to begin turning those ideas into action.

    At the same time, she acknowledged that leadership comes with uncertainty. Cate told me “ I feel nervous about the level of control I may not have and the adjustments l will need to make”. However, she also recognizes that accepting those challenges is part of growing as a leader.

    For those of you who know Cate, her interest in leadership is not new. She told me, “I have wanted to be president since kindergarten.”  Over time, she has discovered a genuine passion for public speaking, joining speech and debate, as well as taking on influential roles within the school community. She believes that being SGA president aligns well with her personality and the qualities she brings to leadership.

    Reflecting on the campaign itself, Cate told me running against Henry, she felt a bit nervous and “there were definitely a few moments of awkwardness.” Despite some awkwardness, she felt the debate went well and was pretty civil. Her friends also did a pretty great job promoting her campaign with TikTok edits of Cate on people’s for-you pages and Grace Schmidt going down the hall, threatening people to vote for Cate.

    And now, for the question everyone has been waiting for. Lunch. What will lunch be like next year? Well, Cate is already on that. She talked to the head of school, Mrs. Cole, and discovered that the food trucks Henry mentioned might be possible only twice a month. So don’t get your hopes up thinking every Friday next year you will get tacos or Chick-fil-A for lunch.

    She told me that lunch next year will work similarly to how it did during the pandemic, with a big white tent on Railey, since the new kitchen will be at the physical plant up by the baseball field. “I’m trying my best to figure out how to limit the time we spend outside for lunch on days where it’s too cold or too hot,” Cate added. 

    As with everything else, she is open to any suggestions.

  • Parents And Faculty Share Wisdom At Women’s History Month Events

    Parents And Faculty Share Wisdom At Women’s History Month Events

    By Isabella Ying

    For all the women and girls in our Lovett community, March is an especially sacred time. Because from the days of Sunday, March first to Tuesday, March thirty-first, the United States observes a period of remembrance, recognition, and appreciation for the countless accomplishments of Women in history. From March first to the thirty-first, we celebrate Women’s History Month.

    Women have been underrepresented throughout history. Our society is deeply rooted in patriarchy, and when one half of the world wants strongly enough to utterly quash the other half, they will find a way. From antiquity, when women were viewed as legal property of their husbands or fathers to the modern day, ever-present wage gap, the theme has been subordination. Even the mythical Penelope has overarchingly been attributed as a model, an ideal, of submissive obedience, and never her own woman.

    But women, as reduced and obfuscated as we are, have certainly done many things. We can thank Ada Lovelace for the inception of computer programming in the 19th century and Rosa Parks for the Montgomery Bus Boycott, just to highlight a couple names.

    At Lovett, seniors Christina Dahabreh and Katherine Molner formed a unique, all-girls club to stake feminine claim in the world’s most prolific major. Founded in their sophomore year, the Girls in Business club is one of a kind. As tenth graders, Christina and Katherine recognized that they shared a passion in business, and although neither was incredibly knowledgeable in the field, they were certain they wanted to learn more about business. And so was born Girls in Business.

    Before GIB’s inception, Lovett already had business-oriented clubs such as LERIG (Lovett Environmentally Responsible Investment Group), or the Wharton Investment Competition. Christina and Katherine realized that if they were to form a business club, it would be overrun by boys, and “the male demographic can’t understand females in the workplace,” Christina knew. This is where Girls in Business stands apart: with “Girls” premier in the title, the club is all-female.

    With such a new, radical approach to business at Lovett, it is obvious that Christina and Katherine intended for their organization to turn corners. Since Christina acknowledged that “there are a lot of women who are in the business sector, but not in C-suite,” she wanted GIB to create an environment for Lovett’s girls to learn and thrive comfortably. She affirmed that “you can’t just say ‘there’s equality in business and women and men.’”

    For Christina, “ever since I was younger, I knew I wanted to be into business.” Her parents have a family business, and she is their only child. While history says that the son should take over the family enterprise, she has always known that someday, that job will be hers.

    At Lovett daily operations depend on female staffing, whether teachers or administration. On March 11th, however, GIB used community time to spotlight a different, equally prominent group of women affiliated with our school: moms. Moms who, in particular, are highly regarded female business leaders. Girls in Business hosted five unique women for the panel on March 11th. These women are Virginia Adams of Ernst & Young, Alicia Tilman of Delta, Alice Park, Wanda Morris, and Deneta Sells.

    This panel was the final flourish of the pair of senior leaders’ two years of hard work. In the club’s first year, “we had a lot of people in our club. We met, I think, twice a month, Monday during lunch and we watched Shark Tank videos. We dissected them and it was just like a friendly community,” said Christina. 

    But the club quickly realized that they could actually have a voice. The first speaker that they hosted was Amy French, who works in real estate. Ms. French is, according to Christina, “ranked up in the top 2% in Atlanta for real estate agents. And so she came in and that really pushed the needle for our club.” After that, GIB experienced significantly more recognition. Their second speaker was Rebecca Fondell, a vice president at Papa John’s and Lovett mom. Instead of Christina, Katherine, and GIB reaching out to her as they’d reached out to Ms. French, Ms. Fondell inquired first.

    Come 11th grade, with the duo taking American Studies and focusing on college applications, the club began winding down. Still, “we wanted to have it in the back of our minds,” Christina said. “Since our junior year, we’ve been thinking about the women’s panel.”

    Luckily, Ms. Catherine Jackson, co-founder and president of Mission Mighty Me, a baby food company, also came in to talk to the club. This prompted Ms. Cole to “really get on board with us because we wanted to really expand,” Christina said.

    The panel’s planning was no small feat with roots traceable to last November, far before the allotted date in March. “We would love to have a panel where it’s not just a club setting, but we can actually promote our club to the entire school,” they told Ms. Cole over lunch.

    Once Ms. Cole gave them the go-ahead, Christina consistently communicated from November to February in preparation for the date that Ms. Cole set for Women’s History Month.

    Finally, on March 11th, the time for the panel arrived.

    Virginia Adams

    The first panelist was Ms. Virginia Adams. Ms. Adams is a Forensic & Integrity Services Partner at Ernst and Young, where she’s been for over two decades. She has a fifth grader, Mitchell, and seventh grader, Hudson, at Lovett. As a graduate of the University of Georgia, Ms. Adams studied international business and finance. She has been at Ernst and Young for over two decades now.

    Ms. Adams entered public accounting over 20 years ago at a time when there were not many female partners. In the beginning of her career, “I thought I always had to be out golfing,” she said. Being “the only woman at the table once I got to a certain level in my career,” she felt the need to match the activities of her male counterparts.

    But Ms. Adams has never been a golfer, and it never hurt her. Two of her peers at the beginning of her career, also vying for a partner position, golfed while she did not.

    But, “many years later, those two individuals, well, one of them actually got demoted, and the other one ended up being asked to leave the firm.” Meanwhile, for Ms. Adams, “here I am in this leadership role that I have for being myself.” The takeaway? “Stay true to your own identity, and not try to be someone that you’re not,” she said. With that in mind, she believes she has found success.

    Alice Park

    Ms. Alice Park, sitting to the left of Ms. Adams, has been a photographer for the past 20 plus years. Ms. Park’s son Lyon is a freshman, and her daughter Elise is a fifth grader.

    When the time came for college Ms. Park chose engineering. But sitting in statistics class in her freshman year, her boredom drove her to existentialism.

    “This is so boring,” she remembers thinking. “And I was like, ‘I am so miserable. I picked the wrong school. I picked the wrong degree. What am I going to do with the rest of my life?’” 

    She remembers being at her first job, “walking at the edge of a window one day at that beautiful, tall building,” and “thinking that there must be something more to life with this.” Most of all, she remembers how “I felt completely soulless at that moment because I was so utterly unhappy.”

    Following endless pondering how “there is so much more in life,” the man who’d eventually become her husband asked her, “if you didn’t have to think about money, if you didn’t have to think about responsibilities, if you didn’t have to think about the expectations from your parents,” what would Ms. Park do with the rest of her life?

    She thought back to being twelve years old and holding a camera for the first time. Without a doubt, “‘I would be a photographer.’ And so that is when I took the big leap.” She left the stability of her tall building and corporate pursuits, and leaned into photography. Still pursuing her passion today, Ms. Park could not be happier.

    Alicia Tillman

    This panel pulled Ms. Alicia Tillman, Chief Marketing Officer of Delta, back to her own high school days. Mother of freshman Will, and junior Riley, in high school she heard that “the most intelligent people in the world are the most well read people in the world.” So Ms. Tillman immersed herself in English.

    But “what do I do with English?” she wondered. To this, there was more advice. “You need to pursue a focus in marketing,” her teacher told her. “Because marketing is essentially about telling a story to help someone invest in a product or a service so that it sells a company.”

    “I’ve gone through 25 years of business, I was generally one of only a few women in the room,” Ms. Tillman said. Throughout those years, she has learned to not get caught up in her head because that always holds her back. Nowadays, she appreciates how, “women are gaining more prominence and taking on more leadership skills in life, and that is just such a beautiful thing.”

    To all the boys in the room, “when you see a girl doing something really well, applaud her, celebrate her, invite her into the room,” Ms. Tillman asks. “Because that is going to make a difference in our ability for women to achieve that level of status that we certainly deserve.”

    Wanda Morris

    Ms. Wanda Morris began in pre-med, then pursued finance, becoming the first in her family to graduate from college. Then, she studied law. But in the end, she finally found true love in literature as a novelist, and has lived somewhat of a life out of a novel herself. Ms. Morris is the mother of Ashton Hightower, a junior.

    Much like Ms. Park, she found in her sophomore year of college that the path she’d set her sights on was not the fate she desired. Sitting in organic chemistry class, Ms. Morris realized that she was not going to become a doctor. Always in the back of her mind lingered her love for reading and writing—but so did her parents’ caution that writers did not make money.

    So she sprung for a completely different path. She graduated with a Bachelor of Science in Accounting, but “the whole reading, writing thing that I always loved to do as a kid, I was not getting enough of it as an accountant.”

    One day, her friend advised her to go to law school. “Bet,” she said. “I’m going to law school” and quit her job, much to the disdain of her parents. 

    Her secret desire to write a book persisted. After a particularly harrowing day, she decided that she would write just one scene. That scene turned out to be a portal, unlocking something in her brain. “I love, love, love this,” she’d thought. So in secret, she continued. Now she is an award-winning novelist. “You don’t have to be one thing all your life. You keep evolving,” she learned. “I’ve been an attorney, I’ve been an accountant, I’m a writer, and who knows what I’ll be in my next chapter.”

    Deneta Sells

    Dr. Deneta Sells sat next to Katherine Molner on the panel’s other side. Dr. Sells is a Harvard and University of Tennessee graduate, founder of Intown Pediatric & Adolescent Medicine, and now the mother of first grader Sarah Elizabeth Sells.

    All along, Dr. Sells knew that she wanted to change the world. In her junior year of college, she read a book that said “if you could help little children see and hear and be healthy, then they could be more successful,” she said.

    In Atlanta, her neighbors constantly told her that “we don’t have local healthcare and we’re driving to the suburbs. We can’t find anyone who’s nearby.” Meanwhile, all her job offers were 50 miles away. She thought her husband was crazy when he recommended her to start her own practice as a third year resident at Morehouse. But now, her practice encompasses three locations and over 50 employees.

    Although she’s faced difficulties being a woman in her field, she’s always knowing that her hard work and training brought her to where she is today. “I belonged,” she had to remind herself.

    A sentiment that all these women echoed is that success evolves over time. It is a “continuous quest of defining what makes me happy,” Ms. Tillman articulated.

    At this point, for all of the women, success means finding a balance in pursuing their careers and fulfilling their roles as moms. As Dr. Sells put it, “I’m going to do the best I can in all areas that I can take care of people I love, take care of my community and take care of my practice, and for me, that’s success.”

    Another group that hosted a panel to highlight women in the Lovett community is SDLC. We got to hear from Ms. Gray, Dr. Lamar, Dr. Harris, Ms. Sant, Ms. Modak, and Ms. Jesperson while enjoying breakfast foods from the Black and female-owned Bomb Biscuits.

    Physics teacher Dr. Lamar, history teacher Ms. Gray and history teacher Ms. Jesperson all revealed that at first, they did not want to be teachers. “Never doing that,” Dr. Lamar had emphatically stated. “Famous last words,” she joked. At first, Dr. Lamar wanted to earn her PhD in electrical engineering. Soon, she ventured away from that path and toward psychology and a physics degree.

    Seeing so few women in her field, she realized that “a lot of times you see the people who’ve already arrived and you don’t realize that they were in the exact same place, they had the same fears.”

    Ms. Jesperson first believed that she wanted to work in public history at a museum. However, she “could not afford to stay at my job and pay my bills and my student loans when I got out of school.”

    She then pivoted to Bristol Myers Squibb Company and Cigna Healthcare, but after acquiring a part-time job teaching world history to 8th graders and American history to 11th graders, she wondered, “‘What was I thinking with all this drug stuff?’ No, I want to be a teacher,” she said. “And so here I am.”

    Meanwhile, Dr. Harris and Ms. Modak both knew that one day, they would be teachers.

    Dr. Harris grew greatly as she studied math, statistics, and education, all to prepare herself to be a teacher. “Women who have the foresight to say there’s more life beyond what you see right now was really helpful,” said Dr. Harris, reflecting on how she originally wanted to rush a sorority. She also learned to let go of things, leaving Atlanta and her “Morehouse man” to pursue her PhD in Boston.

    Ms. Modak’s mother was a teacher, and so she always admired the beautiful connections she made with her students. After majoring in English in college, she earned her master’s in education and taught for many years at an underserved school in Denver.

    Ms. Sant is the outlier of this group, not a teacher in the traditional sense. She interned for the mayor of Athens, but eventually fell into a role in undergraduate admissions, where she learned she loved working with children, in particular by hosting prospective students.

    So when she was offered a job with the Governor of Georgia, Ms. Sant declined and opted instead for higher education. Fifteen years ago, she arrived at Lovett, where she worked in college counseling and served as head of the department. For the past five years, she has operated as Chief Engagement Officer.

    Something that Ms. Sant has noticed at Lovett is that “when you move up into those leadership-level roles, you see more and more men.” But with Ms. Cole being head of school, Ms. Sant is infinitely grateful “to have a boss who has experienced those parts of life too,” from womanhood to motherhood, she said.

    Ms. Gray also spoke of the vastness of male-dominated fields. First, in law school, Ms. Gray’s space was male-dominated. Then, once she decided to focus on history, she was one of the only three females in the 33 person program. But she paid this little heed, because “I was always focused on competing with myself and being my best self and being excellent at whatever I did,” she said. “I wasn’t really paying attention to who else was in that space.”

    At the end of the panel, each woman left us with a piece of advice. Ms. Jesperson advised us to “see people for who they are and not as representatives of somebody else.” By this she meant, essentially, to not judge a book by its cover. 

    The advice that Ms. Modak shared brought tears to her own eyes when she first heard it from Mr. Reed. “You can’t be a whole teacher and you can’t teach the whole child unless you bring yourself as a whole person to the classroom,” he had said.

    Ms. Sant channeled her inner college counselor with the snippet she shared. “You have so much say in how you live your life every day,” she said. “You don’t have to live at the mercy of what you think other people want for you.” Ms. Gray shared words similar to Ms. Sant’s. “You have agency over your life at this very moment. Take it for all it’s worth,” she said. She emphasized that although you can’t control the world around you, you can control how you react to it.

    When the mic passed to Dr. Harris, she read her advice off of a napkin, having jotted down the exact wording just moments earlier. “It’ll all be okay in the end. If it’s not okay, it’s not the end,” she shared, earning a nod of appreciation from Dr. Lamar.

    Dr. Lamar told the room it’s all about making space for growth. “You can be many things,” she said. “Whatever you think that you are interested in, pursue and don’t think you have to be good at it from the get-go because most of us aren’t.”

  • Freshman London Bryant Steps Up To Varsity Lax

    Freshman London Bryant Steps Up To Varsity Lax

    By Mariella Bishop

    The girls varsity lacrosse season has started off strong, reuniting a powerful group of players and adding London Byrant. London is the only freshman to have earned a spot on the varsity roster this year. 

    London has played the sport for years, having grown to love it. After competing at multiple levels, London has worked her way up, definitely earning her a spot on the varsity team.

    In her first year at Lovett, London has adapted quickly to a higher level of play. That includes longer practices, more games, and sometimes workouts, which can be very tiring to complete before starting a two-hour practice. Luckily, the snacks in the locker room keep the team well fed and full of energy.

    “It’s been really fun playing with varsity because I get a locker room with a ton of snacks and I get to play two to three games every week,” she says, “And I feel like it’s a more competitive level of play.”

    Stepping into a team made up of mostly upperclassmen can be intimidating, but London said she never lets the pressure of playing with older girls affect her mindset on the field. “I wasn’t really that nervous playing with upperclassmen because I’ve had experience playing with higher grade levels before, and I know that my coach thought I belonged on the varsity team,” she said. “I handled it by just playing like I normally do and not letting the fact that the girls on the other team are bigger or older get in my head. “

    A big adjustment for many new players is fitting into an already established team dynamic. It’s difficult to just jump in when everyone else has been playing together for a while. But she said her teammates have treated her well.  ”They make sure that I feel a part of the team,” she said. “I didn’t know how I would sort of fit in with them in the beginning because they all knew each other and played together and I was new to Lovett and joining the team. But I felt no difference when joining.” “I was so excited when I found out I made varsity, and very proud of myself,” she said. It helps that her teammates were happy and excited for her. 

    Of course, being a student athlete at varsity level comes with its own challenges. Such as balancing schoolwork with a busy schedule of long practices and even longer games. Staying on top of assignments can be time-consuming and can even get in the way of practicing. It can come down to choosing between sports and studies, which can be difficult for a student-athlete who is dedicated to their sport. 

    One of her strategies is to get most of her work done before practice. “But even then it’s still hard to balance it with games and practices almost every day,” she said.

    Despite the challenges of schoolwork, London’s passion for the sport continues to push her forward. Looking ahead, London is already thinking beyond high school lacrosse and into the future, setting her sights high. “Lacrosse is my favorite thing ever and I want to play in college as well,” she said.

    With everything she’s taken on this season, balancing schoolwork, adjusting to a new team, and even entering a completely new school, London has handled each challenge head-on. She has already completed so much just this year, and hopefully she will continue to do more as the years go on.  

  • In Need Of Needoh

    In Need Of Needoh

    By Angelina Ricker

    Most of the flyers that go up in the Upper School are promoting plays, clubs, or SGA candidates. So it was a bit unusual when notices about a missing Needoh were posted. 

    For those of you who don’t know, Needohs are a kind of squishy fidget toy that the company’s website says “offer a tactile experience that stimulates the senses, making them ideal for focus, calming, or just plain fun!”

    With all those benefits, it’s perhaps understandable why junior Lane Rodts was so distraught when hers went missing. 

    Lane purchased her Needoh off TikTok shop (not a very trustworthy shopping site if you ask me), and it came with a hefty price. Literally.

    “I bought it for 50 bucks in a pack. I don’t really know why I did it, but it was calling my name, and I couldn’t just shy away,” she told me.

    When Lane’s Needoh (which actually has a swirl pattern, contrary to the poster showing a plain Needoh) went missing, she contacted her group chat to inform them of her loss. 

    It was her friends who formulated the plan to tape flyers around the high school, hoping someone would recognize and return the lost Needoh.

    “They were kind of the detectives,” Lane said, “And then the next thing I know, I was sitting in English class, and I looked outside the window, and they were hanging flyers on the hallway.”

    Lane told me she was “dying laughing” when she saw the posters throughout the school, but also embarrassed at the same time. Imagine everywhere you look, in big lettering, is your name next to a stress toy, like a wanted poster in the Wild West, except there’s no prize money for the Needoh’s capture.

    Lane’s friends were not the only ones determined to get the Needoh back. Once embracing the hunt for the toy, Lane made it her mission to find that Needoh.

    “Needohs are rare. I can’t just be giving up Needohs, and if someone stole it, I was going to get down to the bottom of it. I was not playing around,” she said. 

    But the hunt didn’t last very long. After all the effort spent on making this into a high school-wide treasure hunt, the results were underwhelming and, honestly, kind of funny.

    So, where was the Needoh this whole time? It was in her bag. The same bag she carries around to every class and opens in every class, and somehow she hadn’t seen it. “It was in the back pocket of my bag, but I don’t think I put it there,” Lane said. “So the mystery is: how did it get there?”

    Perhaps someone had stolen it and put it back out of guilt. Or perhaps Lane simply forgot where she put it the day before. But in the end, the Needoh was back in safe hands and will hopefully not disappear again. 

    Lane says that her friends plan to print out new posters that explain how the Needoh has been recovered, ending the search once and for all.

    “It’s just a tragic story about how consumerism is taking over my life,” Lane said, but really, I think this story shows that even the simplest problems can be solved in the most entertaining ways.

  • Alum Cleo Chang Returns To Help Build New Community Center

    Alum Cleo Chang Returns To Help Build New Community Center

    By Megha Lakha

    Alum Cleo Chang Graham has returned to campus for the first time since graduating in 2015. Her student days are long behind her, but she’s still contributing to the community, this time in her role, helping build the new community center. 

    “Right now, we are preparing to get everything ready to tear down the community center this summer and then build up the new Rollins Hall,” Cleo said when I talked her in that soon-to-be-torn-down community center last Friday.

    She is a Senior Director for Impact Development Management. “We are in charge of basically making sure everyone is coordinated for everything, so we helped hire the architect,” she said, “and then we also help manage the contractor.” 

    Cleo was just about to head into a board meeting when I caught up with her. She told me that her team presents to the board’s Building and Grounds committee. “We give them quarterly reports on how progress is going,” she said.

    Cleo’s path to her current profession started when she “took an intro to architecture class with Mr. Z, who is no longer here,” she said. “Then I knew that I wanted to go study some sort of engineering or design.” 

    Cleo wanted to go into architecture at first, but then ended up going into industrial engineering instead. She explained how her passion grew stronger after “an internship that I got in college to work on Mercedes-Benz Stadium.”

    I wondered if it was strange for her to be back on campus. “I hadn’t been here in probably four or five years after I graduated, but it was bittersweet just to see how things have changed, how things have stayed the same, but then also being part of the next phase of what Lovett will be for the future,” she said.

    Cleo has significant connections to the very building she is helping demolish. “The community center was part of my school every year: when I started, that was my kindergarten hall, and then it was my sixth-grade hall,” Cleo, a Lovett lifer, said. “And then when I got into high school, it was what it is now, which is the arts building.”

    Being an alum means that Cleo understands traditions, so a huge thing was “preserving the pond, so seniors can continue the pond jump,” Cleo said. She did say that it would be “off-limits for seniors next year during construction, which is unfortunate, but the tradition can continue after the new community center is built.”

    During her time at Lovett, Cleo was involved in many activities. “Freshman and sophomore year, I played soccer, and then when I was a junior and senior, I switched over to golf,” she said. “I was heavily involved in the visual arts, so I took photography, basically any art class that was offered.”

    Cleo said the biggest change she has noticed since coming back to Lovett is “the flexibility in uniform.” She loves this change “because I think it allows you all to express yourselves.” She told me that when she was here, “Your tennis shoes had to be a specific color and you couldn’t wear anything that wasn’t Lovett-branded.” So, despite the uniform infractions that so many of us receive, we should be grateful that we can wear whatever color shoes we want.

    Cleo said that they are on track to begin construction this summer, so she will “most likely be here once a week.”

    Cleo is also working on 3 other main projects right now. “One of them is the Atlanta Opera, which is renovating the Bobby Jones Clubhouse, and one with the Atlanta Falcons,” Cleo said. “And then I’m working on a small residential project for a client.” 

    This project is close to her heart, of course. “I actually had joined my current company three months prior, found out that we were interviewing for this project, and requested to be put on it just because I told them that I was an alum,” Cleo explained. “I know a lot about the school and know where everything is.” 

    So it seems like Cleo has enjoyed coming back to her alma mater, but this time making a big mark on the school.

  • Playing Music…And Just Playing…At Disney

    Playing Music…And Just Playing…At Disney

    By Henry Thompson

    You may have noticed a large percentage of Lovett students missing from school a couple of Thursdays ago. You may even know that this was a result of a mass trip of the Chorus, Band and Orchestra to Disney world for a competition. The following is my recounting of my experience on this trip.

    The trip began with our early dismissal from Lovett at 11:00. Of course, we wouldn’t be leaving until a little over an hour later, but excitement was still high as we began to load the buses with our instruments, luggage, and garment bags containing our concert attire.

    The buses themselves were the typical long-distance school trip buses: large compartments at the bottom for luggage, and a cabin on top with several rows of seats that, by bus standards, might as well be beds.

    Each of the five buses was loaded according to the different groups attending the trip (Wind ensemble, Ellington Jazz Ensemble, Orchestra, and Chorus). Chorus took up two buses to compensate for their larger size. Upon boarding the Ellington bus, I was elated to find that our lower numbers had resulted in quite the positive side effect: I would be getting a row to myself. Since the bus ride was mapped at eight hours and I like my leg room, I was pretty happy. Luckily, we would never have to wait long for the rest of the trip. Not once. (This is false.)

    Once everyone was on board and roll had been called, we set off, but not before being given a complementary pillow-blanket (a planket? A blillow?), a chick-fil-a chicken sandwich,  and an assortment of snacks ranging from potato chips to a Gogo Squeeze in a cellophane bag, each with a little tag with our name on it. 

    Contrary to most high school bus experiences, our drive actually started off pretty peacefully. No one was talking; most people opted to listen to music on their headphones, me included. Since we had left around 12:00, I was soon reminded by my stomach that I had not eaten yet that day. Luckily for me, I had the provided chicken sandwich, and so began the first meal of the trip. I rated it a 5.5/10. Above average. Not a bad start.

    Just as I was washing my meal down with some lukewarm bottled bus water, a commotion arose from the back of the bus. An exclamation: “Someone stole my sandwich.” The distressed voice belonged to one of our three drummers, Freshman Grant Dickson, who then began to go person to person, interrogating them in an attempt to gain some information on his sandwich’s whereabouts. 

    Only vaguely aware of the situation, I was left sitting in my seat imagining a modern adaptation of a classic train murder mystery in which a detective must uncover the nefarious mastermind who robbed him of his precious Chick-fil-A chicken sandwich as the smooth voice of Anthony green echoed in my ears through my headphones. 

    The thought soon passed, as chaperone and Jazz band director Mr. Varnes uncovered not one, but two extra sandwiches in a bag. And while one, of course, went to Grant, a chorus of  “can I have it”s  and “That’s mine”s bubbled up from around the bus. Seeing no other logical option (because there was none), Mr. Varnes decided to hold a musical trivia contest to decide the sandwich’s owner. 

    Questions ranged from basic knowledge of how to play one’s instrument to deep-cut information about various bands, with each tailored to the recipient’s strengths. Mr. Varnes would walk up and down the row, asking each person a question. The rules were simple: if you get it right you move on, if you get it wrong, you’re out. As the game progressed, the more knowledgeable among us quickly began to make themselves clear, some particularly strong performances coming from senior vibraphonist Will Byrne, senior Bassist Elle Kauffman, and sophomore guitarist Graham Tedder, who on multiple occasions correctly answered a question before Mr. Varnes had finished asking it. 

    Personally, I only made it to round three, and after an extended back and forth between Elle and Will several rounds later, Elle was crowned champion and received her prize.  

    Not long after the conclusion of our intense trivia tournament, we arrived at our first stop on our drive: rest stop 41.  Everyone got off the bus, including the orchestra, chorus, and the rest of the band, swarming the little highway-side rest stop with high school students and annoying the few truckers unfortunate enough to be caught in our wake. 

    The rest stop boasted concrete benches, decent bathroom facilities, and three or so vending machines with pretty minimal stock. I bought a Coke. 

    After saying bye to my friends in the other fine arts, I got back onto the bus, put back on my headphones, and hunkered down for the next few hours. Nothing else interesting happened until we reached our next stop, with most people napping or trying to do school work. Said next stop was the highly anticipated Ocala Mall in well, Ocala (Florida). 

    Before you start considering the dangers of releasing around 80 high schoolers into a mall with only provisionary supervision, just know that it went much better than I expected. For the most part, students just got food in the food court, a revolutionary idea of course, and ate with their friends. Upon surveying my many (many) options in the mall, I decided to get (drum role please) more Chick-fil-a. To this day I’m still not sure why. 

    My poor decisions were met with a 3.5/10 meal. I had none to blame but myself.

    After everyone was successfully herded back onto their respective buses, much to the inconvenience of anyone trying to enter the mall who didn’t want to wade through a sea of high schoolers, we began the final two-hour stretch to reach our hotel. Interestingly, this time my music was accompanied by the cable TVs protruding from the ceiling of the bus which provided some… unique entertainment. Let’s just say that if you’ve ever wanted to watch Oregon college softball or a news broadcast about a “cocaine dog” up for adoption, the bus might just be the place for you.

    Eventually, though, the channel found its way to the current March Madness game, much to the satisfaction and excitement of the whole bus. As you can imagine, the completion of the game (which coincided oddly well with our arrival at Disney) resulted in many a disgruntled grumble and celebratory fist pump as their respective brackets were either ruined or survived to fight another day.

    Upon exiting the bus, we left our instruments behind and took everything else, then were given our room keys and assignments. My roommate was freshman Khairi Whittle (drummer number two); we were in room 6639. 

    Ignoring the somewhat staggering implication of there being at least 6638 other hotel rooms, we made our way through a maze of music-themed buildings and various thirty-foot-tall statues of items associated with different music genres, and we arrived at our room in the country music section of the hotel. Along our way, we also passed two separate pools, one shaped like a piano and one like a guitar, both still full of activity despite the fact that it was 10:30 at night. As freshman, Danny Whigman exclaimed, “They’ll really just build anything here, huh.”

    The rooms were a typical motel set up, opening directly to the outside. On the inside, although cramped, the room’s accommodations were pretty nice: the usual mini fridge, ice bucket, bed, shower, sink, closet, TV, etc.., and strangely, a Disney themed Alexa. Furthermore, one of our two beds was a Murphy bed, something we discovered much to the relief of  Khairi, who was prepared to surrender the bed to me and sleep on the floor. Once opened, the bed revealed not only a second comfortable sleeping place, but also a large mural of various scenes and characters from the show Duck Tales.

    After hanging up my garment bag and putting away my other luggage while Khairi showered, I opted to follow his lead and wash up myself. Luckily, nothing of note occurred during my shower, although the shampoo was an odd, opaque, sparkly green, similar in appearance to the kids’ toothpaste one might be given at the dentist. 

    I finished the rest of my nightly routine and exited the bathroom only to find that Khairi had already claimed the regular bed for himself and was fast asleep, leaving me the Murphy bed. As I lay down under the watchful eyes of Huey, Louie, and Dewey, I prepared myself for the days to come.

    We awoke at exactly 6:15 the next day, thanks to a combination of an alarm Khairi set on our Alexa and some rhythmic knocking from Mr. Varnes on our door. We got dressed in our concert attire, a suit and blue tie for Elington and a suit and black bowtie for wind ensemble, since our concert was that morning, and set out from the room towards the cafe where we would be eating breakfast.  

    To get to said cafe, we were given what can only be described as the most strange directions I have ever received; they were something along the lines of “leave your room, walk right until you reach the cowboy boots, and then go down the stairs. Continue down the path and turn left at the trio playing trumpets so that you are walking parallel to the electric piano and the pink bass guitar. Then, once you reach the rainbow pan flutes, turn right and enter the building with the parrots on it.” We arrived at the cafe on our first try.

    Unlike most hotels at Disney, breakfast is not free. If you want to eat food in the morning, you must walk up to the counter and order one of three or so pre-set meals, and take the provided tray with your food, as well as any other additions you may want (Ie. chips, granola bars and drinks) to the checkout, where you will then pay for your breakfast. I opted for the waffle, eggs, and sausage meal as it seemed like the most solid option. Foolishly, I decided not to purchase a water, seeing that it cost five dollars, a decision I would soon deeply regret.

    Making my way to a table to sit with some other band members, I began to feel the rumblings of thirst in my throat, but I pushed it aside. The meal itself wasn’t terrible; each item served its purpose pretty well, with no notable features… except for how salty and/or sweet they were. I quickly became incredibly thirsty, a theme that would soon become a constant on the trip. Overall, the meal ended up being a 3.75 out of 10.

    After the completion of our meal, we quickly retraced our steps (just think the previous surreal instructions but in reverse) back to the bus, where thankfully, there was some bus-warmed, vaguely sour, bottled water. I drank it in less than a minute.

    The bus ride to the performance area was pretty uneventful, and when we arrived, we were told to unpack our instruments on the curb and leave our cases on the bus by our very own Festival Disney chaperone (who I never saw again for the rest of the trip). 

    We were led, instruments in hand, to a large building, which, upon entering, was revealed to be a very large convention center. After a series of escalators and hallways, we arrived at our stage. The stage was a makeshift platform in a conference room, with the judges’ table at the very back. While the stage setup did its job pretty well, it was a shared sentiment amongst the bands that it was a bit odd. “I don’t know why they put so much effort into setting something like this up when they definitely have an actual stage somewhere,” said senior and fellow guitarist Wyatt Botha.

    If you’re wondering how a jazz competition even works, it’s pretty simple. The band will play two to four pieces, and the judges will evaluate them, followed by live, in-person feedback. As Mr. Varnes explained, “bands are evaluated on everything from pitch and rhythm, to individual players and stage presence.” At this year’s Festival Disney, our judges were a variety of college band and orchestra directors, as well as a performing musician who had a leading role in the music section of Disney’s Imagination Campus.

    Ellington played first, performing three pieces: two by Duke Ellington (whoa, surprising right) and one by Ella Fitzgerald. Some highlights were saxophonist Kethan Menachery’s song-long solo on the Ella Fitzgerald piece, Elle Kauffman’s solo on the final Ellington song, and Will Byrne’s solo on the same song (there might be a theme here).   

    We received our feedback and traded places with Wind Ensemble in the makeshift theater seats in front of the stage as they began their quick pre-concert warm-up. During their performance, Wind Ensemble played two longer songs, a march and an opera, with some notable performances from clarinetist Hongyu Zhu (who actually also played with Ellington in our performance) and Emily Choi on oboe. Of course, none of this is to say that the other performers (or other soloists in EJE) didn’t play incredibly well themselves. 

    For the band, these performances are the culmination of many months of work, and for many, it is a moment of great relief. As senior trumpet player Nicholas Holland explained: “It feels so good to practice a solo for weeks to get it just right and then play it and have fun with it in the competition.”  

    Feeling relatively satisfied with our respective performances, we made the short trek back to the buses, excited to spend the rest of the day at the parks. We repacked our instruments and headed to the hotel to do a quick change and, upon the incessant request of chaperone Mr. Brunt, apply some sunscreen.    

    The park we would be visiting that day was Hollywood Studios, home to such staples as The Tower of Terror and various Star Wars rides. Feeling somewhat hungry, my first stop, along with my group, was a restaurant. Guided by the seeming Disney expert Sam Garroway (who had the notable distinction of being the first person from orchestra we had seen since the mall), we arrived at a cantina-themed restaurant deep in the Star Wars section of the park after ordering our food ahead of time on our Disney apps. I, as well as a few others, had a simple mac and cheese with chicken, which I rated a respectable 6 out of 10. Smartly, I had brought a bottle of water from the bus into the park, yet by the end of our meal, it was all but gone, which was quite scary given that it was reaching the high eighties later in the day.     

    Feeling refreshed, I sought out my first ride of the trip, and since most rides at the time had incredibly long wait lines, the ride we chose was Minnie and Micky’s Runaway Railway. Along the way, we ran into some more students from the orchestra who had just purchased custom lightsabers for around 300 dollars. At that price point, I would have expected them to actually cut through metal (and who knows, maybe they do), but seeing the joy it brought them, I cast aside my judgment. 

    After arriving at the ride, we waited in the cue amongst children, elders, and everyone in between; seemingly, Disney has mass appeal, something that had become increasingly clear since our arrival. Despite the ride being objectively designed with young children in mind, I, too, found the slow-paced, music-filled experience quite enjoyable, and in the end, I rated it 5.75 out of 10. 

    As I began to search (with no particular destination in mind) for another ride, it quickly became clear that I was getting lost amongst the many fake cliff faces and buildings, arbitrarily transitioning between areas themed around various franchises. Eventually, I found my way to the Millennium Falcon attraction and, with no better ideas in mind, decided to join the cue. 

    Throughout the line, I encountered many examples of one of Disney’s main strengths: immersion. The whole area was set up to feel like you were wandering through a spaceport, constantly barraged with audio and visual performances to enhance the experience. Freshman Ian Aguilar agreed stating, “The architecture really is cool how they built this place.”

    Much to my surprise, The Millennium Falcon was not a roller coaster, but instead a simulator in which you were tasked to pilot a ship and steal enemy cargo. Each person in your group, which in our case also included a selection of random park goers, plays a different role in piloting, protecting, and capturing during the mission (I was a pilot, and since I had driven a car exactly once at the time, I considered myself pretty qualified). The ride was one of the first experiences that I had thoroughly enjoyed, and as such, I rated it a very solid 8.25 out of 10. We received the score of ‘pirate’-the second-highest possible (basically a B).

    Following the flow of the crowds I next wound up at the Slinky Dog Dash rollercoaster in the Toy Story section of the park, the entirety of which was themed to be an enormous backyard; it was at this time that the effects of my intelligent bus water play began to wear off (unfortunately I wasn’t able pick up a new drink earlier because, while blue milk and captain crunch cold brew are frequent around the park, water oddly isn’t). Because this ride’s cue line was set up next to several restaurants and pastry stands, my ailment only worsened as I was overwhelmed by the armada of smells around me. 

    Through sheer willpower (and some amount of laziness preventing me from leaving the line), I powered through until it was time to ride, and it was most definitely worth it. Being the only true roller coaster (that I know of) in the park, I had high expectations. And the ride delivered with its smooth yet relatively fast-paced journey through Andy’s backyard. An 8.75 out of 10, of course. 

    Upon exiting the attraction, I actually had a plan for where I was going next: the infamous Tower of Terror. Unfortunately, a glance at my Disney app revealed that the wait time had risen by over an hour and a half (I would later learn this was due to some minor technical malfunctions), and so I chose to find something else to do. Through the urgings of my fellow bandmates, I decided that something would be dinner.

    We went to one of the many Toy Story-themed restaurants in the area (the one we chose was meant to resemble a child’s lunch box) and bought our dinners. Not feeling particularly hungry after the roller coaster, I opted to buy a kids’ meal: a grilled cheese, a water, some fruit, and some tater tots, all for a record-low eight dollars. Possibly at the expense of the cost, the meal only received a rating of 5 out of 10, which wasstill not the worst performance on the trip thus far.

    As I sat there in the midst of so many people and stimulants, I finally took the time to examine my surroundings. The first thing I noticed was the apparent lack of pollen, in contrast to Atlanta. Furthermore, I finally took note of the whimsical music that had been scoring my adventures all day, seemingly without end. Just as I was beginning to ponder the implications of said music (and its possible relation to my growing headache), we set off again, this time for what we thought was a teacup ride. As you do directly after dinner, of course.

    Much like the first ride I had ridden that day, by the time we stepped in line, it was clear we weren’t really the target audience for this attraction. Nonetheless, we continued, this time equipped with a new strategy to keep ourselves entertained: impostor. 

    If you are unaware, Impostor is a simple game in which a word fitting a specific category is chosen, and each person is told that word… except for one. This person is the impostor. You then take turns saying words that would be associated or linked to the chosen word, and then collectively vote on who you think is the impostor.

    Armed with our games, the line flew by, and we were soon at the front, ready to ride a… teacup ride? (It was not a teacup ride). Instead, the ride involved sitting in a flying saucer as you are driven around in circles through the enclosure. If you ignore the details, it’s basically a teacup ride (It is not). Anyway, the ride was an expected 3.25 out of 10.

    Seeing no other option, we returned to the Slinky Dog roller coaster as it began to turn to night. This time, as we were waiting in line, the ride broke. Not like we were letting that stop us, though; we would wait in that line until we were dragged out (not really, of course). 

    Eventually, it was repaired, and just in time too, as our time left in the park was waning. The wait was worth it, however, as the coaster, for whatever reason, was significantly more fun at night, with the speed seeming even higher and bright lights illuminating the entire track. Freshman and self-proclaimed roller coaster hater Rhys Stieglitz shared this sentiment: “That was exhilarating” (I bumped up the score to a 9 out of 10).

    We exited the ride and rushed back to the designated meeting spot to board the buses and return to the hotel. Luckily, we arrived just in time and left with the rest of the band. 

    As we arrived back, my several bottles of water and small dinner began to catch up to me as I was forced to rush to the bathroom and then to the cafe for the world’s fastest late-night snack (you have no proof it wasn’t). Said snack consisted of a croissant and a granola bar, evidently a pretty decent croissant and granola bar, as it received a 5.75 out of 10. 

    Tired from my day, I quickly made it back to my room before curfew, showered, and fell asleep.

    The next day, we were awakened in a very similar manner to the previous day, except this time an hour later. Once again, I made my way to the cafe, had the route memorized by now, this time adorned with athletic shorts and my prized Bad Religion band tee. Feeling like something different that morning, I chose to get my food from the bakery rather than the main counter. For this reason, Saturday’s breakfast was a bagel, a chocolate croissant, a bag of chips, and, begrudgingly, a bottle of water. Maybe my decision to switch it up was a good one, as this breakfast received a 5 out of 10.

    Much like the previous day, we left the cafe pretty promptly to enter the parks; this time, our destination would be Magic Kingdom. The only difference this time was that instead of arriving directly at the parks, we arrived at a station and took the monorail to the entrance. 

    Once we did finally enter, we were immediately greeted by the arrival of a marching band that snaked through the streets, and accompanied us as we walked to our first ride of the day: Pirates of the Caribbean, a choice we made almost entirely based on its shocking five-minute wait time.

    As we rushed through the empty cue line of the ride, the ever-present Disney immersion took over once again as we descended into a dark, dungeon-like structure and boarded the water-based ride. The ride itself is more experiential than anything, as it only contained one drop, yet knocked it out of the park with immersion and “vibes.” Upon looking up, it appeared as though you were truly out under the cover of a clouded night, and it was both oddly dark and beautiful at the same time. Sounds like around a 6 out of 10 to me.

    We left the dark building with haste and searched for a ride with a forgiving wait time, deciding upon The Seven Dwarves Mine Train as our destination. As we walked over, two things began to become clear to me. One: The Magic Kingdom is big, when compared to Hollywood Studios at least. And two: Not only is it bigger, but somehow everyone’s attitude just seemed more whimsical, more… magical.

    Once again, I didn’t have much time to think about it as we soon arrived at the Seven Dwarves roller coaster. This time we came prepared with a new type of entertainment: the ever-popular NYT games. Through a combination of Spelling Bee and the crossword, we were able to pass the time pretty easily until we reached a more interesting section of the line. 

    You may ask yourself, “What on earth could make one section of a line more interesting than the rest?” to which I say, “shiny things you can touch, of course.” This is exactly what we came across roughly three-fourths of the way in, with a selection of transparent gems being at our disposal, practically begging us to touch them (they make little ringing noises when you tap them). Despite this, I showed record-breaking levels of restraint (again, you have no proof against it) and moved on. And was immediately greeted with another touchable entertainment structure; this time it was a piano you could play by activating different water spouts.

    Luckily, this time it was significantly less appealing since the plethora of kids who had used it before had already caused a large puddle to form at the base of the stand, something it seemed I would have to deal with whether I wanted to or not, as it ran directly through the next part of the cue. 

    We continued forward, passing a few other crystal playthings along the way, eventually arriving at the front of the line. This ride, much like the Slinky Dog coaster from the day before, was surprisingly smooth and fast for what I expected at Disney, and presented plenty of hands-in-the-air opportunities, and as such, I felt that a 7.5 out of 10 made sense.

    Next, we made our way to the nearby It’s a Small World ride, a personal favorite of a few members of my group, joining the short thirty-minute wait time with little intermission. Interestingly, this line moved faster than most, allowing us to reach the front in what seemed to be no more than 30 minutes. The ride itself was easily the longest of the trip, each slow turn around a corner only revealing more rooms and more singing children. Despite this, the experience was rather pleasant. And although the speakers playing the iconic tune sounded pretty worse for wear (their garbled quality did NOT help with the already present creepiness of the many dolls), I decently enjoyed the ride, giving it a 4 out of 10. 

    By now, we had been in the park for a couple of hours, so it was time to check in with the chaperones. As we walked over, I was, on several occasions, swarmed by a cloud of bubbles from a bubble wand at a nearby souvenir stand, an occurrence I soon realized was not new to me and one I had encountered the previous day as well. 

    Powering through the bubbles, we made it to the designated check-in area, quickly confirming our safety and moving on to the next ride, which we soon decided would be Tron. Along the way, the faint sound of singing and cheering arose behind us, something that would soon reveal itself to be a parade rapidly catching up to us. Not thinking much of it, we continued on our way, only for the string of floats (which, admittedly, boasted surprisingly enthusiastic and skilled actors) to show up just as we wanted to cross the road, blocking our path for a solid twenty minutes.

    We took the time to enjoy each other’s company, and once it passed, we completed the rest of our journey across the park to reach the relatively new Tron ride. This would end up being the longest line we would wait in during the entire trip, at around an hour and ten minutes, which sadly coincided with what seemed to be the one time Disney didn’t put an impressive effort into making the queue visually appealing. Since we were basically line experts by this point, the line flew by (it didn’t hurt that my shirt received several compliments during our wait), and we quickly arrived at the indoor portion of the line, where the line quality improved drastically. 

    We were taken into a small viewing room where we were presented with our mission directive and subsequently “digitized”. Stepping through a newly opened doorway, we walked into a series of rooms with intricate electronic and futuristic theming. Through some incredible stroke of luck, when we reached the front of the line we were actually given the front row of the coaster, an idea that I was particularly excited about given the motorcycle-esque nature of the ride as, unlike most roller coasters, Tron seats you in the same way one might ride a motor cycle (or a light cycle in this case) as opposed to just sitting down. 

    As we sat down and leaned forward, a brace descended down and held our back in place. We were then brought forward and launched at around 65 miles per hour upwards into what would prove to be an exhilarating and incredibly fun ride. We raced around turns and drops, at one point entering a dark, enclosed space where we flew through various energy rings that lit up as we passed. Tron was by far the most fun I had had thus far, something echoed by sophomore Victoria Penake, who said, “That was Peak” (She went on to repeat this several times the rest of the day). Tron received a record-breaking 9.5 out of 10.  

    As some of the members of my group were beginning to feel somewhat hungry, we stopped at a small stand in the Tomorrowland area for a quick snack. It was here that I purchased what was simultaneously the most disgusting, intriguing, and unique meal (if you can even call it that) of the trip: a Fanta Slushy and cherry cola churro. I take full responsibility for all resulting consequences. (It still received a 4.25 out of ten, though.)

    Deciding upon the nearby Space Mountain as our next stop, we left the stand and began our walk over to the classic ride. The queue for the ride provided us with many space-themed pieces of  architecture and graphics. The entire time, I couldn’t help but think that if I were a park goer when it first opened, the sci-fi environment and subsequent ride would probably be just about the coolest thing I had done. Speaking of the ride, it delivered on all expectations: the high speeds and dark, well… space-esque surroundings. While I may have almost lost a limb to the pieces of metal flying around me (or not I couldn’t tell), the ride received a well-deserved 9.25 out of 10.

    Finally deciding to leave the Tomorrowland area, we selected Tiana’s Bayou Adventure, previously Splash Mountain, as our next stop. However, seeking redemption for my previous snack choices, I took a pit stop at a shop and purchased the significantly healthier option of beignets (just trust me on this). They were actually pretty delicious, garnering a food high score of 7.25 out of 10. 

    Detour aside, we joined the cue for the infamous log flume. While the line may not have been as visually interesting as others, our roughly 55-minute wait was punctuated by the rather fitting sounds of jazz. Eventually, after an absolute maze of a line, we reached the front and boarded the boats.

    The most famous part of the ride is a nearly fifty-foot drop and subsequent splash for which the ride’s original name was chosen. So, for the entirety of the ride, you sit around waiting for the drop to finally happen, and you are misled, not once, not twice, but three times. Of course, once you make your way through the beautiful, ambient scenery to the climb of the drop, it becomes abundantly clear what is about to happen. And as I sat there, staring upwards as we inched up the hill, rays of light shining down on me through the small opening at the top, and the eerie voices of animals singing in unison echoing somewhere far behind me, I once again found myself contemplating the odd beauty of the ride around me. And then we dropped fifty feet into a splash that soaked my back completely. An 8.25 out of 10 experience. 

    Having spent nearly eight and a half hours in the park by this point, it was time for us to leave and head to the award show for the festival. We met back up with the rest of the group, took the monorail back to the buses, and left once again for Hollywood Studios, where the show was taking place. 

    Upon arrival, it became immediately clear that the award show was going to be a party. When we got there, a man was announcing something (I’m not sure what, as the music was so loud), and he soon made his way into the stands and began interviewing the kids on their favorite parts of the trip. Oddly, most responses centered on the student’s ability to impersonate different members of the Disney cast. 

    After a while of intermissional activities, a band took to the stage (like an actual band that you would see in concert) and began playing a few classic dance songs. The ground shook with the sound of thousands of students dancing; the number of schools there was staggering. As Mr. Varnes explained, “There are usually between 10 and 50 bands at a competition,” and each band probably had twenty or more members, so the size made sense.

    Eventually, the band wrapped up with their performance, something that sophomore Leyton Collins described as “actually kinda okay,” and the actual awards ceremony finally started. I immediately got incredibly confused. It seemed as though every band received some kind of award, yet the awards were each different? Except not? Either way, once it came time for the category Lovett was entered in to receive awards, EJE was given an excellent score, and Wind Ensemble a good one, which I assume to be a good thing.   

    Once the awards concluded, each band director received a personal shoutout for their hard work, and the band returned to play one last song, followed by our immediate departure from the venue. As we walked back to the bus, it began to rain and wind (I don’t think that’s a verb) pretty hard. This did not deter us, though, as when we arrived back at the hotel, I once again made a beeline for the cafe for a midnight snack, this time with the rest of the band. 

    I opted to eat a more meal-esque assortment of food this time around, purchasing an apple, some pizza, and some chips. It was possibly the most average-tasting meal I had ever consumed. A perfect 5 out of 10. 

    Since we all had an early start the next day with wake-up being at 5:15, I hurried back to my room (and then showered and slept, you get the idea). 

    The next morning, when we awoke, I was tasked with packing my things, an activity that took longer than I expected. Luckily, I still had time for a quick breakfast at everyone’s favorite cafe before we left. This time, I went for the smaller regular breakfast option: three Mickey-shaped waffles and some bacon. 

    And as I checked out (with a water, of course) and sat down to eat Mickey Mouse’s little waffle face, I thought about the trip as a whole. While unable to fully articulate my thoughts at the time, I think Mr. Varnes said it best himself, “The travel and experiences build camaraderie within the band. We come back a closer unit.” The meal was a 4.5 out of 10. Mr. Varnes’s words of inspiration…10 out of 10, of course.

    After reloading the buses for the last time, we once again embarked on an eight-hour drive that was not too different from the first, though it included much more sleep. Just like at the start, we made two stops: one at a rest stop (which was significantly better than the first, with several vending machines and nicer bathrooms) and another at a shopping center (the meal I had there was a 6.25 out of 10).

    Overall, I think the trip was fun, and at the very least, I now know I don’t like cherry cola churros.

  • Focus Prom Reflects The Best Of Lovett

    Focus Prom Reflects The Best Of Lovett

    By Tanisha Naik

    The moment when the first FOCUS kid walks through the door of Prom, something magical happens. Nervous glances turn into smiles. Hesitant feet start moving to the beat. Within minutes, everyone is dancing to the music. 

    “It’s almost immediate that people start to feel welcome and excited,” Rev Brown told me, echoing thoughts he shared at a recent chapel. 

    Every year, the SSB Community Service section transforms the MPR into a space of pure joy for the FOCUS Prom. This special evening provides children with physical and mental disabilities from the FOCUS organization with a prom night of their own.  They can eat snacks, dance, and have a really great time. 

    This was Rev Brown’s second year of going to FOCUS Prom. “It’s absolutely incredible because our Lovett kids are super excited setting up and they love making it really special,” he said. 

    When the FOCUS kids start showing up, some are ready to go. Other can be a little nervous, but that nervousness does not last long. The energy in the room and the welcome from the volunteers help to transform their nervousness into excitement. 

    A great deal of planning goes into a night of this scale. This year’s Community Outreach Committee, led by Seniors Megan Frisch, Ava Boren, and Shelby Morris alongside Juniors Fannie Bradley, Sonia Kukrega, and Modupe Askedo, did everything from selecting this year’s vibrant Hawaiian theme to helping to reach out to other SSB members to collect more volunteers. Their goal was to ensure every detail was perfect.  

    I spoke with Senior Isabelle Cheroff, who gave me more insight into the night. 

    The transformation of the MPR began an hour before doors opened, and all of the “members and volunteers help set up all the decorations and just get everything organized and together before the kids show up,” she said. 

    She said they had many volunteers. It was “probably one of the best turnouts in years, everyone was really engaged, and it was just great,” she said.  

    One of her favorite memories from this year is when the song “Cotton Eye Joe” came on and everyone headed to the dance floor. “Everyone just started to do the dance together,” she said.

    From helping plan this event, Isabelle learned that you have to do a lot in advance. “You have to find everything about a month or two in advance, and you’ve got to just keep up communication with people, or else nothing’s going to be done,” she said. 

    For Shelby, she really enjoyed getting to dance with all the kids and “building relationships, both with the kids and both with the people from focus, but also kids from other grades who I know very well.” 

    Her favorite memory was putting up the decorations and “thinking about how things would go.”

    As for Rev Brown’s favorite part? “I really think it’s the best thing that Lovett does,” he said.

  • The Sex Ed Unit: An Awkward But Important Rite Of Passage

    The Sex Ed Unit: An Awkward But Important Rite Of Passage

    By Micah Ingram and Malaya Madison

    I’m willing to bet that every single person reading this has either survived or is currently bracing themselves for the most universally awkward rite of passage in the high school experience. 

    Yes, you guessed it- the 9th-grade unit on human sexuality and reproduction. It’s that legendary, deeply uncomfortable week where eye contact goes to die, the whole room just gets really quiet, anatomical diagrams become the most traumatizing yet interesting thing, and a room full of teenagers suddenly finds the floor absolutely fascinating.

    Of course, while every class is different, every teacher is different, and every student’s experience with this unit is different, the memories seem to last. 

    Junior Bridget Valls, whose  teacher was Mr. Crowley, .summed up her experience as: “Helpful and funny.” Sophomore Ella Harvey, on the other hand, recalled the unit as  “uncomfortable and Informative.” Her teacher was Dr. Reynolds.

    Though it was uncomfortable, Ella said it was that very discomfort that made it “pretty easy to laugh.” 

    We asked if there was a particular moment when the whole class just lost it and couldn’t stop laughing.

    Bridget and Ella specifically explained that almost all the activities provoked commotion or laughter from the class. They explained that some of the unique activities that they would do were learning about things like condoms.

    But beneath the surface level giggles and the chaos of the hands-on activities, a startling realization began to sink in for Ella. While the girls in the room were familiar, nodding their heads to the information, the boys seemed to be processing entirely new information. Ella pointed out that the huge knowledge gap was more concerning and scary than entertaining.

    We asked if there were any words or advice they wanted to share with future kids going into this class. “Pay attention and take notes,” they urged, noting that the information is more than just a requirement for a grade. It’s one of those rare school moments where the “real world” application is immediate and important. Bridget and Ella both expressed that while the diagrams might feel traumatizing now, the knowledge becomes an essential toolkit for life later on.

    But the students aren’t the only ones hoping the “trauma” turns into actual education. Jim Crowley, Upper School Science Teacher, also hopes for this stigma to be broken. He pointed out that pop culture can sometimes help with reducing the discomfort around the topic. 

    “In today’s music, swearing and sexuality are incredibly common, but sexuality has always been there,” he said, even if it used to be more understated.  ”

    If you happen to be in the room next to Mr. Crowley, you will hear all types of music from old hits from Salt-N-Peppa to present-day, like Nicki Minaj or Rihanna.

    Mr.Crowley plays music at the beginning of his class during this unit to point out “that there’s this influencing factor beyond what might be your normal parents, or just your peers. There’s this whole bigger world influencing how you view sexuality, and that’s the role of the songs.”

    Was it ever uncomfortable for teachers to teach the unit? “You, as the presenter, are a little bit uncomfortable because you don’t know how the audience is going to take things,” Mr. Crowley explained.

    To bridge that gap and make the experience less intimidating, teachers have turned to technology to create a ‘judgment-free’ zone. By using a virtual anonymous question box, they provide a safe space where students “can bypass the face-to-face embarrassment and get the real answers they need.”

    As students, we sometimes fail to realize that we aren’t just asking our science teachers to explain biology; we’re asking them to explain the world. We are asking them to be mentors and navigators through a minefield of sensitive topics with students who may have been raised with different beliefs and in different cultures.

    Mr. Crowley mentioned that he hopes what he says doesn’t upset people, but at the same time, as a teacher, he’s “trying to get students to think beyond their own experiences.”

    Plenty of experiences and memories are also created during this unit, including immersive opportunities like pulling all the students up close for a tour of contraceptives or having to blindly draw the male and female reproductive organs. 

    All of these experiences are intended to ”break the ice and awkwardness of the topic,” Mr. Crowley said. He also likes to use mixers, where he pulls students together to answer “awkward” but very important questions to encourage camaraderie and lead a deeper conversation where everyone is comfortable sharing their experiences. 

    Mr. Crowley expressed how, from the very beginning, he noticed how when he brought up eyeballs or the digestive system, people were like completely fine, but when he brought up talking about the “v word or p word,” there was suddenly squirming and a silence that says a lot throughout the class. 

    But for Mr. Crowley, this reaction isn’t just a classroom quirk; it’s a reminder that drives him to break the generational wall of silence he experienced long before he was the one standing at the front of the room.

    He compared his own experience learning about it to the movie “Mean Girls.” Mr. Crowley recalled his own public school education as a rigid lecture delivered by a PE teacher who seemed to find the material as useless as the students did. 

    While his past curriculum was defined by a “just don’t do it” approach that strictly avoided anything remotely “interesting” or real, Mr. Crowley refuses to let his own classroom fall into that same trap of silence. He believes that in a society already buzzing with complex opinions, he has a responsibility to replace that outdated awkwardness with actual knowledge, ensuring his students are truly prepared for the world.

    Wrapping the interview up, we asked Mr. Crowley what he hoped his students get from this part of the class. “I want them to be updated on current topics and conversations, and I want them to be aware of their own bodies, changes in development, and feel comfortable with those things happening in the time that they’re happening because they’re not all in sync with each other,” he said. 

    Perhaps it takes time to reach that comfort, because we had trouble finding current ninth-graders willing to be interviewed, and the ones we did interview seemed a little uncomfortable.

    We caught Benny Crane, Phillip Claybrooks, and Zoe Bockel in Dr.Shelander Biology class as they were doing the test corrections for this very unit.

    Benny mentioned that “it was cool to learn about our bodies.” Phillip responded, “Yeah, it was a great experience.” Let’s just say they didn’t want to answer any other questions…

    Zoe said that her class handled it pretty well until “certain topics” were brought up.

    Clearly, it’s a tall order to ask a room full of teenagers to feel “comfortable” with topics that have been taboo for generations, and honestly, the awkwardness doesn’t disappear by itself. 

    But it all seems worth it. While Zoe said the experience was very uncomfortable, she felt that it was okay “because I know how my body works,” and she loves to learn more. 

  • Accessorizing Your Outfit Of The (Lovett) Day

    Accessorizing Your Outfit Of The (Lovett) Day

    By Maiya Tomlin

    As a student with a uniform, I routinely find myself complaining about its monotony until around 7 am every Monday. Thankfully, the weight of choosing a runway-ready outfit every day never weighs on my shoulders to begin with. 

    I sometimes feel like a carbon copy wearing the familiar navy polo and dark gray skort, so I like to find ways to make the uniform my own. 

    Firstly, it is imperative that my shoe game strikes a balance between being interesting and up to date with the trends. I’ve been rotating between my white, navy, and red Vejas for everyday wear, New Balance 990s for comfier days (which some claim look like ‘grandpa shoes,’ but I never let that deter me), and finally, Birkenstock clogs. Which, yes, those I will admit are grandpa shoes (and, um, technically are not in uniform), and no, they certainly do not fit everyone’s taste. I saw Kendall Jenner wearing them in an Instagram post in 2022 and knew I had to own them. They earn bonus points in my book for their extreme comfort. 

    As I walked around the newspaper staff the other day, I (not in a weird way) examined all their feet, specifically the shoes they chose to wear. 

    I spoke to Bridget Valls, who was wearing a pair of Golden Goose sneakers. However, these were not your typical Golden Goose sneakers. They were a bit athletic, almost, sort of a combination between regular Golden Goose and the New Balance 990s I spoke of previously, but with a hint of pink. 

    On some days, “I’ll wear the ruffle socks with Alexander McQueen’s as well as every other girl at this school,” Bridget told me, jokingly. I’ve definitely noticed ruffle socks as a growing trend on Pinterest, and even more so in the Lovett hallways. I began wearing them to add more whimsy to my high-top Gola sneakers, inspired by 2025 alumni, Lydia Wilson and Caroline Liu. I’ve recently been taking inspiration from my friend, Junior Zarin Sapra, and pairing them with my New Balances. 

    Bridget also takes inspiration from those around her. She made note that senior Olivia Jaje is usually the first to show trends. “I feel like she starts a lot of the trends,” she said. “I feel like when she gets a pair of shoes, everyone wants that pair of shoes.”

    Then, I noticed sophomore staffer Ella Harvey was wearing a pair of Alexander McQueen’s that Bridget spoke of. “I mean, I try to wear fun shoes and stuff like that.” She, of course, mentioned the shoes she was wearing that day, as well as “the ve– whatever they’re called,” she pointed at my feet. The Vejas, pronounced Vey-HUHZ, Ella. 

    Some Lovett girls have let go of hoodies and crewnecks. Instead, they wear cardigans casually, especially on recent spring days. A hoodie is too hot, and just a polo is too cold; just like Goldilocks and the three bears, a cardigan is just right. 

    Although Ella is clearly not Goldilocks. She made clear that the cardigan trend is not right for her. “I sort of hopped on it for maybe a couple weeks, and then I hopped off,” she told me. “I run very hot, so I was wearing a very woolly sweater, and I was like, no.” I understood Ella’s complaints, although the brand Kimberly C makes a quite thin cardigan that junior Lane Rodts told me she has been loving lately. 

    Besides shoes and sweaters, I accessorize my uniform every day with jewelry. I typically wear the same jewelry every day, partly because none of it tarnishes, and partly because I’m too lazy to switch it up. On my left wrist, I have my brown leather watch with a pink face from Pascal, paired with two bracelets from Enewton. On my right, I have another Enewton bracelet, paired with another that my mom gave me for 8th-grade graduation. Finally, I have an Oura ring on my middle finger, which, for those unaware, is like a Fitbit or a Woop, but in ring form. 

    For necklaces, I keep it simple with a heart pendant my friend, Senior Nadia Infante, got me for my 16th birthday, layered with a gold necklace from Amazon with a pearl in the center. 

    Now, the interesting part. In contrast with the rest of my jewelry, I actually switch out my earrings quite often. I have been wearing a pair of dangly pearl earrings with a hint of gold to match one of my necklaces, but it really just depends. When I spoke to Bridget and Ella, they told me they usually stick to simple pearl earrings. 

    I was later hanging out in the Plaza with members of my photography class while we waited for the sun’s UV rays to develop our cyanotype prints (long story). We were waiting for a long twenty-five minutes, so I asked junior Hope Maner about how she accessorized her uniform today to pass the time. She leaped to her feet and said, “Let me give you an OOTD.” (OOTD stands for “Outfit of the Day”).

    She pointed to her OnCloud sneakers, her Enewton pearls… and her Lovett socks? “What do you mean your socks are from Lovett?” asked Senior Davis Kennedy. “They’re the Lovett cheer socks,” Hope replied. The Lovett cheer socks are part of both the fall and winter cheer uniforms: white ankle socks with dark blue piping around the top. I suppose I did claim that ruffle socks are an accessory, so the Lovett cheer socks must be as well.

    I then turned to Davis and asked, “How do you accessorize the uniform as a man?”

    “What?” he replied. I don’t think he was expecting to be put on the hot seat. Then Hope suggested, “Davis, stand up and give us an OOTD.”

    He pointed to his navy Nike Lovett Basketball sweatshirt, “My sweatshirt’s from Lovett,” he told us. And the sky is blue, Davis. But I kept my remarks to myself, for I did not want to discourage him from continuing his OOTD.

    “My shorts are from Peter Millar, and my belt’s from Peter Millar,” he showed us. “I usually somewhat match my belt with my outfit and how I’m feeling that day,” he explained. I asked him to elaborate. “Well, if I wear a light blue shoodie–”

    “Shoodie?” I asked.

    “Shirt-hoodie,” he replied. 

    After searching up images of these on Google, I did recall seeing lots of Lovett boys roaming around in “shoodies.”

    “If I wear a light blue shoodie, then I’ll wear my [North] Carolina belt, and if I wear a gray hoodie, I’ll wear my black Georgia belt,” he said. 

    Then he finished his OOTD: “My shoes are from New Balance, and my socks are my dad’s from Puma.” As much as Davis tries to pair his belts with how he feels each day, he wishes we didn’t have a uniform. “Because then I would just wear shorts and a T-shirt every day, and flip flops,” he told me. “Sounds a lot better than the uniform.”

    I then asked junior Thomas Rhodes about how he picks out his accessories every day. He told me that he doesn’t do anything special besides picking out his belt, and that his favorite belt brand is Peter Millar. “You don’t like Onward [Reserve],” Davis asked. “No, I do, I just think Peter [Millar]’s better,” Thomas responded. 

    Now, we’ve learned how students are styling the boys and girls uniforms. But one question remains: how are teachers accessorizing for school? After all, no, they do not have a uniform, but they do have enough barriers for me to consider their work outfits as uniforms.

    While I was walking around the newspaper the other day, chatting with Bridget and Ella, Mr. Newman invited me over to speak to him. I asked him how he accessorized today. “Well, a number of months ago, we got an email saying that we had to wear our IDs on a lanyard around our neck,” he explained, setting the stage. “We couldn’t have it hooked to our belts anymore, which I was very concerned about because I thought lanyards and IDs around my neck are super dorky.”

    But then he figured that if he had to make the change, he was going to embrace it. That’s the mindset.  “So I heard about this website called Threadwallet, and they’ve got a lot of really nice designs. I’ve got four of them. And it allows me to kind of think about what I’m wearing,” he told me. 

    He pointed to the plaid shirt he was wearing. “This is a very busy shirt,” he said, and then pointed to the lanyard he picked out for today. “So this one is a little bit more subdued. It picks up the green in my shirt, and I feel like it’s fun,” he finished. 

    Additionally, teachers influence each other’s fashion choices, just like students do. In fact, Mr. Newman told me that he admires Mr. Nascimento’s shoe rotation. 

    I will say, as junior year comes to a close for me, I am undoubtedly excited about prom, summer, and turning in my research paper. But more so, I am excited to break the routine I’ve followed for my entire high school career and say goodbye to the gray skort. Come August, I will adopt the plaid senior skirt. I wonder if my Vejas will match?

  • An Ode To Wrestling, From A Matlion

    An Ode To Wrestling, From A Matlion

    By Izzy Taylor

    During the fall of my junior year, I found myself spending most of my free time between all of the Amstud packets and physics quizzes doing absolutely nothing. It was all rotting and sleeping for me, and to be honest, I loved it, as I think many 17-year-olds would. 

    So when one of my friends begged me to join the Matlions team that year so she wouldn’t be the only one in our grade to do it, I dragged my feet. I had never really paid attention to wrestling at Lovett and knew next to nothing about the sport as a whole. I anticipated it would be like any other team sport, just showing up to practices and games when you needed to, with little work being done off the mat. 

    But after a few asks and promises that if I didn’t like it, I could quit, I begrudgingly agreed. 

    When I attended that very first meet, it really wasn’t what I expected. The kids on the team didn’t just show up to wait around until their turn to wrestle, nor were they unengaged in their teammates’ performances. It was quite the opposite. Every match, whether it was a freshman on a losing streak or a state champion, was treated as the most intense event they had ever witnessed. 

    Everybody was cheering and calling out suggestions, and the wrestlers on the mat were listening and adjusting to their teammates’ suggestions. It was a level of support and connection that I hadn’t witnessed in sports. I found myself extremely interested in what makes wrestling different from other team sports. 

    I witnessed how wrestling was probably one of the toughest sports out there for the players. Both physically and mentally, every wrestler has to be totally committed to their craft to succeed. They have to keep up with their weight, hydration, and training consistently in order to compete. 

    With the season over and my graduation approaching, I wanted to learn about what wrestling and the community have done for the coaches and players. 

    I ended up hunting down Head Coach Maldanado in one of his most frequented locations on the campus: the weight room. I snuck up on him while he was talking a group of freshmen through their routine for the day. Luckily, he had some time to spare between his tough-love encouragement (closer to well-meaning heckling) and his pacing around the room, discussing how the intense wrestling training has real effects on both individuals and the team as a whole.

    I started by asking him what makes up the preparation and training for his wrestlers. His response was a little surprising, as he thought first not of physical training but of mental training. He said mindset was one of the most important parts of a good wrestler. 

    “Coach Mantz helps us with the mindset and getting the guys thinking about things before the match, during the match, during the tournament, throughout the day when they’re competing,” he said. “It’s mind and body because they have to eat. Their diet has to be clean most of the week. They have to be hydrated.” 

    For Coach Maldanado, and all wrestlers for that matter, wrestling is holistic. “You can’t just have one and expect to be good. You’ve got to have all three to be good.”

    Diving deeper, I asked about how all that individual hardship made the team as a whole better. After thinking about it for a second, he said, “Misery loves company. That’s what it is. Misery loves company.” He took a beat and then explained. “Misery loves company means that we’re going through this together as a family, as a group. So let’s make the most of it,” he said. 

    The wrestlers are all in it together as a community, even though their progress and game is individual. “When it’s time to buckle down, they understand, okay, we’ve got to work hard now, and let’s motivate each other. We know it’s hard, we know it’s going to be difficult, but if we do it together, it’s more bearable,” he said.

    After all that talk of toughness, I wanted to find somebody to tell me something fun about their training. I found Hayes Kennedy walking the halls and knew he could give me a little insight. As a sophomore, Hayes is already a two-time state champion. He is also one of the most excitable players on the team, constantly buzzing and joking with his teammates. When I asked him what his favorite part of practice was, it wasn’t the answer I expected from such a high-performing wrestler. “Probably warm up,” he said, “We play football with the team, so it’s kind of just fun. Team bonding.”

    The next wrestler I talked to has been quite the topic around school recently. Xavier Mance, class of 28’, just won the national championship for the 132 lb weight class. If anyone on the team could tell me about how practice makes performance, it was him. He said his routine leading up to his nationals tournament put a lot on him physically and mentally. “I’m getting home sometimes at 12, 11 o’clock, and I have to then study for maybe two hours,” he said.  “To do this, I have to be very committed to the grind and committed to everything I do.”

    I was very curious about his diet and exercise, as I knew he had to cut weight for the season. “While everyone else is eating pizzas and cinnamon sticks and iced coffees and all these little goodies and snacks, I eat the raw to the raw,” he said with a melancholy look on his face. “I eat lettuce and tomato. I have organic salads, and I’m drinking organic milk and all this organic stuff.” It seems it’s just as hard as I thought it would be.

    Fortunately, he has his coaches and team around him as he goes through that grueling work. “Having a community around you helps,” he said. “When you have all these other people doing the same thing, it helps. So going to practice and knowing other people or cutting weight and doing the same practices, it helps a lot.” The support is so powerful, he said, it’s almost like you could take down a whole nation.” Grinning, he added, “Iron sharpens iron, pressure makes diamonds.”

    Finally, I wanted to hear from arguably the most unique wrestler on the team. Senior Elle Kaufman surely stands out on the mat, and it’s not because of her bright red hair. She is the only girl on the Varsity team and has been her whole career. I was curious about how that might have made her experience different from her counterparts’. 

    When I asked if there was any difference in the way they trained,, she just shrugged the question off in very Elle fashion. She saw no difference between how she trains and how the boys do. “We learn the same moves. It’s the same sport. It’s not like a sport like lacrosse, where there are different rules for men’s and girls’ teams. It’s the same all around,” she said. “We’re all there to wrestle.”

    As for the community, I was glad, but not surprised, to hear a similar story. She told me she’s never felt excluded. “It’s just not really a thing,” she said. “Wrestling is very tight-knit regardless of gender. You’re good.”

    My experience as a Matlion allowed me to see not only how hard work creates better results, but also how it builds a stronger community. All of these players push each other up, even when they can barely support the load they carry themselves. It’s one of those special communities, those chosen families, that I hope to surround myself with in the future.