By Rainer Wasinger
Nothing says “you made it” as a parent like sending your kids to sleepaway camp. Upper and Upper middle class parents pay lots of money with the sole motive of getting their prized little devils the hell out of the house and keeping them entertained for long periods of time. There’s no better middle finger to fiscal responsibility than sending kids far away from it as possible.
A generation aware of the risks of eating disorders now has performance-enhancing drugs available at a click--but not much information on their possible side effects.
A new survey from the Partnership for Drug-Free Kids found that 11% of the 3,705 high-schoolers surveyed reported “having used” synthetic human growth hormones without a prescription. This reflects that use may have more than doubled from when a similar survey was conducted four years ago. One in five teens even reported knowing at least one friend who uses a performance-enhancing drug (PEDs).
By Loafer Droguett
Prince Fielder is a winner. He’s the youngest person ever to hit 50 home runs in an MLB season. He’s been to five All Star games, and has won three Silver Sluggers and a Hank Aaron award. He has two kids. He earns 24 million United States Dollars every year on his current contract. And he is on a cover of the upcoming ESPN Body Issue.
By Jackson M
As I entered the church with my mother, I was first struck by how tangible the atmosphere of overwhelming sorrow was. A line of boys in suits and girls in dresses snaked between the pillars outside of the sanctuary. I had only been to one funeral before, for the death of an acquaintance's mother, but I still found the amount of kids there to be abnormally large. Of course, Andy was a friend of the entire high school. It made sense that his friends would all wish to be there to see him off. I continued to walk to the back of the line when I saw a group of my friends huddled together toward the front of the line. I tried to force a smile as I waved to them. I settled in the back of the line, watching women exit the sanctuary crying. My mother laid her hand on mine and told me to be sure to breathe. I have a habit of tensing up when I'm nervous or melancholy. The line moved forward, with each person stopping to sign the guestbook. I zoned out, trying to recall the sequence of events that had led up to Andy's death.
By Rainer Wasinger
Your first car is a rite of passage, a newfound freedom to see your world and expand your possibilities. For some, their first car becomes a glorified bus, a ferry their friends abuse for free transport. For others, they fancy their 1999 Dodge Neon as a drag racer, a way to pump adrenaline and rebel against authority at 15 over. However, though these people have their own problems, the people I want to address today are those people, (let’s be honest, boys) who believe that their car is a chick magnet, a way to attract females through means of impressive transportation.