Tag: High School

53 articles

Why Are Palo Alto's Kids Killing Themselves?

How one community is struggling to understand and respond to a cluster of suicides.


Mackensie Is Pulling Out Her Hair

On a 16-year-old with a debilitating disorder: trichtillomania.


Confessions Of a Drug-Addicted High School Teacher

Everyone just wants to know if he’s going to the football game.


The Dukes of Oxy

Doug Dodd was a drug kingpin in high school. And now, like the narrator of a Scorcese film, he wants to tell his own story.


The Accident

An essay on a fatal car crash in the author’s youth.


And He Shall Lead Them

Lester Cotton’s transformation from reluctant football player to top Alabama recruit, and the hopes and dreams of a neighborhood that ride on his shoulders.


School Segregation, the Continuing Tragedy of Ferguson

Michael Brown beat the odds by graduating from high school before his death—odds that remain stacked against black students in St. Louis and the rest of the country.


Trial by Twitter

The murder of a West Virginia teenager by her two best friends.


Forever Young

The profile of a 34-year-old woman named Charity Johnson who tricked people all over the country into believing she was still in high school.


Life's Swell

On surfer girls in Maui; the story that led to the film Blue Crush.


It Takes a Village

A new counselor takes a job at a faltering Florida high school.

"The others at the table were talking about summer break, how it had gone too quickly, how the last thing they wanted was to be back at school, at this school. They complained about the heat, the giant mosquitos, the rain—the constant rain—and joked about how wrong it was to be so pissed off already when it was only the first day. Andrew, at the end of the table, nodded and smiled while he munched on a Cuban sandwich, trying to find an in, some common ground."


The Sky is Electric

A high school senior's day is filled with unique crises.

"I hit the refresh button over and over, faster than the phone could even communicate with the server. I almost didn’t believe it when the screen moved down a quarter of an inch to make way for a new message. It was from the admissions committee. My years of soup kitchen volunteering, vocabulary cramming, blogging as a competitive sport, and butterfly-stroking in freezing-cold swimming pools in inconveniently located athletic facilities all boiled down to a single verdict that was probably a sentence long. If that."