By Luke Richards The date is May 9, 2018. Jane Drinkwater sits down to a clean desk with three freshly sharpened pencils, a few AP booklets, and an anxious yet determined attitude. She’s taking the AP French test. The teacher promptly reads a passage explaining what...
OHS Teacher High School Experience
By Brielle Barnes It's sometimes hard to relate with teachers. They are definitely older, supposedly wiser, and apparently have life figured out. But when you ask each of them about their own high school experience, most you can relate with…most. Mr. Wytiaz had an...
Soldiers of Orem High
By Ralph Tuminez Joining the military isn’t for everyone. It’s tough, physical work that also demands a lot of mental power. But for some, involvement with the military can begin as early as high school. Some high schools have the U.S. Army Junior Reserve Officer...
How To Fry An Egg
By William Lambert There are croutons in a plastic container, and next to that a few mugs with chai tea lie cooling. Ed Pollei (whose home I’m sitting in) sets a camera down in front of me, playing footage on the viewfinder of a documentary shot by Daniel Nelson. He’s...
OHS Sports Injuries
By Timothy Corey There are perhaps only three constants in the world of sports -- winning, losing, and injuries. The first two encapsulate everything that make sports so captivating. The thrill of victory and the anguish of defeat defines athletics and draws millions...
The Modern Art of Storytelling
By Duncan Stoddard The 8 foot tall mute creature moves his hands, up, down, and around to his friends, nervous words conveyed through quiet flickering of fingers. “Here? No, not here. They don’t live here,” his metal friend answered. The giant wheezed quietly in...
Portrait of the Day
Befriending new people can be a daunting task. What if they’re rude? What will there be to talk about? For Orem High student Edward Pollei, that first conversation starts with a question: “Can I take your picture?” Through his photography project Portraits of the Day,...
Acne: Why Do We Hide It?
A bit past 6 a.m., I’m brushing my teeth, washing my face, and combing my hair. It’s a lot of time in front of a mirror, and as I look at myself I count the bright red pimples invading my face, neck, and shoulders. And although I’m used to seeing them, it discourages...
