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Jack of All Trades - Overcommitment Culture in UWC Has Gone Too Far
Compassion. Service. Integrity. Respect. These values are so deeply ingrained into our UWC community, and I believe that I can speak for many when I say that they will remain with us throughout the rest of our lives. As students, we are frequently reminded of the central mission of our school; we see it in our curriculum, our mandatory and voluntary service, and our extracurricular activities and societies. Our many, many societies. The Overcommitment Culture of UWC is somet
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Disconnected or Reconnected? Life Without Phones for Grades 9 and 10
Written by Camilla Nesbitt The first term of this school year, the School introduced a new policy for phone usage, which has sparked a lot of chatter, though not over Whatsapp or Snapchat messages. Grade 9s and 10s are no longer allowed to use their phones throughout the entire school day, from when the first class starts at 8:10AM to when the final bell dismisses students at 3:00PM. Phones should be kept inside backpacks or inside lockers for the entirety of the school day,
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The Privilege of University Advising
Getting into a university seems the ultimate goal for lots of students. Worries from parents, pressures from school, peers’ achievements… Everything is mounting on the students, inciting their anxiety to make more progress. In such a process, university advising emerges to provide help for students and give advice to parents so that they can better plan a future for their children. However, the debate over the effectiveness of University Advising as a system is always a thorn
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Never Be Pressured Into Choosing a Specialization
I’ve always told others that I love to write. I love writing and immersing myself in another world, pouring my imagination and daydreams into writing, and crafting words for others to read. But I didn’t think I loved it enough to dedicate all my time to it. I barely created time for writing, instead opting to study. I pushed writing to the back of my mind, leaving it to rot. How could I do that if I loved it? Many of my peers were already set on their passions, such as engine
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CARPE DIEM
CARPE DIEM it all started the day i turned 9 years old i felt more mature than the rest more logical even destined to succeed. at least that’s what they told me “study hard get good grades don’t make too many friends don’t invite trouble focus on your own life” they said, i followed then came middle school new faces friends opportunities for better and for worse i tried to tune life out focus on myself, but it was calling out my name. it told me i wasn’t cut out to
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Explicit Books Essay
For a while now, UWC Dover has had explicit books within its library, just waiting for a student to pick one up and be taken aback by what t
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The burnout generation: why we’re all exhausted
Okay, let’s be honest—when did 'grinding' become our entire personality? When was the last time we relaxed without feeling guilty?
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What is social media doing to teenagers?
Which app has the most screentime? What brands do you buy your clothes from? What brands do you buy makeup from?
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The Truth Behind the Scenes
Today, our world is a landscape of ironies and contradictions. We are a world connected, yet we are not
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The Illusion of Advocacy: Activism in the Age of Social Media
A pandemic of plastic fingers tap hastily away at screens, programmed to follow the trends of whatever topic has peaked the world’s interest that day. Their actions are almost robotic, with minds seemingly hollow of any free will. A category of people who work in static and predictable ways, sheeps who follow the shepherd. A simple mantra courses through their mind, subconsciously or not. See. Click. Post. Repeat. Whether this can even be considered a negative in today’s soci
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This summer, I found myself going through a phase of seasonal depression —summer depression to be exact— but the motive behind it was quite different than what I had expected. Rather than feeling that familiarly anonymous and inexplicable boredom, or feeling like my chest was a hot air balloon or an enclosed bedroom with no air ventilation on a sunny summer afternoon, I was outrageously stressed. In the days before this feeling, I dove deep into the internet-provided resource
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