Missouri: it’s the Show Me State, home of the Gateway to the West and to Kansas City; it’s the birthplace of people like Jon Hamm and Jayson Tatum; it’s home to the Chiefs, the Cardinals, Budweiser, and the Arch. Equally urban, suburban, and rural, it was once considered the most purple of purple states, voting only once for the losing presidential candidate from 1904 to 2004. However, this era has passed. According to FiveThirtyEight, Missouri is now the 14th most Republican state in the country.
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Upper School English & Art History
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STUDENT WRITER BIOS
As my family and I sit around a wooden table, my mom shuffles over with the turkey on a massive platter in her arms. After she sets it down, we stuff our plates with all the food we can fit, say Grace with hands in a ring around the table, and then dig in like starving animals.
Whenever people ask me what I like to do, I tell them I like to play the violin, to row, and to watch the world spin. That last one usually elicits a small chuckle or two – nice in the moment, but I'm not joking. I genuinely enjoy watching the world spin ever so slowly on its axis, and I think you should try it too.
During the academic year, I play in the Upper School Orchestra twice a week. I always look forwards to our rehearsals, a time to relax and simply play music without any sense of pressure. However, Orchestra is a large group. While I do get to know the people in my wind section, Orchestra feels like less of a cohesive group than my chamber music group which meets every Thursday.
The first song to spark my passion for music seldom appears in an average teenager’s playlists. I remember the summer of 2016; I was 14 years old, preparing for Bivouac and the following four years of high school. My younger brother had just finished a soccer game at Elm Bank, Wellesley, and we sat in the back seat of my dad’s car. As we drove across the narrow bridge traversing a limpid brook, the music my dad had selected rose in my ears.