the creativity pool at dulaney high

Month: February 2018

One Word: Feminism

One Word: Feminism

Catcalling: make a whistle, shout, or comment of a sexual nature to a woman passing by. When I asked senior Grace Gary about catcalling she said “it’s kinda gross like thank you that you think I’m attractive but the concept of catcalling is so degrading […]

Wings

Wings

Wings Of a sleeping angel Slipping From the grace of Heaven One Breath High above the eyes of them Next Waste beneath their soles. Samantha Papastephanou ’18 || Art Staff

Work in Progress

Work in Progress

A watercolor and ink WIP that I kind of did on a whim. I am trying to have an underwater theme by including the whale and using blueish shades. Ju Kim ’18 || Art Staff

Dragon

Dragon

Faith Hall ’18 || Art Staff

Things I’ve Learned: The Deal with Freshmen

Things I’ve Learned: The Deal with Freshmen

“What I Learned” is collection of the most notable and painful stories to read I’ve experienced throughout high school. This series is every reason not to make the decisions I have. On July 6th, 2017, I entered the witness protection program following a pernicious encounter […]

A Winning Fashion

A Winning Fashion

Fashion of Winning is an inside look into the ever changing wardrobes of today’s athletes ranging from high school to the professionals. In order to be a winner, you need to look like a winner. Every pro athlete started from high school and then went […]

Fin.

Fin.

I don’t know his birthdate or the exact time he died. Last night he was there. We had eaten dinner together just like any other night, and I had watched him and laughed as he gobbled up every last piece of his meal. But this […]

Four Seasons

Four Seasons

The leaves are changing colors on the trees They slowly start to cascade to the ground And they whirl about freely with the breeze As the people rake the leaves by the pound The winter snowflakes falling from the sky A barren landscape with a […]

About a Goldfish

About a Goldfish

Your fins are tattered and torn, just limp hanging from your body like streamers. Your eyes dart around, lost from all surroundings, searching for life, which you are slowly losing. Your gills open and close faster than I can blink, never changing pace, in sync […]