Not to sound condescending or anything, but driving to school every morning is absolutely spectacular. I laugh at those forced to ride the bus. Hah. So maybe that was a little bit condescending....

Usually when friends talk about swords, sabers and extreme pain in the same conversation, they’re planning their next big trip to a “Star Wars” fan festival. However, with the arrival of Snowmaggedon,...

Report cards are just bad. There’s no other way around it. Who likes seeing all of their effort and lost hours laid out in thick, dark, final print? Sycophants—that’s who. Really, no one...

It’s an undisputed fact that “High School Musical” launched a genuine Disney craze in 2006.  Suddenly, it wasn’t dorky to go along with the cheese and believe in the highly stylized, beautifully...

Google is a hallmark of the Internet, with its iconic logo and familiar interface. But as “Prado” bags and “MiPhones” prove, icons don’t last long before inspiring imitations. In fact, it...

*Also by Stephanie Haven* As many have noticed, the year 2010 is now upon us. Though we’re nowhere near where we should be in order to reach the standards that “Zenon: Girl of the 21st Century”...

Imagine the worst place you’ve ever been. Worse than the Bethesda tunnel.  Worse than the Express line at Safeway when someone has 20 items. More along the lines of the Chokey in “Matilda,”...

The annoyingly cheerful neighbor sticking her head over the fence to “chat” is an antiquated stereotype that’s usually found more on television than in backyards.   But in some neighborhoods...

The other day, I spent a good five to 10 minutes giggling over a pun I put into an English presentation. In class, no one laughed. Yes, times are tough in the life of this junior, and it turns out,...

Boys, take a bow. As if Bethesda needed another reason for being the Greatest Place On Earth (move over, Orlando), it’s official that we’ve got the hottest guys. Yes, Totalbeauty.com has just...

Dun-nuh-nun-uh. Coming up fast on my right, girl-who-sits-in-front-of-me-in-science-class. Duh-nuh-nun-uh. Do I make an awkward half-wave? Do I avert my eyes? Do I creepily smile and hope against...

Call it Restless Leg Syndrome (that’s believable). Call it unrealized musical ability. Whatever it is, it has to stop tapping on my chair. Every day, a light tap, tap, tap on my chair rack, as...