Mural paiting with Mr. Powers

Mr Powers, our Art teacher has been working diligently He has hit the ground running with an installation to be completed on the ground floor of the building outside cafeteria hallways This student lead installation is composed of different cultural aspirations that make up our school community

Our students celebrated a great accomplishment this month as they completed a semester with Harvard Medical School for Health Sciences, receiving a certificate of completion. Congratulations Titans!!

This January our students were able to experience the world of Forensic Science. Check out the mysterious activity they were part of.

by Colin J.R. Flannagan

An endless desert. Flowing sands. Alone and hot. Forgotten and broken. That's what he was. Mael sat atop a dune watching the ever flowing sea. He didn't know how long he'd been here. He didn't know anything of his past. He was only given a name and the gift of language, writing, and reading. He had been used to this forever. He never felt hungry nor thirsty. He never felt sexual drive or anger or happiness or sorrow and despair. He didn't really know who he was. He never met other people. He only spoke to himself, never speaking aloud. His black hair danced with the wind as his tattered grey shirt and battered brown shorts followed closely behind, like ducks following their mother. His eyes were of a pristine, sapphire blue that gleamed when the sun reached noon. His face was fair and clean; his muscles toned and disciplined; his height imposing to the small creatures of the Wasteland.