“My waist used to be as small as hers,” jokes the tour guide as the room erupted in laughter. She was referring to the Female Statuette Known as the Lady of Luxerre; just one of the numerous pieces of art in “The Louvre and the Masterpiece” at the Minneapolis Institute of Arts. This piece of art crafted in the 7th century B.C. in Crete, Greece, was once used as a prop in a play and a hat stand. It wasn’t until later that currators learned how valuable the piece of artwork was.
      One of the most striking images in the exhibit is Pandemonium. As you enter the last section of the exhibit, this huge, red and orange painting with a six inch thick gold frame stares back at you. It is representative of good vs. evil where the light represents the army approaching to battle Satan, and the frame is covered in dragons and snakes.
      Other artworks include The Astronomer by Johannes Vermeer which was allowed to go to the U.S. for the first time, and Christ Carrying the Cross by Lorenzo Lotto which was painted in 1526.

 As a flurry of New Moves students rush into her classroom the day before mid-semester, Ms. Leonard, the NHS advisor, makes a few last minute plans on this year's National Honor Society Blood Drive. NHS has been working hard for the past two weeks to get White Bear Lake students who are able to give blood to donate. This year the blood drive fell on Friday, November 13^th, which may seem

As a first-time participant in the blood drive, I was a bit anxious walking into the gym this morning. I was greeted by Marylou, a Red Cross volunteer, who welcomed me into an enclosed area next to the bleachers. I had given blood a few months before that day, so the preparatory part of the donation was a good sign that this would be like my last donation. Marylou proceeded to take my blood pressure, to take a blood sample, which is supposedly the worst part of the donation, and I am inclined to agree, and finally took me through a short test on how safe my blood is. The questions, though random and seemingly irrelevant, always succeed in making me wonder. With questions like, “Have you lived in the UK for more than six months between 1980 and 1996?” and “Have you had sex with a man, even once?” I wonder if maybe my parents were lying to me during the entirety of my childhood and were actually British assassins.