Grace Funk

 Grace Funk, junior, is honored to serve as Editor-in-Chief for The OLu MUSE this year. In addition to the MUSE, Grace is a member of OLu’s Ambassador team where she enjoys sharing about her school with the community. She loves writing across genres, from poetry to prose to nonfiction. In her free time, Grace loves to read, watch football (or binge watch Netflix series in the offseason), and travel with her family. Her favorite books include the All Souls Trilogy by Deborah Harkness and her favorite fictional character from any book is Elizabeth Bennet.

 

More of Grace Funk’s Work:

  • Come One, Come All: A Letter from the Editor - By Grace Funk Welcome back, readers, to the second year of The OLu MUSE! I cannot wait to see what the year has in store for all of us. As …
  • How Curiosity Almost Killed the Cat - A noise. The cat stopped. The cat turned. The cat looked. The cat watched. The cat studied. The cat sniffed. The cat hissed. The cat crouched. The cat crept. The …
  • The Colors of My Week - Monday. I see BLUE. The morning arrives far too fast for my liking. The alarm clock beeps incessantly like an expiration date of my relaxation. I force myself out of …
  • Diary of a Football Addict - One. More. Game. That is all there is. And then I must wait six looooooong months until it returns. FOOTBALL. Football is America. Football is community. Football is tradition. For …
  • How Education Changed One Little Girl’s Life - It all began in the South Side of Chicago. It has a reputation for being one of the most dangerous neighborhoods in America. In the 1960s, racial segregation was divisive …
  • Singing in the Rain - 5 Seconds of Summer’s final show on their North American tour was at The Greek Theatre in Los Angeles on October 12. The Australian pop-rock four piece—commonly referred to as …
  • A Cat’s Life - I wake from my nap when I sense movement What is going on beyond the window? I must go see what is outside!   Oh, how the sun shines through …
  • All I Wanted Was a Box of Doughnuts - 7-Eleven is a dangerous place. When I was 7, I tripped while reaching for a straw for my Slurpee and I broke my wrist. When I was 11, I suffered …
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