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The Student Voice of Forest Hills Central

The Central Trend

The Student Voice of Forest Hills Central

The Central Trend

Amanda Bartolovic

Amanda Bartolovic, Social Media Manager

Amanda Bartolovic is a senior and is entering her second year on The Central Trend. She is excited to continue being on the staff and to write. Outside of school, she enjoys walking her dog, eating ice cream, painting, and reading.

Favorite types of stories: Columns, editorials, and short stories

On a Friday night, you will most likely find Amanda: Laughing with friends, listening to tunes, or taking a nap

Favorite artists: Oh Wonder, Vance Joy, Summer Salt, and The Lumineers

All content by Amanda Bartolovic
How to pour a cup of coffee

How to pour a cup of coffee

Amanda Bartolovic, Social Media Manager March 12, 2020

Accidentally stubbing your pinky toe on the corner where two walls meet. A gust of wind so heavy that it blows your car door shut.  Stepping onto something wet while wearing socks.  A subtle...

I am a human before I am a student

I am a human before I am a student

Amanda Bartolovic, Social Media Manager March 5, 2020

I’ve been alive for 6,559 days. I’ve been a student for 4,564 of those days.  Thus, forgive me for combining the two notions. Forgive me for blurring the lines between “student” and “human”...

My neighborhood street on an unusually sunny winter day.

My happy places

Amanda Bartolovic, Social Media Manager February 20, 2020

Sometimes it feels as if each day is a copy of the next, unable to be distinguished from one another. Especially in the middle of winter—when the clouds are opaque and prosaic, masking any light—each...

A different kind of heartbreak

A different kind of heartbreak

Amanda Bartolovic, Social Media Manager February 13, 2020

I admit, I’ve seen its effects as I’ve carelessly scrolled through Instagram, passing by a quote or two that I brushed off, thinking I could not relate to the despondent descriptions. I also admit,...

If the trees are aware

If the trees are aware

Amanda Bartolovic, Social Media Manager January 30, 2020

Do you think the trees feel? As the clouds permanently part and the sun’s light hugs each trunk, do you think they feel the days that are as radiant as an undying candle  and as warm as the...

The significance of insignificant moments

The significance of insignificant moments

Amanda Bartolovic, Social Media Manager January 23, 2020

That day began like a faint, sweet melody.  Simple, but not hollow. Quiet, but not indistinct.  It followed exam week, a week that heedlessly escalated like an unwarranted yet persistent crescendo....

RAT Q&A: Gavin O'Meara

RAT Q&A: Gavin O’Meara

Amanda Bartolovic, Social Media Manager January 17, 2020

Name: Gavin O'Meara Grade: 10 1. What is your act?  "I am singing and playing 'Say You Won’t Let Go' with my older brother, [Aidan]." 2. How did you prepare? "In December, about a week...

Contigent

Contigent

Amanda Bartolovic, Social Media Manager January 16, 2020

Before, fear was as present as a light drizzle on a cloudy day,  subtly dousing anything that was undefended— the pavement and the trees and the yellowed blades of grass. You told me threat...

RAT Q&A: Aidan O'Meara

RAT Q&A: Aidan O’Meara

Amanda Bartolovic, Social Media Manager January 14, 2020

Name: Aidan O'Meara Grade: 11 1. What is your act? "I will be singing 'Say You Won't Let Go' with my brother." 2. How did you prepare?  "We practiced the song many times until we perfected...

RAT Q&A: Tommy Hendricks

RAT Q&A: Tommy Hendricks

Amanda Bartolovic, Social Media Manager January 14, 2020

Name: Tommy Hendricks Grade: 12 1. What is your act?  "I am in five acts: drumline, House Band, the Senior Boys Acapella, Senior Boys Skit, and a marimba solo." 2. How did you prepare? "Well,...

The girl beneath my skin

The girl beneath my skin

Amanda Bartolovic, Social Media Manager December 16, 2019

As the sun faces its habitual cycle, a neverending motion of rising and falling, my skin ages, starkly stiffening with each passing year. Each glance in the mirror is almost indistinguishable.  However,...

Puppets to the Walls

Puppets to the Walls

Amanda Bartolovic, Social Media Manager December 9, 2019

Young, eager feet surged towards the edge of the emerald grass, But the young boy’s finite adventure came to a halt. The familiar fence towered above his wide-eyed glare, And his steps led him...

Flowering on the frozen floor

Flowering on the frozen floor

Amanda Bartolovic, Social Media Manager December 2, 2019

As the winter months grow nearer, the air becomes too frigid to breathe, and the snow coats all that is left exposed like my mother’s voice blankets my deserted mind.   All of the...

The solitary pebble amid lapping waves

The solitary pebble amid lapping waves

Amanda Bartolovic, Social Media Manager November 25, 2019

Hesitantly, I walked into my brother’s room and unwillingly sat down on the cheap, plastic fold-out chair next to his bed. At an age young enough to still need my mom’s hands to detangle my hair, I...

Beguiled by the cage

Beguiled by the cage

Amanda Bartolovic, Social Media Manager November 18, 2019

The woman took the bird with the charcoal feathers and stuck it behind the brass bars like a bold, beautiful garnish used to embellish the vacant corner.   With a handful of wood chips and...

Pranav Nalam

Pranav Nalam

Amanda Bartolovic, Social Media Manager November 13, 2019

Name: Pranav Nalam Grade: 12 Role: Thomas Putman 1. What part of being in the play makes you the most nervous? "Just being in the play in itself is a big thing. I mean, I get to be a rich,...

Your sacrosanct scent

Your sacrosanct scent

Amanda Bartolovic, Social Media Manager November 11, 2019

The drudgery of life’s concerns tugged me forward Poised and placid, I moved into your prosaic room Softly, I sat down, allowing the world to tower above me A lackadaisical sigh escaped, and...

Russell Baird

Russell Baird

Amanda Bartolovic, Social Media Manager November 8, 2019

Name: Russell Baird Grade: 1o Role: Judge Hathorne 1. What part of being in the play makes you the most nervous? "I think [I'm most nervous about] not remembering something, especially if I...

They'll freeze if you leave them there

They’ll freeze if you leave them there

Amanda Bartolovic, Social Media Manager October 22, 2019

I felt tempted to go outside and allow my body to become enveloped by the snow. The way it fell from the sky looked so elegant, so placid, and I wanted to simply become a part of its divinity. I wanted...

Slowly, we will burn out

Slowly, we will burn out

Amanda Bartolovic, Social Media Manager October 14, 2019

Everyone sat around the dining room table, surrounding Luca like planets orbiting the sun. Few voices bounced off the wall as the room filled with subtle conversation and strained laughter. I smiled, genuinely...

A look towards my bitter reflection

A look towards my bitter reflection

Amanda Bartolovic, Social Media Manager September 30, 2019

From where I laid—on the floor of my room, adjacent to my window—not even a glimpse of what raged outside my window interfered with my vision. However, what my sight lacked, my hearing compensated...

I'm sorry, but I hate you

I’m sorry, but I hate you

Amanda Bartolovic, Social Media Manager September 23, 2019

I don’t think I’ve ever seen a woman more beautiful than Mama. That’s all that I could think about as I stood in the heart of the local market downtown. I was surrounded by a rainbow of food stacked...

The beautiful, terrible crow

The beautiful, terrible crow

Amanda Bartolovic, Social Media Manager September 16, 2019

Dear Damir, There’s been a crow outside my window for days. He won’t leave. I’ve tried everything; I even threw my pencil at it, and he barely flinched! What a silly bird, isn’t it? So dark...

The sun will rise again

The sun will rise again

Amanda Bartolovic, Social Media Manager September 9, 2019

“Happy birthday Ivan! Make a wish.” My mother beamed, smiling from ear to ear. Circled around the graceless, worn table, delighted faces all stared towards me, waiting for the flames of the two...

The beginning of the end

The beginning of the end

Amanda Bartolovic, Social Media Manager September 2, 2019

I placed my hand over my chest to remind myself I was still alive, despite the fact that every thought racing through my head reeked of my demise, my death, and the end of anything I’ve ever loved. But,...

Disbelief

Disbelief

Amanda Bartolovic, Staff Writer August 27, 2019

The subtle hum of a bird’s song did not wake me nor did the sun’s ascent, rather my eyes suddenly opened in response to a sharp crash that strained my body. The morning light leaked through the drab,...

Introduction

Introduction

Amanda Bartolovic, Social Media Manager August 27, 2019

Surrounded by a dynamic world that is always in motion, people often experience pivotal moments of change, whether it is intended or not. Everyone’s story of how the world morphed them is different,...

A familiar struggle with unfamiliarity

A familiar struggle with unfamiliarity

Amanda Bartolovic, Staff Writer June 5, 2019

The pleasantly warm feeling of a new school year accompanied the atmosphere on most of my early, fall days. They were a mixture of unease and curiosity accompanied by a touch of humidity and an overbearing...

Student Council Q&A: Taylor Baumgardner

Student Council Q&A: Taylor Baumgardner

Amanda Bartolovic, Staff Writer May 29, 2019

Name: Taylor Baumgardner Grade: Sophomore Running for: Vice President 1. Why are you running? “I am running simply because I love school spirit. It means the world to me. I love doing everything...

“Maybe later!”

“Maybe later!”

Amanda Bartolovic, Staff Writer May 29, 2019

With hands that weren’t fully grown yet, an imagination that stretched far above my head, and scuffed sneakers that were stained with the residue of my adventures, it was easy to believe in the future. My...

Taco Tuesday - Filmfest Preview Q&A

Taco Tuesday – Filmfest Preview Q&A

Amanda Bartolovic, Staff Writer May 3, 2019

Film: Taco Tuesday Producers: Haley Hamill, Kate Ryan, Haily Aldrich, and Meg Meekhof Interviewee: Haily Aldrich 1. What’s your film about? “Our film, Taco Tuesday, is about two boys named...

A finite sense of freedom

A finite sense of freedom

Amanda Bartolovic, Staff Writer April 24, 2019

For as far as my memory dares to reach, fear has always propped an umbrella above my head, even when the sky was overwhelmingly a powdery, baby blue. It has forced me to remain in a corner, despite the...

Humans of FHC: Masen Schofield

Humans of FHC: Masen Schofield

Amanda Bartolovic, Staff Writer April 24, 2019

"Back in sixth grade, I was playing football. I wasn’t very good, but I tried. [During the] second game of the season, there was a dog pile, and I started running to it, thinking I could help in some...

Humans of FHC: Hannah Duprey

Humans of FHC: Hannah Duprey

Amanda Bartolovic, Staff Writer April 23, 2019

"I was adopted when I was a couple of months old from China, but I’m not sure what part [of China]. It’s not that different because I grew up here. It’s not like I was with somebody else, so I don’t...

Can I talk to a person, please?

Can I talk to a person, please?

Amanda Bartolovic, Staff Writer April 17, 2019

7:10 am: I’ve been awake for twenty minutes, and my phone lights up. My various Snapchats greet me with a good morning. It’s comforting knowing that someone is thinking of you. It is only the onset...

I am losing my hands

I am losing my hands

Amanda Bartolovic, Staff Writer April 10, 2019

Whenever I used to hold a pencil, a simple dance would transpire. With my fingers intertwined, fearlessly enveloping its wooden cast, the pencil became a part of my hand. I held onto it tightly, having...

The crooked tree and its desolation

The crooked tree and its desolation

Amanda Bartolovic, Staff Writer March 27, 2019

The man’s day began before the sun’s. He dismounted himself from the warmth of his bed, quietly greeting the twilight instead of the dawn. Carelessly, he lit a small, hand-held candle to guide his...

A letter from my heart

A letter from my heart

Amanda Bartolovic, Staff Writer March 20, 2019

Dear future me, I hope you read this when you need to be reminded that it’s okay to listen to your heart. I want to briefly take you back to a moment when you ached for time to stop, when you yearned...

Humans of FHC: Dani Ahmetovic

Humans of FHC: Dani Ahmetovic

Amanda Bartolovic, Staff Writer March 15, 2019

"This is kind of embarrassing, but one time in elementary school when I was in fifth grade I was out at recess. There was a big group of girls, and they were all talking and standing around. I was trying...

The stolen breath of a rose

The stolen breath of a rose

Amanda Bartolovic, Staff Writer February 27, 2019

In the midst of a sea of green, eager, bantam feet surged towards an innocent rose. Each foot wobbled steadily through the garden, attempting not to crush any budding leaves, and soon, the distance...

Humans of FHC: Ivan Wheland

Humans of FHC: Ivan Wheland

Amanda Bartolovic, Staff Writer February 24, 2019

"I started flag football around first or second grade. One time, during my first [football] season, I had the ball, and I was running down [the field]. Then, my shoe came off. I stopped in the middle of...

Survivor’s guilt on a different front

Survivor’s guilt on a different front

Amanda Bartolovic, Staff Writer February 20, 2019

The year was 1992, and it was the beginning of the end. Both of my parents, living life at an age only five years older than I am now, became entangled with the impending end. It wrapped itself around...

If the Earth could speak for a moment

If the Earth could speak for a moment

Amanda Bartolovic, Staff Writer February 6, 2019

I can barely recall what it feels like to be alive. Although my memories hang delicately on a languished thread, some still remain, reminding me of the serenity that once profused beneath my feet. The...

I think I need to take a shower

I think I need to take a shower

Amanda Bartolovic, Staff Writer January 30, 2019

Barricaded from the outside world, I stood behind my balcony door the other day. Although, it could’ve been any day because I find myself in this position often, staring into my backyard for a minute...

A love letter of some sort

A love letter of some sort

Amanda Bartolovic, Staff Writer January 16, 2019

I once found my feet trudging along, almost involuntarily, with no particular destination down a narrow, gravel road. Where the road led to remained unknown, but I continued on anyway. Maybe it was the...

My paradoxical relationship with school

My paradoxical relationship with school

Amanda Bartolovic, Staff Writer December 5, 2018

I’ve found that the further I proceed in life, the more paradoxical my relationship with school becomes. Love and malice simultaneously gnaw on the corners of my days until the feelings blend together,...

The suffocating infractions of mediocrity

The suffocating infractions of mediocrity

Amanda Bartolovic, Staff Writer November 21, 2018

Mediocrity has always existed in the collection of moments that have created my life; it’s always been there, sitting next to me. It held my hand as I learned how to walk, whispering comforting words...

Unsung heroes of FHC: the custodial staff

Unsung heroes of FHC: the custodial staff

Amanda Bartolovic, Staff Writer November 19, 2018

When asked what the school would be like without the custodial staff, principal Steve Passinault responded with a laugh—one that lasted for at least 15 seconds. To think of the school without the custodial...

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