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The Student Voice of Forest Hills Central

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The Student Voice of Forest Hills Central

The Central Trend

Evelyn Alt

Evelyn Alt, Copy Editing Manager

Evelyn is a senior beginning her fourth and final year writing for The Central Trend. Although sad to be officially nearing the end of her high school career, Evelyn is anxious to get on with her life after high school and immensely excited to see what senior year has in store for her. In addition to school, Evelyn is a competitive gymnast, which takes up most of her free time. Still, when she can manage not to be either at the gym or doing homework, she will most likely be found hanging with her friends, listening to music, watching yet another rom-com, or drinking strawberry lemonade. Finally a senior, Evelyn is looking forward to making the absolute most of her last year of high school.

Favorite brainrot: TikTok Rizz Party

Current obsessions: New Girl, cherry tomatoes, college acceptance videos

Favorite TV show: The Good Place

All content by Evelyn Alt
My cup is never really empty, even when all the coffee is gone.

Lipstick-colored love on empty cups

Evelyn Alt, Copy Editing Manager March 31, 2026

I am most myself when I am surrounded by people. Friends, family, or complete strangers, the relationship I have with them doesn’t matter; my best days are those soundtracked by lively chatter, and...

Love brings first snowfall of the season and one of my best friends.

The soft breath of everyday love

Evelyn Alt, Copy Editing Manager December 17, 2025

It’s the end of the first semester of my senior year, and I’m trying to write a column about it. But I’ve written so many columns about time, change, and growing up, and none of them have come out...

I am always on the brink of becoming something more than just a rainstorm.

The first drop of an inevitable storm

Evelyn Alt, Copy Editing Manager December 16, 2025

My existence tonight feels like an unsolvable riddle. Alone on a bench in a park I used to be familiar with, nothing is recognizable. I spent the day decoding glances and deciphering laughs and finding...

TCT's The Countless Thanks 2025: Evelyn Alt

TCT’s The Countless Thanks 2025: Evelyn Alt

Evelyn Alt, Copy Editing Manager November 26, 2025

To my family: Carolyn Alt - "Homeward Bound" by Simon & Garfunkel Thank you for the shopping trips and the grocery store runs. Thank you for the lunch dates and advice. Thank you for calling...

The moon visits me in the dead of night, asking me questions.

The ladybug and her willow tree

Evelyn Alt, Copy Editing Manager October 9, 2025

I fell asleep at my desk last night with my light dimmed low and a candle burning.  It was then, as I lay sprawled across the wood like some old, overworked poet or crazed scientist, that the moon...

As my life becomes more and more about the future, I continue to think back to the little girl who got me here.

The places I’ll go

Evelyn Alt, Copy Editing Manager September 12, 2025

I am sitting criss-cross applesauce on a coarse, well-worn rug in a kindergarten classroom. I can see the sun filtering through the window into my teacher’s hair as she reads poems to us. Oh, the...

Driving gives me a sense freedom from my ever-prevalent need to keep moving that I have never experienced before.

The view from my rearview mirror

Evelyn Alt, Copy Editing Manager December 12, 2024

I get restless when I sit still for too long. I used to get yelled at for it. My teachers would tell me to stop clicking my pen, stop swinging my feet in my squeaky chair, and stop braiding my friend's...

TCT's The Countless Thanks 2024: Evelyn Alt

TCT’s The Countless Thanks 2024: Evelyn Alt

Evelyn Alt, Copy Editing Manager November 28, 2024

To Mama - My Costco buddy Thank you for being the funniest, warmest, most spectacular mom anyone could ever ask for. You’re my hero and my biggest inspiration; I’ve never looked up to anyone the...

The stars themselves might be gone, but their light continues to be studied.

The light of ghosts and their unseen companions

Evelyn Alt, Copy Editing Manager November 6, 2024

The night is littered with ghosts. The day is too, I guess, but sunlight shrouds them with her smile. I don’t like science, but I like the sky.  There’s something romantic about it all, isn’t...

The apple tree waits, and in it she sits, above it all.

She is found at the top of an apple tree

Evelyn Alt, Copy Editing Manager October 16, 2024

Everything, now, is about you. Maybe it always has been, but you’re haunting me closely today. Your breath is warm; it spills down between the lines around my eyes and mouth as I whirl to find...

A final picture of Addie Woltil, me, and Ella Peirce on our last day in room 139.

A letter to: sophomore year (part two)

Evelyn Alt, Copy Editor June 5, 2024

Nine months ago, I was afraid of you. That feeling seems silly now, but I remember it all the same. I was afraid of nine months spent withering away under the blurry, grey gaze of another year’s boredom....

Through time and space, universes and eternities, I love you.

A letter to: Orpheus

Evelyn Alt, Copy Editor May 22, 2024

I already know how this story ends. Again, I am tumbling through the dark abyss of nothingness behind you. Again, I watch as your shoulders tighten in doom. Again, all I know is that I love you. We...

The earth is flying through timeless, infinite space, and we travel in our cave through all of it.

A letter to: Eurydice

Evelyn Alt, Copy Editor May 14, 2024

You already know how this story ends. Again, I am stumbling through this cave ahead of you. Again, we are doomed. Again, all I know is that I love you. We won’t make it out; we never do. When our...

The eclipse through a telescope on the day I wrote this column.

A letter to: the girl in the mirror behind me

Evelyn Alt, Copy Editor April 15, 2024

I am standing in a room of mirrors. One before me, one behind. All I can see is me. But the mirrors are perfectly centered, perfectly positioned across from each other, and time stretches long between...

It's been four years since that day in March, 2020.

A letter to: 13 Mar. 2020

Evelyn Alt, Copy Editor March 15, 2024

I’ve decided to blame you for the warped time machine I find myself flailing through. It’s been four years, and I guess I decided that you’re at fault for the way they have passed like water slipping...

A French edition of the novel "The Stranger" by Albert Camus.

A letter to: the gentle absurd

Evelyn Alt, Copy Editor March 14, 2024

“I looked up at the mass of signs and stars in the night sky and laid myself open for the first time to the benign indifference of the world” (Camus 122-123). This quote is from the book I finished...

The Google doodle for leap day.

A letter to: leap day

Evelyn Alt, Copy Editor February 29, 2024

This is only the fourth time I’ve met you; this is only the fourth time that I’ve gotten to sit and write your name on my paper. I’ll get to spend the day with you about 16 more times in my life,...

I hope that someday I exist as the soft light of glowing water.

A letter to: my future lives

Evelyn Alt, Copy Editor January 18, 2024

You’ve been on my mind a lot recently, though I haven’t the slightest idea why. Maybe it’s the books I’ve been reading or the music I’ve been listening to.  Either way, I keep finding...

The snow, once saddening, is now spectacular.

A letter to: my woeful words

Evelyn Alt, Copy Editor January 11, 2024

Dear, woeful words, I have grown rather tired of you, I’m afraid. I don’t mean to be rude; I promise it’s nothing personal. It’s just that I have this tendency to let my festering disinterest...

I miss the version of myself that exists in the summertime.

A letter to: December, again

Evelyn Alt, Copy Editor December 6, 2023

It’s December, again. I’m fighting against the urge to write a column about the unnatural passage of time, again.  Everything is happening all over again, and I don’t know how to stop it. My...

TCT's The Countless Thanks 2023: Evelyn Alt

TCT’s The Countless Thanks 2023: Evelyn Alt

Evelyn Alt, Copy Editor November 22, 2023

Ella Peirce Last year, I said that I couldn’t survive the class without you, and nothing has changed since. Since I wrote that, we’ve started copy editing, become staff writers, and started a podcast....

I'm afraid that I'm going to be missing you for the rest of my life.

A letter to my sister

Evelyn Alt, Copy Editor November 15, 2023

Millie, I can’t sleep with my window closed, and you can’t sleep with shoes on your floor.  You give everything in your room its own place, and I let all my belongings fling themselves wherever...

The view from my open window on a day in fall.

A letter to: lost sleep and my open window

Evelyn Alt, Copy Editor November 2, 2023

I can’t sleep with my window shut.  Even in the winter, even when I wake up with frozen hands and misty breath, I need to crack it open or I’ll be awake forever. I don’t know when it started,...

Nothing in the universe is new, we've all been here forever.

A letter to: everything old

Evelyn Alt, Copy Editor November 2, 2023

Nothing’s new. It’s a pretty well-known fact; a pretty standard thing to be taught in eighth-grade science. The law of conservation of mass.  It’s scientific, it’s practical, it makes...

I have always loved fall with my entire heart and soul, and it will stay this way for the rest of my life.

A letter to: fall

Evelyn Alt, Copy Editor October 4, 2023

Dear fall, I always say I can’t decide which season I love most, and then September hits, and you’re here, and I don’t have to wonder anymore. I indeed love every season. I love summer—year...

A class art project that I made back in first grade.

A letter to: old me

Evelyn Alt, Copy Editor September 19, 2023

Dear old me, I’m sorry. I’m sorry about all the things I didn’t do. I’m sorry about everything I didn’t accomplish. I hope you aren’t too mad at me. I hope regret is last on your list of...

Water has so much potential, but I feels like it is so rarely recognized for it.

A letter to: water and the number one

Evelyn Alt, Copy Editor September 4, 2023

To the most unremarkable things, Do you ever get tired of being the "justs" and "onlys" of the world? “Just water for me, please.” “No, I only want one, thank you.” “I spilled, but...

My most recent birthday when I still felt closer to five than 15.

A letter to: sophomore year

Evelyn Alt, Copy Editor August 28, 2023

Dear 10th Grade, I am afraid of you. I’m scared that you will be just like every other school year. I’m scared that you will last too long, and I’ll grow bored of you too quickly. I’m scared...

I am going to miss this class over the summer.

My words have finally become meaningful again

Evelyn Alt, Staff Writer June 1, 2023

Throughout the year, I have written a total of seventeen columns that were published in The Central Trend. All of them turned out to be different—and slightly worse most of the time—than I originally...

The poetry aisle of a bookstore in Chicago, filled to the bursting point with beautiful words.

My words remain unwritten

Evelyn Alt, Staff Writer June 1, 2023

I really, truly, do not know how to write anymore. Beautiful words escape me. Everything sounds too forced. I’m sure I’ve written that sentence before.  I read poem after poem, and I cry.  I...

A few of the times I didn't hate school as much as I think I do.

She still lives inside of me

Evelyn Alt, Staff Writer May 15, 2023

I used to be the girl who got up extra early on school days because I couldn’t wait to get on the bus, and although I spent over an hour getting yelled at to hurry up and get ready quicker, I wasn’t...

Me doing gymnastics (outside of the gym) last summer.

In summer, I can breathe again

Evelyn Alt, Staff Writer May 10, 2023

My summer begins the second my meet season is over.  It could be hailing and five degrees below zero outside, but if I’m in the gym, and I don’t have another upcoming meet to think about, I’ll...

The sky on a day when the sun was finally out.

The sun is returning, and I am healing

Evelyn Alt, Staff Writer May 9, 2023

Winter Sundays might be the most detestable part of my life.  Of course, that’s an exaggeration, but every single Sunday, from the end of December to the beginning of April, any positive feelings...

Film Fest Q&As 2023: Evan Lubben

Film Fest Q&As 2023: Evan Lubben

Evelyn Alt, Staff Writer May 4, 2023

Title: The Missing Piece Grade: Senior What is the premise of your film?  "Our film is to show the school what it means to have a big piece missing from the school forever. In our movie, two...

The photo that the "Rumor Has It" film group is using for their program.

Film Festival Q&As 2023: Madi Evans

Evelyn Alt, Staff Writer May 1, 2023

Film: Rumor Has It Grade: Junior What is the premise of your film?  Our film Rumor Has It, is sort of a play on Gossip Girl and Mean Girls along with a reality TV show twist. Our main character...

I was happy here, but I already can't remember when or why I took this photo.

Every drip in the bowl

Evelyn Alt, Staff Writer April 25, 2023

Time is the steady drip of water filling up a bowl. It’s slow and boring and frustrating, and you can’t stand how long it’s taking. But one day, you look down into the bowl, and it’s already filled...

The extreme results of the study done on colors of objects from the year 1800 until now.

We are living in a grayer world, literally

Evelyn Alt, Staff Writer April 17, 2023

For most of my childhood, whenever I thought about “the olden days” or pretty much any time preceding 1970, the color scheme in my head was entirely black, white, and gray. Black and white movies,...

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