We interviewed five teenagers before and after schoolies to compare their expectations with reality. Historically this has been a story of unchecked impulses and reckless behaviour. How things have changed.
Crystal runs away from home leaving her mother to fear for the worst. Augustine visits the doctor to discuss a potentially life-threatening surgery to fix a deformation in his face, but makes progress back at school dealing with his anger issues brought o…
Midway through high school, Chucky, the biggest bad ass I knew, invited me to join his punk band. I was super excited until I realized Chucky hated weed and his idea of punk rock was sitting on his couch watching reruns.
After college started, I lost contact with everyone from high school except for a couple of punks—at least until I ran into a cheerleader on the train, and she decided to apologize to me for bullying people throughout our teen years.
The year was 1989. My mom took me to the supermarket, and I walked past the video games and walked into the music aisle. There, I met a leather-clad alien with long, black hair, who would change my life. His name was Alice Cooper.
The other day, VICE received the following pitch: "My name is Kristina Podobed, I am a photographer from Odessa, Ukraine. My friends and I did a shoot about the Ukrainian school life. We will be very glad if you can use it in any way!"
If you're a white English speaker, you can get a job teaching private English classes in China. Many schools will hire you without any prior experience, teaching credentials, or a working visa. Sometimes you don't even need to apply for the job.
For this week's Mahal, I checked out the Summer Skateboarding Program at Mt. Ollie Baptists Church in Brownsville, Brooklyn. The program is a result of a collaboration between the Harold Hunter Foundation and Airwalk. Through the program, skateboarders te…
There are 270 million legal guns in the US. Regardless of where you stand on the issue of firearms laws, you might say that the situation presents a wicked problem—something that can't be objectively solved or even described.
This May I passed a trucking school on my bike and enrolled shortly after. For four weeks a small group of men and I watched instructional DVDs and took tests in a classroom Mondays through Thursdays from 5:30 to 10:45. Fridays we'd meet in a relatively e…