Lacrosse accomplishments: Considered among the best defenders in South Jersey, Rollins is a four-year varsity player and was a first-team all-conference selection last season.
Lacrosse history: He has played the sport for nearly nine years, and actually got his start by attending a high school girls' lacrosse clinic.
"It was me and a bunch of girls running around, and I liked it," he said. "That is my earliest lacrosse memory."
Future: He will attend Oberlin College in Ohio, and will play lacrosse for the Division III program. A member of the National Honor Society, Rollins plans a dual major in creative writing and cinema.
"They have a growing cinema studies program and a strong creative writing program," Rollins said. "And I liked the coach and the lacrosse team."
Did you know? Rollins has written a one-act play called All the World's a Stage Dive. He will be staging it in June during Mainland's one-act festival.
"It's an off-the-wall comedy," he said. "I'm doing everything - writing, directing, and acting in it."
About Mainland's team: "Lacrosse is relatively new here, and we have a lot of people who are excited and work so hard to improve," he said. "They all get into it, and it's pretty neat."
The final word: "I love the quickness and amount of intelligence it takes to be really good at lacrosse," he said. "For lacrosse, you have to be a student of the game and know how the game works to be an effective player."
- Marc Narducci
Some may say that we didn’t do it quite right. Some may say that a MacBook Pro is no substitute for a Hagaddah, or that you can’t really google the Four Questions. But we did. Forgive us this impropriety. Jews are resilient people. We make do with what we have.
On our Seder Plate there was parsley and a not-quite-hard boiled egg and a shank bone that never made it out of the Saran Wrap. The charoset was almost as good as Mom’s even though the maror never made it out of the fridge. This year someone put an orange on the plate, which I was told stands for the struggle of women rabbis. I don’t know. That part’s new to me. I had to look it up on Wikipedia.
So Elijah came and went and we never caught that stealthy bastard. Someone hid the afikomen but we forgot to look for it. That was always my favorite part, because whoever found it in my family would get a five-dollar bill (ten if we were doing well that year) from my Dad, who would roll it up all crisp and nice and slip it into our palms like it was some sort of sacred transaction. Your crumbly matzah for my money.
But enough. It is time to go. It is sunny and I can see the ocean and there is a bird outside my window that’s whistling the X-Files theme song and it is definitely time to go. - Theo Anthony Class of 2012
