“Do you think it’s worth applying there?” my sibling Maddie asks, fork paused halfway to their mouth. Around me, dinner stops. My mom starts listing pros and cons. My dad mentions rankings, then...

Many Westridge humanities teachers, namely Upper School English teacher Mr. Edward Raines in 9th grade English I, will often preach to “write a lot about a little.” This tip is fairly self-explanatory,...

“You should try switching to Advanced Geometry. It’ll look better on your college apps,” my twin sister suggested while waving her chopsticks at me. “No!” I spat back and shoveled a spoonful...

I can’t wait to get far, far away from here. I hate this place. All of it. Get me to New England already. Or so I wrote in my journal on March 28, 2024. I don’t journal that often. I’m usually...

Hey, there! We’re Giuseppe and Ilena, soon-to-be graduates from Sequoyah and Westridge, respectively. When we share our college plans, we’re often met with raised eyebrows and skeptical questions....

I remember my first day at Westridge. It was Convocation, and I wore the requisite polo and annoyingly thick white skirt. After having already spent two years at another college-prep, all-girls school...

I remember my first day at Westridge. It was Convocation, and I wore the requisite polo and annoyingly thick white skirt. After having already spent two years at another college-prep, all-girls school...

My fingers hover over the keys of the piano as I outline the lines of music in my head: extended chord, rest, hold. I take a breath and begin playing. As my fingers move swiftly across the keyboard, my...

There I was Monday morning in the car watching the clock tick from 7:54 to 7:55. I was late. I hate being late, and I usually never am. But as I rushed to put my backpack down, I overheard a couple of...

It’s the season of reflection and hope towards the future, and I’m not just talking about the holidays. For seniors, it’s another kind of reflection and hope—one associated with college applications....

Usually on my way to classes, my friends and I engage in the usual conversation: ranting about the newest teacher drama or stressing over homework and projects. But, the later I go into my high school...

Like everyone else, I am so sick of talking about the Coronavirus. This pandemic truly feels endless. And being a senior in high school on top of everything makes the future feel all the more insecure....