Hello! We’re Mirella and Ella, Westridge juniors, and for the past 12 days, we were drastically out of uniform. The Westridge uniform is clearly defined in the student handbook and consists of a white...
“Three, two, one!” I yell as I run to cannonball into the pool. I cannonball into the pool at every
y swim practice. It’s not just fun; I also want to avoid the slow, imminent...
Before this year, I would have considered myself aware of the struggling state of our environment; however, I would not say I was doing anything to counteract it, either. Instead of recycling a water bottle,...
On February 4th, four months after her rerelease of 1989 (Taylor’s Version), Taylor Swift announced her 2024 album The Tortured Poets Department (TTPD)—surprising listeners with yet another album to...
On Sunday, April 7, Caitlin Clark and the Iowa Hawks left it all on the court in Cleveland Ohio, falling to the undefeated and remarkable South Carolina Gamecocks, 87-75. This final, where Clark posted...
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...
Hello, my name is Carolina, and I am a junior. Growing up, I’ve had a very diverse and unique music taste thanks to my parents. They introduced me to everything under the sun, ranging from Motown and...
I am a huge fan of the original Mean Girls (2004) movie, so when I walked into the Universal Studios theaters with my big popcorn bucket, I was excited to watch the new Mean Girls (2024). Unfortunately,...
A couple weeks ago, as I procrastinated doing my homework by scrolling on X, I saw the unsettling news that the Los Angeles Times, a news source unmatched in their coverage of the Los Angeles happenings,...
As the daughter of two immigrants, I grew up hearing about the countless doors the United States opened for my family. Coming to America with practically nothing, my parents excelled in school, attended...
As I walked through the doors of RB40, the Spyglass newsroom was already abuzz with chatter. I was greeted by a cascade of inquiries written on the whiteboard in green expo-marker: Who? What? When? Where?...