For a little over a year, I have had a chimpanzee trapped in my mind. Finally, she is breaking free.
Sitting in my tenth grade chemistry class talking to my two tablemates about anything but chemistry,...
April 5, 2025 marked our first full marathon as a family, 26.2 miles. With barely any training, we still managed to cross the finish line and complete the race together. We were exhausted, limping...
There I was, standing in my khaki pants with my bright purple Gopher Glove on, ready to dominate varsity softball. Sure I only played for a season in Middle School, and we lost every game, and maybe I...
You can do this…you’ve done this jump so many times already.… I mutter to myself, shaking the chills off of my body. With that motivational note in my mind and my butt pads to save me, what could...
In third grade while lining up for a class photo, the photographer pulled aside me and my identical twin sister, Nina. After everyone was organized into neat rows, he put me on one end and Nina on another...
Let me make a few things clear right off the bat here. No, I did not play JV basketball just for the PE credit. Yes, I am skilled enough to play on varsity. No, it doesn’t feel weird to be the oldest...
Last year, it was a trip to the border. This year, it was a trek to Guatemala. Both well-intentioned, genuinely interesting Discovery Week trips for the Class of 2025. Both were quietly canceled by administration...
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Whether you think of the Paddington films as a relatable, educational kids’ series or an opportunity for an annoying CGI bear to lead the stage, one thing...
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In times of crisis and frustration, Westridge has historically rallied together to provide a space to mourn and take action. Most recently, when Kamala Harris lost the 2024 presidential election to Donald...
I first saw the fire at 6:22 p.m. from my back patio. By 7 p.m., I had evacuated to a friend’s house in South Pasadena. As the San Gabriel Mountains—the background of my life—blazed away, my family...