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My favorite way to celebrate the holiday season and relieve post-semester stress is by smashing a pig with a hammer.
But the pig...
It’s a Sunday afternoon, and I wander into my house attempting to escape the September heat as my eye wanders to the TV screen. The first video shot of Taylor Swift cheering on her new boyfriend, Kansas...
Welcome to your guide to watching the new Taylor Swift movie, Taylor Swift: The Eras Tour in theaters.
For those who don’t know, Taylor Swift has been touring all across America, performing...
“Motion,” yells the quarterback behind me. I catapult a football between my legs and take off on a straight route ahead. The quarterback locks eyes with me, slings her arm back, and hurls a football...
On Monday, November 6, my Human Development class began our 70-minute session as usual—venting about recent stress and frustrations. Normally, we would talk about upcoming tests and quizzes and how tired...
*Content warning: Discussion of depression
Two years ago, I found myself looking around an empty bedroom. Four walls. No windows. How ironic, I thought, that a house in California would block out all...
Westridge students love to debate and argue, but there’s one thing we can agree on: how much we all enjoy the Commons’ breakfast burrito.
What’s not to love? The creamy scrambled eggs, the crispy...
I am wrestling with NIMBYism in reverse: Erewhon, the astronomically-expensive, specialty grocery store and darling of influencer culture, has opened in Pasadena, and I’m not happy about it. $22 celebrity-endorsed...
This article is a follow-up to the article titled “How Does Westridge’s Culture of Competition and Achievement Impact Eating Disorders?” by Katie S. ’23.
It’s 3:10 p.m., and the...
Hello, my name is Carolina, and I am a junior. Growing up, I have had a very diverse and unique music taste thanks to my parents. They have introduced me to everything under the sun, ranging from Motown...
This summer, I spent approximately 53 hours traveling on planes, buses, and trains, leaving me with plenty of time for reflection. When I wasn’t sleeping, watching the final season of Never Have I Ever,...
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...
