Outside, Los Angeles bathed itself in a warm honey light. The palm trees undulated gently above the Spanish-style homes of my neighborhood, as families began to stir and come to life. Their voices...

Out of breath, I walked into my first class after lunch. Sweat dripped down my face while I took my million-pound backpack off. Before I could sit down, my friend next to me shoved her phone into my face,...

In my five years at Westridge, I have completed my fair share of required reading and heard countless complaints about “school ruining a good book.” While I agree that literature is inherently subjective—and...

We’ve all heard Gracie Abrams’ song “Risk.” That song, which was in and out of my (and everyone else’s head) for the better part of last year, was co-written by Abrams and her childhood best...

Walking up the PAC staircase, a text message from an unknown number lit up my phone screen. I was about to delete the message and brush it off as spam when familiar words caught my eye, “The Inland Valley...

On Saturday, May 24, the four of us—Ella, Mirella, Tanvi, and Reed—spent our evening at Erewhon eating and drinking delectable, if admittedly overpriced, sundaes and smoothies. After pushing to the...

To be completely honest, I had zero interest in journalism prior to joining Spyglass. Well, in actuality, I had no idea what being a journalist entailed. I never thought I would relive the feeling...

It was Wednesday, November 24 in 2024. That day, I walked into Mudd, I stopped in my tracks. I was face to face with a peculiar art piece. It was a headshot of a girl with a slight smile, wearing what...

“Lights up!” calls Ms. Julia Davis, Theater Teacher and Dean of Student Voices, as my scene is on. In rehearsal for the middle school play, “Moriarty’s Daughters,” seventh and eighth grade students...

Discovery week critiques, a deep dive into Holocaust education, and a family’s love for hockey—all unique topics, all discussed in my Op-Eds. In my six years on Spyglass’ staff, I’ve written dozens...

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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,...