I’m done saying sorry. I mean if I break your leg, ruin your painting, or take the last burrito from the commons—sure, I’ll apologize. But what I’m talking about is the repeated and unnecessary...
Recently in AP Computer Science Principles, my teacher instructed the class to use ChatGPT to generate a script for an informational video regarding the history of the internet. The newly-launched AI program...
True confession: pretty much the only reason I play multiple sports at Westridge is to get the P.E. credit, and I know I’m not alone.
This past fall, for two hours every afternoon, I embarrassed myself...
In my time at Westridge, I’ve grown to resent no event more than the week dedicated to loving one’s body. During past “Love Your Body” weeks, seemingly harmless small pink posters covered in messages...
I have been playing sports for as long as I can remember. So long that I can’t recall a single weekend from the ages of six to thirteen where I wasn’t hustling to a soccer game or a swim meet. Whether...
Lana Del Rey, alternative pop phenomenon, returns to the spotlight with her ninth studio album, Did you know that there’s a tunnel under Ocean Blvd (DYKTTATUOB), announced last December with the drop...
When was the last time you heard a student openly support or assert a conservative position on campus? More often than not, you’re likely to hear a criticism of Trump or of the Supreme Court. That in...
Help! Every time I eat a breakfast burrito from the Commons, I find myself crying in the bathroom with explosive diarrhea. You might say to try a muffin or a yogurt parfait, but the truth is, I have an...
It’s play day in sixth grade, and I’m sitting alone in the back corner of my cluttered classroom with my favorite American Girl doll, Gabi. She’s sitting at her little desk as I teach her the basics...
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 raining, it’s pouring, and who is this nine-year-old Girl Scout outside selling cookies!? Yep, that would be me, the overly energetic girl standing outside a Ralphs grocery store begging you to...
