Convocation has passed, and already I miss the sound of ritualized trauma as seniors physically detain fourth graders and serenade them with the melodious strains of Surgere. My three minutes of glory—under...
I’ve never considered baking a hobby, and I partially blame my sister. Growing up, we would argue in the kitchen, screaming at each other after she refused to let me stir or taste something. To scare...
Some highlights include:
“Girl Eats All the Brie at Spyglass Retreat, Feels Guilty” Arden R. ’25
“New Upper School Student Realizes 10PM Is Not, in Fact, Considered...
Recently, I stumbled across a video made by one of my favorite singers, Remi Wolf. It was a short documentary about how she made one of her hit songs, “Liz”. It appeared as a single, then as the third...
Last week, I found a collection of recipes in an old notebook given to my parents on their wedding day. My grandma told my mother about how she had collected them over the course of a few decades. While...
It is 11:53 p.m. on a Monday night, and I’m grinding out an annotated bibliography, building a playlist (themes include fruitcake and quails), and writing this article. It feels like I’ve been stuck...
The following excerpt of epic poetry was unearthed from the Lower School science garden on a series of broken stone tablets. Diligently pieced together and translated into English by real-life Westridge...
