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...
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...
The Backstory is a column celebrating fun and forgotten history!
Remember like a month ago, when the military shot down a bunch of UFOs? Yeah, that was pretty weird.
It started with...
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...
When my beloved Phoebe Bridgers turned 28 last August, I breathed a big sigh of relief: by surviving the year, she had avoided joining the dreaded "27 Club." The 27 Club curse has afflicted rock stars...
On Christmas Eve, my family and I sat in our small hotel room in the middle of Coachella Valley, scrolling through Netflix for things to watch. We settled on Glass Onion: A Knives’ Out Adventure. My...
