Chainsaws, spying on private databases, and lying on the internet. That’s truly what makes me proud to be an American. The ultra-efficient, money-saving angels at the brand-new Department of Government...
The sacred last 10 minutes of every class — the time I dedicate to the sole purpose of soaking in the wondrous phenomenon of equality. The tall athletes who usually tower over me hunch over their papers,...
The escape of a ball python, a Madagascar hissing cockroach, and a three-toed box turtle from the science classrooms is causing widespread concern throughout Pinewood Upper Campus. On March 24 at 8 a.m.,...
Pinewood, do you remember me, your humble vending machine?
I must confess: I brought this upon myself. I left the school I’d served for years in search of an illusion of the greater future I thought...
The left-handed minority has always complained about how their quirk has inconvenienced them in daily life. Whether it’s scissors, musical instruments, can openers, or computer mice, they always have...
To My Freshman Self,
Aug. 16, 2021. 1,361 days ago. Your first day of high school.
Mom drove you through the clanky black gates. As you got out of the car, she said the same, “Have a good first...
“Notify anyway” are the words printed on the screen in front of me. A slight grin appears on my face before I passionately smash that button.
“Did you just ‘notify anyway’ me?” I immediately...
To paraphrase Dr. Seuss: oh, the places a senior whose mind is rapidly unraveling from the all-consuming stress of finishing his college apps will go. My freshly ravaged mind, as may constitute no surprise...
Just this past week, out of boredom and, truthfully, to avoid studying for a calculus exam, I started mindlessly scrolling through the 11,544 photos in my camera roll. In doing so, I discovered not only...
In small group discussions, it’s become second nature to incorporate throwaway phrases to my responses, such as “But I don’t know,” “I could be wrong,” and “What do you think?” These are...
9,000 words. 33 essays. 19 schools.
As many of you may know, the senior class finally wrapped up the insidious ghost that has haunted our minds for the past six months: college applications. We survived...
11 a.m. Sunday morning. Menlo Park, California. Shoes squeaking, balls bouncing, nets swishing. Everything feels familiar, from the gym to the school to the game being played in front of our eyes. Upon...
