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...
Lara Parikh, Science & Tech Editor
• November 19, 2024
Conspiracy theorists are visionaries. They manage to come up with the most sane-sounding insane ideas that touch the hearts of people all over the world. Now, that is talent. Here are my top five favorite...
This past volleyball season was so much more than just drills, practice, and games. It was a season filled with laughter, memories, and pure thrill. On the court, we developed a connection that enabled...
Lara Parikh, Science and Technology Section Editor
• November 12, 2024
Conspiracy theorists are visionaries. They manage to come up with the most sane-sounding insane ideas that touch the hearts of people all over the world. Now that is talent. Here are my top five...
Note: This is purely an opinion piece of Dhruv’s own personal views. The content in this article does not reflect the views or opinions of The Perennial or Pinewood School in any way. We welcome...
Autumn always greets me like a long-distance best friend. The temperature starts to drop, the clouds lower, and the leaves melt into scarlet and rust. Yet, there is something I love even more than...
I never joined journalism to write. I joined for the sweatshirt. In 8th grade when I was small, painfully anxious about interviewing upperclassmen and an overzealous comma user (still am today), I followed...
3 … 2 …1 … and the digits on the clock flattened out to the dreaded 0.0, signifying the end of the basketball season and more importantly, the final time I got to play alongside some of the best...
I’m in a loud, brightly lit In-N-Out, sitting uncomfortably in the very corner of the booth. I can feel a dull pain in the front of my head from having worn undersized goggles for the past three hours....
