Los Angeles Lakers superstar LeBron James was traded to the Pinewood Panthers of Los Altos Hills in exchange for sophomores Josh Tian and Thomas Meehleib. The trade was announced by Lebron’s agency...

   Basketball players. They can come in all sorts of different builds. On one end of the spectrum, you have the unathletic, fundamentally sound, system-dependent players who make a name for themselves...

   Their repulsive zebra-striped uniforms. Their obnoxious, over the top body movements when making the most atrocious calls ever known to man. Their receding hairlines. They are, of course, referees:...

   The Pinewood swim team is NOT a cult.    It was just another Monday morning, but something felt a little odd. During my morning calculus class, junior Michael Bradley and senior Sean Su started...

   At 7:48 p.m. on Feb. 11, Pinewood math teacher Sara Dorset sat with her family, stunned at the disgrace that had just taken place. A lifelong San Francisco 49ers fan, she had just witnessed her favorite...

   I never expected to be in the center of the most watched court case in American history. Yet, somehow, my life changed, and it all started when I joined Pinewood’s Model United Nations.    As...

 As Lizzo once said, “All the rumors are true.” The three Wells at Pinewood are related. English teachers David Wells and Patricia Welze and Director of Communications Katy Wells are all connected...

   One hundred fifty gallons of water on the floor. Two fish dead. Teachers and students scrambling. Although this incident seemed like an unexpected disaster, it turns out it may not have been an accident...

Dear Students,    Enough is enough. Since the day we arrived on shelves, we have suffered abuse at your hands. You students who relentlessly torture us, the world’s best pencil: the Ticonderoga...

   Poof! With a sudden burst, flames erupted from the beaker, producing not only a gush of smoke but also consuming chemistry teacher Sarah Prestwood. Last Tuesday, the H Block Chemistry Honors class...

I love the wind whipping in my hair as I crank the tunes, screeching to a halt after tearing down Fremont Road at a brisk 3 mph and, of course, tooting my hand-held horn at drivers who are simply going...