Perched at my desk, I was ready. I stared intently at a brightly color-coded spreadsheet, prepared to solve the world’s most difficult logic puzzle: my skincare routine. The rules of the game raced in...
There’s a children’s book that starts like this: Goodnight room, goodnight moon, goodnight cow jumping over the moon. For Cupertino kids, however, perhaps our bedtime stories should read more like...
“My dad said to stay away from you since you might give me Coronavirus,” my classmate laughed, and so did I, failing to realize the implications of the comment. I shrugged, a vague discomfort settling...
I’m going to be blunt here: I love Trader Joe’s. From strolling along the aisles searching for coconut aminos or receiving amused chuckles from workers as my friends and I conducted part two of our...
It was Chinese New Year, and steaming plates of spring rolls, dumplings, braised fish and oranges were spread across the table. Each dish represented something special for the upcoming year, from fortune...
The release of the newest Star Wars movie, “The Rise of Skywalker,” was met with significant excitement and a social media frenzy. My friends could not wait to watch it in the theaters as soon as it...
They told me that this was the day I had been dreaming of since I was a child, but as I stepped into the airport, all I felt was a sense of dread. The air here had an impolite nip to it, and the palm trees...
Those clear-skinned girls with a tiny waist but wide hips, sporting crop tops and distressed jeans, showcasing an effortless smile bedazzled with teeth whiter than snow. That's who I wanted to be, but...
Fashion will produce 8 percent of the world’s greenhouse gas emissions by 2020. That’s 2.8 billion tons of carbon dioxide. This makes the fashion industry the world’s second-largest pollutant.
When...
Section 108, row 17, seat 2. Section 108, row 17, seat 2. This repeated in my head as heartwarming, familiar music rang in my ears. People walked past me. It was all a blur. As I entered the arena, my...
At the beginning of class, I always see a room full of faces, dully lit up by blue screens. Saying hello to my friends proves to be a challenge because their monotonous ritual of smirking at a post, double-tapping...
Class of 2021, I like you. You’ve got a lot of nice people. You’ve got a lot of my friends. You’ve got a lot of good spirit.
But do I like you enough to spend hours after school poring over decorations...
