By Joseph Mutagaya, Arts and Entertaiment Editor
• May 6, 2024
The summer after junior year was the hottest one I can remember.
Each and every day that month, the sun beat down mercilessly, turning Mama’s Ultraviolet flower bushes into depressed piles of dead...
The ‘masquerade’ as many a senior would recognize it, with mystery, flouted social norms, wild parties, and glamour began as the Venetian festival of the Carnivale. In medieval and Renaissance Venice,...
“Ruby Chavez.”
As the principal of my sister’s high school announced her name, applause flooded the auditorium. My parents, well in their 50s, slowly made their way across the stage: my mom in...
No chance.
That’s what I was thinking as soon as I turned in my application to St. John’s School (SJS), which is considered Houston’s premier private high school.
To begin with, I was an...
Safety and security are at risk in the Sahel region, which extends across the African landmass from the Atlantic Ocean to the Red Sea. A complicated web of issues and conflicts exists in this region. The...
By Audrey Piczak, Opinions Editor
• February 22, 2024
Wish me luck!
We all want to be the lucky one. I can’t count how many times I’ve wished it for myself, even more so for others. When I was younger and didn’t know any better, I would ask God for...
“Happy New Year,” I whispered to no one.
A dulled paint job and an empty house. Silence reared its deafening fangs in a manner that was all too harsh — it clamped down on the nightstand, then...
By Adelynn Rubio, Feature Editor
• February 19, 2024
Please God, please. Please don’t let my parents break up. I’ll never ask for anything ever again God, just this once.
I sat there crying, tears streaming down my face, meeting in the middle of my...
“Where are you from?”
I hate that question. How am I supposed to answer? Am I supposed to say the country I was born in or the one I’m currently living in? Or should I say any of the other countries...
How do you say goodbye to your childhood friend?
That’s what I asked myself standing outside my quiet home after 18 hours of traveling. The air was silent and devoid of the familiar barks I called...
My paper was drenched. I stared at the numbers, rows of multiplication stacked on top of each other. The symbols, and my vision, began to blur.
“Eric already knew how to do this when he was your...
