There comes a time every year when stores and games and rides bloom out of the ground, all encapsulated in a little bubble of fantasy and escapism. As summer turns to autumn and the leaves begin to fall...
Boom.
"Sesame Street" plays on the TV. I’m happily eating the aloo bhaji, roti, and eggs my dad made for me. The sofa is set to where I have my little nook, closed off from the rest of the couch....
I’m not sure how the calendar was made. I remember learning about the Egyptians in my sixth-grade world history class. In 1500 B.C., they measured time with sundials. Their years were not marked by gridded...
Shuffling, my hushed footsteps stifled by the white linen. Glorious sunlight to illuminate my sickly, veiled face. I bobbled towards him, savoring in my last few steps of freedom. 5 more steps. In each...
Just go away!
I stifle my sniffling as I hear two soft knocks on my bedroom door. I knew those knocks, they belonged to my dad, who had just ruthlessly relegated me to time out in my room for fighting...
There’s a kid crying, screaming really, on the ground and everything goes still.
“It hurts! It’s broken, I’m going to die!” He wails, his friends rush over and start to ask what’s wrong,...
By Nicki Anahita, Managing and News Editor
• December 13, 2022
“My parents were born in Iran.” A sentence I say with little weight constantly. I don’t have time to explain what that really means. To explain everything the simple statement keeps hidden.
“Yes,...
By Ava Lim, Co-Editor in Chief
• December 13, 2022
I’ve been fortunate enough to have all four of my grandparents every Christmas. I just wish my GongGong hadn’t been there for the last one.
It felt as if the phone was ringing slower and slower...
By Sasha Cabral, Entertainment Editor
• December 13, 2022
It was Saturday morning. It was every summer Saturday morning. It's always muggy and scorching hot, but just not as hot as it will be later on in the day. Our shirts stick to our bodies from the sheer...
I had my first therapy session at the beginning of 8th grade. I vividly remember walking into a house-like office, with my parents trailing behind. I sat down on a plump sofa, bouncing my legs and waiting...
TW: Discussion of suicide, homophobia, eating disorders, human trafficking, abuse, and death
I click through the new list of titles, each plot bringing a fresh drop of nausea to the horror rolling in...
October 19th, 2017
Dear diary,
I went to my first therapy session today. My therapist, C, is very nice. She has quite a deep voice, and I caught a hint of cigarette smoke as I was leaving her...
