The other day, I was taking a practice exam for AP English Language and Composition, and there was an essay called “Talking About Our Troubles” by Mark Rutherford that caught my attention. Instead...
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With my forehead pressed against the edge of my desk, I kept my eyes closed, annoyed by the thought of looking at my laptop again. There were three days left until my next deadline, and every single one...
For the past few months, news headlines have been all but promising. From dehumanizing bathroom controversies to racist threats at a child’s party, hate crimes have become a part of everyday life. But...
It’s February now, and for every time I hear a teacher bring up class recommendations, I see at least one of my peers break into a whole conversation about how they’re taking four AP classes next year....
Within social media culture, it has become customary to advertise a certain version of oneself in hopes of being perceived a certain way. This lack of authenticity has led to the creation of dual online...
Sun bright. Heads held high. Signs towered over me as I marched alongside thousands and mimicked the way others took their steps with purpose.
This past Saturday marginalized communities united for...
Recently, Hawaii’s Board of Land and Natural Resources was brought to court for violating constitutional rights after allowing the University of Hawaii to sublease land for the construction of a $1.4...
Leaning against my fist, I stared at the classroom in front of me–voices entering one ear and quickly exiting the other. Like most teenagers my age, I often find myself lost in thought, daydreaming away...
I can’t recall the last smart decision I’ve made, and I don’t know if that’s good or bad. My mind is an unorganized mess, but I refuse to knock common sense into myself.
Whether I spend my...
Using my spoon to play with the remaining grains of rice, I stared at my half-empty plate in defeat. With my stomach on the verge of exploding, I was left with two options: force myself to eat the rest...
Sprawled across my parents’ bed, I stared at the ceiling with vacant eyes and rampant thoughts that made my heart beat out of my chest. Scenarios played out in my head–each one feeding my paranoia.
My...
