Quinn Nickell, Tri-Editor in Chief
• February 7, 2022
As I sit down to write this, I find myself wondering where the time has gone. Life seems to go by faster and faster, increasing with each passing day. People tell you to soak this time up, and make the...
As I begin my walk down the side of the road, I see old leaves on the grass, stuck there unable to move around without the precious wind. I can feel the concrete surface under my shoes -- and shots of...
Walking through the mall, I decided to do something I -- and many of us -- don't seem to do nowadays: take time to look around.
We walk past, but we do not internalize the beautiful and intriguing moments....
In search of memories, I was instantly met with the icy chill of winter attacking my nose and ears. I zipped up my coat, marched towards the cold, and headed for tiered rows of bleachers. They were turned...
As I pull into the parking spot, dreading having to surrender the warmth of the car, I prepare to face this cold, rainy Thanksgiving morning.
Joggers are running alongside me, preparing for the 5K many...
The front door isn’t even shut behind me before the winter breeze pushes back my jacket, and the wind howls in my face. Leaving the warmth of my home and voyaging into a cold, pitch-black night, I begin...
So much happening in the blink of an eye, you’re certain to miss most of it. A couple walking left, two friends walking right, a family of four strolling right behind. This may come off as a recipe for...
As I stray from the warmth and comfort of my car, out of the parking lot and onto the walking trail, the air hits me. There’s nothing like a November evening to chill you to the bone. I walk past a team...
My car door opens, meeting the sharp, crisp January wind biting at every opening in my jacket. The ice beneath my feet is thin, but I know I am going somewhere with thicker ice.
There is something...
It was about 15 minutes past three in the afternoon. I and two others were working on a broken television set.
As members of Mr. CM's Electronics Club, we were disassembling a TV to fix a lighting...
Peter Nguyen, Contributing Columnist
• May 21, 2021
The alarm rang, and the clock said 8 a.m. If it were a school day, I would’ve gone right back to sleep.
Instead, I jumped out of bed because today wasn’t like any other day. It was a Wednesday....
Our senior class is one like no other. We will forever be known as the “COVID” Class of 2021, who spent our entire last year dealing with a pandemic. We didn’t see our alphabetically opposite classmates...
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