Do I have to? We don’t always need to speak in our native languages. If you see me listening to music on my iPhone, 70 percent of the time I’m listening to an Indian song. Even while writing this,...

When I was a kid, I played every chance I got. I played with my dogs. I played with my dolls. I played with my friends.  And if you were anything like me (an average kid), then you probably did the same....

As a student in high school, it is easy to become stressed due to the increasing pressure surrounding grades and GPA and whether or not they meet the expectations set not only by society, but also by yourself. Recently,...

Sometimes feeling silly and adventurous, I pull out my phone and open Buzzfeed, a social media content provider that prides itself on featuring content that is “trending” online. Buzzfeed has formed...

At CHS, we are actually pretty blessed to be able to interact relatively well with special needs students. There’s Best Buddies, United Sound, Special Olympics, Unified Track, etc. We feel that we actually...

A team is only as good as its weakest player. In other words, a team cannot be great with only a few skilled players; only a team made entirely of talented athletes can be successful. This sports cliché...

ON FEB. 1, UNDER THE GAZE OF MILLIONS OF fans nationwide, Tom Brady and the New England Patriots were named the Super Bowl Champions, with Brady winning the Super Bowl MVP. However, it’s a result...

I AM MY OWN UNIQUE PERSON. As a millennial, I have grown up in a generation that embraces self-appreciation.  We teenagers and young adults have even been (oh so appropriately) dubbed the “Me Me...

Last Semester, a boy approached a lunch table my friend and I had occupied first and stared at us for a minute while his friends urged him on to “Tell it like it is” and then very rudely asked us if...

It was about an hour after news of  Paris attacks spread across the web. Oblivious to what was happening in the world as my phone had died awhile before, I was scrolling through my twitter timeline. A...

I will never forget stepping off the bus on Dec. 3, 2009, to find my mother waiting for me, her eyes sorrowful and her face tearstained. “Something bad has happened,” she said. My mind raced. Had...