How does one begin to sum up the most pivotal four years of their young life? Well, I do not know, but I certainly will try. I used to think my high school experience was defined by three people. Well,...

I don’t think you quite understand the workings of this program. Yes, you, dear reader, do not see the sheer amount of journalism occurring at this very moment in time at Coppell High School. I can...

The strangest part about leaving is not the act itself — it is realizing the moment I say goodbye will never feel final enough. We spend four years chasing the next milestone, barely pausing between...

There is a reason that I have never written a personal column during my time on The Sidekick. Although editorial page editor Nyah Rama has often nudged me to write one, I have never felt particularly...

For 18 years, I have been a resident of Coppell, Texas. Growing up, all I have ever wanted to do was get out.  It is not that I hated it — I just did not see the magic in it. I did not understand...

At the ripe old age of 8 years old, I had conquered all fear. I went indoor skydiving, hurling myself into a tunnel of wind without a care for gravity. I signed up to sing in talent shows despite being...

For as long as I can remember, I have been captivated by stories. Storytelling, to me, is an underappreciated art - it serves to connect us to one another, to allow us to understand ourselves and the world...

It is no secret that I am an uncanny person.  I meow in class, lead chaotic chants and admit to things I shouldn’t, like my unhealthy habit of doom-scrolling on TikTok on the weekends. But truthfully,...

In seventh grade, I thought about joining athletics. Not because I liked the idea of playing a sport, nor voluntarily sprinting at 7 a.m. For those reasons, I never ended up joining. Looking back, I...

The sole catalyst for my entrance into The Sidekick was a broken ankle. Of course, 10,000 other things were leading up to this decision, starting with my fear of change. Change has always been especially...

Each year, the final bell rings to initiate freedom, discovery and sunshine adventure, a season of customary liberty. But now, for many students, the excitement of summer has been taken away, not from...

For two years, I stood outside D115, watching students gather behind huge desktops, editing photos, writing stories and holding cameras to check out. “Wait until senior year,” I told myself as I lingered...