As a true apathetic toward nonfiction novels, memoirs have an unusual way of winning me over.  Each chapter, each new anecdote, recounts the ebbs and flows of an author’s life, touching every...

Place a tabla, saxophone, mridangam, piano, guitar, recorder and violin in a room full of musicians and you’ll end up with a septet - a seemingly arbitrary seven-instrument ensemble. Take out the...

My movie-watching spree started the first week of January. I secretly created a Letterboxd account to document my journey (which was apparently considered lame), writing a paragraph’s worth of a movie...

In IB English, we are learning how to write our Paper 2 essays. The premise is to ensure that we, as readers, understand how to properly analyze the content in our books. But this analysis part always...

I was 13 when I became a self-proclaimed pescatarian.  But I swear I’m not a meat hater. I often think back to the good old days, when I would eat the classic McDonald’s spicy McChicken on my way...

I live a life of irony.  I sit here and write, or rather type this letter, but I’ve always been apathetic towards writing. My words just don’t flow as eloquently as I would like.  I understand...

Touching the blazing hot window pane, I slumped down in my seat in dejection. After two days of driving, we had finally reached the dusty, flat state of Texas.  I wanted to continue fourth grade at...

Neatly organized in the left-hand corner of a storage closet in my home, there is a collection of photo albums. The newer albums that contain pictures of me are big, green and bulky while photos taken...

The pungent smell of dye wafts to my nose in the slightly humid, locked guest bathroom. Red color is deposited across my forehead, on my arms and the back of my neck.  I stretch my arms and neck out,...

The epitome of beauty can be described as Michelle Pfeiffer, specifically her character Elvira Hancock in the 1983 film Scarface. Her perfectly shaped eyes, slender cheekbones and sharp jawline immediately...

I sat up groggy in the back of the dark gray sedan and checked the time since we left home. My headphones felt slimy over my ears as Lady Gaga’s “Bad Romance” repeated itself for the fifth time.  I...

My favorite things are almost always endings: the last 30 pages of The Goldfinch, the outro of Phoebe Bridgers’ “Moon Song,” the reluctant closing scene of La La Land. I think it’s because of...