Some people explore for experiences. Excitement. The fast paced stride through bustling cities with buses, trains and planes. But I often prefer a quieter, more scenic approach. My excitement comes...

“So your whole family speaks Telugu, but you don’t speak it?” This, in some form, is what people say when I tell them I do not speak the language my family speaks: Telugu. “Then why don’t...

In the halls of Coppell High School, talk of driver licenses is as common as homework and weekend plans. As a senior, I have been asked countless times when I am getting my license. But too often, these...

To me, the gym beckons thoughts of heavy weight. Plates stacked side by side. Rattling. Clinking. Squeaking. In this orchestra of iron, there is a type of plate making these feats possible. It is...

“Who’s gonna be last on the brakes? Leclerc has that inside line, Perez goes off the track and cuts the chicane, off goes Leclerc – Through goes Hamilton!” I think that specific commentary from...

It was a normal evening, my mom had called me down to eat dinner. Usually, I would race my brother down to the dinner table, whoever came last would have to set the table.  But I noticed something...

During summer before my sophomore year, I was at a crossroads in my life, for more reasons than one. My world and place within it were changing and with everything feeling as if it was moving quickly before...

Some of my fondest memories come from libraries. I would excitedly roam the aisles, browsing through shelves and leafing through pages, carefully selecting books with colorful covers. I was intrigued...

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...

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...