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,...

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...

“Bro, stop speaking Indian!” My friend Akul says this to me as a joke whenever I speak my mother tongue, Telugu. I have never really learned the language until recently and started to appreciate...

Hot and sunny, cicadas chirped on the walk home from my bus stop on the first day of school. Ever since the start of the 2024-25 school year, uncertainty hung over the hallways of all CISD buildings. A...

My journey through The Sidekick was slightly atypical. You see, I decided to take a gap year from the program during my junior year. Rejoining the program for my senior year was one of my best decisions...

This is not journalism. Technically, it is. This column will be published on a news site and undergo an editing process, but to me, this is not journalism. As a senior and a first-year staffer, I joined...

Freshman year, I was playing basketball; looking back, that’s where I saw my future at least within high school.  Playing in the arena my senior year, wearing a letterman jacket with patches down...

The door is right there. I could just walk out and never come back to school. Nothing is stopping me, right?  Wrong. Compulsory education laws exist in the United States, varying slightly from state...

In my native language, Tamil, “amma” means mother. However, I do not recall ever calling my mother amma because someone else already had that name in my eyes.  Ever since I was little, I have called...