It was 5:21 pm on a mundane Monday night. I sat down and pulled up my French homework: Speakology: pratiquez le dialogue avec l’IA . What followed was one of the least productive ‘conversations’ of my life, during which I half-intentionally claimed to have experienced homelessness, got asked what I personally was doing to stop coastal erosion in Côte-Aignan (a city I’ve never heard of), and was told that my two-word response  “Je pense” (I think) was a great idea on learning

In the fall, Bush was just a few months away from losing the Girls’ Basketball program, with only six players able and committed to the team. So when Seniors Edom Alemayehu and Ligaya Santos went up to their English teacher and Head Coach Bea Chang to express their interest in joining, it represented more than just two additional players.  There was one problem: both Edom and Ligaya were planning to go on a travel Cascade. In the past, Bush students participating in travel Ca

Smell that in the air? It’s the smell of despair. Where could it be? In my heart, you see! This is because I myself despise March, for no particular reason, of course. It’s great if you have a birthday in March—if so, congrats—but for me it’s the depressing mid-point between the delight of winter and the beauty of spring. The one thing that keeps me kicking through these trying times is the delight that is forsythia. They are one of the first flowers to bloom in late winter a

We’ve all seen it, and we’ve all thought it. The two-sentence summary of nearly every popular TV show is painfully inaccurate. The carefully crafted blurb represents the producer’s pipe dream of what the show could have been, and what the audience wishes it were. It’s time to rewrite these delusional descriptions to reflect the naked truth. WARNING: I only watch TV when I’m sick, lonely, or running on fumes at 2:00 am, so you’ll have to make do with the hours of C-tier crap I