As a new ninth grader who came to the school without the friendships and memories usually forged in seventh and eighth grade, I’ve always perceived the upper school campus as a place to make up for lost...

When students departed for what we expected to be a two-week quarantine, I was a sophomore who had yet to experience a full year at the Upper School. I hadn’t started behind-the-wheel driving lessons,...

For the duration of my time as a Wolverine, the opinion section has been my home. I’ve taken refuge in its presentation of unabashed student perspectives and found solace in its inky pages filled with...

Dear College Freshman Saba, Today, I applied to work at my summer job for the last time. I expect several more lasts this year–my last night at home, my last stroll through the Quad–but this last...

Louis, Megan, Lauren, Gordon, Phoebe*. A name and a star, the Chronicle’s method of citing anonymous quotes, can elicit powerful reactions within the school community. When a source who criticizes the...

Competition will inevitably thrive between actors auditioning for the same lead role in the school play, baseball players turning as many double plays as they can to make the Varsity team and yearbook...

Students should remain civil rather than cutthroat following the release of semester grades. Harvard-Westlake is a community that thrives thanks to its academically rigorous environment. After all, our...

One year ago I was your average sport-hater. I had never watched a full football game other than the Super Bowl. I regularly declined invites to basketball and baseball games. I had never made a...

They say French is the language of love. Something about Casablanca, the Eiffel Tower and baguettes just ooze romance. I never understood the connection that so many wax poetic about. That was, of course,...

I am a hypocrite. I try to remain firm as I explain to the blubbering child how he has broken camp rules, but I can’t help feeling a twinge of sympathy and even a little guilt. Though the boy has clearly...