My commute to school has never felt ordinary. I live in Pasadena, which is, on average, 30 minutes to the Upper School and even longer to the Middle School campus. I also didn’t drive junior year like...

I am in quite the predicament. As I sit in Weiler Hall writing this senior supplement on Saturday afternoon, multiple sirens roar past campus on nearby Coldwater Canyon Avenue. Red lights flash from fire...

At the impressionable age of 12, I stepped on the deck of Copses Family Pool for the very first time for my very first water polo practice at Harvard-Westlake. I vividly remember that day when I joined...

For both of us, our time in elementary school was defined not by tests or grades, but by recess. It didn’t matter whether it was football, basketball, kickball or soccer; we were with our best friends,...