Last few yards

By Brie Roche Lilliot, Staff Writer
One month left, and the race begins. It is no longer the marathon we had all been running, but a sprint. Whoever makes it to the finish fastest, and in one piece, wins.
It’s a competition. And the prize? Two months of carefree, peaceful bliss. Free of competitors and running, until [...]

Fleeting

The piano isn’t covered with dust,
But the fingers are.
The words are uttered from the lips,
But cross not through the ears.
Plead insanity, promise good behavior.
But don’t apologize–never.
Can’t remember the image,
So you invent them until you believe.

Do you still recall the scent of his hair?
Or the taste of her lips?
I thought so.
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Baron Boombox: Reverie – The Morning Of

By Alex Chiang, Staff writer
Typically I’m not a huge fan of bands with two lead singers. I find without the single-mindedness of one singer, the overall tone of the song clashes with itself. The Morning Of is the perfect exception. Never before have I heard such a flawless synthesis of two distinct voices, male and [...]

The Airbus A380

By Hassan Rassmy, Staff writer
Air Travel. It links continents. It enables people to roam, from country, to perhaps, country. The commercial airline industry has been running for decades. And with the arrival of the Boeing 747, in 1970, airlines were able to accommodate far more than predecessor aircraft.
The Boeing 747 has probably been one of [...]

I swam to Catalina

It didn’t take long.
The tides can silently, lapping gently around my body as I shifted my head left, right, left to take in a gulp of air every few seconds. Pretty soon, by natural current, I was brought upon Catalina.

Shaking my head to remove the excess water, I walked onto the shore feeling pretty [...]

Don’t pray when it rains if you don’t pray when the sun shines.

By Victoria Yee, Editor-in-Chief
The wind blows through my dark hair,
As I step into the cold.
Colors red, pink, purple, and blue,
Streak the sky like a soft painting.
Orange scent in the air,
Sugar, sweet, on my tongue.
Flowers and leaves dancing to wind,
Birds heading home after their day.
And I stand here.
Wind in my hair. [...]