Is it totally wrong to just absolutely love staring at people from a distance with complete fascination with their lives? OK, it sounds pretty creepy. But I can’t be alone in taking such joy out of simple people watching.
Chocolates and teddy bears and flowers, oh my!
Valentine’s Day is right around the corner, whether you like it or not. Gals, get prepared to watch sappy love movies all night with a gallon of chocolate ice cream by your side, desperately waiting for “the one” to spare you one text or phone call. Guys, unfortunately, you have much higher expectations. Winning your girlfriend’s or crush’s heart requires you to provide her with all of the necessary materialistic items, like jewelry, chocolates (not the kind with fruit inside) and flowers.
“You know, back when I went to Saratoga...”, “During my childhood here...”, “I never had to deal with...”. These are all the typical conversation starters for each time I get told about how high school was so different back in the ‘70s. And I don’t just get this from one parent, I get it from both. Yep, that’s right. Both of my parents went to Saratoga High for high school.
January 31. For many students, this is just a regular dreadful Monday morning, but for me, it is the beginning of baseball season.
I had felt very avant garde the day I e-mailed Banksy, the graffiti artist who became an underground cult figure through his work in major metropoli and politically controversial areas. Droves of errant teenagers treat his anarchist graffitis more like shrines of congregation than vandalized walls.
My brother is a freshman in high school this year. Chances are, however, that you haven't seen him wandering around campus.
Though my brother went to Redwood Middle School, he now attends Los Gatos High School. This strikes a number of people as odd. Why have two siblings attend two different schools?
After graduating from Saratoga High in 2008, my older brother Marvin went on to become a student at Stanford University. I have constantly dreamed of boasting admittance to Stanford, but my brother’s accomplishments are difficult to match.
The Christmas tree—a pagan tradition ingrained in a Christian holiday. Perhaps it is a sign of the commercialization of Christmas along with Santa Claus and Frosty the Snowman. However, a Christmas tree is a sacred holiday tradition that should not be taken lightly.
As I surround myself with the various college applications, one question seems to appear on every one.
Who inspires you the most?
My first thought is Batman, with that catchy jingle and amazing batmobile. However, upon further contemplation I have reached my final conclusion, my mom.
Before you call me out on how cliché my response is, take a moment to see why exactly my mom can be credited with such an honor.
Starbucks. It’s my best friend. A visit to Starbucks changes my day from average to spectacular for two reasons: the steaming, sweet chai tea latte I order every time I visit and the vast majority of names I can pick from when the person at the register asks for my name.