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BY CLARISSA CHUA It’s summer. I’d love to be at the beach, a popsicle in hand. Between my toes is the sand and the sound of waves crashing onto the shore is my music. I would trade to be in a cooler place where the heat...

BY PETERSEN VARGAS This is a story about my first love. But before I tell you about my first love, let me tell you what my name is first. My name is Hil Petersen Vargas, and I was called Petersen for the first half of my life,...

BY RACHEL i am thirteen and i look at pornography and i think, is that it? is that the grand event, the grand design spoken of in furtive whispers and secret asides, as if it’s some majestic cathedral of sweat-slick intimacy with a choir of grunts and...

BY ALLANA LUTA The sun was high up in the sky, signaling the time for a siesta. But students who were in Mr. Ning’s class could only dream of laying their heads on a comfortable pillow. Instead, they had to settle for their desks. Mr. Ning rambled...