Day: February 23, 2017

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In a World: a poem

By RACHELL CHON Staff Writer Imagine a world where you blink to clarify a picture, Or see and understand different perspectives, Instead of being blindsided by time. What if you breathed in order to purify the life around you, Supplying for the nature that surrounds you, Instead of inhaling for your own existence, And taking...

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First Seeing You: a poem

By RACHELL CHON Staff Writer If I walk through the streets, And see you there, Will I approach your undefined presence, Or hold my ground and move with care? If five minutes go by, And we have yet to say a word, Will I say the first syllable, Or just let silence be heard? Let’s...

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The Train: a poem

By RACHELL CHON Staff Writer I sit and sip On my blackened tea And watch the world go by in a whirl; I see trees sway in an invisible storm, As they blur in and out of focus; The trees are rushing- Like they’re running. Something lurks in between their leaves, Breathing down their bare...

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Cynical Cinderella: a poem

By RACHELL PAK Staff Writer The magic wears off At 12 o’clock AM, I don’t want to leave, But I’ll meet him in my dreams again. In the morning, he’ll forget it all, And to me it’ll be a cherished memory, But there’s no fairy godmother, No glass slipper to tell the story. He’s known...

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The Veteran Pt. 2: a poem

By PACIFIC ENG Staff Writer There was once a brave man who wanted to make his life worthwhile He had bright, bold blue eyes and a backbone of steel The man went off the war to serve his country He left his family and friends, but he knew it was for a better cause But...

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Stranded on an Island: a poem

By ANDREW NGUYEN Staff Writer I have what I need, but not what I yearn, But for stranded on an island, I could be worse, I mean the view’s bleak as gravy, but I have enough to eat, And the sand wreaks like pretty bad, but at least it’s a beach, And it’s not like...

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Lights: a poem

By RACHELL PAK Staff Writer The lamppost lights the way for the runaways, The lighthouse makes a path for the lost, Candles burn so you could stay up late, And traffic lights try to make you stop. Different lights for different times, The same source but not the same kinds.

UHS Dance Company Presents: From the Ashes
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UHS Dance Company Presents: From the Ashes

By IRENE PANIS Staff Writer As the lights dimmed and the cacophony of laughter and chatter from the audience faded into silence, different voices began echoing throughout the theater, one after another. “I wish I danced more,” one voice said. “I wish I got to say goodbye,” said another. “What’s going to happen to us?”...

Chaos erupts in response to Trump’s ban on immigration
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Chaos erupts in response to Trump’s ban on immigration

BY SAMAN SALAHUDDIN Staff Writer Just one week into his presidency, Trump signed an executive order that barred the entry of nearly all refugees for 120 days and that halted the entry of visa holders from seven Muslim-majority countries for 90 days. In response to the ban, chaos erupted in airports all across the country....