I don’t like sports. Besides dabbling in swim for a few years in elementary school, athletics was never a passion I sought to pursue.  So, imagine my surprise when I saw my name printed right next...

In eighth grade, all I wanted was a byline. Not an award. Not a leadership title. Just to see my name in print — to write something that mattered enough to be published. Scrolling through the Sunny...

Freshman year starts in fall and feels like it too. We enter campus nervous, with a new backpack, maybe even a pair of new shoes and the air crisp with possibility.  We make friends and get used to...

It began as something to fear. The red pen came in many hands — teachers, peers, even family — each one tearing through my work with sharp, decisive strokes. A line through a phrase. A question...

I’m not someone who plans things out carefully.  I didn’t have some grand idea of joining a journalism program or becoming an editor one day. I just signed up for The Accolade because I liked writing...

I fixed my gaze upon Rory Gilmore, her perfect brown hair and lively doe eyes. The little similarities in her appearance, music taste and appreciation for food only made her resonate with me more. She...

My greatest talent is storytelling.  I believe in the power of narratives to not just inform but also to connect, and journalism sets the stage for this talent to flourish.  I used to think of...

They say words are a writer’s best friends. For me, they’ve always been more like frenemies. In second grade, while my classmates were mastering addition and subtraction, I sat outside the patio...

When I first interacted with English at the age of 5 back in Korea, the language was a puzzle. But as I carefully pieced together the alphabet and basic vocabulary, I was drawn to its openness. Unlike...

Two strikes. Three balls. Runners on first and third. I could see the sweat trickling down the sides of my brother’s face as he took a deep breath and began his wind up on the mound. Moms in the stands...

In 2019 on the first day of freshman year, I wrote an introductory letter to my English 1 Honors teacher in which I discussed my family background, core work habits and the goals I planned to adopt for...

“We want Richman Park!” “We want Richman Park!” “We want Richman Park!” Carrying a sign that towered over my little body, my five-year-old self sat on the shoulders of an unfamiliar...