Wildcat Tales

Reality check

Rachel Zhang, Staff Writer

May 14, 2014

I am planning on majoring in business. Although when I was very little, I dreamed of becoming an artist and a writer. Then I learned everything an ordinary girl is supposed to learn from k-12. My world exploded with new knowledge, but I gradually stopped picturing a dream job. Our career choices have...

Thursday night thrill

Haley Samsel, Featured Columnist

May 13, 2014

Every Thursday night, right after physics tutoring, I roll my windows down and pretend I’m someone else. I turn my fake indie pop music up until the song runs through my veins. The violent wind flips through the papers I’ve thrown into my backseat over the past six months, as if churning up the responsibilities...

Kingdom of procrastination

Kingdom of procrastination

Priyanka Hardikar, Online Editor

May 8, 2014

Self-sabotage. Something I fail to comprehend the purpose of. It just won’t add up in my head. Why would I intentionally hold myself back? And if unconsciously done, then I am even farther away from reaching the core of the problem. The problem that is procrastination – or what we, seniors, prefer...

Longer lunch periods needed

Longer lunch periods needed

Brandon Gallerson, Journalism 1 Writer

May 7, 2014

Since I arrived at Plano Senior, I have enjoyed switching from the normal 30 minute lunch to the extended 50 minute lunch. The great thing about the 50 minutes is that you don’t have to rush to eat your food, and you have a lot of time to socialize with friends or go to tutorials. If the school...

Victims gone unnoticed: Addressing college rape culture

Victims gone unnoticed: Addressing college rape culture

Torie Brannen, Staff Writer

April 30, 2014

Rape is difficult to talk about. The word itself induces a reflexive cringe. The topic is becoming so difficult to address, in fact, that some have decided to look the other way. As if pretending it never happened could erase the tragedy entirely. As if turning a blind eye to such a horrifically fr...

Slowly growing up

Fabiola Cedeno, Featured Columnist

April 18, 2014

The other day my dad asked me how I was dealing with the fact that I was “growing up.” I didn't know how to respond because I genuinely did not know how I felt about it. I didn’t know if I was happy or sad. I knew I wasn't ready, but I don't feel like I ever will be. When you’re a little kid,...

Like a dream

Priyanka Hardikar, Online Editor

April 3, 2014

As I looked out the rear window of our taxi, I watched the Golden Gate Bridge slowly fade away. The last few minutes were the hardest. Every minute I stood absorbing the panorama, I was reminded of everything I was about to leave behind. Everything that I had fallen instantly and unconditional...

Sticks and stones

Gabrielle Lammons, Featured Columnist

March 28, 2014

“Sticks and stones may break your bones, but words will never hurt you.” I often spat this out as a child. I can remember my mother cheerfully parroting the words back to me after I would recount a rude remark from a classmate or even a teacher. Now I know this isn't true, even if I would ...

Setting standards: Bestselling books are not the same

Gabrielle Lammons, Featured Columnist

March 23, 2014

The movie ‘Divergent’ came out on Friday, Mar. 21 and like with a lot of bestselling books that are turned into movies, the excitement surrounding it was huge. Many bestselling books have turned into major motion pictures – “Harry Potter,” “Twilight” and “The Hunger Games” – just...

Bursting the Plano bubble

Haley Samsel, Featured Columnist

March 20, 2014

The “Plano bubble” – we've all heard the term used to describe the mindset of many students and adults in our city who do not seem to recognize the larger issues outside of our suburban, affluent community. We like to think that, somehow, we’re above the negative influences that surround us,...

Pretending

Priyanka Hardikar, Online Editor

February 19, 2014

“Hey, are you okay?” She turned to look at me, her grey eyes always perceptive to pain. No, I’m not! A voice inside of me begged to burst out and be heard. The same voice that couldn’t mask the pain anymore. I was sick and I was exhausted. My throat was aching and I couldn’t stop coughing....

A whole new world

Fabiola Cedeno, Featured Columnist

February 7, 2014

One of my first few memories from my childhood was when I had to take a picture for our family Christmas card. The year was 2000. The world was big and frightening. I had bangs that just barely reached the top of my eyebrows and a torn up blankie in my right hand. Its name was Chichi and I loved that...