“Qi Qi!” My dad’s beaming face fills up my small phone screen, a tiny beacon in the post-sunset gloom of an early November evening.  “Hello?” I said, happy to see him, but nonetheless surprised....

Rough, dry, prickly. My eyes travel down a straight line of hair, pulled taut from root to tip.  As I roll the semi-bleached strands between the pads of my fingers, more uneven bristles twist outwards,...

From when the Harker community first left campus in March until now, students have adapted to the challenges of remote learning, such as long hours of screen time and sitting, by modifying or even completely...

Each year on Halloween, trick-or-treaters laugh as they dash up driveways to front doors, sounding doorbells and sing-songing out, “Trick or treat!” before scrambling for the most coveted pieces of...

Over the last week, members of Harker Journalism dug through their closets to pull out outfits and accessories they haven't touched since quarantine started—a glimmer of normalcy in a time of uncertainty...

Faded primary colors fill the different pictures and numbers on the six cards in my hand. In front of me, more cards lay stacked on top of each other, each with a different word written in a black graffiti...

Glimmering drops of water hang off the bottom of my clear umbrella as I walk along Villa Drive, leaves crackling under my shoes. This was a street I had grown accustomed to on my many walks during spring...

Surrounded by the tall, lush green redwood trees, I stroll through the empty woods. The sun peeks out of one of few clouds in the sky and warms the crisp air. Swarms of bees buzz, and a soft breeze rustles...

Both yearbook and newspaper staffs spent time creating their own pandemic flat lays, an array of the essentials that are keeping them safe, healthy and happy during this time. Take a peek at student journalists'...

Dappled in yellow lighting and adorned with chunky sparkles, a face looks up to a point beyond the camera. The expression is hard-to-read: it’s not emotionless, yet it lacks the extremity of the banal...

As she gently presses on the strings with one hand, Arissa Huda (9) strums her acoustic Hohner guitar with the other, playing a version of Selena Gomez and Kygo’s “It Ain’t Me.” She smiles and...