El Estoque

Coming out of my shell: Painful Partings

Coming out of my shell: Painful Partings

Emily Xia

May 24, 2019

’m bad at a lot of things. During first period, I tried to drink water from my open-mouthed water bottle, and  somehow managed to drip water onto my shirt, my lecture notes and my lab partner. Needless to say, he wasn’t very excited. During lunch, I attempted to eat a delicious serving of...

More that mediocrity

More that mediocrity

Andrea Perng

May 11, 2019

For a solid while in March, I thought I was “doomed” for UC Riverside. I had only applied to it (and UC Merced) as a safety school, and I thought it would be much better for me to go to any other UC because their prestige was higher than UCR’s. Virtually every classmate around me had gotten accepted t...

Pocket-sized: A rant on women’s pockets

Pocket-sized: A rant on women’s pockets

Emily Xia

May 8, 2019

ockets are amazing. A pouch of fabric attached to your favorite pair of jeans or joggers that can carry whatever your heart desires. Well, for half of the population, that is. If you know anything about me, you know that I detest, I scorn, I absolutely despise women’s pockets. Or should I say, ...

Glorified victimization

Glorified victimization

Zara Iqbal, Copy editor

May 5, 2019

One day, as I was scrolling through my Twitter timeline, I came across a tweet that included these Instagram screenshots:                     If you’re like me, you’ve probably immediately recognized a problem with this ...

The unspoken pressures of sibling relationships

The unspoken pressures of sibling relationships

Tabitha Mendez

April 16, 2019

My brother and I are almost 10 years apart, but people often say, “For an age gap so big, it’s surprising how much time you spend together.” A comment like that always seems weird to me — there were so many years when I was a single child, anxiously waiting for a sibling that it felt like I had...

Coming out of my shell: Dummy Dialogue

Coming out of my shell: Dummy Dialogue

Emily Xia

April 11, 2019

t was the week before the eighth grade Yosemite trip. A whole week spent outdoors, rooming with best friends and living without parents. The classrooms were buzzing with anticipation. It seemed as if all anyone could talk about was the upcoming trip. I walked out of my fourth period class, talking...

Father God, take my burdens

Father God, take my burdens

Tyler Cho, Staff Writer

March 31, 2019

Stretching my legs out in front of me, I was greeted by the familiar creaks and pops of my stiff knees and ankles as my bones ground together to get into a more comfortable position. I tried to ignore the burning ache in my back, fighting desperately to keep my attention on the pastor speaking in front...

To err is human, to forgive divine

To err is human, to forgive divine

Zara Iqbal, Opinion editor

March 14, 2019

“We went to Pakistan that summer after one of your cousins passed away,” my mom said suddenly as we watched an old video she filmed of me, my brother and a couple of my cousins from 2004, the first time I visited my motherland. “Today was his birthday. He would’ve turned eighteen.”  I alre...

Coming out of my shell: Tissue Turmoil

Coming out of my shell: Tissue Turmoil

Emily Xia

March 13, 2019

felt it as soon as I woke up. Laying in bed, I thought to myself: Ugh. My eyes are swollen again. My instincts were confirmed as I reluctantly rolled out of bed and peered into a mirror. No amount of makeup would hide it, and I could only hope that my glasses would somewhat conceal the puffiness ...

Who are today’s legends?

Who are today’s legends?

Tabitha Mendez

March 4, 2019

Which is better, music now or music of the past? This has always been an ongoing argument between my dad and I — especially in the car when we rush to reach for the aux cord, determining who gets to play their music for that ride. As we drive blasting Queen’s “Radio Gaga” from the car speakers, ...