I have spent the past three years dreaming of the freedom, the glamour, and the javas associated with the fourth year of high school. However, over the past eight months, I have come to discover that senior...

Dear schools that rejected me, Was it because I’m not pretty enough? Were my eye brows too untamed for your elite institutions? Was my hair not soft enough for your reputations of outstanding academia?...

I’ll admit that I like to get down at the occasional school dance. On such a night, I will probably spend an hour getting ready so that I might look like I spent only five minutes throwing together some...

We’ve all seen it. Floating in the corners of our vision. Hiding in nonsense. But, how many of us have actually stopped and asked the ultimate question: what in the world are “Wingdings”? Unfortunately,...

SDA is known for its hour lunches, lack of a football team, and emphasis on creative expression; however, the irregular terrain of our school often goes unnoticed. The number of hills, stairs, rocky asphalt,...

The Mustang is bringing the SDA student body back to Kindergarten, back when writing something on their wall didn’t refer to Facebook, but to the waxy coloring tool that got kids in trouble for using...

It all started this morning. We ran out of bread yesterday at my house, which meant that I couldn’t make my daily peanut butter sandwich. I figured, hey, no big deal: if I got hungry, I could just...

There are times when I walk out of our Encinitas Library, fumbling with the door handle around my armful of books, DVDs, and a stray CD, wondering, “How on earth can this be legal?” There are places...

Though time machines do not exist to the public, the Mustang asked SDA where (or when) they would travel, given the chance to bend time. Answers ranged from as soon as 1969s Woodstock to Victorian France,...