TCS Student News 12-7-22
December 7, 2022
[embed]https://youtu.be/FFw_13J408U[/embed] This edition of TCS Student News was researched, written and produced by Rhys Guilfoyle with assistance from Ethan Christou....
[embed]https://youtu.be/FFw_13J408U[/embed] This edition of TCS Student News was researched, written and produced by Rhys Guilfoyle with assistance from Ethan Christou....
We were honored to attend the Annual Charitable Giving event of the Associated Italian-American Charities last night. The Community School has been supported by AIAC for 20 years at the initial invitation of Tom & Jacque Iacoboni who have continued to support the school every year since. We are grateful to them along with Tony Culotta, Felix Dialoiso, Ray Marocco Jr., Mike Meola, Mike Gallo and Mike Shaw, each of whom sponsored the school through AIAC this year. AIAC was founded in the Italian-American community after World War II to support orphans from the war in Italy. It has grown over the years to support hundreds of nonprofit organizations with most in the Baltimore metropolitan area. Not only do its members raise all of the money given out each year through a variety of events, but many are personally involved with the organizations they sponsor. Ethan Christou and Jayla Nickens-Gill did a great job speaking for the students and school at the event and expressed our appreciation for the invitation to the dinner and for the many years of support. Our deepest gratitude to all of the members of AIAC for all of the kindness shown to us and for the many years of support....
The students were tasked to enter one of three doors, marked YESTERDAY, TODAY, or TOMORROW. YESTERDAY would allow them to experience any historical event, but not change the outcome. TODAY would place them in the middle of any current event. And TOMORROW would take them forward 12 years to celebrate what would then be Mr. Tom’s 80th Birthday. JAYLA feels the pain of slavery and meets a woman called Minty. A Woman Called Minty I open the door to Yesterday. I walk through and it feels like I’m falling until, suddenly, I slam into the ground. I look around and see nothing but African Americans being whipped, people crying out, others picking cotton. Suddenly, a huge force connects with my face. I cry out in pain only to be hit again. The brutal force inflicted on me left me extremely confused. After a while, the hits stopped, and the white man walked off. My body ached. The amount of pain was enough to make someone want to end their life. “Get up” a woman said. “Get to work before he brings more.” The woman walked off and went back to doing the tasks given to her. I managed to sum up enough energy to get close to her. I started picking cotton as well, my body still burning from the punishment before. “Where am I?” I asked “Dorchester County” the woman said “W-What’s your name?” I asked the woman “Minty” she said. “Stop talking before you get us both whipped or worse...
The students were tasked to enter one of three doors, marked YESTERDAY, TODAY, or TOMORROW. YESTERDAY would allow them to experience any historical event, but not change the outcome. TODAY would place them in the middle of any current event. And TOMORROW would take them forward 12 years to celebrate what would then be Mr. Tom’s 80th Birthday. DANNY takes us into the bizarre 9th Century papal synod of a cadaver. The Cadaver Synod I’m walking down a long, paved road in the countryside, where each house and patch of land is so very separate from another. I go off to a trail, where the trees are marked with crimson stripes of paint, and I arrive at a cave with distinct graffiti on it. I walk into the cave, compelled by boredom. Surrounded by darkness, I use my phone as a flashlight. After a certain point of depth into this cave, I see architecture and artifacts of which I’ve never seen before. I find artifacts of great technology, almost as If crafted by gods. Things that I cannot begin to comprehend are scattered throughout. I arrive at a room with three doors, all of which have symbols over top of them. Not knowing what each of these doors represent, I reluctantly search the cave for some sort of hint or translation for the symbols. I find 3 tablets, one of which is broken, but the two are in a language I’ve never seen before. From then I connect the dots that this language is very similar to Cuneiform, and I spend several...
The students learned all about the work of the Maryland Transportation Authority Police. These are the folks who you see at the airport, tunnels port and more. Sergeant Jermaine Montgomery, Senior Officer Ted Jeremenko and Officer Ayanna Turner shared about their lives and careers. The students were especially interested in experiences they have had on the job, their views on policing and how their work affected their personal lives. It included a significant conversation about mental health. We are looking forward to an ongoing relationship with the MTAP and send a special thanks to our guests. ...
[embed]https://youtu.be/D7RH-PmHfBY[/embed] This week's edition was researched, written, and produced by Madison Hansel and Kendall Curtis....
We had a delicious and heartfelt Thanksgiving dinner today at the Franciscan Center as special guests of staff Mishonia (Mimi) and Marquis. The students have volunteered at the Center and appreciate the warm relationships between TCS and the Franciscan Center. Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!...
The students had the honor of having Kelly Graham and Kathi Riley attend their American Sign Language classes with Peggy Lashbrook yesterday. Kelly, an educator who happens to be deaf, expanded the students experience and knowledge with ASL while Kathi both shared her knowledge and provided translation when needed. Both of these educators worked with both Peggy's ASL I and ASL II classes. Thank you for making the trip down from Delaware to provide these valuable lessons!...
Hector takes his blessings for granted, until an all-too-real dream of being homeless, cold and hungry makes him appreciate what he has. Homeless for Thanksgiving I went to bed after arguing with my mom about why the food was not ready. I woke up, lying on the ground somewhere in downtown Baltimore, with a blanket covering me in the freezing cold, my stomach empty and growling. I was so confused about what had happened. I was just in my room a second ago, comfortable, and warm. The cold became so unbearable, and my hunger got so bad that I could not sleep at all the whole night. As the sun came up the next morning, I had no money so I had to start asking for anything so that I could get food. I asked many people; some were kind and others were rude and told me to get a job. At the end of the day, I had enough money to get myself a McChicken from McDonald’s and that was the best tasting meal ever. But I regretted arguing with my mom over how the food was not ready, and I missed all of the things that I had. I took so many things for granted—my bed, my room, a warm shower, having somewhere to stay and call home. As night came, I tried to find somewhere to sleep. I found a place and laid down. I tried to go to sleep wishing that I could return to how things used to be. When I woke back up, I was in...
Bre reminds us that family is what makes life complete. “Without them, every day I would be homeless.” Homeless for Thanksgiving Many have a different definition of what “homeless” means. Some feel like being homeless means not having a home. Some feel like being homeless is not having a place to stay and rest. Personally, I believe being homeless means not having a family. You may think it's odd, but when I’m not with people I call family, I feel out of place, like I don't belong. Family is the key to a home. When I go home, the first thing I see is my cat, but I call her my daughter. She stays in the basement, but once she hears the keys touching the door, she runs so fast upstairs to greet whoever is opening it. Greeting them with a loving nose rub and purring, even if she doesn’t know you. One day, if I were to open the door, and she wasn’t there, it simply wouldn’t feel like home. Running behind me is my little brother, who’s an Ipad kid. Watching YouTube loudly, purposely trying to annoy me, but I’m used to it. Once he puts the Ipad down, he asks for a snack, and I always have to confirm if he can have it, with my mother who was following behind him as he ran into the house. Once I confirm, he eats the snack while again playing his loud video on his Ipad, laughing and teasing me to try and annoy me. I can’t imagine a...