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[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text css=""] [embed]https://youtu.be/G4fgiTVXDng[/embed] The students examine the sparsely covered story of how the war on Iran affects Africa. This is the main story in this week's edition of TCS Student News. News around the school includes a Spotlight on Gina Robinson, a tour of Baltimore with the Baltimore Children and Youth Fund, a final seminar with the University of Maryland nursing students, Film and Financial Literacy Seminars and a special Design seminar with Dr. Greg Walsh from the University of Baltimore. This week's edition was produced by Kennedy Lewis and Jordan Smith with production assistance from Mohamed Cisse.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row]...

[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text css=""] [embed]https://youtu.be/2VV9cc0oHw0[/embed] This week's edition of TCS Student News takes a rare look at the situation of LGBTQ individuals in Russia. News around the school includes a special 2 part poetry seminar with local poet Slangston Hughes sponsored by Center Stage, another theatre seminar at The Lyric, a special Conversation with friend of the school Marc Steiner, s spotlight on MICA student teacher Anan and the start of a special experimental film seminar with Cheryl Fair. This week's newscast was produced by Madisyn Hall and Judah Patterson with production assistance from Hector Rivas.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row]...

[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text css=""] [embed]https://youtu.be/X98a5XqY-iQ[/embed] The Artemis II Moon Mission is the main story in this week's edition of TCS Student News. In news around the school, there was a report on our final MICAA Art seminar, the quarterly Board of Trustee meeting, two movies the students watched- "Caught in the Crackdown" and "Green Book", this week's Spotlight on alumni and Trustee Dyrrell Moon and more. This week's edition was produced by Khori Mitchell and Tallulah "Mingo" Cord with production assistance from Mohamed Cisse.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row]...

[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text css=""] [embed]https://youtu.be/wS5dexKvKvQ[/embed] An update in the U.S. war in Iran is the main story in this week's edition of TCS Student News. News around the school icnludes a special health seminar with nursing students from the University of Maryland and another with students from the Maryland Institute College of Art with a Spotlight on Kira, one of the art students; and a Conversation with Tyler Osborne from the Maryland Center for History and Culture This edition of TCS Student News was produced by Karla Rivas and Rylee Breeden with production assistance from Hector Rivas.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row]...

[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text css=""] The students were tasked to craft a “Once Upon a Time” story.  ETHAN…imagines telling such a story to his own children to deliver a lesson on the need to sometimes let go of friendships that can drag you down.   The Story Of The Trio After my years at TCS and CCBC, I became a successful electrician and a commentator for the NFL. I am now happily married, and my wife gave birth to twins whom I love dearly. I enjoy reading them fantasy stories, but one night, I decided to read them a story from a young boy’s life.   Once upon a time, in a far-away land, a boy arrived at a school far from home. He was entering the 4th grade and didn’t know what to expect. He was entering a world of different people, different languages, and a different system. His first day was interesting; he was mostly quiet, but he managed to make two new friends: Bird and Thomas. From 4th through 7th grade, they grew even closer. They became best friends, inseparable or so they thought. Then, they found out their school was closing for good. The "fabulous trio" was about to be split up. Thomas and the boy stayed together at a nearby school, but Bird had to move to a different school in another city. At the new school, the boy and Thomas found themselves in the middle of trouble. They hung around people who tried to influence them to make bad choices. Even though the boy and Thomas wouldn't participate, people always...

[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text css=""]It was a real pleasure to have Tyler Osborne, Digital Educator at Maryland Center for History and Culture, in for a Conversation this week. For several years, Tyler has conducted workshops on important aspects of Maryland's history through ZOOM with our students. This was our first in-person meeting. The students had many questions for Tyler including about her background and what led her to want to work in museums. She talked about the importance of using first person voices and giving voice to those affected who can be overlooked. This can be a challenge in our present federal environment. We were also interested to find out about the careers available in museum work. Thank you Tyler for your generous sharing of time with us.   [/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row]...

[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text css=""] [embed]https://youtu.be/Lokj0SyCxJw[/embed]   The deteriorating conditions in Cuba with some historical analysis is the main story in this edition of TCS Student News. News around the school includes a Conversation with author Saadia Faruqi, a special health seminar with nursing students from the University of Maryland and an art seminar with students from the Maryland Institute College of Art. There are reports on several documentary films watched this week as well as a special screening of the movie Palestine 36. Finally, there is also a Spotlight on our new college statistics teacher Manuel Freire-del-Pozo This newscast was produced by Kennedy Lewis and Jason Barnett with production support from Mohamed Cisse.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row]...

[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text css=""] The students were challenged to write a scene from their life (real or imagined, but uniquely personal) from the perspective of a “second self”—a ghost-like and dispassionate observer of the action.  MOHAMED…takes us back to his roots in Mali and a soccer game on a sun-parched patch of red dirt where two well-worn sandals marked the goal and a lesson in self-confidence was learned. That One Touch The sun had already started to press down on the red dirt road by the time he stepped outside. The morning in Bamako was loud and bright. From the doorway, he watched his older cousin tie a worn sandal with a piece of string, like it was something important, like it mattered more than anything else they had planned. He didn’t say anything at first. He just stood there, one hand on the doorframe, squinting into the light. A breeze moved past, carrying the smell of dust and grilled meat from somewhere down the street. It made his stomach remind him that he hadn’t eaten yet, but he ignored it. “Are you coming or not?” his cousin asked without looking up. He nodded, even though his cousin couldn’t see him yet. Then he stepped forward, the ground already warm under his feet. The two of them started walking, not in a rush, but not slow either… just the pace of boys who had something to do, even if they hadn’t fully decided what it was. They passed neighbors who called out greetings, voices overlapping, laughter mixing in like background music. A group of...

[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text css=""] The students were challenged to write a scene from their life (real or imagined, but uniquely personal) from the perspective of a “second self”—a ghost-like and dispassionate observer of the action.  HECTOR…transports us into his future as an electrician who falls from a ladder and into a coma wherein he returns to his TCS youth and a second chance at a life not to be taken for granted. Scene from A Life It has been close to 20 years since I graduated from TCS. The years went by, and all I did was work. I managed to get into the electrical union. Everything was going fine until that fateful day. I had to climb up onto a ladder. I made it to the top then I lost my balance. The last thing I remember is hitting the ground with a loud thud. I woke up, and for some reason, I was in a place that resembled a movie theater. I walked around for a bit, and it seemed that the theatre was pretty empty. Every door was closed, except for one. I walked through the door and found a seat that looked comfortable. I didn’t know what to expect. Then, out of nowhere, the lights turned off, and something started to play on the screen. A person was sleeping on their bed. An alarm started to ring, and the person got up. They sluggishly walked out of the room. Once they walked into the bathroom and turned the lights on, I saw myself start brushing my teeth. I dressed...

The students were challenged to write a scene from their life (real or imagined, but uniquely personal) from the perspective of a “second self”—a ghost-like and dispassionate observer of the action.  JASON…channels the seven deadly sins into his seven deadly “selfs.” My Seven Deadly Selfs I have a chip on my shoulder, or maybe seven? They could be chips or they could be demons. I don’t know what they are, but whatever it is they are not good. I can’t get rid of them, they don’t cancel each other out, and I wouldn’t call them intrusive thoughts or whatever you may think. The only thing that I do know is that they are me. This guy’s talking about me? I could really care less about what this guy thinks of me. I can’t be bothered to think about what I think of myself. I would rather just roll over and forget about all that nonsense. It’s too difficult to do anything and there isn’t any real purpose to it all. It doesn’t matter, I'll just yawn go back to sleep now. Oh, I wish I could have what they have. Everything I hear, everything I see is better than what I have and I hate it. I hate everyone who has it better than me, and who do they think they are doing what they want without a care in the world. They have a better personality, more loving people around them, more money, more popularity, more talent, everything about everybody is better than me. I hate everyone. I resent...