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Student's Writings
March 11, 2026

[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text css=""] The topic was Fatherhood, but the set-up was a video about men who experienced domestic violence as children, then carried it forward as adults, until “fatherhood” changed everything. RUTH…turns the topic on its head, with her tribute to her mom in “Womanhood.” Womanhood Going through domestic abuse is NOT for the weak. It’s something that can scar you for life. I have personally seen my mom go through it on multiple occasions. I’ve mentioned it before when I wrote stories in honor of my mom.  If some of you don’t know, my mom grew up in El Salvador. She lived in a decently big family that consisted of four young daughters in total and workaholic parents. My grandparents were tired after long days of work and would come home to take care of their children. The way my mom described her story growing up was that she would see her sisters getting beaten by my grandpa. Sometimes it could’ve been because one of my aunts misbehaved or because my grandpa didn’t like something that one of them did. My mom said she was a good kid and never had too many beatings, which I honestly don’t fully believe. She just wants to put up a good picture of herself for us. Still, even through all the hardships, my mom came to the United States to find the means to help her family. Around 2005, my mom met my dad. They were together for a good three years before my mom got pregnant with Karla. Two months after Karla was...

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Student's Writings
March 11, 2026

[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text css=""] The topic was Fatherhood, but the set-up was a video about men who experienced domestic violence as children, then carried it forward as adults, until “fatherhood” changed everything. KENNEDY…puts herself in her father’s shoes, quite literally. My Collar’s Blue Despite how much I talk about my father, I really don’t know all that much about him. It was only just recently that I learned about where he used to live when he was younger, and the schools he’d gone to growing up. We joke around all the time at home, but I can’t remember the last time we sat down and had a thoughtful conversation with each other. The solution for me was obvious. They say to really understand someone, you have to imagine yourself in their shoes and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.      So instead of going to school today, I put on my father’s shoes to really see what it’s like to be him. As soon as I laced his work boots on, I felt the difference immediately- almost like a transformation. My dreads started falling out, and my hairline receded. I felt an itch in my chin and soon my long crinkly beard started forming before my eyes. I also felt the years of blue collar work caught up with me instantly, my knees hurt and my back ached. These must be the eventual effects of blue collar work, no wonder why they look so similar. Right from the start, things were already going rough. When I got to the site late, I...

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Student's Writings
March 11, 2026

[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text css=""] The topic was Fatherhood, but the set-up was a video about men who experienced domestic violence as children, then carried it forward as adults, until “fatherhood” changed everything. JUDAH…focuses on the addiction that is violence, and the weakness of those who resort to it. Seeing and Believing When someone sees something, they have a choice… to either copy what they saw, or follow their own path. This goes for everyone, except a young child. They can’t make the choice, especially when it’s the first time they see something.  Violence is like an addiction. I thought about writing about my own personal experiences when it comes to hurting others, but I don’t feel like it. The following story isn’t my manifesto or supervillain origin story. But I will say this: When you land your first punch, the entire room falls silent, everyone in awe, and you feel a rush of adrenaline. You think that you just won the fight, but all you did was lose the war, and there's three reasons why.  Reason one: Every time you meet someone new, you have the chance to make a new friend. When you physically hurt someone, all you make is a new enemy, even if you're able to kill someone. Everyone in the world is loved by somebody and that person may be willing to get revenge. Reason two: Everyone on the planet has the same amount of power. Nobody is above anybody. When you attack someone else, it just shows that you have no patience and can’t handle your emotions, meaning...

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Student's Writings
March 11, 2026

[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text css=""] The topic was Fatherhood, but the set-up was a video about men who experienced domestic violence as children, then carried it forward as adults, until “fatherhood” changed everything. MINGO…needs only her opening line to convey how special her dad is to her. My Dad If I had one hundred lives, I would want him to be my dad in every one of them. I have always loved my dad more than I could describe. When I was eight or nine years old, I was separated from my dad for one whole week. He had to work in Maryland, while my mom, siblings, and I went to Delaware. I cried the whole time. We have always been close, and I gravitate toward him because he made me feel safe. We share a lot in common. All of my hobbies are his and his are mine. Reading, crochet, birding, movies and so much more. I am a replica of him in a way; we have such similar personalities and sense of humor that makes us so compatible. Still, it’s hard to explain the bond we have because I don’t want to capture it incorrectly. I think very often about how blessed I am to have MY dad because it feels like no one else could compare to him.  We do nearly everything together. My favorite days with him include birding, reading, and getting breakfast or lunch somewhere. We have been planning something for a bit; since I get out of school before my mom (a teacher), and siblings, we are planning...

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Student's Writings
February 27, 2026

[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text css=""] With the recent passing of Jesse Jackson, the students were reminded of his association with the poem, “I Am Somebody.” They were asked to consider this concept. RYLEE…has a fascinating discussion with her emotional alter ego. Know Who You Are   A-“I know who I am, but who are you?”  B-“How can you know who you are when I don't know who I am? In fact,  A-“you are exactly who I am.” B-“No, I am sad, happy, angry, and quick to react. That is not you.”   A-“But you tell me who to be, how to feel, and how to act. If I am constantly following your directions, then how am I not you?” B-“So in another sense, you act like me? Yet you do not act like yourself. Simply because you don't know who you are.” A-“So what if I don't know who I am? What am I supposed to do?” B-“Who you are comes from your actions, no matter what I tell you to do. What matters is how you follow my directions. That's what builds you.”  A- “I only do that because you aren’t always right, that's not me as a person” B- “So you do know who you are as a person? And you do know right from wrong? So you do have your own personality.” A-“Well I guess if you put it that way” B-“When you act on your own, you are being yourself. Your mind is not always right. I am just the basics of emotions. I am your emotional reaction. So don't always listen to me, know who you are.” Rylee Breeden 2/20/26[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row]...

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Student's Writings
February 25, 2026

[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text css=""] With the recent passing of Jesse Jackson, the students were reminded of his association with the poem, “I Am Somebody.” They were asked to consider this concept.  JORDAN…recalls an experience in middle school that helped her identify her true self, and the somebody she wants to be. I Am Somebody Being somebody is interpreted differently by everyone. Some people would think social status makes you somebody. Others would say it depends on how you live your life. Did you make any accomplishments? Does anyone recognize you as someone important? There’s one other question that comes to mind. What does it mean to be somebody? The answer is people define their own meaning. Personally, I’m not sure how I would define somebody. A person’s physical existence could count as being somebody, or their individuality. I struggled at some point with figuring out who I am and what my values are. During my suspension in middle school, I spent a lot of time thinking about myself. How did I get here? Why did I decide to hurt someone else? Those were some pretty big questions to ask.  I didn’t like the feeling of guilt floating around in my head. The deafening silence of the room made it worse. Even though my environment was tense, I somehow found a bit of peace. I’m not the kind of person to meditate, but I found myself doing so, in my own way. That was hard because I needed to have my mind clear, and I tend to get lost in my thoughts. I wanted...

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Student's Writings
February 25, 2026

[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text css=""] With the recent passing of Jesse Jackson, the students were reminded of his association with the poem, “I Am Somebody.” They were asked to consider this concept. ETHAN…pays homage to his diverse family roots as the clay that has molded the unique somebody that he is. I Am Me I am somebody. Most people call me Ethan, but others call me “E.” To myself, however, I will always be the Mofongo Man. People who know me best know many things about me, but there are some things you might have forgotten. To understand who I am, you have to understand the two main sides of me: Jobita and Jemadari. They may be my two last names, but they carry two totally different meanings. Let’s start with Jemadari. For the basics, Jemadari has four syllables. It translates to "general" or "hero," with origins in Swahili and Hindu. Speaking of Swahili, I am from Tanzania, though my grandfather originally came from Afghanistan. As a Jemadari, my role is to be a role model for the younger ones. I am the eldest son, and while I’m not as close to my little brother as I would like to be, I’m working on it. I usually keep to myself when I’m with the Jemadari side; I’m not very talkative with them. I get my music taste from this side of the family, and for a fun fact: I am actually the tallest on the Jemadari side. My father’s tribe, the Chaga, are generally very short. Now for the Jobita side. It is the...

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Student's Writings
February 25, 2026

[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text css=""] With the recent passing of Jesse Jackson, the students were reminded of his association with the poem, “I Am Somebody.” They were asked to consider this concept. MINGO…reflects on the work in progress that she is, toward becoming the somebody she doesn’t yet know.  The Passage of Time I am somebody who I don’t know yet, and I don’t know what I want to be. There is a lot that I do not know at this point, things I think that I should have figured out by now. What career do I want? What religion do I follow? Where do I want to live? I don’t even know my name! Am I Mingo or Tallulah? Recently, I’ve been thinking about that question. From a silly little nickname I got in fifth grade, to my name, to what everyone in my family knows me as, and friends call me. I never hear ‘Tallulah’ anymore. That makes me sad. I think about my past a lot. I definitely had a great childhood, (I can thank my parents for that). I have memories that I can review for hours. Being a little kid was so fun. Using imagination, playing on the playground that seemed to tower over me, and sitting with my best friend at lunch. Sometimes I felt overlooked in school, when I wasn’t able to understand something that everyone else could. And I’d watch as the teacher moved on, and me, afraid to say anything. I am hard on myself, even back then. I got upset when I was slower...

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Student's Writings
February 25, 2026

[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text css=""] With the recent passing of Jesse Jackson, the students were reminded of his association with the poem, “I Am Somebody.” They were asked to consider this concept.  MADISYN…personifies a mirror to grapple with the reflection of one’s true self. Someone If I'm not somebody or someone, I can be anything. A mirror, perhaps, I could be a reflection of every person that walks by, but when one particular person does, I catch their eye. They stare for a bit because in the reflection is someone else, not them. All I did was reflect on who they were inside. This mirror doesn’t reflect what you want to see, but it reflects who you are as a person. You should know that it doesn’t define you because it’s not all the aspects of you or me. As somebody myself, it's hard to understand that one thing doesn’t define me, not even my reflection. So I would rather reflect others than myself. It's easier that way. Madisyn Hall February 24, 2026 [/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row]...

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Student's Writings
February 17, 2026

[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text css=""] The students were presented with two poetic lines about angels & demons and asked to consider those competing concepts.  ETHAN…channels his father’s struggles with these concepts from his Tanzanian roots to his American reality. Angels & Demons As a father of four, I have faced many Angels and Demons. My Angels include moments of beauty, love, inspiration, and spiritual discoveries. On the other hand, my Demons include moments of insanity, depression, and mental breakdowns. My life has been a roller coaster of experiences. If you don’t mind, I would like to take a little time to explain parts of my journey. I was born in Tanzania; more specifically, Arusha. I was the firstborn in my family, followed by my three little sisters: Dorbibi, Mahabibi, and Mya. Dorbibi was a "demon"; she was the terror of the house. She would always snitch and be mama’s pet peeve. Mahabibi, on the other hand, was cool; she was the chill one of the family. Mya and I never really had much of a relationship; I was 11 when she was born, and during that time, I was sent to boarding school in Kenya by my father's choice. My father and I were very close; he was a loving family man. However, he would get angry when I did not focus on my studies or when I skipped school to play sports, so he decided to send me to Kenya to focus on my education. Being in Kenya was a different experience: no family, no good food…just me, myself, and soccer. During my...

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