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Student's Writings
April 16, 2026

[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...

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Student's Writings
April 6, 2026

[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...

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Student's Writings
April 6, 2026

[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...

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Student's Writings
April 6, 2026

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...

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Student's Writings
March 19, 2026

[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text css=""] Having just seen a play about Baltimore, the students were shown two videos offering further perspective on the city—the opening scenes of “Hairspray” and “The Wire.” They were then tasked to share their own views. JUDAH…takes us back to the city’s founding in 1729 and the realities of slavery.  POV Baltimore in 1729 It was just an ordinary Monday. Everyone was in World History class. I don’t really remember, but I was pretty sure Mr. Meade was talking about slavery when everything went wrong. Normally, Jason would’ve been the only person to fall asleep, but this time me, Danny, Riley, Mohamed, Ethan, Jordan, Kennedy, Madisyn, and Khori all fell asleep at the same exact time.  When I woke up, the sun was beaming in my eyes, and when I looked around, I finally realized, I was no longer inside the classroom; I was on a cotton plantation! Massa: “N*gger why is you standing there actin’ like you just woke up from a dream? Pick the f*ckin’ cotton n*gger.” Mohamed: “Oh I’m so sorry Massa. You have to excuse my friend over here, he just got off the boat.”  Massa: “Well keep him in check, wouldn’t want you boys to have any problems, now would you?” Mohamed then turned to me and said with a confused look on his face: Mohamed: “What’s up with you? Is you trying to get us whipped?” Me: “What are you talking about, bro? Where are we, and why is that dude dressed as a slave master and why does he remind me of Ruth so much? Mohamed: “I don’t know...

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Student's Writings
March 19, 2026

[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text css=""] Having just seen a play about Baltimore, the students were shown two videos offering further perspective on the city—the opening scenes of “Hairspray” and “The Wire.” They were then tasked to share their own views. RYLEE…offers a humorous take on birds, softball, and Oreos. Experienced City On Wednesday, we saw a play called No Mean City. The play went into the history of Baltimore, which was nice in all honesty, but one of the main things that stuck out to me in the play was the Baltimore Orioles, which was really the only thing I resonated with.  For background, growing up, I would often hear my dad speak about Orioles and Ravens. Which happened to lead my family to go to an Orioles game. Now as my dad spoke about the Orioles, I thought he was referring to the cookies Oreos. So when we appeared at a stadium, I was confused to say the least. Especially because I didn't grasp the concept of being at a baseball game. I likely went to  more baseball games after that, just not ones I remember. I It wasn't until I started to play softball that I actually understood the culture of baseball. No, I'm not talking about the white American culture of it, but more of my 10u team singing chants, spraying water on each other because of the severe heat, and our pants being covered in brown chalky dirt from sliding into home plate. But for me at the time, that was the culture of softball. It wasn't until later...

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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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