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Student's Writings
November 8, 2025

CHANGED FOR GOOD…The students were asked to reflect on a relationship that has affected their life for the better. MINGO…relates how a young man named Bird has changed her for good. Better Change for the Good There are a lot of people that I can write about; within friends, family, and teachers, there are more than a few people that have changed me for the better.  In my family, my dad, mom, and younger brother have had quite the impact on me. I will dedicate this section to my younger brother. As much as I want this to be a heartful piece I can’t guarantee it. My brother's name is Bird. That’s a story in itself. You might be asking me; why is your brother named Bird? Although he will never admit it, I’m pretty sure when I got my nickname ‘Mingo’ he looked up to me, and wanted a nickname as well. He was into birds at the time (we all were!), hence the name: Bird.  Bird and I differ more often than not. We don’t have a lot in common, but the things we do have in common are: reading, talking, watching movies/series (yep! That's about it). My brother was born in 2013 which means that he is Gen Alpha. The 67 jokes in my household stem mainly from him (and my dad surprisingly). So the question remains: How do you interact with a member of Gen Alpha? Sometimes, I will just be minding my business, doing my homework, cleaning my room and then I hear it. Bird...

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Student's Writings
November 5, 2025

PLAYHOUSE 25…On their way to see a movie, the students hear a gunshot and see a figure running up the alley behind the theatre. They foolishly follow the action. RUTH…turns the tide on a gunman intent on robbing her of a paper clip, two rusty pennies and some gum. Playhouse 25 There I stood, standing face to gun. I was actually going to die. I was going to die as a broke and single college student. That was the worst of it all. I couldn’t see whose face was holding the gun until all the lights flashed on. It was actually a stranger. I thought this would be some dramatic reunion with someone who hated me, but no, it wasn’t. He had long grayish-white hair and a lot of wrinkles. Once I got a stench in my nose, I could assume he was homeless or was definitely going through something. Is this really how I will die? From a stinky person pointing a gun at me. “Give me your money,” he said. “No,” I responded. “I don’t think you heard me correctly. I said, Give me your money,” He repeats. And I repeat, “no.” “Do you not see me point a gun at you? Do you even want to live?” he asked.  Of course, I wanted to live, but I would rather get hurt than get robbed by a homeless man holding a gun. Just imagine how that would look in the news. Young Teenage Girl gets shot by a Homeless Man during a Robbery Gone Wrong. Absolutely not, but I still don’t want...

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Student's Writings
November 5, 2025

PLAYHOUSE 25…On their way to see a movie, the students hear a gunshot and see a figure running up the alley behind the theatre. They foolishly follow the action. MOHAMED…ducks into the rear door of the theatre and ends up being part of the show. Playhouse 25 Surprised by the sudden flash of light, George and I froze. We looked around and saw three cars to our left, right, and behind. The engines cut simultaneously. In the sudden, heavy silence, car doors opened, the small interior lights flickering. We were met with the gun that we so wanted to chase. Cornered in this situation, our only options were to find a way to escape or stay to find out our fate. What seemed to be two men and a woman, started approaching us. Looking around, I noticed a red painted stage door- the back exit of Playhouse 25. That was our chance but in fear George ran and left me alone. I could just stay there so I ran toward the stage door. Luckily it was unlocked so I went in. The door slammed shut, throwing me into near total darkness. The noises outside were suddenly muted, replaced by silence that seemed to soak up all sound. My breath came in split gasps as I leaned against the door, my body shaking with adrenaline. Slowly, as my eyes adjusted, a light from a distant exit sign gave me a slight outline of my surroundings. I was standing on a dusty, narrow floor. A short flight of stairs led down...

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Student's Writings
November 5, 2025

PLAYHOUSE 25…On their way to see a movie, the students hear a gunshot and see a figure running up the alley behind the theatre. They foolishly follow the action. MINGO…spins a tale of intrigue and danger, only to find herself on an episode of “What Would You Do?” Playhouse 25 The gunman stands 15 meters in front of the streetlight; his figure is outlined by the luminous glow.  My friend and I stare into the barrel of a gun. I am hesitant to take my eye off the killer, but I need to see my friend's face. Without turning my head, my right eye gazes at Rylee. I wonder what she is thinking right now. Heck I wonder what I’m thinking. Should we flee? Will he shoot? Do we stay and hope he leaves? A shadow casts over his face, the light that originates from the lamppost illuminates his body and reflects off his shirt. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a purer white than his shirt. As my eyes adjust to the situation, I am able to see the blood on his side. Not his blood, the pattern looks to be mist. That indicates that the shooter was in close range with the victim when he was struck. The victim's blood showered the gunman with very small droplets of red.  Rylee, just like me, is remaining calm. We have always been diffusers of conflict, undisturbed in the face of dispute. I think back to the times when we solved our friends' quarrels. And then I think of how...

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Student's Writings
October 9, 2025

FAILURE-SUCCESS…The students were challenged to consider the interaction of these two fundamental realities of life. JASON…makes the case for resilience and determination, with a bit of help from hip-hop’s Kendrick Lamar and history’s Kunta Kinte. You Fail What is success without failure? It’s like saying you can’t feel pleasure without pain. Most of your improvement is done through failure. When you fail, you might think you’ll never succeed. But If you give up then, you won’t ever succeed… not because you're not trying but because you gave up. The worst thing you can do is give up.  How does success feel? How much failure have you endured to come to success? Hold on to those feelings next time you feel like giving up and use your resources to help you. It doesn’t have to be a person but you should have someone to confide in. Don’t blame your failures on others or put your procrastination on something else.  Six hundred thousand people commit suicide every year, that is what giving up is. In some ways, committing suicide might seem better than doing nothing and having no purpose in life. That's not a life at all. That is not a life worth living. There are probably billions of failure * success stories out there, get inspired and try to do something with your life. Turn your meaninglessness to meaningfulness. You might not know what to do and you don’t have to, just do something, move forward, never give up. Do something until you find your meaning. Find some time, find some time...

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Student's Writings
October 9, 2025

FAILURE-SUCCESS…The students were challenged to consider the interaction of these two fundamental realities of life. KARLA…grabs our attention with her opening line, before acknowledging mistakes she regrets but refuses to be taken down by. Failure  I’m one failure away from ruining my life. I mean, I’m about to start doing crack and live on the lonely, dirty streets of Baltimore. I’ll be honest, I don’t know where to start. I thought about it yesterday for a very, very long time and I still don’t really know how to articulate how I feel. I feel like I’m being held hostage by this invisible force that has deprived me from oxygen and is causing me to roll around as if I’m a roach on its back trying to get back on its feet.  I’m kind of still trying to figure out how to say something, without saying anything at all. It’s actually the most difficult thing to do. I’ve been trying to not make my past mistakes happen again. I’m trying really hard to be able to live with them, but there is nothing more difficult than forgiving yourself for past mistakes. It’s even harder to do that if you didn’t hurt just one person, but many.  Now I feel like I’m actively hurting the people around me. It’s a crazy, almost unreal experience to be scared of yourself and your actions. I’m trying really hard to be careful with my words telling you this. I don’t want people to read or hear this story and have pity, I just want people...

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Student's Writings
October 9, 2025

FAILURE-SUCCESS…The students were challenged to consider the interaction of these two fundamental realities of life. KHORI…uses her very mixed feelings over the loss of a special family member to remind us all that in order to help others you must first be able to help yourself. Failure*Success  The definition of failure is the lack of success. Throughout my life I’ve experienced many different forms of failure. I’ve always been the type of person who believed that everyone can change, even when they fail. I thought I was a prime example. If I can fail and keep trying, then surely everyone can, right?  No, I was wrong.  Last year I was a freshman, and I’m sure everyone knows that, when you’re a freshman, you have to show an enormous amount of perseverance.  I expected everyone around me to show the same amount of perseverance ,and this unfortunately led to my demise.  I had a family member that passed away from drug use last year,and I felt the failure she inflicted on herself ,and the rest of the family.  As a kid, I would often see her in a lot of pain. Pain from losing her closest family members from old age ,and  pain from her own failure to stop using drugs. I remember always being in her room, and asking her questions of what she used to be like, how she used to act, and all of her regrets. It’s still hard for me to acknowledge the fact that she’s actually gone.   During her funeral, I was so angry that she...

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Student's Writings
October 4, 2025

BLINDSPOT…The students were tasked to imagine themselves sitting on a park bench, waiting for a friend, when a blind person suddenly appears and asks the student, “What do you see?” JUDAH…deploys “a Karen” to remind us just how blind humanity can be. Blindspot One summer day this lady, (will call her Karen to paint a picture in your head). Anyway, Karen went out to go meet one of her friends at a park. When she got there, her friend was a bit late. They were supposed to meet at 2:30 but her friend wasn’t there and it was 0.5 seconds after 2:30. As Karen's name suggests, this behavior was unacceptable, so she went to sit on a bench and she sent her friend a long email complaining about how late they were.  I can’t read the email out loud just because it has extremely colorful language not suitable for a school setting. Anyway, 0.02 milliseconds after this long email she was still sitting on a bench when she noticed this blind black dude who looked to be in his late 20s who had dark black sunglasses. The man was holding an ice cream and walking in her direction and she felt unsafe. Karen felt so scared that she gripped her purse so hard that her fake tan lotion started to melt under her sweaty hand. All of a sudden she noticed that one of the white couples in the park got into a fight and the husband started to get physical. Karen thought this was hilarious. What could the...

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Student's Writings
October 4, 2025

The students were tasked to imagine themselves sitting on a park bench, waiting for a friend, when a blind person suddenly appears and asks the student, “What do you see?” JORDAN…starts to answer the question with her eyes, but soon finds herself tapping into the deeper well of her mind and heart. Blindspot Today I decided to go to a park with a friend. It doesn’t matter what park I go to, nor which friend I go with. I just feel like using the swingset the whole time instead of letting a little kid get on. They can cry to their parents all they want, I refuse to move. Anyway, I sat on a random bench in the park closest to my house. I kicked several rocks that were in front of me while I waited for my friend. Suddenly, I hear movement beside me. Turns out somebody sat down on the other side of the bench. I felt a little upset that somebody sat on my bench, until I looked up. The person sitting next to me was blind. They had a white cane with a red stripe, and dark glasses. It was quiet between the two of us for a moment. Then, they asked me a question out of nowhere. “What do you see?” I was confused as to why they asked me that question. I didn’t have anything else to do, so I answered. I told them about the trees swaying in the wind, the chirping of birds, and the countless kids running around. I thought I...

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Student's Writings
September 26, 2025

The students were presented with the challenge of coming upon a person perched on the ledge of a tall building in beautiful Los Angeles. MOHAMED…learns to appreciate a home filled with arguments and stress as opposed to one filled with silence. Man on the Ledge On the roof of the building I saw how endless Los Angeles looked. The city was full of light and noise, but on the roof it was quiet. I wanted some fresh air away from the weight of everything, from the arguments I had with my mom that kept getting me irritated and stressed. That’s when I saw him. A man sat on the edge of the building, his feet hanging over like he might slip. At first I thought he was just up there to think, but the way he stared out into nothing told me something was wrong. I hesitated before speaking, then asked, “Hey… are you okay?” He turned slowly, and I could see the sadness and exhaustion in his face, like he hadn’t slept in days. “ My family is gone” he said, with his voice low but steady. “ ICE came while I was at work. Took my parents and my sisters. Left me with nothing but a note on the table. They’re being sent back, but I was born here. I’m the only one who gets to stay.” The words hit me harder than I expected. I didn’t know, but in the moment it felt like the whole weight of his life was pushing on my chest. I stepped closer, careful...

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