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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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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. JASON…speaks of the challenge to keep the demons of the past from shading the possibilities of the present. Two Sides There are different sides of your own mind: the angel, the demon, and something in between. No matter who you are or what you believe, there is no helping yourself from falling into one of these sides. It is not emotion but a collection, subsides of memories that come back when you don’t want them to. Most of the time, you're somewhere in between, not thinking about anything substantial while going to work, school, the store, or nowhere at all. My point being that you don’t need to be anywhere or doing anything for things to come up to bite you. I was walking to my house on a cold day while snowflakes were slowly falling, disappearing under my breath. I couldn’t think of much because I was hearing a beat, it was like listening to someone’s heartbeat who had no heart, or listening to someone talk who isn’t there. The feeling was so confusing I couldn’t really think of anything else. That’s why I walk; I try to reach something that isn’t there, trying to fill that feeling of longing. When you don’t have anyone to talk to or make new memories, that leads you to a door. Behind the door are all the memories you don’t want to remember… so you don’t open it and keep looking...

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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.  KARLA…takes a poetic approach of her own, while bookending her piece with the two proffered lines. Wings I have felt the wind of the wing of madness  Nothing more than a body full of sadness  Anger flowing through my veins  All I feel is pain  My lungs deprived of air  Voice is gone and not a thing seems fair  I question why me, why me, why me  My brain keeps telling me to flee  But my body won’t move   Frozen in place because I have everything to lose  Or maybe I already lost myself  In a pool full of madness  Where all I can do is drown  And the only place I am going is down  But…  There is something pulling me up  The end of the depression race seems close up  I want to feel this surreal sense of happiness That flows in excess  Making my body explode into a new being  Going from fleeing to freeing    How do I escape this anticipation?  Taking me apart piece by piece  Where I can never be at peace What if I end this suffering before?  Let my body and feelings pour    I can feel my guardian angel close by Maybe it’s just in my head but I do want to try  I want to be with my angel now more than ever    But, if it won’t come for me then I’ll meet it  Just wait a bit  I’ll grow my own wings  I’ll fly so high that no one will mistake me for a bird  Just the thought of it seems absurd  I can’t wait any longer  I want to become stronger  Sore through the...

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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.  KHORI…reminds us that striking a balance between these two inevitable concepts is what defines our individual humanity.                                                            Balance In real life, angels and demons aren’t actual beings. They’re the voices in your head that influence the choices you decide to make in your life. The angel is the part of you that always wants to do the right thing. It constantly tells you to follow the rules, and not to disappoint anyone. Sometimes this voice can help; other times it can create pressure, and guilt.  The demon part is the part that feels everything. Anger and temptation specifically. It questions rules, and pushes back when certain things may seem unfair. People always see this voice as bad, but ignoring it doesn’t always make it go away; in fact,l it can cause inner conflict. Everyone lives with both.  When one takes over completely, things may start to feel off. Balance comes from recognizing the two voices, and deciding carefully which one to listen to. Angels and demons aren’t about good and evil. They represent the internal struggle that shapes all of us as human beings.                                                                                                                   ...

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Student's Writings
February 7, 2026

[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text css=""] The students were tasked to craft a story about a coin toss—the simple gamble of Heads or Tails. MOHAMED…takes us inside the thoughts of someone who uses the coin toss to make a decision he could not, or could he? Luck In a coin toss, there are two possible outcomes: heads or tails. And based on that, there is a fifty percent chance you could get either outcome. But life doesn’t flip that clean.  I stood on the cracked sidewalk outside the gas station, the air smelling like gasoline and burned pizza, rolling a quarter across my knuckles. The sun was setting and my heart was beating faster than it should’ve been for something this simple.  Heads, I’d do it.  Tails, I’d walk away. That was the deal I made with myself. No overthinking. No last-minute excuses. Just luck deciding for me, because honestly, luck felt more reliable than my own brain lately. I flicked the coin into the air. It spun fast, catching the light, flashing silver like it was showing off. For a second, everything slowed down. The cars passing by. The wind brushing my hoodie. Even my thoughts shut up for once. All I could focus on was that coin flipping over and over. Clink. It hit the ground and bounced once before settling. Heads. I stared at it, feeling something weird twist in my chest. Not excitement. Not fear. Something in between. Like when you’re standing at the top of a roller coaster and realize there’s no getting off now. So that was it. Luck had spoken. I picked up the coin and slipped...

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