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Student's Writings
October 6, 2023

The assignment: FAIRY TALES RECONSIDERED. Kennedy’s back story for Alice suggests a less-than-wonderful Wonderland. My name is Rita. I’m a 32-year-old woman. We’ve all watched “Alice in Wonderland” at one point in life, right? What am I saying. Of course, we have! Everyone remembers the inquisitive little girl, with golden blonde hair, bright blue eyes and that damn blue dress. Although it may be hard to believe, I was once that little girl. I once wore that blue dress, my messy hair was all gold and pretty then, too. Nobody could  take their eyes off me for even a second. I was the talk of the town, or I guess the movie set. I remember so clearly the day I was picked for the role. I was 7 years old. The exact day it happened, November of 1958, my mother basically sold me off for Hollywood money. I had just woken up on the same bug infested mattress I slept on for most of my life, when my mother suddenly burst into my room. She packed all my clothes into a tiny K-mart bag and told me to get my nice clothes on, which could be compared to a yellow shower curtain. I asked ‘why?’ She snapped at me “Get your damn clothes on and keep that mouth shut.” I didn't ask any more questions and slipped into my dress. If you knew one thing about my mother, it was that she had a bad temper. Kennedy Lewis October 12, 2023...

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Student's Writings
October 6, 2023

The assignment: FAIRY TALES RECONSIDERED. Ruth’s twist on Goldilocks might just keep you awake tonight. I wake up and open my eyes. Normally, I would see darkness, feel my comfortable bed, and hear my loud air conditioner…but not this time. I woke up in an uncomfortable place and position. Instead of hearing my AC, I hear birds chirping and I see trees above me. I sit up and look at my surroundings. Where am I? I decide to take a look around and, as I’m walking, I see a massive house made out of wood. It seemed familiar, but I just couldn’t pinpoint it because I mean, I simply didn’t know where I was. I take a few steps closer to the odd-looking house and peek through a window. There was nobody inside so I walked around the outside of the house to inspect it. I don’t see any suspicious items, but when I go up to the porch to open the door to the house, I hear voices. I quickly hide behind a large couch on the porch and hear footsteps getting louder and louder with the voices also getting louder and closer. After a while, people appear and open the door to “their” house (I assume). My eyes widen. There are three different-sized bears with one little girl standing behind them. She has shiny, dirty, blonde hair in two messy buns and seems to be half the size of the smallest bear, and just like an ant compared to the other two bears in front of her. I...

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Student's Writings
September 29, 2023

The students were tasked to write a story about the loss of one of their five senses. QUINN noted the pros and cons of her loss of SMELL, and discovered that her Grandma has quite the  sense of humor. Grandma’s House “ACHOO!” I sneezed loudly. My brother exclaims, “Gross!”. We are in the car on the way to our grandmother’s house. I have the worst stuffy nose ever! Why did I have to get a dog? I thought to myself. I could’ve gotten a cat, or maybe a goldfish! We finally arrive at my grandma’s house and unload the car. As I’m dragging my bag into the living room I notice something. It doesn’t smell like snickerdoodles! Grandma always makes us snickerdoodles when we come over. I put my bag down and go into the kitchen. “Hey, Grandma, why doesn’t it smell like...

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Student's Writings
September 29, 2023

The students were tasked to write a story about the loss of one of their five senses. ETHAN used his loss of SIGHT to remind us all to count our blessings.  4 Senses Today was the day when everything that could go wrong went wrong . I lost one of my senses. I lost my sense of Sight. I could not see anything. All I could see was darkness. My life doesn't feel the same anymore. I feel hopeless . It feels like I am just nothing without my eyes. All I do is sit in my room, right by the window and just listen to the sweet sound of birds chirping, and the leaves moving. I really do wish that God would take one of my other senses away instead of my sight. But you know what? Everything happens for a reason. Maybe I wasn’t supposed to be a football player, or a business owner. Maybe I was just supposed to a blind man who goes around the neighborhood telling his story to different people to tell them to never take life for granted. Ethan. Jobita Jemadari September 22, 2023 ...

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Student's Writings
September 29, 2023

The students were tasked to write a story about the loss of one of their five senses. RHYS turned his loss of TASTE into a championship-winning advantage at Carolina’s annual Hot Pepper Eating Challenge. 4 Senses Chicken noodle soup...

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Student's Writings
September 28, 2023

The students were tasked to write a story about the loss of one of their five senses. HECTOR leapt forward 50 years to prove Mr. Tom’s point about headphones leading to loss of HEARING, notwithstanding being in a Nursing Home with a particularly loud cousin. Senses I should have listened to Mr.Tom when he told us to stop listening to music with headphones on. He would always tell us to not wear headphones because, when we reached his age, we were all going to be completely deaf. In my youth, I used to think nothing was gonna hurt me. But now I am dealing with the terrible consequences of listening to music way too loud. Now I am a 65 year old with a couple of kids and a failed marriage. As a result of me being so grumpy! My children decided to put me in a retirement home. Nobody likes to have conversations with me since I can barely hear them. I am always saying Huh? Or, What did you say? But I am not the only one here. Karla’s kids decided that she was too much to handle so they also put her in a retirement home. She is the only person that I can actually hear. You would think that when someone is 67 they would be more quiet but she was the complete opposite. She always had some type of beef with the caregivers at the retirement home. She would argue about how they were always giving her soup and that she wanted a steak for dinner. One...

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Student's Writings
April 23, 2023

The students were tasked to “picture yourself in Wonderland.” The prompts included the Beatles song, “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds,” which was inspired by a child’s nursery school drawing and the imagery of “Alice in Wonderland.” We  are  featuring three very different approaches to the topic. Jayla takes us (and two of her fellow students) down the rabbit hole. Rhys considers it from the perspective of a real world trek to reach America from Colombia. And Kendall reminds us that Wonderland is always within us. WONDERLAND A land or place full of wonder? Do any of you know a place like that? I do—my brain. I would love to see my brain one day. I would cut open my head and rip it right out. You know, if it wouldn’t kill me! My brain is different from everyone else’s. Sometimes I can’t even wrap my own head around it. Like when I’m having a bad day and my brain just shuts it out. Or when someone says something that really tests my patience, and my brain figures out a way to make a joke out of it. My brain can make a joke about anything. People tend to be attracted to me because of my brain. Whether it be how funny I am or how empathic I am. But you know the thing about having such a good, funny brain? When I get low, I don’t stay low long. My brain tries to fight every bad thought that I have. Sometimes even before I’m done coping.  It's like...

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Student's Writings
April 23, 2023

The students were tasked to “picture yourself in Wonderland.” The prompts included the Beatles song, “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds,” which was inspired by a child’s nursery school drawing and the imagery of “Alice in Wonderland.” We  are  featuring three very different approaches to the topic. Jayla takes us (and two of her fellow students) down the rabbit hole. Rhys considers it from the perspective of a real world trek to reach America from Colombia. And Kendall reminds us that Wonderland is always within us. WONDERLAND There is no opportunity in my country. I can’t make enough to support myself. I have to go to America. America seems like a wonderland. I won’t be persecuted for what I say, I can practice my own religion, and it has good paying jobs. But how do I get there? I have no visa or a green card. I have to make it there myself. I started off in Colombia to make it through the Darien Gap to Panama. Hundreds of miles of jungle are between me and freedom. The cartels set up a sophisticated operation to move us; they’re trafficking us. They told us it will only be a two-day walk. I use my savings to buy water, some clothes, and to pay the fees. As soon as we make it on the trail, it's nothing like the cartel said it would be. The mud grips your feet and pulls you down. People lose their shoes and have to walk the rest of the trip barefoot. Cartel members get paid...

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Student's Writings
April 23, 2023

The students were tasked to “picture yourself in Wonderland.” The prompts included the Beatles song, “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds,” which was inspired by a child’s nursery school drawing and the imagery of “Alice in Wonderland.” We  are  featuring three very different approaches to the topic. Jayla takes us (and two of her fellow students) down the rabbit hole. Rhys considers it from the perspective of a real world trek to reach America from Colombia. And Kendall reminds us that Wonderland is always within us. WONDERLAND Sitting in the classroom, my head felt light. I closed my eyes and started thinking. A few minutes later I hear this ticking. I try to ignore it, but the ticking continues. I pick up my head, everyone is gone, and this white, ugly, red-eyed rabbit is staring at me. It looks down at its ticking clock, then at me, and runs off. I run after the rabbit. We get to a park, and he jumps down a hole. It reminds me of the movie “Alice in Wonderland.” However, when I jumped down the hole, my trip wasn’t as slow or as nice as Alice. I smashed into a piano, dislocated my finger, and slammed into the ground. “Damn gang, why you land like that?” Karla says “What you mean? You acting like this a regular thing” I said “You saw that rabbit too huh? He threw a rock at me, next thing I know I’m spiraling down this hole” Karla explains “Anyone else down here?” “Kendall, but she ain’t see the rabbit, she was walking and fell into the hole” “Where...

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Student's Writings
April 16, 2023

An important aspect of Creative Writing is an opening that grabs attention and provokes the reader’s interest to know more. Last week, the students were tasked to share stories about their Spring Break experiences. Here are some of their opening lines. CHASE: I wake up at 3 P.M. on the table. My head feels light. This massive white light shines down on me. People surround me in white coats. “Okay, Chase. We’re going to move you onto your bed,” a blurry figure says. I nod my head. I can’t talk. I can barely breathe. I’m hyperventilating. “3, 2, 1,” someone says. I’m lifted off the operating table. Someone shoots me with a shotgun 7 times. At least that’s what it feels like. RHYS: I don’t know if anyone else does this, but I have a list of the coolest things I’ve ever done. I’ve been on a roller coaster with no seatbelt, drop-kicked my brother, and saved my house from a fire. But nothing I ever did tops what I did over Spring Break—I met Batman. HECTOR: On Wednesday afternoon, I finally snapped. JAYLA: I thought it was a great idea to go out to eat. The car ride was terrible. Shonda was blasting church music the entire ride. KARLA: Spring Break was terrible. I was so sad. I hated it. KENDALL: On Saturday, I decided to change things up a bit. I knew what had to be done. It was finally time to get my nose pierced....

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