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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. KENNEDY…channels the plight of a world-weary night watchman to deal with the crisis. Man on the Ledge I’m so glad I’m almost finished with my nightshift, being an overnight security guard is NOT for the weak. This month alone has made me reconsider my job. I've had things thrown at me, people screaming in my face, someone making direct eye contact with me while using the sidewalk as their urinal, the usual. I do one final sweep in front of the building before I head back to the break room. Just as I’m about to head back inside, a woman frantically runs up to me. (Madisyn): Sir- sir! PLEASE! I’m NOT in the mood for this, I try to side step her but she rushes to the door. Kennedy: Ma’am I’m gonna need you to back up from the door, mkay? Before I have to (Madisyn): Please! I saw a man on the roof- I think he’s gonna jump off! Kennedy: Mkay so, ma’am- no one has entered this building- alrighty? No one gets past me, NO ONE.  (Madisyn): Can you please just check, I saw him dangling off! In my mind I have ‘probable’ cause to tase this woman, but I’ve already gotten a few warnings this month for using ‘unethical’ force on civilians- whatever that means. And something tells me if there really is a man on the roof, and he just so happens to be embodying a bird,...

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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. MADISYN…is drawn into the ethereal presence of a man she once knew. Man on The Ledge I walk up on the terrace to see a man on the ledge. I didn’t expect anyone to be out there around this time of the night, especially not on the ledge. The air was cold and windy. The breeze was strong. I wondered if the stranger could feel it too. I walked over, keeping my distance. The man turned slightly, noticing my presence, but said nothing.  I sit along the ledge with the man. I looked down and I felt an adrenaline rush, not from the fear of falling but what might happen if I did. I looked over at the man again and his face was obscured. I couldn't tell if it was the angle but the man didn’t seem to have a face, not one that was visible to the naked eye.   Something about his presence was so familiar and nostalgic. He said, “ you know me.” His voice sounded mangled or somewhat muzzled but I felt what he said was true. I did know him. He spoke again. “You shouldn't be up here.” Then silence. I felt the eyes of the stranger on me for the first time. It was like he could see into my soul and possibly what my true intentions were. It made me feel uneasy.   I was reluctant to look back at the...

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Student's Writings
September 20, 2025

The students were tasked to craft a story about a famous threesome, be they historical, whimsical, or from the kitchen cabinet. RYLEE…thoughtfully applies the functional properties of the knife, fork and spoon to her own development as an individual   Poking, cutting, and scooping, are all things that a fork, a knife, and a spoon are capable of. All of these are things I try to carry with me. There are appropriate times to use these utensils. Then there will be a great meal and you will have all of these utensils to use together. Poking the surface. For me to get to where I want to get in life, I have to at least poke the surface.I have to at least make some effort, I have to make a breakthrough. Of course, if I just stare at my food, it will never get to my mouth. If I don’t  make the effort.Then I’ll always be hungry for success. So I stick my fork in my food, and I poke the surface. Cutting the surface. My fork has made holes in my food, so therefore I've broken the surface apart. Now I just need to go deeper. I need to make more efforts to get the food to my mouth. I need to make a bigger hole so I can scoop my food. A doorway to success. Scooping in and taking a chunk out. I have a doorway to success. All I have to do is reach in and use the potential that the spoon holds. Entering myself in the doorway...

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Student's Writings
September 20, 2025

The students were tasked to craft a story about a famous threesome, be they historical, whimsical, or from the kitchen cabinet. DANNY…delivers a master class on the most brilliant generals of all time There are a lot of threesomes, trifectas, trios that are interesting. Boy oh boy, where do I even begin? The big three FromSoftware (videogame company) games, Elden Ring, Bloodborne, and Sekiro, are notable. The big three Greco-Roman gods, Zeus/Jupiter, Poseidon/Neptune, and Hades/Pluto. There are the big three chess players: Kasparov, Carlsen, and Fischer. There are the big three masterminds of psychological anime: Light Yagami, Johan Liebert, and Lelouch vi Britannia. There are the big three classical philosophers–Socrates, Plato, and Aristotle. There are the big three physicists– Newton, Einstein, and Maxwell. There’s the big three of Mathematics– Pythagoras, Euler, and Gauss. I could go on for at least 30 minutes about all of the greats, but there’s a specific big three that are most flashy and historically significant. I’ll speak on the most powerful and tactically brilliant generals of all time, which are pretty much undisputed, except for a few other guys. Some people would throw Hannibal Barca or Scipio Africanus on the list, some would argue for Frederick the Great, and some would say Khalid Ibn al-Walid...

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Student's Writings
September 20, 2025

The students were tasked to craft a story about a famous threesome, be they historical, whimsical, or from the kitchen cabinet. MINGO…takes us below the surface of SpongeBob’s weird world, delivering a clever button of an ending The last thing I remember is going to bed at 3:00AM after what could have been 6 or 7 hours of doomscrolling.“What is this place?” I think to myself. I had expected the hallucinations to catch up with me after  nights with no sleep, and my phone centimeters away from my eyes. I didn’t think a hallucination could be this lifelike. It could very well be a dream, but this place feels so real. I could feel the chill of the water, and the sand below my feet. I had been so busy trying to comprehend where I was, that I tuned out all the screaming in the distance.  “I’M READY, I’M READY, I’M READY!!”  And there I see him, a bright yellow sponge. He has the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen. It's about now that I realized I was just standing on the walkway, I need to go talk to him, I need to talk to SpongeBob.  “SpongeBob!” I project my voice as much as I can.  “Oh hey! I didn’t see you there. Do I know you?”. When Spongebob speaks to me, I see he has buck teeth, a Krusty Krab hat, and he wields a spatula.  “No you don’t, but I know you.” I said while also wondering how I can breathe and speak underwater, “I am from the surface, you...

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Student's Writings
September 8, 2025

My name is Mohamed. I’m sixteen years old, the class of 2027, and before I tell you about myself, I want you to picture something. Imagine a basketball player walking into the gym. He ties his shoes. He bounces the  ball and takes a couple form shots. To someone seeing this, it looks like a normal boy in a plain t-shirt, getting ready to train. But, in his mind he’s wearing a jersey. It’s stitched with his dream school’s name across the front. He sees the colors and the number even though nobody else can. That’s me. Every time I step on the court, I wear a jersey no one else can see. Some people call it imagination while others might call it delusion. I call it belief. I was born in Mali, and I came to the United States around the age of 6 or 7. That’s an important part of who I am because it shaped the way I see life. Coming from a place where not everyone has opportunities, I understand that every chance I get here is a blessing. My dream isn’t just me either. It’s about the people back home, my family, and anyone who’s been told their goals are impossible. When I grind, I’m not just chasing a future for myself. I’m caring the hopes of the people who may never step on a court in America. The people who may never have the chance to chase something this big. That’s what fuels me. I’m sixteen and about six foot- six one...

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Student's Writings
September 8, 2025

Well, well ,well… you guys only know me as E or Ethan but you guys don’t know who I really am you guys don’t know all of my other identities. I won’t get into them all but ill give some background. The two I will get into are Jobita, and Jemadari. Even though they are my two last names they have two totally different meanings. Lets start of with Jemadari, for the basic meaning its a general or hero its origin is Swahili and Hindu. Speaking of Swahlili I am from Tanzania, but my grandfather came from Afghanistan. But not going to lie thats just the basic my role as a Jemadari is being a role model to my younger ones. I am the eldest son, I am close to my little brother. But I mainly like to stay to myself when I am with the Jemadaris I am not really as talkative as much. I get my music taste from the Jemadari side, and for a fun fact I am the tallest on the Jemadari side.  Now for the Jobita side its the complete opposite. I am a different person on that side. For some starters I am one of the shortest males on that side. My uncle is 6’5, and my grandfather is 6’0  so you see how my fathers height interferes with my mothers. On the Jobita side I am more talkative I am very close to my mom, and my aunty. I love to shop, I love to have fun, I just...

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Student's Writings
September 8, 2025

      During the summer I was able to spend a lot of time in my own personal solitude. For       those who don’t know, solitude is the state or situation of being alone. I was able to learn more about myself ,and in turn learn more about others. I don’t know if you all remember but recently the class was talking about favorite subjects. Mine personally is psychology ,but it used to be  government. During the summer my interest in psychology rose. It was a consistent wonder of who I am and why I do the things that I do that peaked my interest.  I’ve always been a really caring and empathetic person. Some people have even called me hypersensitive ,and I honestly couldn’t disagree. But the more I think about it, I was raised that way. When I was younger I often spent time with my grandmother because my mom was working a lot to provide for me. For those who don’t know my grandmother is a very caring and strict individual. I remember always asking her questions about anything, and I learned many important things from her. The most important thing that I’ve learned from her is that it’s okay to allow yourself to be emotional ,or to allow yourself to feel. I think today we live in a society that normalizes suppressing your emotions. I have met so many people who describe themselves “nonchalant” without really knowing what that means.  I’ve also learned suppressing your emotions is pretty useless because eventually they’re...

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Student's Writings
September 8, 2025

In the year 2008, fireworks were bursting and my mom was in the middle of labor. I eventually managed to climb my way out. And ever since then my mom has told me the same story for every fourth of July. During my infancy I was never alone. There is a fella in this room who was born a month before me. Karla is basically the opposite of me. She is outspoken and loud while I am kinda quiet and obviously nonchalant. She is short while I am tall and the list can go on. But that’s enough about her.  Ruth is my other cousin. We both had gone through a little emo phase during middle school but those times are in the past. We mostly play random games on Roblox or I am calling her in order to yap her ear off.  I have two younger brothers and they are lucky to have such a patient brother like myself. They may seem like nice kids, but when they are in the house that all changes. They start to yell and argue with each other. Even though Matthew is 12 and Jeremiah is 5 they always end up fighting.  My favorite sport is soccer and the best team is obviously Barcelona. I have managed to recruit Matthew into liking Barcelona but Jeremiah is a lost cause. His father has made him a Real Madrid fan. I hope he can recover soon and join the right side.  One of my favorite activities is definitely eating. I love to eat...

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Student's Writings
February 22, 2025

Inspiration—a topic each student approached with a unique blend of creativity and emotion. QUINN transports us to LA’s Skid Row to find it. What is inspiration, and where can you find it? Most people are inspired by their parents or other role models. Others are inspired by others' failures in a desire to be better than they were. Inspiration is defined as “the process of being mentally stimulated to do or feel something, especially something creative.” If you think about it, you can find inspiration anywhere. You can find your inspiration through art or music or speeches. You can also find inspiration through drugs or alcohol or hurting others. So now you understand how important it is to find the right kind of inspiration.  I saw a short documentary from a guy who does this series. The series includes interviews of random people he finds on the streets, I guess. Most of them have similar issues. The channel on youtube is called Soft White Underbelly. The one that stuck out to me most was about a woman named Rebecca… a transgender woman struggling with addiction living on Skid Row in Los Angeles, California. I can’t exactly remember how this interview came to be. It seemed like the interviewer had seen Rebecca on the streets often. Anyways, Rebecca spoke about how she grew up in New York. Her parents died when she was young, so she was in and out of foster care. She said nobody really wanted her because she was trans. Eventually, at only sixteen years...

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