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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 old, she became homeless on the streets of New York. After trying to go to school and dropping out shortly after, she started working at parties and raves, did some modeling, and talked about her travels. At only twenty-two years old, she ended up in California.

In California, on Skid Row specifically, she spoke about her current life. She was very open about her drug use. It’s important to note that during the interview, she seemed incredibly happy. She spoke about all the things she loved and how she spent her days. She spoke about her use of different drugs, like meth, LSD, molly, and so much more. The interviewer asked her where she slept at night. Rebecca said she slept on the side of the road with only a single blanket, so you can imagine she doesn’t get much sleep. During the entire interview, Rebecca was shaking and seemed very energized. I’m sure you can understand why. Her desire to have fun and mess around, obviously with the addition of drug use, took over her entire life. For money, she does sex work, modeling, and pan handling. 

Anyways, there are over forty-five videos of Rebecca over the course of four years, with each episode getting longer and longer. In each episode, you can see the stark difference in her mood. In some videos, she’s happy and excited. In others she’s in a bad mood or can barely function because she’s on drugs. In what was supposed to be the last video of Rebecca, the interviewer is trying to set up a place for Rebecca in society. A life where she wouldn’t have to stay on the streets and would be able to have a job. This didn’t go too well, though. Rebecca was upset. For a while, Rebecca didn’t appear back on the channel. She’s back now, somewhat better. I guess you could say she’s progressed some. 

The point of me talking about Rebecca was to show proof of negative inspiration. Drugs ruined her life. She loved fashion and wanted to pursue a career in fashion. What was already a rough start for a life, was multiplied by the use of drugs. From the outside, I can see and most others can see that drug addiction will only ever ruin lives. But what we don’t see is the perspective of the drug addicts. The only glimmer of hope they can find is drugs. Drugs shelter them from the pain they feel. Drugs make them feel invincible. But, of course, all of those things are temporary. 

Inspiration is a necessity in life, so you can’t blame people for seeking it in whatever they can. The world has made it so that drugs are easily accessible, but then you have people who are disgusted by drug users. Anyone that really wanted drugs, could easily get them. It doesn’t matter how young they are. Those people who become addicted to drugs will be cast away from society, despite once being young and full of hope.

In a way, Rebecca and others like her, are a form of inspiration. You can see the effects of drugs blatantly. I’m sure everyone here doesn’t want a life like that. But the question still stands, where do you find good inspiration? The answer is everywhere, as long as you look at things in the right way. Everything surrounding you is proof. Look around the room at your classmates, look at the floor, the ceiling, the computers, the books, all of it. Walk down the street and see different people and talk to them if you can. Each person and each object has a story behind it and that story is to be understood and used. Observe the successes, and failures, of others and see that you can do better. Perceive others as storybooks, waiting to be opened and read. Have conversations that lead to you being inspired. Inspiration is all around you. 

Quinn Guilfoyle
February 14, 2025

Inspiration—a topic each student approached with a unique blend of creativity and emotion. KHORI uses the vision of the Khori she wants to be years from now.

Inspiration.. something that we all want, something that we all need. In my life I’ve been inspired by many things, but my biggest inspirations are my mom, my best friend ,and the most important inspiration is my future. 

My mom inspires me so much and she doesn’t even realize it. She shows great resilience and compassion.  My mom grew up very poor in the city. She never had time for herself because her mom was always working and she had to take care of her brother. On top of all the struggles she faced, she still was able to get into Western and go to college. She maintained good grades and she was just overall a really smart person . Then she faced another really hard obstacle, which was me! 

My mom had me in college and she didn’t know what to do. On top of having a baby she was able to still go to college and get a job. She ended up saving her money and moving to the county where she was able to raise me and take care of me. It’s really just me and my mom since my dad and other siblings don’t live with me. Whenever I need something, I turn to her. I may argue with her and disagree with her a lot but that will never change the fact that I love her and she’s my inspiration to keep going and do something important with my life. 

My best friend is another really important inspiration to me. I remember the process of me moving to Baltimore County and I had nobody. I would often struggle with homework assignments and finding the right groups of people…  until I met my best friend She helped me a lot when I was struggling, even though she was struggling as well. She inspires me to show empathy to others even when I’m struggling personally.You never know what someone else is going through. 

Finally, my future inspires me. In the future I can see myself being a nurse and helping others when they can’t help themselves. So whenever I’m struggling with school or relationships ,I think of the person I want to be years from now and I just envision that goal. That is my main inspiration, the main reason why I keep going. 

Khori Mitchell 

2/14/25

Inspiration—a topic each student approached with a unique blend of creativity and emotion. JORDAN finds it in a heavy metal drummer with a big heart.

I’m inspired by a lot of things. I connect with the way lines are drawn on a piece of paper, the feeling of anger or sadness from colors on a painting, and the weight of a clay sculpture. In the past year, there’s been one person that inspired me the most. His name is Joey Jordison and he used to be the drummer for Slipknot. Since I grew up as Christian, I used to think that something bad would happen to me if I started listening to metal music, like I wouldn’t go to heaven in the afterlife. I was scared of metal because I was taught that it was evil.

I was scrolling through the internet one day and I found this show on Netflix. It’s called Aggretsuko and it’s about a red panda named Retsuko who has an average office job in Japan. People in higher positions treat her like she doesn’t know anything and insult her at work. Some of her co-workers constantly annoy her by giving backhanded compliments or invading her personal space. She gets rid of her stress by venting through death metal at a karaoke bar. Watching a few minutes of the show made me pause for a moment.

I could relate to this character because she bottles up her emotions and acts as a doormat for other people at her job. I started watching the show every weekend and I grew more and more attached to it each day. My perspective on metal music changed. It wasn’t satanic or evil like people around me said it was. Metal puts everything that makes you angry in a form of music so you can channel it in your mind and release it. From that moment on, I started to explore different bands that I could listen to.

After I did some research, I found a band that looked interesting. Their name was Slipknot and they started making music in 1995. Each member of the band had a creepy mask and a jumpsuit. The first album I listened to was Vol.3: (The Subliminal Verses). I listened to the album during a car ride with my cousin to her grandfather’s house. I didn’t understand the music at first, but I was trying to keep an open mind. As I listened to each song, I started to get really into it. 

I never knew that music could have such intense feelings. One thing I noticed was that the drumming was very fast paced and precise. The guitar has a crunchy, heavy feeling, and Slipknot uses a lot of samples from other songs and movies. I was curious about each member of Slipknot, so I did a lot of research on each of them. The drummer was way shorter than anyone else in the group and he had a fun personality. He was quiet most of the time, but when he did speak, it was relaxed and friendly.

He instantly became my favorite member of Slipknot. I watched his performances with Slipknot and other bands. He had so much energy when he played on stage with Slipknot and he would still be able to play, even when the platform for his drum kit rotated sideways. I was upset when I found out that he passed away on July 26, 2021 due to a neurological disorder. He was loved and celebrated in the metal community and is known as a legend. 

Joey is someone that I will never forget. He would still play on stage with Slipknot, even when he was in pain from his disorder. He inspired me to be a kinder person and enjoy what I do in my life. He taught me that people who made metal music weren’t bad at all, they were just doing what they loved. I wouldn’t be who I am today without learning about him. Inspiration can come from anywhere. For me, it came from a guy in a band with a big heart.

Jordan Smith
2/14/25

Inspiration—a topic each student approached with a unique blend of creativity and emotion.  LYRIC experiences it through the portals of the cartoon & movie multiverse.

Cartoon creators, voice actors, and movie actors really inspire me. I have always wanted to do voices of cartoon characters and act in shows and movies. I feel very inspired by how creative people can be when they make cartoons and movies. I want to be like them some day, creating cartoons, doing voice acting, and being a movie actor. 

I am specifically inspired by Disney and Nickelodeon voice actors. I want to be a Nickelodeon voice actor doing different voices from different cartoons, this is a dream job that I would never get tired of because I’m doing the things I love the most. But let’s stop talking about reality inspiration and get fictional. 

There I am in the cartoon and movie multiverse going through portal by portal, meeting the characters of cartoons and movie actors that inspire me the most. I ended up in the Guardians Of The Galaxy movie where I see the character I’ve been waiting to meet for decades. there he was! Drax, the one and only! He saw me and came up to me saying “What are you doing here? You’re not supposed to be in space.” I told him the backstory of me being a multiverse traveler, how he inspired me to be an actor, and how cool it was when he used to be in the WWE before he retired. I had a good time since he was a very humorous kind of guy, and then I left. 

I was going portal by portal again, having the time of my life until I ran into something and fell on the ground. It was a big clock ticking with its long arrows. It took me a minute to realize that I’m running out of time in the fictional universe and reality. Here I am right now in a canon event of running out of time trying to write my story and have a fun time traveling through movies and cartoons. I never mentioned that I can do multiple things at one time like leaving my current human body, typing a story at school, and traveling in the multiverse at the same time. But I was still confused on why there was a big ass clock in front of me, there’s no time limit to traveling in the multiverse! What in the world is going on, why is this happening? I looked over to my right and saw this logo of a parent smiling and a child filled with rage. It was a parental lock clock! What was this clock here for? I’m too old for parental lock stuff. This is absolutely absurd. I pulled out a big gun and shot at the clock. It took a while to break it and that made me rage, for a long time. It finally disappeared as I saw the logo fading away. 

Screw this. I’m going back to reality where I have two damn minutes left to write my story before my time is up. Goodbye now!

Lyric Avent
2/14/25

The students were tasked to write about DANGER. Hector told of the frightening time his then 3-year old brother wandered out of the house to explore the neighborhood.

A three-year old was out and roaming the streets by himself. He had just learned how to walk and made sure to take advantage of this new found freedom. 

My mom had gone to use the bathroom for a second and left my little brother downstairs. I was upstairs, minding my own business. My mom called out for me and she asked me if my brother was with me. I said no because I thought he was with her. I walk downstairs and see the front door slightly open. My mom started to panic and she rushed outside to find my little brother. She was so loud that it caused our next door neighbor to come outside and ask what was going on. My mom said that my brother had run out of the house and she couldn’t find him. My neighbor ran out of her house barefoot to help look for my brother. We all took different routes and I ran around half the block screaming my little brother’s name. My heart was racing and, in that moment, I felt like I could run a whole marathon. 

I asked this man sitting on the porch if he had seen him and he said he’ll keep an eye out. I kept looking and it ended up on me now finding him. Defeated, I walked back to my house and found both my mom and the neighbor there. My mom was about to cry and she suggested that I call the police. I was about to dial 911 when we saw this woman and her child carrying my little brother. Thankfully one of my mom’s friends found him about to cross the street and recognized him to be my mom’s son. Thankfully, the lady grabbed him and brought him back. Now we make sure to keep all of the doors locked.

 

The students were tasked to write about DANGER. Kendall writes about learning that an older & wiser friend “wasn’t nearly as smart” as she thought she was.

My whole life has been centered around danger… ever since I came out of my mother! My first interaction with danger was when I came into the world with a fever. They made me stay in the NICU for 16 days before I could come home. My mother stayed with me of course, but as my fever progressed, it started to become apparent to everyone that I would be in there for a while. As the days went on, my visitors list got shorter. Soon enough, it was just me and my mom. On night 15 is when my mom asked the nurses if I could sleep in the room with her rather than with the rest of the babies. This is the night my fever started to go down. Not only was my fever completely gone, it was the first night I slept soundly. 

When I was first brought home, my family didn’t make a big fuss or anything. No one came to see how my mom was , or how I was. It was just a normal day. Nothing stopped or started. They had apparently started selling some of my things because they didn’t think I’d be home at all. My life since then has pretty much been just that. No big fuss or anything. I mean I don’t mind now, but when I was a kid I couldn’t understand why my family hated me. Well , it felt like hate. I would have choir shows and none of my family would come except for my mom. Then I would go to my cousin’s school shows and our whole family was there. It made me sad at first. I felt like I had to work extra hard and be at every family event. 

After a while I started to feel like nothing was enough. That was probably one of the most dangerous points in my life. I started getting suspended, hanging with older people, and just doing things I had no business doing. I thought I was untouchable, like nothing bad could happen to me. Boy, was I wrong. 

While hanging out with my old best friend one day, she pulled out a pill. We were in 8th grade. Mind you, she was 15 and I was only 13. She broke the pill in half and gave me my serving. I was not a pill popper and neither was she, but her mother was. I used to listen to whatever she said because I thought she was older and smarter than me. I was only right about one of those. She popped her half and I put mine in my mouth, but something in my heart was telling me not to swallow it. I went into a stall and spit it in the toilet. I could pretend to act like I was high or whatever. We said we would meet each other at lunch to see how we feel. When lunch finally rolled around, I looked everywhere for her but she was nowhere to be found. I asked someone who was in her class before lunch and they said that she had to go to the hospital to get her stomach pumped. I don’t know if she took anything else or if it was the pill. Everyone in the school made fun of her for being a pill popper. They said she was slumped over drooling on the ground. Then that’s when I started to realize she wasn’t nearly as smart as I thought she was.