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Topic: STUFF. We’re surrounded by stuff in life…and in the TCS classroom. Stuff we barely notice. The students were challenged to focus their creativity on a tangible bit of the room they occupy every day.

JUDAH…personifies the omnipresent student water bottles with humor, pathos and street cred.

Stuff. (Yeah that’s the title).

It was a peaceful early morning when me and my people were violently grabbed by giant hands that fell from the sky. I was enclosed in darkness until I woke up in a room. We were spread apart in the room. My wife and my best friend were placed in a corner while I was far away on another desk. At first, everything was quiet. Until I witnessed the unthinkable. My wife was picked up off a table and water was forced down her throat. Then one of the giants lifted her up to their face and started sucking the life out of her. The same happened to my best friend. I was then grabbed and taken to another room, I wasn’t even able to process what had happened. 

When I got to the room a name tag was placed on me. It read Mohamed. I was then left in the room… Traumatized. The room was dark and I was placed in a cup holder so I couldn’t turn my head around but I heard a voice. 

Crackhead bottle: “Yo n**ga, what up”?

Me: Hello, is someone there? Who are you?

Crackhead bottle: You know who I am, I’m Crackhead bottle and you, owe me money, n**ga!!! 

Me: I don’t even know who you are, why would I owe you money-

Just then the giants came back into the room and grabbed us again. We were taken into another room and I was able to get a good glimpse of Crackhead bottle. He was a bottle with a red cap and cow prints and he had a long beard and a name tag that said Kennedy. We were then placed in a room with other bottles… but these ones were different. I was used to the bottles of my tribe which were all black bottles, but these bottles were pink and purple. When the giants left the room, some of the pink and purple bottles started closing in on me and Crackhead bottle. “What are you doing here?” a giant bright pink and purple bottle yelled. 

Me: “We were grabbed and taken in here”. Do you have any idea of what’s going on?”

Pink and purple bottle: If I knew anything I wouldn’t tell the likes of you people. 

Me: What do you mean “you people”. 

Crackhead bottle: Ya’ll need to calm down before the giants hear us and force us to deepthroat their water. We should come to an agreement and rise up to the giant forces.

Me: He’s right. Fighting amongst ourselves is going to get us nowhere. We need to figure out a plan.

So we started planning. The next giant came to grab us, we were ready. Right when they opened the door, we all jumped out and attacked them in the face. Then we rolled down to an open area with a whole bunch of giants. But we were prepared. We started by rolling around to make them trip over us and then we stepped on their faces. After the bloodshed was done, no giant had survived and we had to create a living system for our people to live as one. In the end, everyone lived happily ever after. The End.

Judah E. Patterson

11/14/2025