A Soul’s Music


In the depths of a soul

lies a story untold

It’s something that lives in the dark

 

It’s something not old

It’s very much bold

A music, soothing as a harp

 

It speaks with a voice so timid

And it sings a beautiful tune

As for passion, it knows no limit

And it wishes to not meet its doom

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Second Semester Schedule Change Rant


There’s a new schedule that the administration is going to implement this semester. In this rant, I am going to bring up many points and arguments debating the change.

For one, the student body is not being represented in their process. What I mean is, in order for something to be done that will better the student body as a whole, a wide variety of students out of the student body need to be represented. A council including people from all grades, social statuses, family situations, grade standings, and cultural backgrounds should be at the meetings that the staff are having. There needs to be diversity.

The staff cannot base its “intervention”, if you will, solely on the fact that students are doing worse than they have in previous years. It may be true that there are more people with bad grades, but there are lots of things that factor into a student’s grade output. Continue reading

The Playground


The Playground

  When I first saw the playground from afar, I realized how exciting it was. It was so beautiful and shiny. The slide was so tall! The sandboxes so deep! A child’s paradise! Oh how I wanted to set foot on that playground! I saw it, and I knew, I just knew, that I would claim it as mine someday.

I craved this playground because of the joy it brought to me in my dreams. I dreamt of this playground many nights. The dreams were usually vivid and I could remember them after waking up.

In one of my dreams, I grabbed on to the sparkly surface of the monkey bars and I just hung there, without a care in the world. I enjoyed the feeling of blood rushing to my head after hanging upside-down for a while. I always went to the monkey bars on the playground in my dreams. I could’ve stayed on them forever, in that state of bliss and carelessness.

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