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Tuesday, November 29, 2022

The Warmth and Thankfulness of Fall

 




Welcome to this month's November edition of submissions.  We have 9 pieces that range from recipes, to a couple of short stories and a book review.

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All my love and always remember to Feed Your Soul,

Mrs. Solano

xoxo

I AM GRATEFUL FOR ALL OF YOU!!!!


Losing Weight--Reagan

 


The weight of my actions. The weight of their expectations. The weight of the world.


At eighteen, we are not old enough to legally drink alcohol but we are old enough to

choose our nation’s leader. That idea is funny to me. It is also funny to me that by the age of

eighteen I should know exactly what I want to do with my life. Scratch that—not eighteen. It is

probably more like age fourteen because that is the earliest I can start racking up activities and

awards to put on all my college applications. Coincidentally, fourteen is also when people start

asking me who the cute boys at school are. Fifteen is when they start asking me if I have started

learning how to drive. Sixteen is when they start asking me if I have thought about college yet.

Seventeen is when they start asking me what college I am going to. When will they start asking

me if all this weight is too much to bear?


The only way I can think to describe this weight is chaotic. It makes me feel as if I am

not good enough. This weight is constantly hovering over me dictating my decisions. I am

constantly asking myself, “What should I have done better?” My rational thoughts try to ease the

weight to provide some relief. What I get instead is a spiral of unforgiving doubt. I go from

questioning minor mistakes to believing that I am not good enough for anyone or anything.

Reading back what I have just said, it seems almost irrational. I almost feel like I should not even

be complaining. Until I remember that I am just seventeen years old. I am still a kid in the eyes

of the law yet their perspective will change in just one day.


As the amount of time shrinks between now and college, the weight grows. It grows

heavier and more consuming. I would not say I am afraid of college or leaving home. I would

say I am nervous that nothing will ever be the same again. I may never get to share a home with

my sisters again. Annoying as it is, them stealing my t-shirts is a welcome reminder that they are

always there. My parents might live hours away from me. That distance means I will need a

couple gallons or so of gas to be able to get a hug from my mom when I have had a bad day.

Well, now that I think about it, it will also depend on if my schedule permits it. Possibly, I will

never again get to see that table group from first period junior year that made me laugh

uncontrollably. The fact that I am leaving all of this behind makes me homesick before I have

even left home.


The weight I am describing sort of feels like a back pack. It is unseemingly heavy and

annoying but I need it. I need it because without it I would not be prepared for the school day

ahead. I would walk out the door and into the day with no knowledge of what to expect. Except

it is not a backpack, it is life experiences and it is not a school day, it is my future. So I guess that

means that the weight is actually a good thing for me. Even though sometimes it feels like it is

pulling me down and pushing me over, it keeps me steady in times of great confusion.


Without my life experiences, I would not have become my own person. Had I not

experienced loss at a young age, I may have not had such value for the little things in life. My

experience with my little siblings is important to my maturity. The relationship I have with my

parents has taught me to always be respectful and to know when to stand my ground. Ultimately,

I have learned to be thankful for this weight because if I lost it, I would have nothing.


The weight of my actions reminds me to think with my head but to follow my heart. The

weight of their expectations gives me self confidence and sets my personal standards for what I

deserve. The weight of the world excites me for all of the life that I will get to experience. Even

though it often feels like too much pressure, it is just the right amount to prepare me for the

future and everything that comes with it.

After Graduation--Lanh

 


    I was walking down the stairs of the loud flowery stage, diploma in hand; today was meant for celebration and completion of my hard work yet I walk down feeling like I never actually accomplished anything. I sat back down in my seat, hearing the last couple names being called. Thankfully I had the energy to be all dressed up in my suit and tie, but my hair wasn’t even gelled properly. Compared to all of these students here, I didn’t make some charity that reached a half million dollars, I didn’t get awarded a ten grand scholarship for a school abroad, nor did I get any special cords. My college applications were never submitted, I just wasn’t ready yet. 

    “We did it, huh?” I knew who was talking to me but I didn’t want to talk to anybody right now. “What college are you going to?” 

    “I’m taking a gap year.” I answered, I knew it’d take the Pacific ocean for this guy to ever stop trying to make small talk with anybody. I knew he was also the type of person to act like nothing even happened in the situation either. I'm over it but I still can’t help but to feel some kind of resentment towards him. 

    “Actually, I was thinking about moving to Asia for a bit so I’m taking a gap year too.” I knew he would lie about this too, this guy next to me is just the same as I am. We’re just two kids, too scared to become adults so we don’t make any choices or decisions to take our first step into the world. High school was just a pond, college is a lake, and the outside world is an ocean; if you didn’t know how to or didn’t have the courage to swim, you would die. 

    “We both know that you aren’t going anywhere out of this town…” 

    “I guess you’re right. Are you doing anything after right now?” 

    “My parents aren’t even here right now, I’m probably just going to walk home and sleep like everybody else.” 

    “Then do you want to go somewhere with me for a bit? Just for old time sake I guess.” I finally turned to him. He looked the same as he did freshman year, nothing much really changed other than he got taller and he dyed his hair back black. His eyes looked even duller than before though. 

    “Fine. But I’m not going to stay for long.” He let out a weak laugh, everytime I used to say that, I’d always end up going home late. 

    “Alright, let’s go to my car right now. I’ll stop by at a gas station for snacks really quickly.” 

    “I don’t have any money on me though.” 

    “You could just pay for my drinks when we’re older and meet up by chance.” That was another lie, today was probably going to be the last time I ever see this guy alive again. After all that he told me when we were friends, there was no way that he would wait until he was of drinking age. It’s probably why I’m hanging out with him again, even after what he did with my girlfriend and friend group. 

    “I’ll be right back.” He left his cap and gown in the back of the car, he already looks like an office worker with a suit on. It’s a shame that I don’t think he’ll ever apply to a company, he seems like the type to be a corporate slave. 

    I looked out of the window of the car, a tired construction worker got out of his truck and got a pack of cigarettes to smoke right outside the store while on his phone. A woman in a suit and nicely put up hair walked out of the store while on a call, she just downed an energy bottle and slammed the door of her car. Jun opened the car door with cans of soda, which turned out to be beer. 

    “How the hell did you get these?” 

    “I just asked the woman that just walked out to buy me a couple cans because I ‘left my wallet at the office.’ C’mon let’s go.” What was he thinking getting these…? We just got our diplomas yet he;s already doing something reckless again. 

    “Don’t worry, we’ll just go up the hill and try these. No one is going to know as long as we just don’t tell them.” 

    We drove for a short amount of time since our school was near the mountains. Jun parked smoothly and left the van to sit on the ledge of the trunk. I hesitated but ended up going out there to sit with him. He opened one of the cans and handed it to me then opened his own. 

    “Cheers.” 

    “Cheers…” We both took a sip. 

    I spat it out. 

    “Adults drink this stuff…? Are we supposed to drink this stuff at company dinners and pretend we like it?” 

    “I guess we do, haha. Let’s just dump them. I got cola and a Dr. Pepper in the other bag.” It went silent. The wind was cold but I finally took off my cap and gown and threw it over the back seat. 

     “Arien, look… I’m sorry for everything that happened this year.” 

    “You don’t have to apologize. I knew she liked you from the beginning but settled with me, and I was desperate for someone to be beside me. And the guys were your friend before they were mine as well.”

     “I just felt guilty for the rest of the year about it. I’m sorry. You really were my closest friend and I never got the chance to apologize.” 

    “It’s fine, I don’t think about it anymore… I’ve been too stressed out with life to be hung up on some high school drama. Anyways, are you going to live longer like you promised me?” 

    “I don’t know. It’s like you said before. I’m too anxious to step out of this damned routine of waking up and going to school and it’s not like I have enough money to move out of my dad’s house. Staying there for any longer would push me off the cliff.” 

    “You could always room with your many friends for a bit until you have enough money. Even if I’m terrified of drowning in society, I’m going to at least try and swim first. If I’m willing to do it, you should at least try with me… Like how we tried that disgusting drink together.” He stared off in the distance in peace, I hope I got to him a little. No matter how much he has wronged me before, I don’t want him to turn to something like this as an escape. “It’s not always going to be this bad, Jun. It’s better to say that we tried than to not try at all, as cheesy as that sounds, we just have to try… Then you can die with the satisfaction that you made the effort to live.” 

    Our conversation went on until the sun began to rise. Talking with an old friend about what we plan to do in life gave me hope that I’ll have someone there right beside me who is just as scared as I am to be an adult. Even if it was small stuff like how we were going to dorm together and get a fish. I’m glad I was here to prevent him from quitting today, he got to see the sun rise again. Small stuff like that I’m sure he’s grateful for. But how long will this last? All I hope for is that we’re going to be okay. 

    Maybe I did accomplish something.

How to: Bake your own pumpkin bread--Ella



Ever since I was young, my favorite time of the year has been fall. Specifically November. This was one of the few months that my grandma gets to come down and visit my family. She lives in Nevada, so she is not able to come very often. But I look forward to every Thanksgiving she gets to come stay at my house. I cherish the time I get to spend with her, and I always look forward to baking with her, it’s her favorite thing to do. My favorite thing to bake with her is pumpkin bread, the perfect bakery item for the holidays. The flavor of the bread matches perfectly with the time of year and really puts you in the spirit. This has been a tradition between my grandma and I for about 10 years now. Every year around Thanksgiving, the two of us make pumpkin bread for the entire family. It is also a part of our tradition that we deliver it to everyone’s houses once it is completely baked and ready to go. We give everyone enough to last them for a couple of days. But everyone in my family loves it so much that it is gone by the next morning! I can’t blame them though, whenever we have the pumpkin bread sitting in the kitchen, I always grab some for breakfast, lunch, and even after dinner. This pumpkin bread is super good, but you have to make it right. This recipe has to be followed very carefully, as it is easy to mess up. I haven’t even been able to master the recipe yet, even after years of making it, so I always leave it up to my grandma to take the lead. If you follow the recipe attentively and take your time, your pumpkin bread can come out tasting perfect. All of the instructions are listed down below, good luck and enjoy! 

DRY ingredients: 

3 ½ cups of flour 

3 tsp baking soda 

½ tsp baking powder 

1 ½ tsp salt 

1 tsp nutmeg 

½ tsp cinnamon 

⅓ tsp ground cloves 

3 cup sugar 

WET ingredients

1 cup oil 

4 eggs 

⅔ cup water 

2 cup pumpkin puree 

Supplies: 

Kitchen aid - this item is optional, you are welcome to use a big bowl in replacement or anything of your choice that will fit all of the ingredients. 

Measuring cups - 1 cup, ⅔ cup 

Measuring spoons 

Loaf pans - you can use any sized pan you want, however is you use mini pans, check on your bread every few minutes so it does not overcook 

Crisco (to coat your pans) 

 STEPS: 1. Preheat your oven to 350 degrees 

2. Add all dry ingredients to a bowl first, then mix together 

3. Add all of the wet ingredients to the dry ingredients you just mixed - mix until the texture is smooth with no chunks, the consistency should be like cake batter. Here is an example of what your final mix should look like:


4. Coat loaf pans with crisco, afterwards coat the pan with flour - this step is so that the pumpkin bread won’t stick to your pans once they are done cooking. My grandma always reminds me that this is one of the most important steps because your pumpkin bread wont taste the same if it gets stuck in the pan. 
5. Pour your pumpkin bread batter to about the halfway mark of the flour coated pans. This is what your pans should look like once everything is poured: 




6. Place you pans with filled with your pumpkin bread batter into the oven 
7. Bake for 1 hour, To ensure that your pumpkin bread is cooked all the way through, use a long wooden skewer to poke a hole through the bread. If it comes out clean that means it is ready to come out of the oven. If there is any batter on it, leave it in for a few more minutes. This is another important step that my grandma taught me, nobody wants uncooked food. 
8. Once your pumpkin bread is finished baking, take it out of the oven using oven mitts to protect your hands, then place in the fridge to cool for about 15 minutes 
9. After the pumpkin bread has cooled and has been taken out of the fridge, it is ready to eat! Make sure to cover any leftover pumpkin bread with foil, this will guarantee the bread to last for multiple days after it is baked! Congratulations! You have finished baking your pumpkin bread. Hopefully it looks something similar to this and you can enjoy it for the holidays:






Frost--Marcus

 


This review will be about the book Frost by M. P. Kozlowsky published on October 11, 2016 and is set in a dystopian world where mankind has fallen due to the advancement of technology. The story itself follows the journey of a young girl named Frost and the challenges she faces in the ruined world. However she is not alone as she has a pet which is the only living companion Frost has and is a creature called a broot that she named Romes . Frost does have another by her side but it is a robot servant named Bunt that follows her in hopes of keeping her safe from the dangers of the city that they reside in. Frost´s father is mentioned as a character that participates in the story but not in the way one would expect as he has already died before the story started and transferred his consciousness into Bunt. Even though Frost´s father was able to do this it was imperfect which resulted in his conscious flickering in at random times and he could sometimes be gone for a long time so he could not always be there for his daughter. These are some of the major characters in Kozlowsky´s book and have the most prevalence in the story. The Journey is set when Frost´s pet falls ill and will perish if no treatment is administered knowing that Frost uses the information she learned from books before the fall of mankind, that if anything were to save her pet it would have to be the technology they previously had. So she sets off to find any remnants left of mankind to see if they can save the last living being important in her life despite Bunt´s warnings. Kozlowsky´s story takes a major shift from this point as it was once Frost living her life almost frozen in time as she was always trapped in the same space. But the moment she leaves that lifestyle it switches to a story filled with thriller, horror, and gore. As the world has collapsed due to too much advancement in technology there many of the conflicts derive from robots that have gone rogue but they are not the only dangerous beings in the story as there are humans as well who have had to live through all the chaos leading them to have cruel and cold personalities which leads to some of them going as far to throw away their humanity as it is the only way they can live. On the other spectrum we have Frost who when compared to the other humans is all but an anomaly because of the amount of humanity and compassion she has left in her as she was always stuck in her home so she did not face the full dangers of the world. Kozlowsky´s story is mainly focused on Frost and her character development as she continues to learn new things and meet new people. The other characters that are introduced along the way are not there just to develop Frost alone and instead are also developed as they meet and get to know Frost as to them she is something new and refreshing in their cold lives because of the new types of emotions she shows them that they never felt before. This can put a character's essence into question as it can be hard to believe that one young naive girl can change a person who has had to live while going as far as sacrificing others. However if one were to think about it in a way that from the character's perspective in a world where everyone is cold and selfish a person like Frost is an outlier and one that would gain attention from how she is able to show them a glimpse of their peaceful past. What it means to be human and identity are themes this book revolves around as Frost would represent true human nature that would affect those around her. Identity is also a theme that is very straight forward in this book as when Frost is on her journey she begins to learn more about herself and the new emotions that were not previously there arise. 

Kozlowsky´s book Frost may not be high level literature but it is still a great book in terms of literary value and reader interest as it has character development that made me want to keep reading as I would want to see what how certain people could change based on decisions they would have to make and so I was constantly imagining myself in that characters place and trying to predict their actions and comparing them with what I thought I would have done.

How To Bake a Pumpkin Pie--Paige



    Fall is finally here and there is nothing I love more about this time of year than baking! I make cookies, caramel apples, brownies, and my personal favorite, pies. I have loved baking ever since I was little and have spent a lot of time in the kitchen perfecting the art of making a Pumpkin Pie from scratch. I have discovered some hacks, and tasty ingredients that create a deliciously sweet pie. 

    There are two main parts to any pie, the crust and the filling. The crust is by far the most important, because while your filling can be delicious, it won’t have the same flavor if the crust is bad (I’m speaking from experience). While store bought pie crusts take less time to prepare, they do not deliver the same flaky and buttery texture as a homemade one. So that is where we will begin. 

STEP 1- Crust: 

    First, place 2 cups (C.) of flour and ½ teaspoon (tsp.) salt in a large bowl and mix together. Then, slice ¼ C. shortening into smaller blocks (image 1) and add to the flour mixture. 

With a large fork, combine the flour and shortening together until the shortening is pea sized (image 2). It usually takes a few minutes to break down all the large chunks (see note 2). I make sure to combine it well, getting all of the loose flour from the bottom of the bowl mixed in with the shortening. Once it is combined, I pour 7-8 tablespoons (Tbs.) of cold water onto the dough one at a time; tossing the mixture in between each Tbs., moving the wet dough to the sides of the bowl to allow the drier parts to receive more water. Then, I roll the dough into a ball trying to grab all of the flour from the bottom and sides of the bowl (see note 3). It’s ok if it is a little crumbly, but it should be able to hold its shape well when squeezed/packed (see note 4). Once I have my dough ball, I set it aside and sprinkle flour on a clean surface. Placing the ball on the surface, I use a rolling pin to roll the dough into a 10 inch circle; making sure to roll from the middle out so I get an even crust (see note 5). To prevent the dough from sticking to the rolling pin, I sprinkle flour on the top of the dough and cover my pin in a layer of flour and add more, as needed, when I see the dough beginning to stick. Finally, I prepare a 9 inch pie pan and grease it. I use Pam Cooking Spray or butter (see note 6). Then, I fold any excess dough hanging from the edges, underneath and pinch to create the edge of my pie crust (image 3). 



    Finally, I poke the crust with a fork so it will aerate as it bakes. Then, I cover it with a cloth and set aside while I prepare the filling. 

STEP 2- Filling: 

    First, I set the oven to 375° F so it can preheat while I make the filling. Next, in a large bowl I combine a 15 oz. can of Libby’s 100% Pure Pumpkin with ⅔ C. sugar, 1 tsp. ground cinnamon, ½ tsp. ground ginger, and ½ tsp. ground nutmeg. Then, I add 3 slightly beaten eggs and mix them until it is just incorporated. After, I slowly add in 1 - 14 oz. can of sweetened and condensed milk (I use the La Lechera brand) and ½ C. milk. I mix it together until it is well combined. 

STEP 3- Putting it together:

     I pour the mixture into the pie crust and put it in the oven to bake for 50 minutes (see note 7), or until the top is set and the center is slightly jiggly. I take it out of the oven and place it on the stove, or a metal rack to cool for 1-2 hours. Then, I cover it in plastic wrap and place it in the refrigerator to cool for an additional 2 hours (optional). It is then ready to serve and I top it with tons of whipped cream for a tasty fall dessert! This has quickly become one of my favorite pies to make for its simple filling and delicious taste. I totally recommend trying it this Thanksgiving season! 



 NOTES: 

1. I prefer a thick crust for my pies, so I double my crust recipe (which are the measurements shown). If you prefer thinner crusts, you may want to half this recipe. 

2. If I have large chunks of shortening I split them with my hands and roll it in the flour at the bottom of the bowl. 

3. If the ball does not come together nicely, I knead the dough a few times and fold it into itself to equally distribute moisture throughout it. 

4. Making crust is best in cooler weather because you do not want the shortening to melt. This is what will make your crust crumbly and difficult to mold into a ball. If it is hot, you may want to put the dough into the fridge for a few minutes to allow it to solidify once again. 

5. I pick up my crust when I'm halfway to the full size of my circle. I re-flour the surface and flip my crust to the opposite side so it does not stick to the counter. 

6. I sprinkle brown sugar inside the pan after I grease it. This not only adds a sweet taste to the crust, but makes it easier for the crust to slide from the pan. 

7. To prevent the crust from overbaking, I place foil on the outside of the crust for the first 25 min., then remove the foil for the last 25 min. 

IMAGES: 1. Cut Shortening 

2. Pea Sized Pie Crust 

3. Personal Photo 

4. Completed Pie 

Not as Scary as it Sounds--Derek

 


The world could not comprehend it. It was not real to them. The efforts of those who could have prevented this catastrophe continuously failed and it was that very sad day that they had to tell this truth.

 Come 14 hours and everybody will be gone. 

Nothing and nobody will remember them, no remnants of their history will remain. 300,000 years of human advancement vanishing in an event so very unclear in their minds. Many people dealt with this knowledge in different ways. 

Korey Avila was a 18 year old boy who lived his short life studying, stressing, and suffering for a career he had dreamt of since he was a child. Korey was always told that he had a grand future ahead of him, always told that he was the most hardworking and brightest boy in both his year and more above. It was words like those that inflated and deflated his ego. Those affirmations were a source of burden and constant torment to him. Those words were thorns that constantly pricked into his being every 5:00 A.M. to 12:00 P.M. Strangely, however, the thorns comforted him. Its pain reminded him that eventually his efforts would be paid back in full. That his struggle would lead him to have a life filled with money, love, and meaning. Korey, who was seated at his desk, checked the clock in his room. He, soon after, checked his phone. That was when he saw the grim report. All he could do in that first hour was stare, stare at something that marked the end of his life. However to him it was so much more, his goals he had oh so struggled for all crumbled in that moment. The work that he had so depressingly devoted his whole being into turned to sludge. His achievements which mattered so much to him, became meaningless in the end. Korey looked back at what he had accomplished in his life and despite doing all these things he was “proud of”, he could not pinpoint a memory where he could think fondly of. It was in that second hour, Korey passed on. 

Fange Celle was a 29 year old woman who loved to cook and eat. She, who spent 8 years of her life incarcerated, became a free woman the day before humanity's extinction. The day she was freed, was a day of indulgence in various food items she had not had in a long time. She filled her gut with an ecstatic grin on her face with every bite. Thankful towards the world and people who had granted her this blessing of delicious effin’ food. However there was something in Fange’s stomach that had yet to be satiated. A craving that could not be found in any of the stores or restaurants she went to. Fange was finally free and since she still had a house to go back to, she had set her sights on getting ingredients to cook for the day after. It was after she had gathered the ingredients and was walking back to her car that she had thought how amazing the free world was. It was that next morning as she was prepping her ingredients in her beat up kitchen that an announcement came upon her barely functioning TV. That first hour, she passionately chopped, diced, and stirred. The second hour, she was feeling adventurous so she fried, steamed, and grilled. The third hour, she cried. Her chest tightened and almost like she was back in her personal hell, was trapped again. She had gotten her freedom for only a day at that point, only for it to be taken away. Fange was imprisoned again by not only her own mistakes but by the world. The walls in that hour seemed to be staring at her, peering into her soul and binding her to the ground as she sobbed. Fange managed to pull herself up, serve herself, sit at her rickety table in the kitchen, and eat. Food was the one thing that always cheered her up but picking her utensils up to eat was the hardest thing to do at that moment. After every bite, bittersweet memories of the past peered in her mind. Memories of her mother and father happily making food for her, memories of her parents trying their hardest to raise a troubled youth like herself, memories of their despair and disappointment as the judge laid out her sentence. Fange was indulging not for joy but regret. They died midway through her sentence and she never got to see them as a free woman again. She finished her plate with a painful emptiness in her chest. She was still not satisfied. Fange remembered the crepes her parents used to make with her as a child and in that fifth hour, she gathered up what she could to make it. The process was dreadful; However, bits of joy sprung up as more and more memories of her lovely parents flooded her brain. With every mouthful she got in the food became easier to stomach, her bindings loosened, it was hitting the spot. The indulgence this time was not regret but joy. Eating that much cuisine had begun to put Fange into a food coma. Fange went to her room, peered and reminisced over one last time and went to lay in her bed. She laid on her back, forearms pointing up, and slept a long and peaceful sleep 

Rami Barock was a 39 year old man who had no spouse, no children, and no friends. The only connection he had was a chronically sick 32 year old little brother, Martinus Barock. To Rami, Martinus was the only thing he needed. Despite his sickness, Martinus was a very charismatic and joyful man, he was the kind of dude that would be stared at not due to his very visible sickness but the damn heart that he would put into everything. Although he had a lot of friends, he preferred to hang with his brother for the majority of his time. To Martinus, Rami was the only thing he needed. The sad day for humanity coincided with an annual tradition Rami and Martinus had done for years. When they heard the announcement from a neighbor who was manically tearing down their own house, they both did not experience the fear they thought they would. They could visibly see the chaos that was sprouting from each household but they were not scared. Despite the mayhem that had been erupting throughout the town, city, state, and world, they began to set up their garage. As they set up for the next 4 hours, the world in their eyes began to get smaller. That was when they began to sing. As children both Rami and Martinus loved to play music and sing but due to their circumstances they were only able to divulge fully once a year. The brothers did not waste one second of their time as they sang their souls out to no one but each other. It was towards the end of the thirteenth hour that they sang their swan song and with their fatigue they both slouched on the floor of the garage looking towards the sky. 

“Martinus…I love you” 

“Haha, you sound sad?” 

“Yeah…but I’m glad we got to do this”

 “Yeah” 

“How long do you think we have”

 “Us? Ha, not much time. No one does” 

“There is nothing we could do, huh?” 

“By now? Nothing”

“…”

 “...”

 “Are you happy, Martinus? Was I a good older brother?” 

“Very happy… Rami?” 

“Yes”

 “You were an amazing brother” 

“...”

 “You know, Rami. Leaving this world is not as scary as it sounds”

Thankful--Jayden

 


    With Thanksgiving just around the corner, it is time to celebrate the meaning of the
holiday. As it clearly states in the name, during this day, we “give thanks” and remember the
things we are thankful for. We also indulge in a multitude of delicious foods with our loved ones
to celebrate Thanksgiving. But what exactly does it mean to be thankful? It is essential to open
our eyes to the good fortunes we have been blessed with in our lives. We must dive deeper into
the meaning of the word “thankful” in order to truly appreciate the day of Thanksgiving.
    There are many definitions of thankful that can be used to encompass its worth.
According to the Merriam Webster dictionary, thankful means to be “conscious of benefit
received.” When we feel thankful, we are appreciative due to the advantages we are given from
someone. Whether it be our parents or friends, we are thankful for these people around us
because they impact our lives positively. We could be thankful for either physical gifts they give
or the support they provide for us. We can be thankful for the selflessness someone shows us.
We can be thankful for the generosity someone shares with us. We can be thankful for the joy
people bring into our lives to make it brighter. The people around us have the ability to help us
truly understand the definition of being thankful.
    There are many physical objects we can be thankful for, as well. In the light of
Thanksgiving, we are thankful for the food on the table because it provides us with a hearty
meal made with love to share with our family. In addition, we are thankful for the roof over our
heads to keep us safe and have a place to call home. We are also thankful for our clothes that
give us warmth and comfort in how we express ourselves. I know most of us are especially
thankful for a break from school, too. All of these examples express materialistic thankfulness
that we partake in when we benefit from objects and appreciate the advantages they bring.
    So, what I want you to take away from my examples is remembering all of the things you
are thankful for that you may overlook everyday. You can be thankful for something as small as
having a good night’s rest or as big as waking up to a new day with good health. The feeling of
being thankful can fill our hearts with love and compassion for the things that surround us. It can
also give us time to focus on the good fortune we have when life becomes difficult. If we take
the time to appreciate what we are thankful for, we can become happier and feel more fulfilled
with our lives on a daily basis. Surround yourself with things that you are thankful for to reap the
benefits of the joys in life. On that note, what are you particularly thankful for this holiday break?

My First Love--Hazen

 


It is September 18, 2010 and I am about to play my first ever soccer match. Not knowing that this match would change my life forever. My dad wakes me up at 9 in the morning as my game was at 11. I didn’t remember why my dad was changing me into my soccer clothes. I realized I was playing soccer when my mom brought in a box from her closet. My mom said,”Ten mijo abre la caja.” Little did I know my parents had given me my first ever pair of soccer cleats. They were a pair of Nike Mercurial Vapors in a black colorway. In excitement I tell my parents,”Gracias!” and go hug them. It was 9:30 in the morning and we had to go. My mom had her purse and the snack bag, while my dad had the cooler and chairs to put in the trunk of the car. I strapped myself in my seat and was ready to play my first soccer match. I remember my team’s name was the Fighter Jets and our jerseys were red, black shorts, and red shorts. I was wearing my brand new cleats and my mom gave me a spiky hairstyle that day. On the car ride to the game, my dad gave me a whole pep talk on what to do as if I am going to understand anything that he is saying. By the time I get to the field and meet with my teammates and coach it is 10 am. It was a warm, sunny Saturday morning in september. All you hear from various directions is the noise of parents cheering on their kids. Some say,”KICK THE BALL!”, some would yell their kids name in a motivating way to go chase and kick the ball. You can hear the sound of whistles from the referees on the field. 

We did our warmups and stretches and it was time for us to get on the field. The whistle blew and there were the Fighter Jets and Hazen Arias taking the field by storm. Since I never played a soccer match, the instruction I was given was to kick the ball into the goal. About 15 minutes went by and I had the ball in our own half. I take one player, then another, and next thing you know it was just me and the keeper. I had one job left and that was to put the ball past the keeper. I kick the ball in the net and hear the roar from the parents on the sideline. I had scored my first ever goal. All I can remember from this moment was the feeling of excitement. As I score, I see all the parents on my team jump up and down in joy. I looked towards my parents and it was the first time I can remember both of my parents having the biggest smiles on their faces. I saw a face of relief from my dad as well, since soccer basically runs in my family’s blood and nothing much. From that moment on I figured out that if I put the ball in the goal it meant I was doing a job and most importantly the team was winning. Since all the players were 5 years old, there were 4 quarters with the length of about 10 minutes each. Halftime came and I had about 2 goals, We were losing 6-2. I was the only one to score for my team. I remember my mom giving me a pep talk. She said,”Dale mijo tu puedes.” This translated to her saying,”Keep going son, you can do it.” 

I remember nodding yes and drinking my gatorade that the team mom brought for the team. We get back on the field and are ready to play another 20 mins. Throughout the match I was seen as unstoppable. We ended up winning the game 8 - 6, with me scoring another 6 goals in the second half. At the end of the game, a tiny 5 year old Hazen Arias with black NIke cleats and classic spiky hair look had found his love for this random sport called soccer. I remember running through a tunnel that the parents had made for us at the end of the game. As we run under the arms of the parents they yell out,”WOOO!” in a congratulating way.I had played my first ever game of soccer and I don’t think it could have gone any better. I was given a goodie bag and went straight to my parents where they had open arms for me. Both of my parents gave me tight hugs and congratulated me for what I just did. I was treated like a king after that. My parents got me a Happy Meal and I was the happiest kid in the world with my toy. Never would I have thought I would feel so much emotion from one game. Ever since, I have stuck with soccer and couldn’t be any more grateful for the journey. The meaning that I got from this game was that soccer was destined for me and that I could go far with it. This sport has given me so many moments of joy, moments of disappointment, and so many different experiences. The bonds and friendships I have made over the years are to die. I love this sport with my life and won't ever let anything stop me from playing. It has always been here for me and became my first love. To this day, I play soccer at the club level and play for the Varsity team at the school. Since my freshman year, I have been on Varsity and could never be any more grateful for what the program has done for me. Last year, one of my best friends, Miguel Muñoz and I were given captaincy of the team. This sport has brought me so many memories and experiences that I will never forget. To this day, I am trying to find a college/university to play soccer in, but regardless of anything I love this sport with all my heart.

Acceptance--Alton

 


Playing on the high school basketball team these last four years has had its ups and downs. Unfortunately, there have been more downs than ups. This rollercoaster of stress, pain, and isolation has mainly been due to the lack of acceptance in the basketball world. At a competitive school like this one, there’s a certain breed or mold of person that survives for the most part. If you don’t fit into that build, you have your work cut out for you. I have never fit into the hyper-aggressive, confident, and boisterous, personality type that is expected by not only teammates but coaches as well. This has made me an outsider for most of my time as a high school basketball player. There has been a major lack of trust, friendship, and general tolerance that I can say has made my life in highschool and on the team much harder than it needed to be. Now I have gotten to a level with my teammates where I do feel more accepted which has improved my outlook on practice and basketball in general. Prior to this year, practice days were insufferable, and I spent most of my day dreading the thought of having to practice and feel completely alone or inferior to my peers. This all could have been changed earlier had I felt a stronger sense of acceptance from the people I was surrounded by. Acceptance is defined by oxford languages as, “the action or process of being received as adequate or suitable, typically to be admitted into a group.” Acceptance is used in terms of things like programs or colleges, but also in less official settings usch as friend groups or teams. The context of acceptance I’m referring to is in that of the social interaction aspect. Acceptance is more than simply admitting someone into a group or facility. It is about showing them that despite their differences, you can still have a place in an environment or community. Acceptance is acknowledgment that we are all still human at the end of the day despite everything that makes us different people. It is the driving force in people’s ability and inclination to be social and to make friends. Without acceptance, nobody would be able to stand one another's differences. No two people on the Earth are the same, meaning we have to not only be able to welcome people’s differences, but also embrace them. To truly accept someone, you have to acknowledge and also respect what it is that makes people who they are. I feel that acceptance is something that we should all be striving to practice and show more of. If everyone was a little more accepting of one another, many problems that we constantly are fighting would be solved. Depression in teenagers and young adults would decrease significantly. Certain groups of people wouldn't feel ostricized for thier belief systems or preferences. We wouldn’t have to worry so much about trying to fit in; allowing us to grow as individuals and really embrace ourselves. If everyone was able to truly express their thoughts and ideas I believe that society would be growing at a significantly increased rate. People would be able to shed their conformity driven mindset and adopt a much more beneficial growth mindset. When talking about human beings and interactions between them, acceptance should be defined as; the acknowledgement and welcoming of the differences between people.