Wednesday, December 6, 2017

Student Spotlight: Brianna Ramirez, Senior

Ode to Fall


Oh! Fall season all I love to welcome you hear.
You sweet and savory smells take my breath away.
Oh please bright fall colors, invade my clothing closet,
I wish to be cloaked by you and embody the season.

Those who love summer,
Have never basked in your true glory,
Oh Fall feeling take me back to my home.

Oh fall season,
You remind me of my past.
When goodbyes weren’t forever,
And broken hearts never last.

Oh Fall feeling how I love you so,
You uplift me at the least.
I wish to have you the time,
and engage in a fall feast!


Lonely Shadows


Shadows,
Hidden, mysterious.
Screaming, singing , dieing.
Entangled in your intentions,
Midnight shadows.

Autumn leaves

(A picture of me and the Bengston pumpkin patch)


A childhood memory so happily kept,
Small and located in the middle of nowhere.
Where nothing is truly scary, but is held to high standards.
Where I am the happiest I've ever been.
Now populated by everyone,
I no longer wish to visit.

Tuesday, December 5, 2017

Personal Essay by Sarah Haskell, Senior

Autoimmune

50 million people in the United States have been diagnosed with an autoimmune disease.
2,375,100 have been diagnosed with Hashimoto’s autoimmune thyroiditis.

I am one of the 2,375,100.

The idea of being “sick” scares so many people. Fears of: shots, doctors and hospitals. An almost debilitating feeling: constant worry, constant symptoms. You’re sick, there is something wrong. Yet the disease that traps your body is invisible.

It’s autoimmune.

An autoimmune disease is defined as a disease in which the body's immune system attacks healthy cells. Your organs and glands becomes the enemy: thousands of white cells storming through your bloodstream to attack the actually healthy organ.This idea of your body attacking you. This body supposed to be fending of the common cold and bacteria, instead sends thousands of white blood cells to break down your organs. You’re body is slowly destroying you. But all you can do is fight.
Fight through years of doctors assuming you're depressed, anorexic, obese, overreacting, or even just faking it. Fight through the doubts keeping you up at night wondering what the hell is wrong with me.  Fight through symptoms ranging from body aches and overall pain, weight gain or loss, insomnia, and even a rash.

All the checklists, blood tests, doctors appointments. Poked and prodded. You’re spent, exhausted; and sometimes you still don’t know what’s really wrong. The never ending cycle of dealing with an invisible disease.

Only you feel the pain, only you sit at your desk and can’t focus. Only you.

But we fight.

Four hospitals, five different doctors, over 50 blood tests, urine tests, MRI’s and ultrasounds. I fought; I need an answer, any answer. I’m 18 years old, and I have the body of an 80 year old woman. I fought. I argued with doctors who didn’t believe me, who kept saying there’s definitely something wrong. But didn’t know the answer. I fought. Missing schooling to go to another doctor. I fought.

I am one of the 2,375,100.

I am one of the over 50 million, who deal with an invisible disease. Who deal and fight through their body being attacked by its own cells. I am one of the fighters.
I will fight every day. I will fight through the comments saying I don’t look sick. I will fight through the everlasting exhaustion. I will fight through the constant ache in my muscles. I will fight through every morning and every night. I will fight.

We get good days. There are good days, pain free, energy having good days. There are good moments: pain free focused energy having moments. And it’s this breath of sunshine for one day, one week, or even one hour. It’s amazing. And I will fight for everyone one of those moment. For the one morning I wake up, and the pain isn’t so bad. I will fight.

50 million people have been diagnosed with an autoimmune disease.
The person sitting to your right might have one. The person to your left might know someone who has one. 50 million fighters. 50 million people with dreams and bright futures and the will to fight. 50 million.
I
t’s something people don’t know about. It’s something still confusing doctors. It’s something with no cure. It’s the invisible disease that 50 million people have. It’s real. 50 people million suffer symptoms every day. So let’s start talking about it. Let’s look at  the 50 million people willing to fight and be proud.

I am one of the 50 million.

I’m proud of every discussion we have, every time someone choose to get out of bed instead of staying home, every good moment. I am one of the 50 million, and I will never stop fighting.




Monday, December 4, 2017

Student Spotlight: Nathaly Mora, Senior

Ode to Art

You are the love of my life.
The way one can express themselves, without words.
Everyone acknowledge every inch of your beauty.
When I touch you, you are smooth yet hard.
And when the brush touches you, you get chills of how good it feels.
Every single color that brings you to life, as you are the illusion of another person.
You are in open book, in which everyone can read you by just looking at you.
You are the mixture of happiness, sadness, madness, lust, love and way more.
You come in different shapes in sizes, all so different but yet unique in its own way.
You hear the people whispering while they stare at you, but don’t show affection.
You stare back at all of us without truly caring of how you look, you give us the silent treatment and you are so good at it.
But little do you know how many compliments you are getting from this people.
You make all skin tones come together just to acknowledge you and talk about you.
But little do you know you have just inspired a kid to be like your creator.
That you were so unique to her, that she want to create something as delicate as you.
And art itself has gain a very important spot in her heart.

How Love Feels

Love
Hurtful, beautiful
Harmless, intense, stalking
The thing everyone wants
Desire


More Than Just A Grandmother

You were more than a grandmother, you were a mother too me.
Your beautiful curly hair that filled me of life by just seeing it while the air slowly grasp it.
You showed me how to be a strong person yet so caring at the same time.
‘Oh ama’, you left me without saying goodbye, nor a kiss or a hug.
You were always a very independent woman, with a lot to say and a lot in mind.
Your life lessons gave me a reason to be grateful for what I have in my life.
You were the reason of why I'm a proud granddaughter, you were a blessing.
‘Oh ama’ you will always be the light to my dark thoughts of what I could of done to myself.
Your struggles that you went through as poor girl at my age are the reasons of why I keep studying.
You always said you wished you could of finished school, but that life was cruel and didn't let you finish it.
You are the reason of why I have such a hard working father, that pushes me to be someone in life.

‘Oh ama’, I'm truly grateful for everything you have done to make my life as great as it is right now, and we'll be when I'm in older independent women.