2024 Literary Magazine, Tournesol

Academy of Notre Dame de Namur

Tournesol 2024

May 2024 Academy of Notre Dame de Namur 560 Sproul Road Villanova, PA 19085 610.687.0650 ndapa.org

Cover Artwork: Celeste Giangiulio ’24 Inside Cover Artwork: Nieve Morrison ’28

Editors-in-Chief: Talia Scarpa ’24 Toni Frank ’24 Editor: Natalie Ioannidi ’25 Junior Editors: Alexandra Fahey ’25 Monica Feeney ’27 Rachel Deeney ’25 Sunny Peterman ’26 Moderator: Mrs. McGuiness

Editors’ Note We feel privileged to present the Tournesol for the 2023-2024 school year. This year’s works have been compiled from students in all grades, 6 through 12, with each piece reflecting not only the individual but also the Notre Dame community. This year’s theme is “It’s not the Destination, It’s the Journey,” famously said

by American essayist Ralph Waldo Emerson. Throughout the year inside the Gates, each community member has been making memories along the way. It’s the moments in between the beginning and the end of our time within the ND Gates that make the destination worthwhile. Everyone’s journey looks different, so all of the pieces within this magazine represent various experiences. Along this journey, there may be bumps in the road, but you still eventually reach your destination. We invite you to take the journey from sixth through twelfth grade with us in this magazine.

Sincerely, Talia Scarpa & Toni Frank Editors-in-Chief

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I feel the salt water touch my foot as I prance closer to the ocean. The wave crashing sounds like instruments twirling in the air my imagination carries me to a whole different world the sun beaming on my face as I wake up in the new world I found my dog lurking outside my door I get up very lazy walking lonely to the deck that overlooks the ocean. I look at my collection of shells and pick up my favorite one. Just as that happened my eyes fluttered open and I was not at the beach. It is still February, only 4 more months to go and I can't wait.

Aileen Sutton ’30

Maya Rosenberger ’25

The feeling of envy fills the air, she is silenced, the liveliness goes away, happiness falls, sadness rises, she spends her days in the shadows, sorrow creeps up on her.

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Morgan Hamilton ’30

Summer Heartbreak

I still remember the crisp summer air. You were lurking while I was twirling. When I saw you with another girl, voices beckoned in my head. Our memories replayed in my mind. It was unfair but I’d get over it. You thought she was an angel, but I could tell she was a demon. You were together and later that night you disappeared, but she stood there with a smirk on her face.

Mary Landgraff ’30

Moving Not willing to move from town to town House being shut down, no movement all around Investigating prestigious homes Splintering garden gnomes on house lawns Having hospitality to every new neighbor all around Trying to be straightforward to my parents about how I do not want to move I try to pull trickery on my parents to show them not to move But they always give me a handful of chores to do My last thing I try to do but I was stricken with a good perspective My new house isn't a ramshackle But if it was, we would have many more chores to tackle I would make new friends but keep the old I am now excited to move into my new home -Katelyn Bodge ’30

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The Horse and Rider* based on an assignment to use vocabulary words to create a story The horse and rider are best friends. One day the horse spooked And rapidly ran away. The horse retreated into the woods.

The rider looked high and low and never lost hope.

The neighbors witnessed all the discord and said to the rider, “He’s lost forever”; he will never come back.”

While the horse was in the woods, he mimicked the other animals.

All the animals became bitter when he mimicked them, so he finally fled the woods. The horse and rider despised each other's absence.

When the horse and rider finally met again, they embraced and both their hearts grew.

Tessa Carl ’30 Celestia Nutt-Romero ’28

In the distance I heard the woosh of waves; oh wait that's not waves it’s DIRT?!?!?!?!?!

As I’m being engrossed in this intriguing sight, I feel a tap on my shoulder and I jump. But my worries soon change to laughter when I see my little sister, Kass.

“Dinners ready,” she says. “Moms been calling you for the last ten minutes.”

“She will be enraged if you don't come get dinner now, Katie,” she warns me.

As I trek back up to our kitchen, which overlooks the ocean, I day dream of one day exploring the deep blue sea while sipping on soup.

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Seventh Grade 7th Grade

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Grace Cullen ’24

Ava Barrera ’24

We Were Written in The Stars-Inspired By Vanish, Nikki Grimes When I came upon this planet my soul was graced with a twin, our serendipitous meeting had been written for centuries in the stars.

With her comforting care I feel like glass, delicate completely see through.

She is more than a friend and more than a sister. She is my ray of light, pinking and purpling my life, adding splashes of color to a dull day when I see her through my

window pane Zahra Umer ’29 10

Frogs and Friendship: A Serendipitous Bond Zahra Umer ’29 I was walking in my neighborhood when I saw a girl my age in her yard catching frogs, I hated frogs but still I said “hey.”

She looked surprised but she casually responded asking “what up.”

I bravely said, “wanna hang out?”

She told me to come up.

We got to talking and we were very similar liking songs that fit in the same perimeter, little brothers who are great friends,

We talked in the backyard until the day met its end.

She ended up hating nature except for frogs, I thought god bless or that friendship would have been fed to the dogs.

Leah Stein ’26

I didn't know it then but I had found my best friend.

The person who would help me go through so much in the next six years.

The girl who I would help conquer some of her many, many fears.

Something bloomed that spring, Not just flowers.

A duo of people who would sit and talk for hours on hours…

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The vibrant hues of early spring bring me joy, As the wind whistles past, a huddle of tulips shakes, I reach down to pick them up, the feel of grass on my fingers tickling me, As I shake the flowers, I watch the morning dew depart from the petals, like spring showers, sprinkling to let themselves be known, the damp dirt squelching under my bare feet, my face stinging from the wind, The fog clouding the air makes it difficult to see the beautiful flowers that have blossomed since the rain, although a hint of clear skies lifts my spirits, like before, the ground dries as the sun roars its head once more, I love spring, a season of sun, rain, blooming blossoms, and wind that whips like a sail

Emi Danifo ’29

Bridget Blaney ’26

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Hoping For Change Inspired By Nikki Grimes The winter frost comes and shocks us, a period of shivers and darkness. Oh when will warmth be back, a single day with no coats, I would give anything. The story of our lives, hoping and wishing, never living for today.The sun beams high the warmth is here, she says

it’s too hot, the cold cannot come faster. They are always praying for a different time, can never be in a happy state of mind. The good God gave us seasons to enjoy. Times of laughter and happiness through all the great months. Instead when its up to us we let it bring us down. Never enjoying the little things to get us through. Immediately wishing for more. Except we can find our own delight, we will make it through because not everyday has to be disappointment.

Elle Bellew ’29

Ky’lee Barcus ’29

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Mrs. Linden's Library Caitlin Murphy ’29 The rain fell steadily on my walk to the small bakery two blocks from my house. Since I go there every Saturday morning, Bri, the barista, has my order ready right away. We exchange my dollar bill for a hot cup of hazelnut coffee with a splash of almond milk, just how I like it. By the time I get home, my coffee is at the perfect temperature and I enjoy it snuggled up on the couch, reading my favorite book.

My Saturday flies by, and Sunday morning arrives. I wake up at 8:00 A.M., pick out an elegant outfit, and make my way to mass. Once church ends, I walk over to Mrs. Linden’s Library, just around the corner. When I walk through the doors, I greet Mrs. Linden, who is hanging up signs about the new historical books they received at the library. I notice Mrs. Linden is holding a copy in her hand titled, Stories of the Titanic, and I know it is for me.

“Hello, Alice”, Mrs. Linden says to me, “While I was stocking up the new historical books on the shelves, I decided to pick one up for you because I knew you would enjoy it.” “Thank you!”, I say as she hands it to me. Then, she says, “You are more than welcome to take a look at the rest of the collection that I just put on the shelves next to the science-fiction books.” As I wander past hundreds of books, something out of the corner of my eye strikes a bright yellow beam of light. Curiously, I snap my head towards the light and see nothing but a stack of science books, such as The Cure to Cancer and Building a Motorcycle. I am sure it is just my mind playing tricks on me, so I continue to the Titanic books. As I walk back to check out with Mrs. Linden, I cannot help but glance at the books just to make sure there is nothing suspicious. To my surprise, the book glowed!

Immediately, I grabbed it and ran to Mrs. Linden. As I reached the front desk, Mrs. Linden snatched the book out of my hands, “Do not touch that!” she yells. “Forget you ever saw this book,” she breathed nervously. Confused and slightly intrigued, I check out the history books and walk home.

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Throughout my night, I cannot stop thinking about that mysterious book. Questions crowded my head such as, how did it glow, where did it come from, and why did Mrs. Linden take it from me?

I need to know the answers, so I go back to the library and take that book. I make it there just before the library closes, and wait until Mrs. Linden stops watching to go behind her desk and take it.

When I get home, I settle in my bed, ready to explore the pages of the mysterious book. I reach over to my nightstand, and the book starts glowing! The words are all mixed up and out of order, and vines escape from the seams. What is going on? How does this happen? Chills run down my body, and suddenly the room goes dark…

It is the next morning, and when I get to the bathroom, I look up to the mirror and scream at the top of my lungs. “AHHH! What happened to me? I switched identities with someone!” I start freaking out and realize that the book I read last night must have cast some sort of spell on me. I pace back and forth in panic and decide I need to go and ask Mrs. Linden what to do.

On my walk, I pass by the coffee shop and cannot help but get a cup of coffee. I walk in and see a teenage girl who looks like me, almost like she is me! As if it could not be any more obvious, Bri hands her a cup of hazelnut coffee with a splash of almond milk. She has to be the one I switched identities with, so I run over to her and explain all that has happened. I tell her everything about the book and apologize for getting her into this mess. After that, we walk to the library to talk to Mrs. Linden. We enter the doors, and Mrs. Linden is sitting at her desk sorting through papers. “Hi Mrs. Linden”, I say, shaking. She replies, “Hi Alice, I have been expecting you. I warned you about that book. Now it is too late.” Immediately I say, “I am so sorry for taking that book. I was so eager to see what was inside, and now I realize that I should have listened.” “Thank you for saying that. I have been worried sick ever since I noticed the book was missing. Who is this girl with you?”, Mrs. Linden asks.

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I introduce her to Mia, the person I switched identities with. Then, Mrs. Linden takes us to the back of the library, where all of the extra books are stored. She grabs a copy of the book I read last night, and on the back it is titled, “The Switcheroo”. Above that, it states, WARNING! ONLY USE IN CASE OF EMERGENCIES! This is certainly an emergency. Mrs. Linden tells us that this is the only thing she can do to help. She hands it to us and we find that it is a recipe with a caption that reads, “Take a bite, and worry you might. But do not fear, because in your own body you will appear.” We head back to my house and gather the ingredients to make the cookies.

An hour later, the alarm goes off. We dash over to the oven and anxiously open it to the smell of fresh cookies baked to perfection. Mia and I do not wait for them to cool off. We are too impatient to get back to our identities and live our normal lives again. “Cheers”, we say to each other. We take a bite and I start to feel dizzy. Suddenly, the room goes black.

The next morning, I hop out of bed and look in the mirror. “Yes!”, I exclaim. I am so grateful to be back in my own body. I decide that I should probably go and return that crazy book before something bad happens again. I walk to the Library and place the book on her desk with a note saying, “Thank you for your help. I promise to listen from now on. See you next Sunday.

From, Alice.”

Artwork: Sunny Peterman ’26

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Honey, I Love Hannah Friedman ’29

Inspired by Eloise Greenfield

Middle of summer when you’re racing on the track And on your feet you can feel the pavement Pushing back Racing ‘round the bend with your friends tight behind But honey, let me tell you I LOVE running in the summertime I love running in the Summertime

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Nieve Morrison ’28

Inspired by Nikki Grimes’ Slow Burn Hannah Friedman ’29

What I’ve realized is that there are FOUR things a person should never say, because they are like WALLS confining humankind a small four sided figure TO leave us there. I can’t, I won’t, no, and never,forget those and RISE be free like a bird and defy the odds AND never stop fighting for what is right or what you believe in, so grab your PEN write ballads and poems and make ME proud and show all the haters and box them IN

Try to calm my temper I Need to understand and KNOW Exactly HOW and what is bothering me, rattling me like A a thunderstorm, making me erupt like a VOLCANO making me burst, clenched fists, angry disposition, I MUST learn how to control and not let anger take over how I FEEL

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The Third Floor Finley McGuiness ’29 It was summer of June 2005, we had just begun moving into our new home in the middle of nowhere.

For the longest time it has always been me and my mom. I never think about who my dad is or if I have any siblings. I like the way it was, me and my mom, back in our old town. Ever since we moved, nothing has felt right; this new town is eerie and we have only seen four people since we began our trip here. The movers were taking all of the furniture and decorations out of the truck. It made me realize that our new house is much bigger than our old one. My mom yelled, “ Emma, get out of the car and help us!” I was dreading this the whole week, helping the movers with all of our junk. We had so much furniture just for two people. Luckily, I only had to move all of my boxes for my room, and the movers put all the other boxes into our house. Mom told the movers where to put the furniture. I was about to walk out the door to help with the last bit of the boxes when I noticed that the movers gave Mom two keys. One for the house and another long, old key that was rusted all over. The movers did not know what it was for, but they were told to give both keys to us. Mom and I didn’t ask what it could possibly be for.

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It was getting pretty late so I decided to go to sleep. I didn’t even bother setting up my bed. I just snagged a sleeping bag from the living room. I took a quick glance out the window surprised to see a bird looking into our house. It wasn’t just any bird; it was pure white, like a dove. I wasn’t completely sure it was a dove because it was so dark outside, but it sure looked like one. I went back upstairs and fell asleep right away mostly because today was long and eventful. I woke up late to the smell of Mom making eggs. I put on a tee shirt and jeans, brushed my hair and teeth and went to the kitchen to eat the eggs.“Good morning Mom.” I said as I walked into our kitchen. “Good morning Emma. Do you like what I did with the kitchen? I set up the table, chairs and kitchenware,” Mom said in an excited way. “It looks amazing with some furniture in it!” I said. Then I noticed that the mysterious key that the movers gave us was sitting on the counter. I finished up my eggs and waited until Mom went upstairs so I could get the key. She finally left the kitchen, so I grabbed the key and went upstairs.I noticed this little door across from the guest room. It was very short and narrow, like it was made for younger children.

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I put the key in the doorknob, turned it to the right, and the door opened with a slow, welcoming sigh, like it was relieved to be open.. I hesitated to go up the little case of stairs, but I forced myself to go. I found a room decorated with wallpaper showing doves all over, in all sizes. Some were sitting on branches; others were flying in a faded blue sky.

There was also a dresser. The window was open. I wondered if Mom got the chance to get up here before I did and open the window, but how could she? A tall woman going through a door of three feet? This thought made me scared of why the window was opened. The room was very tiny as well. I opened the top drawer of the dresser and knocked over a little white bottle standing on the top of the dresser. White, smoky air started to come out of the glass bottle. I quickly closed the drawer and decided to ignore it. When I looked at the wallpaper again, it reminded me of the bird from last night.

Then when I looked closer, I noticed the old wallpaper had a few doves missing and one dove was peeling off. The room started to scare me so I decided to leave and lock the little door. I put the key in my pocket for now. I heard Mom come out from her room, so I ran to my room hoping she wouldn't be suspicious of me. She went downstairs and called me down.“Would you like to come grocery shopping with me?” she said. “ No thanks, I think I’m just going to stay here and get to know the house.” I said. Mom left the house. It seemed more eerie now that it was just me inside. I decided to take a look at the other rooms in the house. I walked over to a door that seemed to be a closet, but it was stairs going down.

Most likely a basement I thought. I gently placed my right foot on the first step and softly made my way down. There was nothing in the basement so I assumed the previous owners took everything out. I walked around the cold, concrete floor and pulled a string hanging from the ceiling to turn on a lightbulb. It was then that I noticed a piece of paper folded in the corner of the floor. I knew it wasn’t just abandoned debris, so I inspected the mysterious paper to see that it was a letter. I opened the letter up and it states, Dear Reader, This is the previous owner, Mr. Anderson We owned a zoo not too far from this very house. Our zoo had many animals, but our favorite animals were the exotic birds, especially doves. We were one of the very few zoos to own doves. You may have discovered the third floor; if you have, you have seen the window is opened and maybe even the little bottle in the dresser. I hope no one has spilled or opened the bottle. The potion in the bottle makes the doves on the wall come alive. Please close the window as well. If you forget, it is not a big deal. Just try not to forget more than once, because at night the wallpaper of doves becomes alive, and five fly out of the window every night. The window was left open by my wife when we were cleaning the third floor.

Sincerely, Mr. Anderson

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"Oh no. What did I just do?” I said out loud. I heard Mom come home so I put the paper into my pocket for now along with the key. It was getting late so I said good night to mom and went to sleep without eating dinner. I woke in the middle of the night to the sound of banging and movement from what seemed to be from…the third floor. Terrified, I got up from my bed at the speed of light, grabbed the key, and ran up the stairs to the third floor. I knew I should do what Mr.Anderson said in the letter, so I grabbed the key from my pocket and opened the short door, and made my way up the stairs and saw at least thirty birds flying in the room, so I ran through the flapping doves to get to the window and close it. The doves froze, and in the blink of an eye the doves were back on the wallpaper just like normal, but I noticed three doves were missing. I put the cap on the bottle that was on the floor and saw a little rectangular piece of paper next to it. The paper said The Third Floor. I put the paper in my pocket for now and swiftly ran down the stairs, closed the short door and made sure to lock it.

I went back to my bedroom and laid in my bed wide awake wondering how this is even possible. Was I dreaming? I couldn't because the letter is real. I took out the key, the letter, and the little The Third Floor paper. I sat up in my bed and spread all of the objects out on my bed. I then realized how important this house was to the Anderson Family. They admired the doves, so they made a key to keep the doves safe. They made a potion for the doves so they can experience these magical doves come alive, and Mr. Anderson wrote a letter for the next owners to show how to keep the doves safe. I took the key, letter, and paper and put it in my pocket for now. My next mystery is where do the doves go?

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Eighth Grade

Brooke Walters ’25 23

I am Athletic and Outgoing I wonder why the world has hatred I hear the beauty of the birds chirping I see the helping of kids on campus I want to always be happy I am Athletic and Outgoing I pretend to be serious I feel the waves crashing against my back I touch the cold pool I worry about the challenges in the future I cry when I'm upset I am Athletic and Outgoing I understand not everything goes my way I say hello I dream of going to the Olympics I try to always be kind I am Athletic and Outgoing

Avery Holzer ’28

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Alexandra Mafodda ’28

I am smart and kind I wonder who I am supposed to be I hear my heart beating I see trees come crashing down I want to stand them upright again I am smart and kind I pretend to be funny I feel my happiness rise I touch other’s hearts I worry other’s worries I cry a river

I am smart and kind I understand everyone can’t like me

Lindsay Cooper ’28

I say I can hold on too tight I dream to let go I try to be myself I am smart and kind

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I am kind and caring I wonder what I will do when I get home I hear people typing I see people sitting in their desk I want to do good in school I am kind and caring I pretend that I can do anything I feel happy I touch the keys on my computer I worry when I have to take a test I cry when I am sad I am kind and caring I understand that everyone is different in their own way I say nice things to people I dream to become a nurse I try my best I am kind and caring

-Anonymous ’28

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Eva Reick ’29

“I Am”

I am kind and friendly I wonder if other people play sports I hear the balls dribbling and the nets swishing I see all my friends that i love at school I want a dog

I am kind and friendly I pretend to be good at school I feel my palms getting really sweaty I touch food because I’m hungary I worry that people don't like me I cry when I can't get dog

I am kind and friendly

Grace Houder ’27

I understand that everyone is different in there own way I say hi to all my friends I dream that I am famous I try be nice to everyone I am kind and friendly Anonymous ’28

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Ninth Grade

Marianna Pilacik ’24

The sea knocked everything beloved.

Colors of the brilliant sky through the window call me.

My feet gently roam the sand to find the sea.

Be yourself, it is home.

Stand like a statue with a smile observing the beauty.

Tired memories do not carry back to land without effort.

You won’t forget the love you hold in your heart at the shore

Maeve McDonald ’27

Margaret Hayden ’24

An anti-gift bestowed by God Mortals entranced in her beauty Trish Greek ’24

The world forever is ravelled in her alluring force

Weakened in her presence Like the sight of the sea, suffocating with a flavored scent of perfumed shore

Her smile destroys the strongest fortresses Not like the war which she was the reason for But the craft of Aphrodite used to persuade

Claimed but not understood she is the forgotten force Her one man army stands unmatched, neither by Greece nor Troy Once the sparks strik watch the flames Everything beloved burned in the hands of a demigod Grandeur of beauty in night itself Unsure of what is beyond you, be weary Beloved Helen is the ichor in the veins of war Jordan Hartley ’27

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The sea I was kept in No freedom do I dare I feel in my heart a touch of divine The fire in your eyes will burn And I will choose love

I am weak But I can claim cities It is a war against love in the end So I am tired and do not understand I put in effort but I am still burned

I travel to Greece Just to see your face Your beauty exudes power and grace

The seas I crossed brought me to you And your shining hair Which feels like home

Paige Moran ’27

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Summer The beauty of the sky could tear down cities The sun, with its divine fire, shines upon the land The perfumed sea hugs the shore Looking at the world, its beauty makes me weak I am never tired and always glad Spending time with beloved friends, And roaming the land I hope this season will never end, and I will never be weary The scenery of the flowers is a brilliant sight The glory of God has brought this magnificent gift to us And the beauty of it all holds my heart I am free to run in the land and swim in the sea All the beauties of summer mean so much to me

Kylie Mattson ’27

Talia Scarpa ’24

An Invite Ambrosia stands on the porch of a rustic house that he had been to many times before Sawyer sits inside with his gun resting by the door Three knocks from Ambrosia echo through the room Sawyer understands, knowing that last night's activities would resume Sawyer open the door, warm light flooding Ambrosias face “May I enter, please” “You are always welcome in this place.”

The curse of the door is now broken, Ambrosia free to come and go Sawyer could only smile a sweet, beaming glow A vampire and a cowboy, best friends for life But Sawyer doesn't know that Ambrosia holds the knife Open Country Sawyer lives alone. He has for a long while Nothing but cows and and fields for quite a few miles The crickets of the night are his favorite sound Occasionally interrupted by the call of his hound The sun rises over a new horizon A golden light falls upon the herded bison Light comes through the window, the blinds are swiftly

Brooke Define ’25

shut Sawyer knows Ambrosia is still there, asleep in his hut.

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Artwork: Margaret Hayden ’24

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Helen of Sparta

Your beauty so divine Your smile that outshines Women aspire to be you Men are weak and wild for you

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Your brilliant smile is enough for war That people forget the cities that thrived before Desperate yearning for your love ent warriors to glory up above Your heart is full with only one care Which makes life become unfair The people are tired of competing And want to lay their weapons down They believe in you to bring them home Do not forget who you are You have the power to bring peace to Our beloved

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The sun beating down on the earth like fire Swaying trees and flowers I admire.

The seed was placed gently with love In the soil put by a glove.

It had to claim its spot in the ground In which the dirt had to surround.

I sit in the grass and listen to the barks of the dogs And the croaks of frogs A Week and a half has gone by and nothing happened The clouds in the sky blackened I try to understand what is going on But waiting just takes too long.

Everything started to blossom and sprout But my flower was just too short and stout.

I could see how much effort it took And how tired it looked.

Spring is supposed to be divine, But my flower didn’t shine.

Summer rolled around and I went to the sea.

I had to forget my flower and just let it be.

When I returned home, My beloved flower was my own.

Its beauty glistened As I sat down to listen.

The birds chirping and the city traffic beeping The goddess-looking willow still weeping I see a smile in the reflection of the puddle, Although it’s very subtle.

A woman stood behind me as the wind made the water ripple.

My mother sits on the bench beside me, the rainwater trickles.

Her brilliant, wise words flooded my brain, Some, she would have to explain.

Her hand strokes my back with a present behind me A beautiful flower that is just as beautiful as she.

Margaret Hayden ’24

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Meghan Owen ’27

Imprisonment or freedom?

Standing before the sea and sky I surrender my beloved peace, And I leave you the shell of my heart Its as strong as iron yet runs with the blood of ambitions My weary soul aches for the life I have not yet lived.

You chain me to the prison of what I should be, what you want me to be.

My smile will fade, and my wild yearn will cease.

Yet, I have knocked down the walls, and burned the frame of what you demand of me I stand at the shore, holding out my tired hands, longing for the aspirations that I desire.

I reach to claim my divine wish, They radiate the beauty of the life I want.

I gently grasp them as they roam to me.

I welcome my dreams home with love and warmth.

I finally let go of your grasp and accept the brillant Life of my own.

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Sofia Mulligan ’27

Helen, the half god woman Beloved by men Blood of gold Whom I want to belong to me Her hair, so soft to the touch Oh how I love that goddess Oh, how divine

Maddie Mafodda ’27

The journey I will make is not for the weak I may even shed a tear Just to see that girl smile Helen, Helen my dearest sweet Helen Your wild energy has me shiver I will tremble on my knees For you do not understand How my love for you grows each day Your beauty makes me sing I will travel the whole sea for you A wanderer even seeks you Your native people envy you I am desperate to find you I shall forever have glory when I find you My brilliant grandeur you are to look forward to upon my arrival

Celeste Giangiulio ’24

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Classic Christmas music flows through the air, Cookies flavored as peppermint for everyone to share.

Visitors knocked at the door as the fire burned, Children claim the presents that they have earned.

Desperate shoppers look for a last minute gift, Decorated cities cause Christmas spirit to lift.

A Nativity statue rests on the shelf, Our hearts become so full, No one thinks of themself.

The beauty of Christmas is wonderful, The effort we provide will never stumble.

Marilyn Orlowski ’28

The reason for the season is very different from what we know, The Divine Son brings glory to help us grow.

We acknowledge Christ’s sacrifice for us, The blood he shed and death suffered for our plus.

Someday we will be led to the Holy Land, At home with Christ we will stand.

He led us to freedom in the face of horror, The freedom he blessed us with generations before her.

He makes sure we never become weak or weary, Our beloved Christ loves us dearly.

The Lord shields us so the devil cannot strike, The Christmas season celebrates the birth of the protector of our life.

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Lily King ’27

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Saudre Thole ’26

The Elderly American Alexandra Gillin ’26

Next in the town center was an elderly man When he sees the American flag, he knows he must stand Dressing in the same jeans and button-down He is recognized and honored by each man in town When he was twenty-three, he wore army green Sixty years later his knees find a place to lean Every wrinkle holds a memory he will cherish Bringing him back to his childhood parish During his time, he was often woken by an explosion Nowadays, he keeps his service and devotion unspoken However, he always has a warm and genuine smile And jokes lasting him a long sixty miles He often says, “I'll take my 60s Chevrolet Over a high-tech import any day.”

He used to change his own tires and breaks But now he finds himself at Pep-Boys because his back aches The elder often thinks about how much has changed For just one tank of gas, about $75 is to be exchanged He says “I still keep my paper map in the compartment of my car However, now my phone can tell me the best route to get that far.”

He has watched many seasons change and turn All of his life lessons allowed him to learn He now passes his advice and lessons to the young and fresh So that they may live a life that is truly cherished and blessed

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The Celebrity Kiera Norton ’26

With her dazzling white smile And elegant style Her flawless blonde hair And cold, withering stare Has countless brand sponsors With an attitude of unbothered She walks the runway Full of Botox and hairspray For acting she has a flair There’s no doubt there But she’s never without a scandal Like how in college she was a vandal “She bullied me in high school, Always pushed me from my stool” TMZ sends the story But she still gets the glory She stays in the constant spotlight Goes viral lip-syncing to “Daylight” Because cancel culture takes pity If you’re blonde and pretty

Bridget Fahey ’25

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The Grandma Saudre Thole ’26

She knits and crochets Sometimes all-day To her family, she is known for baking To her ex-husbands, for heartbreaking When she was young she couldn’t give any flack If she had, she would have gotten quite a smack These kids curse like sailors, she has lost all hope She says “I doubt they’ve ever tasted a bar of soap!”

Her hair is thin and gray And her wrinkles are here to stay Though her bones may be weak Her wisdom is at its peak Her grandkids made her download Snapchat It’s harder to do than than taming a bobcat Facebook Messenger was hard enough for her to use She wishes written letters were still produced.

In her eyes, her outfit never lacks Just a different color sweater and a pair of slacks Kids are making money from Being tiktokers In her day you would find more working in farms as flockers Teens walk around with those things in their ears like glue Are they called earpods or airbuds? She hasn't a clue

Ella Simko ’25

The Nepotism Baby Shelby Parker ’26

She was insecure, nothing like her mother She didn’t have those nice ultramarine eyes or the poise She was skinny, gaunt even, with an empty stomach to compensate for her beauty Constantly compared and thirsted for, ridiculed for how she was “She only gets those roles because her mom is-” She always had to be humble, no matter what Even though she was giddy walking on the red carpet “Look over here! We love you! Pose! Pose!”

A crooked smile formed as her stomach cramped She constantly omitted her dread, lit up and let loose Her friends are uneasy, yet the men, they depend “Oh, but why?” A small sip of the fermented grape “It cannot be so vile!”, she proclaims and assumes so She takes a few more sips, and the liquid graces her lips Her feelings overflow, they pour into the cup of the lens True disposition breaks free as the vine fruit engulfs all serendipity The men, swarm around her just like rabid dogs gawking at scraps of meat At the crack of dawn, she is weary, obsolete Her phone is a symphony, and she slurs, “What is going on?”

The fair vitality of being eighteen and nepotism-ridden All eyes are on you, you will just never be unseen The news caption reads as clear as day “This Famous Actress’s Daughter Caught Dancing like a Cabaret” She clutches her lush pajama set, adjourned with L and V’s Pangs of nausea took over and she could not see Time was transient, she arose from a hospital bed Not a warm fuzzy greeting, only her mother who stood there instead “Do not fret, yes, I took care of it, but now they ask you to star in a biopic Or not even so, maybe just an interview or two, you even got a few modeling gigs I promise I do not construe” “So I take it you are not mad?” The girl begs to be spared of shame “Oh yes, I am, but as my star, I see your other claims to fame”

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The Teenage Girl

Bridget Blaney ’26

She sat in the corner glued to her phone Hoping no one would notice her eating lunch alone.

The next day she is back with her big group of friends, Secretly wishing for the lunch and the attention to end.

She is shaking inside but doesn't let it show, Bottling it up so no one will know.

Her voice fills up a room, She is so happy they assume.

Endlessly scrolling at night through social media, Wondering why she does not look like the girl in the picture.

She tries to fit in the best she can, Even if that means changing herself by getting a tan.

Every month it’s back to the salon to add highlights to her hair, But even then, she wonders why she wasn’t invited there.

She layers makeup on her face every morning, She does not recognize herself one day, without a warning.

She is wearing what other girls wear, Lululemon is not that rare.

Standing in front of the mirror, The bronzed, blonde, tiny girl can’t see herself any clearer.

She focuses on school, She can’t work during the school year is her rule.

She has to get good grades and be smart, But not a nerd which would ruin her popular start.

She wonders about things no one seems to get, And stays up through the night to fret.

All of this is covered up with a dainty laugh, While she was wondering if people only knew a half.

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Eleventh Grade

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Marianna Pilacik ’24

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Temperance England ’25

Have you ever known someone you just wanted to erase?

Well, for me that person did and the guilt still shows on my face In school, there was a girl everyone admired She was always in power and knew what transpired My class was going on a camping trip next week But there was a story going around that would even make the bravest go meek “There is something waiting for us in those woods,” one said None of us believed him about what would come ahead We went on a camping trip just my class and I But there was that girl there that I just wanted to say “bye” She had a sly look on her face no matter the time So I thought of something to scare her, just a little lie

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Kiersten Bodge ’27

I told her a story in the dark around the campfire that everyone knew well It went, “In the woods when it gets dark If you're in the right place you'll see a spark Only the bravest could go out to see it Is this bad or good? No one followed through, all quit.”

She was the first to say “We should go!”

I started to taunt her “You’re not brave, you could never do it” but she didn’t surrender My plan had gone wrong, never did I think that lie would go on forever I wanted to silence and scare her but she got very annoying So I went along with her claims and said “Fine go out and try to find something!”

But she did and we all waited for her to come back patiently We sat in the dark looking around at every noise we heard thinking it was her, mistakenly “I’m going to join her,” one announced with little intellect “Me too”, it was a big domino effect Soon it was me sitting alone waiting for them all to come back In a minute I heard a scream, then another in the pitch black I ran away never to see them again And ever since then, my mind goes to that day way back when.

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Sienna Shaw ’27

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Seasonal Depression

Izzy Mendoza ’25

The blanket is heavy, and the day feels wrong I can’t feel a thing Staring at the wall all day long.

Art: Coco Mongkholrat ’27

My thoughts are scrambling My heart is heavy My mind feels like a shell I just want to get up and move already But my body feels like hell.

Doing homework feels like running a race But trying to relax feels like a chore.

All my hobbies feel out of place I just want to feel how I did before.

It must be the season as the winter leaves Spring is coming, but all I feel is numb.

The weather is warmer as the Flowers begin to upheave

Seeing the sun in the morning but all I want is the night to come.

I can't wait till summer when I am bathed in the sun's warm rays This will all be behind me and I can look forward to my day.

ASPIRATIONS in the NEW YEAR I hope I can heal.

I hope I can learn to patch myself up in a way that is permanent like the solidification of cement.

And not a manner as temporary as taping I want to venture out of my comfort zone which does not feel like comfort but rather a subconscious hell.

In the new year I hope to let myself deserve things.

I hope I can no longer feel guilty for receiving positive feedback and that I let myself be as confident as a peacock spreading her artistic rounded wings.

In the new year, I hope to be a happier version of myself like I knew I was meant to be.

Leah Gebrehiwot ’25

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Temperance England ’25

I Remember…

I remember princess nightgowns and my mom braiding my wet hair after a bath. She always put a towel on my pillow so I wouldn’t get my sheets wet with my hair.

I remember playing with the old doll house that sat in the basement of my grandma’s house, the same one my mom played with as a kid. I played with her old Little People, vintage wooden ones that hadn’t been sold since the 80s. The only way I could get new ones would be from charity.

I remember two twin beds filled with so many stuffed animals that a person could barely fit. Princess canopies hung over the beds and a flowery shelf hung on the hot pink wall.

I remember screaming at my little brother as he undressed my Calico Critters. My mom forced him to play with me as a punishment, and I got even more upset when he didn’t play exactly the way I wanted him to.

I remember Kumon packets covered in red circles and wet from tears. I hid ripped Kumon pages in the trash, hoping the instructors didn’t notice.

I remember whispering to my sister throughout the night, passing notes and giggling. My mom would scream to be quiet and go to bed, only making us laugh even harder.

Gianna Cacciutti ’25

I remember the Nancy Drew books my dad would read to me and struggling to stay awake to hear the plot twist at the end of each chapter. No matter how many books he read to me, I could never figure out the answer to the mystery before it was revealed.

I remember summers at sleepaway camps, dreading coming home and starting school again. I spent all day gardening, doing art and crafts, riding horses, playing tennis, and swimming in the lake.

I remember birthday parties at Sweet and Sassy, mani pedis, and wearing princess dresses down the runway. Every year I repeated the same party again, never getting bored of it.

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I remember eating buttered noodles with parmesan cheese and rolls at holiday dinners.

My grandma was in the kitchen having to cook me a separate meal from everybody else because I was so picky.

I remember throwing around a frisbee in the backyard of my grandma's house and throwing it over the fence on purpose so I could go into the neighbors lawn.

I remember eating ice cream and watching Family Feud with my grandpa in the sunroom.

He told me how smart I was anytime I guessed an answer correctly, and I felt so proud.

I remember when my grandpa would watch true crime instead, and the fear I had when the episode was about a child abduction. I became paranoid about my brother getting kidnapped when he was playing outside or my mom forgetting to lock the front door. For Christmas I got security cameras.

I remember trying to swing in sync with my siblings on the swing set in my backyard. We pushed our legs out at the same time but we were always slightly off.

I remember the lunches my mom packed for school, and complaining about how she repeated the same foods everyday. Eventually she made me buy my lunches from the cafeteria, and I immediately regretted complaining.

I remember fighting with my friends over a spot on a bean bag during quiet reading time.

I pretended to read my book as I pushed people off my seat. When we had to give book talks I had to make up big elaborate lies about a book I never read.

I remember sitting in my princess playhouse and watching Odd Squad and Word Girl on my pink kindle fire. I snuggled into a blanket and watched episodes till my eyes hurt.

I remember trips to the dentist and playing arcade games in the waiting room as I waited for my turn. After my teeth were cleaned, I would steal handfuls of prizes from the prize box and stuff them in my pocket.

I remember yearly Disney cruises and makeovers at the Bippity Boppity Boutique. My cruises were spent getting my hair braided at the beach, making friends at the kids club, and taking selfies with Mickey Mouse.

I remember playing Roblox on my iPad and spending hours trading to get a unicorn on Adopt Me. I spent gift card after gift card to buy more virtual pets, just to brag to my friends how much Robux I had.

I remember being too scared to climb the rock wall at recess, watching all my friends from the ground. Everytime I tried I would lose my footing and jump down.

I remember leaving out carrots, cookies, and milk for Santa and his reindeer and stalking the Santa Tracker app. I could barely sleep as I imagined waking up to presents.

I remember family reunions in Hawaii, going to luau and seeing second cousins I didn’t know existed. I would reunite with my cousins from New Zealand, and it would feel like we spent no time apart. I tanned on the beach, swam in the pool, and ate pineapple till my mouth burned.

I remember collecting Japanese erasers, but never actually using them so I wouldn’t destroy their cuteness. They sat inside my night table, still in their packaging.

I remember the excitement I felt after my tooth fairy pillow had a dollar inside of it instead of a tooth. It was so magical that I would pretend to lose teeth, crushing up paper in a tooth shape. When I woke up I was disappointed to find that the tooth fairy hadn’t fallen for my trick.

I remember my childhood wonder and keep it in a little box on my nightstand, knowing it’s there just in case I need it again.

Katie McNeill ’25

Celeste Giangiulio ’24 Talia Scarpa ’24

Hello, A word that starts, begins It lets others know where you've been.

That can take courage and bravery to say, A word that you hear every day.

In the halls, on a walk, passing by Letting others know you see them by saying "Hi.”” An action that introduces and acknowledges Creating new connections without stoppage.

Hello, a word much deeper than you think Allowing new relationships to be made in a blink.

Izzy Mendoza ’25 Artwork: Kara Dougherty ’25

The spider uses all eight of his fuzzy, angular legs to climb the gray basement wall. He is unseen, blending in with dark spots on the neglected concrete and using his many eyes to examine his surroundings. He moves quickly, as if anticipating what will happen if he hangs around for too long.

The spider alternates between two sets of legs, twitching each one and forcing himself forward, feeling around with his remaining limbs and gripping the wall as hard as his small frame allows. He works methodically up the wall, inching his way back to his web, to safety. The girl sees him. She shrieks and stares at him, too afraid to look away, for fear of what he’ll do behind her turned back. She thinks of getting a tissue, of taking off her shoe, of grabbing the first thing she sees to rid the world of this unfavorable creature, and gains the confidence to bend over and pick up a book. The dust on the table makes it slip from her hands and she takes a second to regain her bearings. Standing up, she notices that the spider is no longer in her line of sight. He will make it back to his web this time, but probably not the next. He’s too dark, too small; he has too many legs, and is much too quiet. He’s too scary to be left alive.

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Reaching the Finish Line There is something to be said about resilience and determination both on and off the track. As a track runner, I have expected to face many setbacks and victories. However, recent events have taught me the importance of being resilient and what it means to be a true winner. A true winner does not always mean coming in first place. Sometimes, you have to lose in order to win.

Born with a competitive spirit, it has always been important for me to succeed and excel in whatever I do. So, last Friday was my first track meet of the season, and I was excited and full of competitive spirit. Each and every meet, I am well prepared and ready to go. This track meet was the same. My parents are always present and cheer me on, which encourages me to do well. This was no different, except I told my parents that they did not need to attend due to my stepfather’s recent illness. This was mistake number one. My support system was not present.

I arrived to be met by many advanced runners. Some were friends, some I had seen at previous meets, and some were strangers. I was not intimidated at all. A couple of hours passed, and then it was my turn. I lined up and was ready to go. A girl much larger than me elbowed me at the start-up line, and I became very intimated. I started strong and was determined to make myself proud and be the victor. As I ran down the track, slightly behind the girl who elbowed me, I tripped on her foot behind, and down I went. I fell straight to the ground in front of the entire crowd. My diamond tennis bracelet went flying. My knees were bloody and bruised. However, that fall did more than damage my body. My spirit was damaged. I don’t think I have ever been more embarrassed in my life.

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Despite how I felt both physically and emotionally, I managed to get up and finish the race. All I could think of then was that I was not a quitter. I told myself to get up. I could also clearly hear my mother’s voice. “Never quit”. At that moment, I quickly reflected on my life. I have been knocked down many times, and, in many instances, gotten right back up. I did not come this far to give up now. I am a black girl at a predominantly white institution, taking difficult classwork, being pushed aside at every turn and still managing to stand. I could undoubtedly overcome another knockdown. The rap song lyrics, “Win, Win, Win, No Matter What,” played in my head. Despite my desire to win, continuing the race was more about the willingness not to quit and to set an example that everything is not about winning. Sometimes you have to lose to win. My family and I have always prided ourselves on not quitting and continuing our journey despite any setbacks that we may face. This was no different; I used the fall as motivation instead of an excuse or setback. I was in horrible pain running that race, but I was determined to cross that finish line.

The lesson to be learned here is a significant one. Never give up despite how many obstacles are in your path. I ended up finishing the race, and I did not come in last. The Bible is clear that all things are possible through Christ and that no weapon formed against me will prosper. The girls pushed me, and I refused to respond. Her actions nor my fall prevented me from finishing the race and reaching my goals. I have faced many challenges, and this was one of significance.

My actions stand as an example of how to face challenges. Although upset and embarrassed, I turned this experience into a positive one, and I still stand as an example of confidence and determination. Moreover, I am assured that with God, I can overcome all obstacles and all things are possible.

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Hilary Whitaker ’24

Beach at Midnight Rip my heart out from my hands, I can’t hold it any longer.

Blurry nights and moon-bright sands, gray with winter’s dreamy somber.

Waves that break and turn and yearn, clouds that fade into the stars.

Far away but oh so close, I see Jupiter and Mars.

Molly Taft ’24

Mallory DuBois ’28

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In Headlights Two days ago, I stepped outside, The morning air was cool at dawn.

I had to stop during my drive, In front of me, a little fawn.

The headlights stopped her in her tracks.

I couldn’t see her mother there.

Don’t deer usually come in packs?

I couldn’t help but catch her stare.

It’s like we came from the same soul, recognizing each other’s forms.

I look at her and I feel whole, A flower in a thunderstorm.

Tat Tvam Asi, Tat Tvam Asi, There I am, staring back at me.

Om Tat Sat, supreme reality, Oh, such a wild thing, to be.

She jumps into the air, alarmed.

Like a dance she frolics and leaps.

Soon she runs across the yards, Through the woods and over the creek.

Avery Balitsaris ’25

Oh, little deer, gentle and sweet, You caught my eye, don’t forget me, Memories like this are bittersweet, That you are…Tat Tvam Asi. Molly Taft ’24

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Trish Greek ’24

Molly Morrow ’24

Molly Taft ’24

Jordan Elsasser ’24

Butterfly

Lucy Maxim ’24

The butterfly flies Batting its wings in the wind

Against the calm storm She finds shelter in a bush Waiting out the rain.

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I believe that God has a plan for every one of us, but we have the free

will to make decisions for ourselves. I have encountered problems in my life but have the knowledge that I'm never alone because God’s there.

What brings me joy is playing field hockey, being on the team, and creating friendships. I wasn’t getting the playing time I thought I deserved, my initial reaction was frustration and anger. I sat on the sideline resenting and questioning my future commitment to the team. I felt defeated and embarrassed because of the time I put into this team and sport. What I realized was that because I wasn’t contributing on the field as my other teammates, I was contributing in other ways. I am able to lift up my teammates with a positive attitude and practice with my team to prepare for games. I learned that my attitude affects others and leads to victories. From that point, my perspective changed and I chose to surrender to God's plan. I believe this challenge in my life was a part of God’s plan and in the end, there's always a beneficial outcome.

It is natural to face setbacks throughout life. In my family we live by the saying “To whom much is given, much is expected.” (Luke 12:48) We are all bringing our dreams and goals with us and we should all expect to encounter adversity and challenges in our pursuit of those dreams. It is my goal to support my peers when facing those obstacles.

What stands in the way becomes the way.”

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Marcus Aurelius Siena Hobson ’24

Talia Scarpa ’24

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“Soy Orgullosa de ser de México” Audrey Gonzalez ’24

Soy orgullosa de ir a Cancún, México.

Soy orgullosa de mis abuelos.

Soy orgullosa del olor de la playa.

Soy orgullosa de la ciudad de México.

Soy orgullosa de la sensación de casa.

Soy orgullosa de tocar la arena.

Soy orgullosa de ver Chichén Itzá.

Soy orgullosa de la comunidad.

Soy orgullosa de los Prickly Pears Soy orgullosa del sol tan caliente como un horno.

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Ellie Biborosch ’26

Los Patas de Rory Emma Voegele ’24

Los patas de mi perro son muy grande, Les encanta bailar por la pista como una bailarina.

Los patas de mi perro tocan una canción por el suelo, La canción dice “tap tap tap.”

Las patas de mi perro son muy esponjosas, Ellos se ensucian cada vez que dan un solo paso.

Los patas de mi perro se pueden escuchar desde cualquier lugar, Se vuelven más rápidos cuando estás emocionado de casa.

Las patas de mi perro nunca deja de moverse, A menos que tenga algo que no debería tener…

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Soy Orgullosa de ir a Ocean City New Jersey

Jordan Elsasser ’24

Soy orgullosa de la pizza deliciosa de Manco y Manco.

Soy orgullosa de trabajar en Kohr Brothers.

Soy orgullosa de las tiendas as en Asbury Avenue.

Soy orgullosa de ir a la pasarela por la noche.

Soy orgullosa de montar la bicicleta, no usar un coche.

Soy orgullosa de la arena caliente en las playas.

Soy orgullosa de pasar tiempo con mi familia en mi casa.

Soy orgullosa de ir a Wawa con mis amigas para comprar comida.

Soy orgullosa de seguir el amor de mi Poppop y Mommom por Ocean City.

Artwork: Quinn Discher ’26

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“Una Oda a la Puesta Del Sol” Megan McCabe ’24

La puesta del sol, un regalo un cielo, Con colores cálidos y destellos brillantes, Pintando el horizonte con su pincel, Su luz dorada me encanta, La puesta del sol, una sensación de tranquilidad, Que llena mi corazón de felicidad, Miro desde mi casa, Admirando los colores naranja y rosa, La puesta del sol es como un abrazo cariñoso, Siempre estará allí

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Mi Stanley Sydney Peyton ’24

Mi botella de aqua es mi mejor amiga.

Es tan alta como en rascacielos.

Mi botella de agua es tan verde como las luces de neón.

Mi botella de aqua camina so conmigo a todas partes.

Mi Stanley mantiene el aqua muy fría.

Mi botella de agua es tan consoladora como una amiga.

Mi botella de agua hace que el aqua sea refrescante.

Uso mi botella de agua todos los días.

Me trae alegría cuando hay agua fría adentro.

Mi botella de agua está siempre conmigo.

Maddy Bitting ’25

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Mi Cama Peyton Cella ’24

Mi cama es una nube.

Mi cama es suave.

Cuando llego a casa mi cama me llama.

Siempre extraño mi cama en la escuela.

Mi cama es mi lugar feliz.

Mi cama me trae paz.

Mi cama es la fuente donde se forman mis sueños.

Mi cama es un paraíso.

Mi cama es blanca con flores.

Mi cama es mi zona de confort

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Jumping Right In Talia Scarpa ’24

“When it feels scary to jump, that’s exactly when you jump. Otherwise you end up staying in the same place your whole life” (Abel Morales). Jumping in the pool at the mother daughter picnic has been an event I looked forward to. In seventh grade, I remember my elementary school friend showing me a video of her sister, who was a member of the yellow class of 2019, jumping into the pool. My seventh grade self found this fun milestone even more of a reason to consider Notre Dame for high school. I shadowed Notre Dame that same year. I recall the students telling me how the plunge in the middle of September was an exclusive senior tradition. Other than the plunge, the pool is closed off to everyone. I always wondered why no one else could swim in the pool when it sat unutilized for the rest of the year.

This September, it was finally my turn to jump into the pool with my one hundred and eight red sisters. We held each others’ hands as we submerged on the count of three into the glistening water as our mothers, grandmothers, special someones, and friends watched us. The water was warmer than I thought it would be. When I arose out of the aquamarine ripples, I looked over to see my mom within the pool perimeters, smiling and beaming with joy. She was taking more pictures than I could count, so that I could have a tangible keepsake to reminisce back on this moment. I swam over to my friends to give them hugs as I tried to stay afloat. Red leis drifted around me as I looked out past the stone gate to see my younger Notre Dame sisters witness the enjoyment of this unique experience. My classmates and I continued to swim around as we laughed about the entertaining absurdity of the situation- swimming around in our uniforms in the school pool as everyone at the luncheon watched.

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This event was the first time it really hit me that I was a senior. I remember watching the yellow class jump last year and thinking that in the same time frame the next year, I would be living the same life. The craziness of life between extracurricular activities and school work never gave me the chance to stop and think about how fast my time as a high school student is moving. The pool is a space that I have mindlessly walked by everyday throughout the course of my four years in high school. In the mundane actions of routine life, I have rushed past the pool to softball games by taking the shortcut path as a Freshman; walked to Spanish class with my friend as a Sophomore; left school after theater rehearsal as a Junior; and now I am continuing to attempt to arrive at the mansion on time for AP Lit as a Senior. The narrative of this space changed from a place on campus I always stroll by to a place where I made one of my fondest memories at Notre Dame.

Since I jumped in the pool, I have turned eighteen, submitted my first round of college applications, and completed my first full month as a senior. Time, like waving waters, keeps moving whether I want it to or not. When I jumped into the pool, I jumped into having more responsibilities, becoming an adult, and growing up. There is no going back. Unfortunately, change is inevitable whether this change is good or bad. I know this year is going to be a tide of emotions. Sometimes I am going to find myself in deep waters, trying to stay afloat. In other scenarios, I am going to find myself in calm waters, staying safe in the tranquility of my current life. This time next year, I am going to be in a new water, probably more like an ocean than a pool. But when I get scared, I will remember that “sometimes you just have to jump in both feet first” (unknown).

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Marianna Pilacik ’24

The Journey has just begun…

Marianna Pilacik ’24

Enjoy the Ride!