Prisms: Spring 2019 | Volume 29

Prisms

Saint Joseph Notre Dame High School

Prisms Vol. 29 2018/2019

PRISMS A LITERARY ART MAGAZINE

SPRING 2019 VOLUME 29 St. Joseph Notre Dame High School 1011 Chestnut Street Alameda, California

Editorial Staff

Vivi McKee Jenna Duran Emilia Kaldis Emma Courville

General Staff

Editor-in-Chief Literary Editor Media Editor Layout Designer

Ellie Chareonsuphiphat Andrew Fowler Jiveny Knight Binh Ngo

Lisa Ramos Alex Rayo Sofia Reeves Richard Reid

COVER ART

ADVISORS

Emilia Kaldis

Title Page Art Sofia Reeves

Colette Gunn-Graffy Andrew McKee

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS Paula Cekola Elizabeth Peláez Norris

PRISMS literary-art magazine, established in 1991, is a Signature Program published by students of St. Joseph Notre Dame High School in Alameda, California. Submissions may be turned in throughout the year. They are judged by PRISMS staff. As a “rainbow refraction of light,” PRISMS reflects the diversity of the SJND student body through different mediums and genres. Funded by St. Joseph Notre Dame High School, PRISMS is enjoyed and shared by our school community. Each SJND family receives a free copy.

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

Dedication, Great Day Today, Sam Reynolds ‘19

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Letter from an Editor, Jenna Duran ‘19

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Golden State, Vivi McKee ‘19

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The First, Julia Verdict ‘19

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The Forest, Lauren Granados ‘22

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Toppings, Alex Rayo ‘21

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Jarritos, Cynthia Guzman ‘20

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Butterflies in Wilderness, Alexa Sanchez ‘20

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Sonnet #1: Like a rush of fresh air, Jenna Duran ‘19

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A Sonnet About Rice, Koa Chen ‘21

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Peaches, Luccionna Washington ‘20

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My Mother Sings, Henry Garcia ‘21

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Southwest, Vivi McKee ‘19

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Quiet Moments, Andrew Fowler ‘20

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How Ice Warms My Heart, Lisa Rose Ramos ‘21

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Gallery Walk of the Penguins, Sofia Reeves ‘19

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Never Ending, Jiveny Knight ‘20

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Santa Cruz Sunset, Abigail McCue ‘19

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French Toast, Sophia Seiwald ‘19

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Senior Year, Jason Ricketts ‘19

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The Sea, Iriana Aranda ‘19

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Gold, Adam Campos ‘19

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Under the Sea, Vivian Pham ‘20

page 42

Seclusion, Vicki Anderer ‘21

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La Mar, Iriana Aranda ‘19

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7 Degrees, Julianne Mckenna ‘19

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My Aspirati-, Anonymous

page 44

Entry of the Warriors X Oye Como Va, Jane Bacon ‘20

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Succulent, Emma Courville ‘19

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Road To Somewhere, Emma Courville ‘19

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Insomnia, Sofia Reeves ‘19

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Seniorszn, Adam Campos ‘19

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Eagle, Davis Stewart ‘20

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Untitled, Rosie Saxton ‘19

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Wander, Teagan Waterloo ‘19

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Homage, Pedro Lara ‘20

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Sign, Julianne McKenna ‘19

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Roe, Leah Carlson ‘20

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Reminiscences of A Lifetime, Andrew Fowler ‘20

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Beautiful Seoul of Hers, Lisa Rose Ramos ‘21

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Still Life, Haleigh Johnson ‘19

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Postmortem Duet, Lisa Rose Ramos ‘21

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A Bangladeshi Factory Worker, Anonymous

Swift Stream, Christopher Jaber ‘21

page 37

Choose Love, Haleigh Johnson ‘19

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It Rains in Autumn, Sofia Reeves ‘19

page 38

Accept or Decline, Gerald Mays ‘19

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We, Sofia Reeves ‘19

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Aking Tahanan (My Home), Jenna Duran ‘19

Local, Vivi McKee ‘19

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Giraffes With Hats, Sofia Reeves ‘19

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I am Esteban, Esteban Salcedo ‘19

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Hallways…, Iriana Aranda ‘19

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Old Gods, Emilia Kaldis ‘19

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Ferocious Feline, Jaden Echague ‘19

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An Astronaut, Koa Chen ‘21

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Sheets, Iriana Aranda ‘19

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De,Bass,Y Arabesques Drum Take, Diego Salgues ‘20

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Suspension, Sofia Reeves ‘19

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Still Life, Lauren Granados ‘22

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Strawberry Rain, Alessandra Cuevas ‘22

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My Closet, Alicia Lucero ‘19

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Untitled, Sophia Seiwald ‘19

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Trust Is, Koa Chen ‘21

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Orange in my Throat, Julia Verdict ‘19

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Mr. Jennings

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The Frenzied Hardships of Ky and Ngat, Lana Dao ‘21 pages 74-77 Emotions, Vivian Pham ‘20 Contributors Poet Laureates Star Society Members Prisms Awards and Colophon

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Great Day Today

Sam Reynolds '19, Digital Illustration

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True to your School Jenna Duran '19, Literary Editor

Golden State Vivi McKee '19, Editor in Chief

High school is complicated. Students are often so engrossed by the stress of school, the anxiety of college projects, Mr. Rhatigan’s tests, and the burden of frequent social interaction. However, at that same time, high school can also be one of the best times of a student’s adolescence. The best memories are made on Kairos, lifelong friendships begin between locker buddies, and one begins to grow physically, mentally, and spiritually. Four years go by fast, there is no doubt about that. One minute you’re playing buggies up at O-Day and the next you’re walking the stage at graduation. The flight along the way is filled with highs and lows, but the journey throughout it is what makes this crazy experience all worth it.

Saint Joseph Notre Dame High School is a school rooted in pride.

Pilot Pride, to be exact. Whether it be through rocking the bright tutus, donning multi-colored face paint, or doing literally anything for a Spirit Week point – the love that SJND Pilots have for their school is unmatched and cannot be replicated anywhere else. The spirit of St. Joseph Notre Dame has lasted for generations and is not going away anytime soon. Pilots, both old and young, cherish the memories made on Chestnut Street.

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The First

Deep in the Forest

Julia Verdickt '19

Ah, here we go again More boxes, more asphalt yards More faces, more names Here we go again It is now that I decide to sit By the fireplace Where it is so warmly lit A soothing embrace Here I talk of firsts First steps First days First teeth First losses First wins When the boxes are unpacked The sooty asphalt left behind This is where I return to Where I find you

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Lauren Granados '22 You who have seen me On strange seas In dark forests Giving me a cup of tea You warm my bones And cradle my soul Let’s sit together Walk together When I am alone I am not You have seen me I have sat by the fire For the longest time Here we go again Repeating the same Dirty asphalt Packed up boxes First tens First years First sight You The First First

Watercolor and Pen

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Toppings Alex Rayo '21

Jarritos Cynthia Guzman '20

You ignorant, sad fools What an illegal activity!

In doing so you break the rules As I meet you with fierce negativity Your appalling toppings so vile Constantly change a pie once delicious Leaving it broken and defiled Through actions so malicious Those rank, poor rectangles of deceit Cannot be sprinkled across a great food How can they be compared to the decadence of meat?

An appetizing topping I choose not to exclude That crime so nasty I am willing to stand my groundPineapple on pizza should never be found.

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Butterflies in Wilderness Alexa Sanchez '20

Sonnet #1: Like a rush of fresh air Jenna Duran '19

Like a rush of fresh air your presence was made known to me, Surrounded by people yet you were oh so captivating.

The moment our eyes met I felt something along the lines of uncertainty.

Deep down the beat of my heart was accelerating, Overwhelmed by happiness, I was in disbelief that this was us.

You and I together, what could possibly go wrong?

Little did I know that nothing in life is as easy as it comes.

Perhaps I was blinded by the volume of the song I was so caught up in what we had become, That I let my heart get the best of me, My heart and brain too caught up to the beat of the song.

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And you—boy of mystery Thank you for the memories.

It’s such a shame that we weren’t meant to be.

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A Sonnet AboutK Rice C '21 oa hen

Peaches L W '20 uccionna

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Small and insignificant and white, Just nearly void of all nutrition, Small and simple, a drop of defiled light, Eaten by those with or without ambition; It does not really matter.

Although beauty is great, when youth is done, Between it and rice there is no latter; Since even rice fills more than the sunIt fills the belly from hunger nagging And distracts the mind from the pangs of day.

When the beautiful are not bragging,

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For in the end, they will say That true, it is, that rice is plain But it gives strength to those in pain.

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My Mother Sings Henry Garcia '21

Southwest Vivi McKee '19

I hear my mother singing, the Spanish tunes I hear, Those of love, singing about the joys of experiencing love, My mother singing at the top of her lungs, Singing to the neighbors, letting everyone hear about her joy.

I hear my mother sing a song of hope, one full of dreams I hear my mother sing.

She sings her heart out, shouting her dreams to the world.

She sings her dream, and she’s moved by her words.

I hear my mother sing, she sings while she makes dinner I hear my mother sing, she sings before I’m sent to school I hear my mother sing, she sings and her words always linger I hear my mother sing, she sings and her words are never cruel I would hear her amazing voice, as I begin to dream I will hear her amazing voice as I chase that dream For throughout my life, my mother will always sing.

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From birth till our parting, she will always sing.

As I grow up and chase my dream, She will always sing.

I chase my dreams for her, And I chase my dreams for me.

I chase my dreams for her And I hope that as I do, She will always sing.

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Quiet Moments

Andrew Fowler '20

You sit there sheltered by the trees.

How Ice Warms My Heart Lisa Rose Ramos '21 The jolly Christmas music of the 2000s playing quietly in the

Back slumped against the Parish Wall.

midst of the ever-moving crowd. The smooth screech of a blade,

The sound of church bells: but a tease

slashing onto the canvas of ice. In the distance a thud, followed

Of what’s to come amidst it all.

by a giggle of a girl who watches her friend struggle to lift herself up. I’m holding my friend’s hand, our teeth chattering as we enter

You watch a leaf fall to the ground And settle quiet... in its place.

the ice rink, the coldness of it all throwing us off balance from the start. It’s the Vacaville Ice Rink, a place I always went to the day

It rustles softly, but a sound

after Christmas, a yearly tradition I spend with my friend and family

That would be lost amidst the haste.

whom I cherish dearly. The scene before me is a slight blur with my glasses left behind, but the tacky yet vibrant light that emits from

Rushing to and fro,

the decorations paves my way through the dimness. Passing the

We think the leaves will never go.

murmurings of people joyful or frustrated, we skate in a concrete

We do not pause when the wind blows For after all, we have lives to live and things to know.

pattern: swish, swoosh, swish, swoosh, swish, and suddenly the world turns sideways. My clothes suddenly chill me to the bone, the ice bites at my hands, and feelings of frost and new bruises

Despite the beauty of it all,

soon to appear. I look back and my friend is in the same position as

It’s easy to forget about

well; bubbles of laughter erupt and panting breaths can be visible

The leaves that dance and fall,

in the chilling air. Whether it’s from the small fall or the feeling of

Whisper to us in quiet moments And remind us that everything will be okay.

euphoria and exhilaration waving over me, my body feels numb to it all. Yet, looking around this wintry atmosphere only makes my heart grow warmer.

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Gallery Walk of the Penguins

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Never Ending

Santa Cruz Sunset

Jiveny knight '20

Abigail McCue '19

Senior Year Jason Ricketts '19

A chapter is done A new one will be written The book continues

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Gold

Seclusion

Adam Campos '19

Vicki Anderer '21 It’s just you, Sitting by your window once again, Alone.

Everyone has someone on their side, Your parents have each other’s backs, And your brothers stick up for each other, But you my friend are once again alone.

No one is protecting you but yourself.

You retreat to your safe place, Then they take it away.

You retreat to your safe person, And they leave you.

You’re still alone, You tell two friends, One abandons you, For their issues seem to them far worse, The other spills to everyone.

You’re still alone, People come and go, But you’re always alone, Maybe you were destined to feel this pain, The loneliness and isolation.

Everyone failed you, but really You failed yourself.

It is and always will be just you for No one can help you.

It’s just you.

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7 Degrees Julianne McKenna '19

Entry of the Warriors X Oye Como Va

Photography

Jane Bacon '20 Use this QR code to hear Jane's piece as played at the Spring Festival of Music!

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Seniorszn

Road To Somewhere

Adam Campos '19

Emma Courville '19

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Untitled

Homage

Rosie Saxton '19

Pedro Lara '20

Use this QR code to hear Pedro's piece as played at the Spring Festival of Music! Just point your iPhone camera at it or Use an Android QR App.

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Roe

Leah Carlson '20

Beautiful Seoul of Hers Lisa Rose Ramos '21

Spacing Out

Tempera

Emilia Kaldis '19

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Bright-eyed, boisterous me, still high on American air, I met her, a woman clad in elegance and modernism With cherry red lips and porcelain skin that welcomed me that hot summer night.

Her lively presence gave me the rushing euphoria of standing on top of skyscrapers And she smiled to herself holding on to me, smug knowing she was the sole reason of my happiness.

I thought she was perfect.

But the more time I spent with her, there were things that bothered me.

She was insecure.

Under all ten layers of makeup hid self-consciousness in how she appeared, constantly hoping that the concealer hides all the problems she kept inside.

She was always hustling.

Always on the move and I can never keep up, my feet close to collapsing and there she was, constantly running around despite the late hours of the starlit sky.

She was overwhelming.

I was suffocated by everywhere she took me to, like I’d never belong here, that my carefree attitude and broken skin clashed with the flawless guise she put up.

And with that constant feeling lingering over me, I eventually left.

Yet left with such beautiful memories, I would miss that beautiful Seoul of hers.

Because being with her was a new breath of fresh air.

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Postmortem Duet Lisa Rose Ramos '21

Swift Stream Christopher Jaber '21

Weary are nimble hands, gliding along wired strings Moving endlessly to express a tune my heart must sing In hopes it reaches across barriers of life and death Regardless of whether such ears do hear each note sent.

An inquiry to your soul, to whom I unwillingly lost Continuously strumming, my fingers terribly exhaust’d; In refusal to accept a lover that’s long gone To reincarnate thee through a beautiful, yet painful song.

My emotions move in tandem, Attracted to a harmony that’s called “you” But one does grow tired of no answers So the once vibrant strings will have ceased to move.

Use this QR code to hear Chris' piece as played at the Spring Festival of Music! Just point your iPhone camera at it or Use an Android QR App.

I wished you played the melody back, even in death A symbol of our everlasting love together—a duet.

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It Rains in Autumn

We

Sofia Reeves '19

Sofia Reeves '19

Today the sky is like steel I can feel the weight of it against my back, The soft moisture of the air hanging low to touch such simple bodies as these that walk below, So selfishly unaware of the subtle majesty in the silvered giants that coat the sky.

Somehow I feel that the moments before the rain are filled with the most deafening silence, As if the earth has come to rest in quiet surrender to the heavens; As if some ancient gods still war in anonymity.

It begins with the winds in frenzied cacophony, Faded leaves as shifting sands blown along the pavemented earth.

Then the drops that fall softly and are caught on my cheeks and fingertips, Their elements reborn.

Then two realms meet in a sudden downpour, Water streaming like walls to be broken, to shatter on impact.

The endless deluge thrums along the rooftops and knocks at doors, The cold air frosts over window panes.

We cower inside and we imagine the sun goes down, somewhere beyond that dark, damp sky.

When I fall asleep, it is to the sounds of the rain, The rumble of some mystery that I cannot interpret, A flood.

Tomorrow, the world will be new, washed clean, And we will remember When the sky was like steel.

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Local

French Toast

Vivi McKee '19

Sophia Seiwald '19

Photography

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Under the Sea Vivian Pham '20

The Sea

El Mar

Iriana Aranda '19

Iriana Aranda '19

The great unknown at my fingertips, vast and mysterious and strong.

A whole new world waiting to be seen, just beyond the surface.

Limitless power, swells and storms and crashes.

But from above, we do not see the beauty, nor peace of what is below.

Miles upon miles of blue, life of all forms thriving.

Vibrance and festivities in every corner, not a boring thing in sight.

Two completely opposite worlds, split by the smallest of borders.

Just take a plunge and see for yourself, the way of natures order

La grandeza de lo desconocido a la punta de mis dedos, vasto, misterioso y poderoso.

Todo un mundo nuevo esperando ser visto, justo bajo la superficie. poder ilimitado, oleajes, tormentas y golpes.

Pero arriba, no puedes ver la belleza, ni paz de lo que hay debajo.

Millas y millas de azul, vida en todas formas desarrollándose.

Vibración y festividad en cada esquina, no hay ninguna cosa aburrida en este sitio.

Dos mundos completamente opuestos, divididos por pequeñísimas fronteras.

Basta zammbullirte y verás por ti mismo, el camino del orden de la naturaleza.

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My AspiratiAnonymous

Succulent Emma Courville '19

You can be whatever you want to be so long as you put your mind to it.

9 What do you want to be?

A Princess.

12 What do you want to be?

An Astronaut.

15 What do you want to be?

A Doctor.

17 What do you want to be?

An Engineer.

An engineer?!

I can be whatever I want to— You cannot become an engineer.

I can be whatever I want to be so long as I— We agreed on a doctor.

I can be whatever I want to be so long as I put my mind— But you want to be a doctor.

I can be whatever I want to be so long as I put my mind to it.

What did you want to be?

A Doctor.

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Insomnia Sofia Reeves '19

I live in the space between days Run my fingers across the hours Like spines of old books, Blowing away the dust to see them clearer.

I wake in the night When a breeze blows through the window And shadows stretch their arms throughout the room, The cool embrace of the midnight hour.

Sleep does not come to reclaim her lost soldier And so in this world I remain For terrors of the waking hours to fill my mind So that I do not remember my dreams.

When the sun is born again I know that I will leave the place where time stands still To roam the streets, A stranger in this bright world, And carry insecurities in my jacket pockets.

I cling to my time in the space between days When the world is still And the shadows dance.

I know that again I can always return When the days wear away And the night takes me home.

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Eagle Davis Stewart '20

Scratchboard

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Wander Teagan Waterloo '19

Sign Julianne McKenna '19 By looking for a sign I ignore what is in front of me By searching for what I lost I find even less I can’t move on And I accept that I can’t let go And I release that The love in your life gave me the world Remember me Blue ocean eyes which I cannot see Hold my hand When I walk down the street Need not know you were there For you never left But Feel your warmth So I don’t forget

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Reminiscences of A Lifetime Andrew Fowler '20

Use the QR code to hear Andrew's music as performed at the Spring Festival of Music as performed

by Isabella Freitas & Francesca Bauldry! Just point your iPhone camera at it or Use an Android QR App.

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Still Life Haleigh Johnson '19

Colored Pencil

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A Bangladeshi Factory Worker Anonymous

I had a long day at work. My feet were sore, my back ached, my stomach was grumbling, & I had a long walk ahead of me.

Most days, my pure exhaustion numbed me to the distance.

However, today was different. My production supervisor had come close to firing me & I realized how unprepared I was to be unemployed. My two daughters would starve & I know the light in my life would be extinguished. I couldn’t let that happen, so I pushed through. My supervisor had asked me to skip the one 15 minute lunch break in my 10-hour shift so I could produce 25 more shirts for the company. My fingers were raw from sewing & I felt faint so I quietly mumbled, “I think I need to eat. It will only take a few minutes.” This was not an acceptable response. The only acceptable response was no response, just a shy nod & silence. I knew this but I was just so hungry & had brought a small bag of lentils that was burning a hole in my pocket. His response came heavy & harsh. “It would only take a few minutes to replace you.”

And so I worked. I repeatedly felt my eyes roll back in my head & I had to blink hard to regain consciousness. I felt my stomach roar inside me as I stitched & my fatigued hands shook. At the end of my shift, I knew I had 3 things to be thankful for: the small amount of money I had made, my children, & the extra lentils I never ate to feed them. I now knew for certain that there was little I could do to better the lives of my children. If I lost my job, there would be no money & no food & no one to support us. Jobs are scarce so I couldn’t afford any more back talk to my supervisor. I would have to put my head down & tough it out. Sewing the same 52 * P r i s m s

word on the same shirt day after day became a part of my muscle memory & at first, I thought a lot while I worked. Now, it felt like I had no thoughts at all. I stitched the word “hope” onto the black t-shirt & slipped into half-consciousness, as I often did on my 5-mile walk home or while I fed my daughters when I finally arrived at midnight. I stumbled around as if I was a shell of a person, unfulfilled & emotionless.

But on this night, my mind was racing with thoughts.

I couldn’t help but find the word that I sewed every day with irony. It made no sense to me that rich people in rich countries with rich lives needed a reminder of hope while I was suffering. I fumed over this idea the whole way home.

When I finally stepped through the door, I heard my mother’s dismayed voice. “Sumaiya, late again,” she groaned. “I don’t have time to be your babysitter, Sumaiya. I have other family to care for, selfish girl.” This was exactly what I needed to hear. She quickly gathered her things & stormed off, & I waited for the slam of the door to let my tears fall. I only had but a moment to myself before Nazia & Anuva hopped onto my lap, complaining of their hunger. I took the lentils out of my pocket & they stared in awe at the legumes as if I had pulled out a bag full of diamonds & rubies instead.

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Choose Love Haleigh Johnson '19

Accept or Decline Gerald Mays '19

I am Afrocentric & I accept it like a phone call The dashikis, pouring water into a tree, saying ashe for prayer I accept my sexuality, I like girls & their curls & their beautiful twirls I’m an American, which I decline, until my people get their rights to the extent I like I am not a statistic, I am trying to get out of the dirty hood And I don’t want to be caught on that wood that my people got addicted to, Currently I don’t know what I should do I accept my flexibility, I have the capability to do the splits I accept my gender, & the letters are H & E I decline my class, until I become rich And just remember I always hit the perfect pitch When I’m singing but should I pick up the phone

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while it’s ringing?

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Aking Tahanan (My Home) Jenna Duran '19

Across the globe in a whole new world lies the city that is the farthest thing from diamonds & pearls.

Tricycles, bicycles, & two-lane roads.

This is the “Seafood Capital of the Philippines” Roxas City, a place that many can call home Houses that’ve been ravaged by centuries of typhoons Shoeless school children running amongst the streets Men & women doing whatever they can to put food on their plates A corrupt government sees this, but has not taken action They are to fend for themselves, alone & afraid Despite all of the Despair Hardship And Poverty

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This is still their home Their smiles are wide Their minds are bright Families stay together No one gets left behind Nothing can stop them From going on with their life Nothing takes away from the true beauty within It is a city filled with hard-working, loyal, & faith-filled individuals The younglings are ambitious & crave a bigger, brighter future Right down the main road is Baybay Beach Perhaps one of the most beautiful in the world Roxas City is aking tahanan The home of my ancestors The land of my family A place so utterly different from my ordinary, yet I have never been anywhere that I’ve felt more at peace

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Giraffes With Hats Sofia Reeves '19

I am Esteban Esteban Salcedo '19

A man of immeasurable intellect that surpasses this human form A body composed of years of Mexican heritage & traditions passed down for generations Generations of cooking tamales at Christmas & pozole in the hottest summers Born in the summer to a middle class family, post immigration to the U S of A The integration was easy creating a person ready for the culture of this country I might be ready for this world but I am full of contradictions I present myself as a gym fanatic yet this hyper masculine activity does not take away from the fact that I love animals A hot head who loves cold weather A serious & precise person who still enjoys laughing & playing video games I am quirky to the point where my captivating cat memes will incite an emotion you’ve never felt before I am Esteban ;)

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Watercolor

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Hallways…

Iriana Aranda '19

A clear road . . .

Deserted & empty, No life detected as I stare at the long path ahead of me.

The first step is the hardest to take.

Wanting to turn back & leave this place.

Walls going on forever - the journey ahead unknown.

Thousands of doors lining the path All of them waiting to be opened . . .

Fear growing inside me, screaming at me to stay.

I hesitate . . .

My foot hovering above the ground.

Thinking of what will happen when I take this step.

Futures will change My world will be different Life will never be the same Possibilities seem endless.

Thoughts raging through my mind, driving me insane.

My life will be different, Is this for the best?

Thoughts plaguing me, my foot retracting.

Yet, in the furthest reaches of my mind, a voice calls me.

So quiet & soft, whispering ‘what if?’

What if this is for the better?

What if this is our future?

What if?

Growing louder as I listen, urging me to move forward, Pushing the other voices to a place where I can not hear them anymore.

This voice, Giving me hope, Singing through me as I look ahead.

With no doubts in mind, No hesitations holding me back, I take that first step on the unknown road.

My journey has begun, my life waiting ahead of me.

Moving forth for the better, leaving the worst behind me.

The path is clear, radiant & full . . .

A flame of life burning ahead.

Old Gods Emilia Kaldis '19

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Ferocious Feline Jaden Echague '19 I do dread having a bad reckless cat, who is always very jealous and mad.

He is always excited for a rat, but when he does not get one he is sad.

He always plays with a big red yarn ball, that is all raggedy and all torn up.

He never comes to me when I call him, sometimes instead I wish I had a pup.

But, he is such an adorable cat, yet he knows how to make me want to sigh.

So technically he is just a cute brat, that literally makes me want to cry.

I believe I will just keep him for now, thank you so much for sticking around, ciao.

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An Astronaut Koa Chen '21

I will be an astronaut, High above the world I think I would be good at it Because I’m not afraid to be twirled ‘Round like a dancer of ballet In the blackness of space.

And I’m not afraid of being alone In endless silence In the vacuum of space.

I would enjoy the endless boredom Lasting ad infinitum.

But I would run out of math Problems & equations, No mysteries to solve.

In reality, it’s not for me.

The silence would lose its interest What do I like?

I like maths, science & mysteries.

I will be a scientist.

And solve problems for the astronauts.

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Sheets Iriana Aranda '19

Black lines across the page with a foreign language written upon them.

Unknown to the eyes of many & a gift to those so few.

But looking between the lines, beyond the scribbles & marks, Into the blank white space where a story unfolds.

This foreign language coming to life, telling of love, of pain, of anger.

Sheet upon sheet of emotions & heart.

Euphoric & moving through the thrill & changes Sheets take on a life of their own, their words spilling into the world.

Waves of sound crashing into people’s lives.

Loud, soft, high, low.

All are present, painting the day with their melody.

A once foreign language now known to all the world.

Through sheets & song, through hearts & mind.

All come together, a beautiful melody now composed.

Singing to the world, changing what is known.

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De-Bass-Y Arabesques Drum Take Diego Salgues '20

Use the QR code to listen to Diego's music as performed at the Spring Festival of Music. Just point your iPhone camera at it or Use an Android QR App.

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Suspension

Sofia Reeves '19

Still Life Lauren Granados '22

like gravity has been turned off I imagine this is what it might be like to be out in space only here I know my ups & downs the sky, its wide maw overhead and the sea, the swallowing abyss below. the waves rolling & moving me among them with breeze along in the air the taste of salt along my lips I think that I could stay here forever floating the ocean a steady hand to bear me until the end of time. uncertainty forgotten here in the constant ebb & flow of tides to play tag with the sun & moon through the days. the water is cool, clear I drift on my back & the moving wind tickles the soles of my feet, my fingertips such vulnerable pieces left out on the line as dripping clothes I do not think about what moves above or below me.

Watercolor

tonight I lie awake sand crunches between teeth skin tough hair crisp with salt feeling the ghosts of waves as I move through them once more Suspended.

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Strawberry Rain Alessandra Cuevas '22

My Closet Alicia Lucero '19

Tempera

Digital Illustration

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Untitled Sophia Seiwald '19

Trust Is Koa Chen '21

Trust is like a Temper: It depends on the person.

And it can be lost very quicklyIt may take a while, But it will go impatiently.

And leaves in its place, A raging void Inside the heart.

Pen

Once broken, it is possible But difficult to Persuade it to come back And close itself back up Like a zippered opening.

Once irritated, It becomes easier for it to be lost.

Like a scratched scab, It becomes torn.

Don’t you just wish We could be Like a faithful hound?

Trusting, slow to anger­But pass the boundaries, Take his food, & he’ll snapThen he’ll return to being Your faithful hound He’ll forget what you did And continue to love you.

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Orange in my Throat Julia Verdict '19

I’ve got an Orange in my Throat I’m sorry I can’t reply But that doesn’t mean That I don’t exist I’ve lived most of my life with an Orange in my Throat You learn a lot When you can only speak in Broken Croaks I garble & marvel at you who can speak Placing you on a pedestal Much too High Do they know me?

Who I am without the Orange?

Did they ask me?

I don’t know But I don’t feel so I try to spit it out But it comes forth In a gross Orange smile My lips part To reveal the slimy peel And so you carry on Believing what you want Because I’ve got an Orange in my Throat

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What you think Becomes who I am What I am What I think Because my croaks become your words It’s easy to say that When no one knows What my croaks are “She means this when she croaks (At least I think she does) So I know her croak (More than she does)” But I don’t think you do When I finally manage to Spit it out You shove another one down my throat “No, this is the way you are, I know who you are, I can understand your croaks, So keep croaking,” But I don’t think you do And I really want to get This fruit out of my mouth (Maybe I’ll spit it on your face)

And say (and speak like you do) I’m not what you say Because you never bothered To ask what the croak meant What the gross peel smile meant Because you want what you want And I was too afraid Not to give it to you So I let myself stuff down the orange And now it’s still there Lodged deep down But I’m beginning to think You’re not worth it And that’s OK, I’ll leave the orange there & live life My own way Maybe I’ll be alone The only who knows What my voice sounds like And my smile looks like But I deserve that more than you.

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The Frenzied Hardships of Ky & Ngat Lana Dao '21

It was a Tuesday. The September of 1995. In the midst of “the land of oaks” lay a learning center identified as Laney College. The towering seven story building, which was placed in the midst of the busy, man-made “heart” of Oakland & the I -880, often encountered the piercing sounds of rapid car engines coursing along. Through the campus, men strolled around with food carts, with blaring, confident voices declaring, “Elotes! I have elotes,” while students hurried along, resembling clueless mice running in a frenzy throughout a large home. As the clock struck 12, a husband & wife duo named Ky & Ngat stood silently, slightly elevating their heads to the enormous & intimidating building. While fluent in Vietnamese, they came for English lessons through the ESL (English as a Second Language) program, with generously given financial aid by donors. As minutes passed, they entered a mysterious door that belonged to room 102. The classroom had a distinct musty smell of perspiration, & the lack of ventilation further increased it. Across from the chipped auburn painted door, lay multiple rectangular large black tables along with rows of blue chairs.

Chalkboards evidently were stationed over the beige colored walls of the classroom, presenting the delicate yet tidy cursive handwriting of the educator. 8 by 12 posters of “parts of speech” & “sentence structure” were plastered on the enormous corkboard, with bold headers & various complementing colors of reds & purples. However, these words were visually & mentally incomprehensible through Ky’s eyes, as the words seemed to look like scattered, unorganized puzzle pieces in a box. As the teacher entered the room, confidently saying, “Hello,” Ky & Ngat ultimately knew that learning English would be a difficult challenge.

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At the age of 43, Ky was given the talent of using his powerful, roaring voice to express his current thoughts.

Ngat, in comparison, was an attentive learner who strived to succeed in the variety of goals she had set in her life. However, during the ESL lessons, they both felt like stranded survivors in a miniature island, deprived of resources & help. Stacks of papers were rapidly piling, unattended, as Ky & Ngat had difficulty understanding these assignments. The teacher’s voice seemed inaudible & muffled through the ears of Ky & Ngat, as if the teacher’s voice were covered with a piece of cloth. The language barrier was immensely large… it was as if the duo were from completely different planets. On the day of their first exam, Ky & Ngat sat in the back two seats. Their hands were shaking furiously. As the teacher passed out the exams, every square inch of Ky’s body tensed. Pencils clashed, making direct & sudden contact across the whitish-gray toned papers. The sound echoed, sending immense shivers & tingles throughout his bones. He could feel the sensation of a mysterious figure slyly sneaking up on him. A figure identified as anxiety. He moved his eyes slightly to the right, looking at his precious wife in his peripheral view for guidance & comfort. There she sat, her eyes thoroughly analyzing the questions. Its sentence structure. Its word formations. She silently dropped her pencil, & froze as she admitted defeat, which was extremely rare for Ngat. Suddenly, blink. The teacher coursed through the room & collected the exams. Blink. The couple were confronted with a large “F” on their exams.

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towards the tired & drained couple, & notified them of the opportunity of tutoring them before they get too far behind.

The couple answered with an immediate yes. As their voices strained very forcefully, the classroom illuminated with their positive radiation of thankfulness. From 3 to 5 every day of the week, they dedicated their time to expanding their knowledge of the English language. Ky & Ngat sat in a secluded, dim classroom, & waited for the clarifying moment hen they were granted guidance & understanding. Finally, this was it. During these hours, they both diligently inspected & studied their notes while imagining a dream of making their children proud.

At the time, this seemed to be impossible & was only engraved in their minds as a figment of their imagination. Minutes changed into hours as they sat silently, gravitating their focus towards the constant repetition of their vocabulary words & grammatical lessons. The following day, the teacher quickly informed the class to prepare a presentation that revolved around themselves, all in English. As the time was up, Ky was extremely confident. He went up with his stature in a tall & mighty matter, & stood with a smile as the entire class glared at him. Suddenly, with his vivid & clear voice, he projected his sentences throughout the room. However, snickers & laughs were directed toward his extremely butchered sentences, which he had not realized during his presentation. Immediately, Ky’s confident self retrogressed back into the sheltered & insecure self that he was the previous few weeks before.

moment, it was as if the ceilings of the classroom opened up & unleashed the clouds of the heavens with radiating energy striking towards them. A melodious sound of the harp echoed in their minds as the beautiful singing of angels dispersed throughout the classroom. The couple began to finally feel confident as they rapidly moved through the test in an easy & comprehensible manner. The next day, the couple proudly received their test scores. On it, in markings of red ink, was a large formation of the letter “B.” For the next couple of months, Ky & Ngat continued to go through the complex process of learning English but were able to apply their newly learned skills to interpret & analyze the difficult aspects of the language. Through these moments, they began to appreciate their decision to learn a second language, which benefited them through communications with their children, as well as acquaintances that they encountered in their lives. Throughout the vast & long days for the following five years, Ky & Ngat proudly entered a new world, skillfully using their Vietnamese & English languages to equally express their cultural identities.

The following week, the teacher gave another exam. Finally, the duo felt as if it was their moment of glory, a redemption that they could challenge & overcome. The day of the exam, Ky & Ngat silently sat down in their seats, & analyzed the waves of lessons that they had learned before. As the exams were passed, Ky & Ngat’s bodies shook, as fear increased in their minds. They inspected the tests in front of them & came to the realization that the hard work & dedication during the tiring after-school lessons had benefited them after all! The eyes of both brightened & enlarged, twinkling after the gloomy energy throughout the tiring weeks of classes & school. In that exact 76 * P r i s m s

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Emotions

Contributors

Vivian Pham '20

Vicki Anderer ‘21 has always been interested in literature & enjoys improving her writing in her English classes at SJND. Iriana Aranda ‘19 started writing poetry in middle school. Her poem,

Hallways is a reflection of her time in high school & her experiences.

Jane Bacon ‘20 has been playing music since elementary school. She has loved her time in Mrs. Cekola’s band classes.

Adam Campos ‘19 started making photography his sophomore year. He is now a freelance photographer & shoots mainly portraits & sporting events all around the Bay Area.

Leah Carlson ‘20 has been painting her whole life & has always loved finger painting especially. She always tries to have fun while creating art.

Koa Chen ‘21 has always liked reading literature, but he never really wanted to write poems until they were assigned by his English teacher.

Emma Courville ‘19 has been a part of the Prisms staff for the past 3 years & has contributed various pieces of writing & artwork throughout her high school career. She wants to thank her peers, co-editors, Ms. Gunn-Graffy,

Watercolor

& Mr. McKee for helping her grow & learn more during her time on Prisms.

She enjoyed her time working & will miss being on Prisms next year.

Alessandra Cuevas ‘22 has been digitally drawing since the age of nine. You will never catch her without her drawing tablet.

Lana Dao ‘21 has liked to write since she was in elementary school & has enjoyed developing her literary skills at SJND. Jenna Duran ‘19 has been on the Prisms staff since her sophomore year.

She loves being a part of this wonderful magazine & being able to share her writing & artwork with SJND. Jaden Echague ‘19 has loved reading & watching the Harry Potter series since he was little. His sonnet, titled Ferocious Feline, reminds him to love cats even though he is allergic to them.

Henry Garcia ‘19 likes writing literature because it allows him to explore his experiences & share them with others.

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Contributors

Contributors

Lauren Granados ‘22 has loved to create art her whole life & has gotten to

Vivi McKee ‘19 has been on the Prisms staff for two years, first as a

develop that interest even more at SJND. She is excited to continue taking

member of the layout staff & now as Editor-in-Chief. She loves design

art her next three years at SJND & learn more techniques.

& photograph & especially enjoys finding patterns in her daily life &

Ms. Colette Gunn-Graffy is a faculty adviser to PRISMS. She loves playing

photographing them.

with words and her little dog, Finn.

Julianne McKenna ‘19 has always enjoyed making all different forms of

Christopher Jaber ‘21 has taken piano lessons since elementary school &

art. She enjoys using art to express herself.

has recently taken on clarinet. He composed Swift Stream, using the piano

Trina Munoz ‘21 always makes something that pops out from her mind,

which he then transcribed to the clarinet as he saw fit.

like poetry, stories, or lyrics, whenever she can. It takes her to a whole

Haleigh Johnson ‘19 has been drawing since she was four as a way to

other world when she is writing.

depict how she sees the world.

Sofia Reeves ‘19 has loved to write & make art since she was little. She still

Emilia Kaldis ‘19 has been drawing for as long as she can remember, &

tries to keep up with both now by writing poetry, drawing, & painting.

has loved poetry & literature since the third grade. Creativity & artistic

Sam Reynolds ‘19 is a digital artist & designer who enjoys making stylized,

expression have, & always will be, a large part of her life.

brightly colored illustrations. They draw almost every day & believe that

Jiviney Knight ‘20 has always been interested art & enjoys finding

pictures speak louder than words.

aesthetically pleasing scenes in nature.

Esteban Salcedo ‘19 is 6’4, 600 lbs of pure muscle, Latino. If I’m not saving

Pedro Lara ‘20 has liked music since he was a kid & has gotten even more

puppies from burning trees or teaching rats quantum physics, you can

into it in his music classes at SJND. He particularly likes the trumpet.

find me memorizing entire languages of lost civilizations under the cool

Alicia Lucero ‘19 loves fashion & make up & finds that art is a big part of

shade of a maple tree. :)

both of those.

Diego Salgus ‘20 has always loved to play the drums & enjoys pursuing

Andrew Fowler ‘20 has enjoyed reading, writing, & the arts since he was

that interest in his music classes at SJND. He has gotten better at the over

little. As a part of Prisms, he works to share his love of creative expression

the past three years & is excited to improve even more next year.

in all of its diverse conceptions, as well as promote the creative pursuits of

Rosie Saxton ‘19 likes to find beauty in her surroundings & capture that in

others.

her artwork. This way, she can share that beauty with others.

Gerald Mays ‘19 enjoys writing about his experiences because it is a good way to express himself to the world.

Abigail McCue ‘19 likes art because it can be super relaxing & fun, as well

Sophia Seiwald ‘19 has been interested in art since she was little & enjoys creating works of art that are meaningful to her or her friends & family.

Davis Stewart ‘20 has been taking art since his freshman year of high

as expressive. She also enjoys looking at Pinterest before she starts a new

school. He has had a passion for art since he was a little kid, & being at

project because it is super inspirational.

SJND has only enhanced it.

Mr. Andy McKee is a faculty adviser to Prisms. He taught art at SJND for 15 years and is now the Director of Integration and Technology. Working

Julia Verdickt ‘19 has enjoyed reading & writing poetry from a young age & finds that Prisms is a wonderful way to share some of her works.

on Prisms is a great way to stay connected with the arts and the students!

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Contributors

STAR SOCIETY

Lucciana Washington ‘20 has been interested in art throughout high school & is pursuing that interest this year in Pre-AP Art. She enjoys Pinterest & finds it very inspiring.

Teagan Waterloo ‘19 has an intense passion for art. Much of her inspiration came from her late hamster, Gustavo.

Tyler Woods ‘19 started reading books when he was a freshman & now reads almost everyday.

Sarah Su

POETS LAUREATE

High School Poet Laureate of Alameda 2009-2010

Tia Gangopadhyay

SJND Poet Laureate 2014-2015

Aaron Ramos

SJND Poet Laureate 2010-2011

SJND Poet Laureate 2015-2016

Robin Levy

Jonathan Yannantuono

SJND Poet Laureate 2011-2013

SJND Poet Laureate 2016-2017

Beatrice Levey

Amelia Khoo

SJND Poet Laureate 2017-2018

SJND Poet Laureate 2013-2014

Sofia Reeves

SJND Poet Laureate 2018-2019

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Karina Leon

The Star Society of Creative Writers is a privileged membership organization of the SJND community.

Membership is offered to students, alumni, & faculty whose creative writing has been published in PRISMS. Each member receives a star pin to wear at graduation.

Caroline Abellar ‘04* Jared Alokozai ‘11 Alfonso Alonzo ‘16 Lucy Álvarez ‘05 Alexia Aranda ‘16 Ernesto Arévalo ‘10 Jose Ávalos ‘08 Yesenia Baires ‘09 Olivia Ballesteros ‘15 Fernando Barragán ‘12 Eric Baskett ‘13 Michelle Bautista ‘93 Jacqueline Belloso ‘13 Jessica Blomstrom ‘06 Ariana Braga ‘10 Tia Brown ‘11 Zoe Byrne ‘06 Danielle Campbell ‘06 Natalya D. Caraballo ‘07 Catherine Carino ‘xx Crystal Carrillo ‘12 Cynthia Carrillo ‘08 Perla Casas ‘15 Kedron Diane Casteen ‘06 Erik Castillo ‘14 Tracy Castillo ‘10 Natasha Chacon ‘06 Daniela Chaparro ‘14 Sophia Chaparro ‘09 Rosemarie Compton ‘17 Claire Connacher ‘11 Michael Cuellar ‘16 Ann Dam ‘06 Oliver Dam ‘10 Jo Anne C. Dantoc ‘05 Justine C. Dantoc ‘07 Bianca de la Cruz ‘15 Omar de la Cruz ‘11 Natalie De Leon ‘07 Danielle Diaz ‘05 Justin Dimig ‘06 Thomas Dinh ‘14 Emily Dobrzanowski ‘10 Emma Doud ‘16 Nigel Duniven ‘13 Christopher Duong ‘10 Jessica Edwards ‘16 Crystal Estrada ‘12 Rachel Falkner ‘13 Jackie Favela ‘06 Diego Flores ‘06 Gabriel Flores ‘10 Martin Franco ‘08 Tia Gangopadhyay ‘11 Axel Garcia ‘13

Victoria Geter ‘18 Gemora Givens ‘09 Guadalupe C. Gonzalez ‘13 Kimberly Gonzalez ‘14 Rebecca Gonzalez ‘12 Dalton Green ‘14 Casey Greer ‘12 Alyxandria Guzman ‘07 Lydia Hall ‘14 Katherine Hanover ‘14 Desiree Harris ‘13 Gabriela Hinjosa ‘13 Lynnea Jawad ‘15 Lena Jennings ‘14 Patricia Jimenez ‘09 Jonathan Kachiu ‘10 Colin Karch ‘16 William Keane ‘14 Amelia Khoo ‘14 Kate Lassalle-Klein ‘12 Natalia Layson ‘15 Karina Leon ‘15 Beatrice Levy ‘18 Robin Levy ‘13 Adrea Lino ‘04 Gabriela Lippi ‘08 Marisela Loza ‘07 Danielle Maddix ‘08 Ryann Malicdem ‘14 Megan Manning ‘10 Giuia Marinos ‘14 Alexa Martinez ‘14 Peter Matarrese ‘06 Amanda Matoon ‘14 Chris McClintock ‘10 Allison Meins ‘09 Priscilla Mena ‘05 Rocio Molina ‘08 Annie Mooney ‘11 Joanna Mooney ‘06 Teresa Mooney ‘09 Carlos Mora ‘14 Jeonimo Mora ‘11 Martin Moreno ‘07 Paulani Mui ‘06 Karina Myers ‘13 Sean Obligacion ‘15 Allegra O’Donoghue ‘04* Mary Onglatco ‘11 Kim Owens ‘05* Tiffany Palmer ‘11 Fiona Picchi ‘18 Jeremy Poggio ‘04* Christany Poggio ‘07 Micael Priest ‘05* * Charter Members

Marissa Quinones ‘14 Jennifer Quintanilla ‘06 Aaron Ramos ‘16 Christian Ramos ‘05 Jordan Rausse ‘12 Jessica Reader ‘05 Barry Reed ‘44 Isabela Reid ‘14 Mary Carmen Reid ‘17 Katherine Riley ‘10 Renato Rocha ‘07 Carlos Rodriquez ‘14 Maya Rowell ‘15 Emilio Sanchez ‘14 Emily Sanchez ‘15 Cesar San Miguel ‘11 Oscar San Miguel ‘14 Jonathan Schuitema ‘14 Kenn Scullin ‘44 Courtney Shojinaga ‘15 Lily Smith ‘09 Gabrielle Soria ‘06* Aaron Stanek ‘15 Sarah Su ‘10 Jackson Sundheim ‘15 Jarod Sutton ‘15 Jesse Swatling-Holcomb ‘09 Lorena Tabares ‘08 Allison Tuazon ‘11 Imani Todd ‘12 Sara Torres ‘04 Nneka Umeh ‘08 Jenna Vacca ‘13 Kelley Villa ‘10 Mirella Villalpando ‘09 Amy Wang ‘15 Alexander Weyand ‘01 Harrison Wilkes ‘03 Michael Williams ‘02 Norman Xie ‘09 Jessica Yalung ‘05* Jonathan Yannantuono ’17 Alessandra Zambrano ‘13 Francesca Zambrano ‘10 Dulce Zamora ‘89 Faculty & Staff: Susan Beck* Martha Carpenter Dempsey Lynn Kane Meza* Elizabeth Pelaez Norris* Robert Williams Honorary Members: Mary Rudge. Poet Laureate of Alameda 2002-2014 Julia Park Tracey, Poet Laureate of Alameda 2014

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AWARDS

Best High School Literary-Art Magazine 2017 - National Council of Teachers of English

Recommended for Highest Award 2017

- National Council of Teachers of English

Excellence Award 2015

- National Council of Teachers of English

Best Photographer Award - Julian DeGuzman 2015

- American Scholastic Press Association

Outstanding Theme: Best Bilingual Selections 2014 | 2016 - American Scholastic Press Association

Superior Award 2014 | 2016 Excellence Award 2018

- National Council of Teachers of English

Golden Seal Book Award 2013

- Artists Embassy International

Superior-Nominated for Highest Award Finalist 2009 | 2013 - National Council of Teachers of English

Most Outstanding Private School 2003 | 2005 | 2013 - Literary Art Magazine of the Year - American Scholastic Press Association

First Place with Special Merit 2002-2018 - American Scholastic Press Association

Colophon

Printed by Urban Art Lithography, 2331 C Street Sacramento, CA. & We used several fonts for this book. Cover: Bewilderment, for the Headlines: Sugar & Spice, the Bylines: Leafy, the Folio: Bumblebear and the Copy: Sukhumvit Set The Cover Paper is 100# Blazer Digital Silk Cover The Text paper is 100# Blazer Digital Silk Text The book was printed on a Canon Imagepress 7000 - 4 color high speed production laser printer 84 * P r i s m s