Volume XI- October 2021
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2021-2022 Academia del Perpetuo Socorro Miramar, Puerto Rico
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letter from the editor After nearly a year and a half of lockdown, we have come back to celebrate Perpetuo’s one-hundredth anniversary. Recognizing the importance of our history, we put together an issue that embodies our creative spirit through space and time. Once we looked through archives, we also found pieces from Perpetuo's former magazine, Sign Post, so the writing of the past could blend with ours. The club’s members took inspiration from everything that surrounded them, using their unique perspectives to convey a message that I have attempted to summarize as follows: In spite of our struggles, we are thankful to all those who have paved the way for our past, present, and future. Throughout this publication, you will be able to listen to each of our personal voices and to see through our eyes. Whether you need comfort in trying times, a dose of hope, or simply a distraction from your day-to-day life, you will find a piece in this issue that speaks to you. The Zeitgeist members and I hope you enjoy the first of many publications this year!
Lucía Garrido Editor-In-Chief
highlights Part 1: Space and Time Reaching.....................................5 Stargazing...................................7 The Wonders of an Hourglass.....8 November...................................10 Soda Pop....................................11 A Lost Feeling............................11 The Moon Rabbit........................12 Black Holes................................13 Quotes........................................14 Part 2: Remembering Perpetuo Perpetuo's Coming of Age.........16 Perpetuo Is the Best..................18 The Moon and Stars..................18 Sign Post Feature......................19 25 Years Later.......................20 Pictures..................................21 Centenary Corner......................22 Perpetuo's Birth Chart..............24 Playlist......................................26
executive board Club Moderator: Prof. Mari Vega Editor-In-Chief: Lucia Garrido Assistant Editor: Estefania Berio Art Director: Catalina Echegoyen Graphic Designer: Rocío Colón Secretary: Carolina Aguayo
zeitgeist members Adriana Echegoyen Alejandra Castro Alejandro Jimenez Alianys Hernández Álvaro Ramal Amelie Lepretre Amy Rafinski Ash Mercado Camila Figueroa Carolina Aguayo Catalina Echegoyen Cecilia Bengoa Elena Garrido Estefania Berio Fabiana Sierra Ingrid Rodriguez Isabella Burckhart Isabel Rodriguez Isabel Torres Ivanna Vidal Ivette Berio José Mendez Juan Montanez Julia Cabezas Julianna Feliciano Julianna Murray Lucia Garrido Lucia Oliver María Fuentes Mariana Cabezas Mia González Mia Muñoz Nailah López Patricia Mejia Paola Figueroa Rocío Colón Rocío Solá Roberto Buso Sabrina Rodriguez Sara Terrasa Sebastian Aponte Victoria Colón
part one Space and Time
Reaching She glanced upwards, hand held above her stinging eyes to ward off the glare. The sunlight slowly burned her skin without her noticing, turning pale white shoulders into bruised gold. She basked in the heat, feeling the rays pierce her prickling skin like needles. The sand below her was scalding, so she burrowed her feet further down to reach the parts that had not yet seen the sun. There was nothing around her but dunes and dunes of sand that reflected the sunlight back at her. There was no escape from the heat, and even when she closed her eyes, she had no respite from the brightness: through her shut lids, she saw red. A stillness in the air eerily contrasted the force of the sun. If heat and wind were sound, the warmth was earth-shattering thunder and the phantom breeze was like music to deaf ears. She stood in quiet contemplation until she bent and sifted sand through her hand. She did it time and time again, trying to make the gaps between her fingers smaller so the sand trickled to the ground rather than rushing to meet it. When the sunlight began to wane and she was no longer squinting to see, she dug out her feet and retraced her steps to leave behind the dunes that had begun to seem infinite to her. There was a certain tranquility to not knowing where the landscape would morph into another, where the sand would give way to running water or humid grass. A more insistent voice in the back of her head reminded her that she also didn’t know where the ground would decline steeply into a canyon she would not be able to climb out of. The monotony of her surroundings made her heart begin to race and her legs followed its example, lightening her steps until she was barely pressing her heels into the sand. When the moon began its trek across the sky, she had already found refuge in a dense grove of trees. Their uppermost branches nearly grazed the stars that had just winked into existence, peppering the night sky with their blue and white flickers. She opened her eyes wide as she peered into the darkness and felt drops of rain begin to slide down her cheeks like tears she had forgotten to shed. A cool whisper of wind against her damp skin relieved the dull pain of the burnt skin the sun had left behind. Every color she saw was tinted with the silver wash of moonlight. Her fingers trembled slightly as she braided her hair away from her face. As before the idea of what she could not see had scared her, now she shook at the thought that what she saw was all there was.
Hours passed until she recognized the telling features of dawn between openings in the canopy overhead. While the sky shifted to display twilight hues, she retook her sprinting until she reached a place that was neither like the never-ending sand dunes, nor like the confines of the grove. She had traveled to find the very middle of her world. And just as the moon had begun to touch the horizon and the sun had appeared from where it hid during the night, she closed her eyes tight and prayed that time would stay still, that everything would stay where it was at that moment. She wanted both the light and the dark, the warmth and the cold, the drought and the torrents of rain: she wanted every dichotomy to exist simultaneously. But, as in every truthful story that has ever been written, nobody and nothing paid heed to her silent pleading. The moon finished its descent and the sun rose in its stead. Defeated, cheeks bruised and hands frigid, she sunk to her knees and finally understood what she had tried to run from as long as she could remember: there would always be too much space between her sun and her moon.
Lucía Garrido
Art: neptune
Stargazing
The streetlight flickers violently as I step out the front door, following an instinct that points to a power outage as my best chance to catch the Universe stripped naked. Though, technically, an electrical voltage fluctuation—the kind that’s been frustratingly common since Puerto Rico’s public power authority was privatized in early June—isn’t the same as a blackout, the shadow that’s overtaken San Juan holds promise. I whip out my shiny-new binoculars, point them upward, and hold my breath. From the first lecture of my summer Astronomy course, I was absolutely taken with the stars. I was also embarrassed enough to prioritize requesting a pair of proper binoculars for my seventeenth birthday. No matter how well I understood concepts like “heliosphere,” “gravitational lensing,” and “interstellar medium,” they felt hollow; the physical night sky and I were distant strangers. Since when did stars move along the sky’s dome throughout the course of the night? Were the Zodiac constellations actually there in the sky for me to pick out? How could I have lived for seventeen years and missed the whole Universe lurking overhead? My lack of awareness was scandalous and unacceptable. Look! Right overhead, I recognize an impeccable string of diamonds suspended in the sky as the constellation Scorpius. Jewel-encrusted arthropod, clicking at Orion’s heel (I’m constantly reminded a star is never just a star, but a notch in the croquis of a story). How is it possible I never noticed it before? The situation’s duality doesn’t escape me. The air is stuffy—like a damp sock pressed to my nose and mouth—and, even in the dim light, the stars are relatively sparse. But I’m so excited to find Antares (the red supergiant at the heart of Scorpius) tinted pink, and Albireo (the binary star system at the swan Cygnus’s beak) differentiated into two pinpricks of light, that I barely worry about the prospect of having to spend another sweltering night sweating through my pajamas, allowing the rumble of toads and the scent of diesel fumes through my room’s open Art: Rocío Colón windows. Wink and glimmer, I close my eyes—and find them welled up with stars.
Ingrid Rodríguez Vila
The The Wonders Wonders of of an an Hourglass Hourglass There was once a man who had a content life. He woke up every day at 7:30 am. He kissed his wife, sang a prayer, and looked for his favorite pen. He wrote to his children daily, since they both got very homesick, and would send the letters each Tuesday so they would have them on Friday. He then took a shower, brushed his teeth, got dressed, made his bed, and cleaned his mess. At about 8:15, he made breakfast with his wife (a tradition preserved since their college days) and went to work. Before leaving, however, he always tapped the foot of a beautiful green hourglass. It was a gift from his great grandfather, but, for some reason, it was empty. He was very fond of this hourglass since he used to watch it all the time when he was young and would imagine purple sand filtering down. So, he tapped it as a way to start the second part of his routine. At 9:00 am, he started work. In his job, he helped people find their way in life: picked them up when they were down and taught them how to boost their mood themselves. He undid the tangled strings from the mess in their minds, and uncovered the parts of themselves that they kept in a closet. He loved his job, for he was very good at it. People came from all around the world for his help. His clients included celebrities, politicians, royalty, and even an emperor, but he never moved from his great city. He would arrive back home at 9:30 pm, tap the hourglass, make dinner, watch a movie with his wife, talk to his kids, and fall asleep. He lived his life this way for years. Even after his kids graduated college, he would still write to them. When he could hardly see, he would still listen. Even after his hair turned fully gray, and his face was full of wrinkles, he would still smile.
He went through his life with the same routine, although with one significant adjustment: grandkids. Some people would find it boring, but he found it wonderful. Wonderful how time worked. Fascinating how what you did in any minute became a part of who you were. Everyone had a routine even if they didn’t know it. He knew time would always be with him. He was able to work alongside it, but some people ran away from it. Oh, how he loved his life full of comfort! He made use of every minute in the best way he could, and taught his kids and grandkids how to do it. But time was of the essence. So, when he realized that time was telling him he was experiencing his final hour, he didn’t cry or scream. He smiled. He was not scared of his time running out; he used every minute of it to its fullest and felt no remorse. But, you see, his wife was a writer. She loved her husband very much and was fond of his routine. She was immensely proud of being a part of his routine and profoundly understood his experience with time. She wrote and wrote so much that she would almost forget everything else in the world. She wouldn’t think about time, but when her husband came home she would wake up from her thoughts and live. Her husband’s death came with a pang. She felt extreme sadness, but not pain. He was always happy and didn’t fear death, so she knew he was content. But, God- what sadness, what sorrow for the one she loved! She decided to honor him in the best way she could think of and so she took her husband’s ashes and put them in the great hourglass. The one he loved and cared for. She poured them in and watched how they trickled down. This way, he would work hand in hand with time forever. This way, she could look up and see her husband come home when the ashes ran out. This way, he would still teach the generations to come about the wonders of time and how you must not go against it, but instead embrace it.
Alejandra Castro
Art: Sebastian Aponte
November
Mariana Cabezas
It was the eighteenth of November, right after you dismembered my heart I saw you with your hand wrapped around her, waist in touch, looked like it couldn’t get any better I wish I could remember why I couldn’t move Couldn’t walk, couldn’t speak: just stare Not even a proper introduction. So now the only way I’ll remember your lover, is when I see a cloudy sky, about to pour and take a day’s happiness away I know one day I'll forget about this it’ll be insignificant but until then i’ll keep reminiscing of when you were mine and only mine It kills me every time I see her because i know i’ll never be her and you’ll never love me as much Have you left any unspoken words? Is there anything you need to get out of your chest? Maybe it’ll change for the best. The space in between us is killing me I love you even though I know it could never be It feels like I’ve been waiting for you forever Now the only thing I want is to disappear I just want to see you happy, but Godit hurts to see you find that happiness in her. Would you give me a chance, please? For you I’d still travel overseas If you let me make it worth your time you could be mine
Art: Julianna Murray
Soda Pop
Art: Julia Cabezas
The feelings you stopped having The tears in my eyes What I felt for you grew stronger And as the days went by, The more I had you on my mind. The space between us wasn’t meant to be And as time continues to go by My sadness flows With all my hopes gone But loving you was like a soda pop...
A Lost Feeling I woke up to a meteor shower raining over me. Where am I? I asked myself as I looked into the void. Am I safe? A blanket of stars covered me. As I tried to gasp for air, I realized I was trapped. I'm not dead, I said to myself while I counted in my head. As I floated, I began to hear something. A baby’s first laugh, a mother singing a lullaby to her children, an old couple’s last breath. I could hear everything. Yet, it was so quiet.
Amelie Lepretre
Art: Victoria Colón
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The The Moon Moon Rabbit Rabbit
I know this is wildly different from anything here, but listen to me. The moon rabbit is a far eastern mythological figure who lives on the moon. This myth did not originate in just one place; it came from a handful of different cultures. It started in China and grew from there, where the myth was based on a marking on the moon that looks like a hare. The Chinese and Japanese versions of the myth are the most similar, and they can be very simply compared. In most variations, the rabbit is pounding something with a mortar and pestle. In Chinese mythology, the rabbit is pounding the elixir of life and acts as the companion of the Chinese moon god Chang’e, while in Japanese mythology, the rabbit is pounding ingredients for mochi and rice cakes. The Chinese myth goes like this: on a full moon night, the Jade Emperor (one of the representations of their primordial god) disguised himself as a starving, old man and asked a monkey, a jackal, an otter, and a rabbit to give him some food. The monkey found him fruit, the jackal gave him a lizard and a pot of milk-curd and the otter got him fish. The rabbit, however, knowing that it would only be able to give him grass, offered him its own body, throwing itself into a fire that the old man had prepared. To the man’s surprise, the rabbit did not burn and emerged unscathed. Seeing this, the old man revealed that he was the Jade Emperor. With his heart deeply touched by the rabbit’s sacrifice, he gave it the gift of immortality and sent it to the moon. According to Chinese mythology, this is why we see the rabbit’s outline on the moon at night. The Japanese myth is remarkably similar, the key difference being that the jackal is replaced by a fox simply because there are no jackals in Japan. Tonight, when you look up at the sky, I encourage you to try to make out the rabbit's outline on the moon. You might see it pounding the elixir of life or, if you're hungry, mochi and rice cakes. Who knows?
Alejandro Jiménez
月饼 yuè bing
n. mooncake
Art: Anonymous B
Art: Sabrina Rodriguez and Julianna Murray
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Outer space is one of the most fascinating yet terrifying places. Right at this moment, we are standing on a rock that’s floating in an infinite amount of space. And in that infinite amount of space, we’re probably not alone. Outer space has black holes, millions of other planets, asteroids, dwarf planets, and even more that hasn’t been discovered yet. Black holes- a very intriguing subject- are places in space where gravity pulls so much that even light cannot get out. They can be detected by astronomers by watching for their effects on nearby stars. Supermassive black holes have masses that are larger than that of one million suns together. Therefore, a black hole is anything but empty. They were predicted by Einstein’s theory of general relativity, which showed that when a massive star dies, it leaves behind a small, dense remnant core. Out of everything that has been discovered in outer space, black holes caught my eye the first time I heard about them. They’re considered black holes because of their color, especially since light cannot escape them. Scientists have been able to discover some effects of black holes, for example: a star that’s close enough to a black hole can be ripped apart. Cygnus X-1 is the first black hole ever discovered, and it’s 10 times more massive than the sun. It’s located near large active regions of star formation in the Milky Way and it’s about 6070 light years away from Earth. The biggest question that I have, my biggest curiosity, is what can be found inside a black hole. If a human could go through one, what would be on the other side?
Mia Muñoz
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Isabel Torres
"Curiosity is the essence of existence" – Gene Cernan
"The stars don’t look bigger, but they do look brighter" - Sally Ride
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"Inner space is so much more interesting, because outer space is so empty" – Theodore Sturgeon
"Across the sea of space, the stars are other suns." – Carl Sagan
partRemembering two Perpetuo
Look for the "Centenary Corner" at the end of every issue we release this year! 100 years is a long time and Zeitgeist wants to be an active part of the celebration.
Perpetuo's Coming of Age
Anonymous
“Be prepared for today’s events. Happy 100 years Perpetuo!” The intercom buzzed and we all went back to class. “Psst, Riley,” Scooter whispered. “What’s up?” “Do you have the answer to number 16?“ “Yeah, it’s A” “And number 15?-“ The bell cut him off. “I’ll tell you later Scooter, we have another class now, so we can’t be late.” I started putting away my things. “Just tell me quickly. The teacher will mark it incomplete. Please Riley.” I was already at the exit of the classroom, “Sorry, can’t hear you.” “Whatever.” Scooter handed the homework to the teacher and caught up with me. Everyone was wearing shirts with the number “100” on them. All the students had golden colored masks and there were red and gold balloons at the school’s entrance. “It’s starting to rain, I don’t know if we’ll be able to do the event the school had planned.” I said, going up the stairs. “What’s the point of planning such a big event? It’s just 100 years.” Suddenly, lighting struck the school. “Uhm, Scooter?” “Yeah?” “What just happened?” Scooter raised an eyebrow. “It was just lightning,” he shrugged. “Not that. Scooter. Look at the poster on the wall.” Scooter put down his backpack and went up to the poster: “Bienvenidos a Perpetuo Socorro, 1921” We had traveled back in time, way back. We were in a church, there was no A/C, and no one seemed to be bothered by the two kids in the back wearing skinny jeans and masks. I guess they couldn’t see us. “So you’re telling me we traveled back in time to 1921?” “Seems so.” We started exploring the church and listening to what they were teaching.
We could hear the footsteps of horses and the rolling wheels of carriages. Right when we were about to look for more, Scooter fell down and we time traveled yet again. At first we didn’t know what year it was; there were roads and cars, but nothing that showed that we were back in 2021. There were construction men working where the high school was supposed to be. “We’re in 1957!” “How do you know, Scooter?” “I paid attention in class. Don’t you remember? We were talking about the history of Perpetuo and when they built the highschool.” “Right, okay.” Everything slowly started to look more modern. I blinked and the next thing I knew, we were in 2012. “Ok, so we’re inside the elementary school.” We were in the third floor, where 5th grade was located. “Look Riley! The auditorium is still here!” We walked through the hallways and took the turn to see the old auditorium that held so many of our childhood memories: our kindergarten graduation, our choir recitals and that one assembly when we danced to Just Dance. “You know, maybe it is a big deal. One hundred years is a lot. There are so many memories lingering in these halls from thousands of students just like us but in different times.” Just then, when Scooter had finally realized the importance of celebrating Perpetuo’s centenary, lightning struck again and flashed us back to the present... or was it a new version of the past?
Art: Alianys Hernández
Perpetuo Is the Best Patricia Mejía Perpetuo is the best we know it's true
you'll have fun and study too you'll make friends; the teachers are the best Art: Ivette Berio
if you don't believe me come see for yourself you'll be part of history like all of us case closed, this school is the best!
The Moon and Stars Ivette Berio
The moon is shining; the stars are bright. I write this poem, while looking at the sky. Drinking my tea, I think of all the memories I have.
I see the moon accompanied by the stars. And sitting by the table, white mug in hand, I think about Perpetuo that has just hit the 100-year mark. Oh, what a ride!
'Sign Post' Feature **Sign Post was Perpetuo's former newsletter.
As a part of travelling through time, Zeitgeist has decided to add excerpts and pictures from APS’s former newsletter, Sign Post. Through one of our club member’s investigations, we found issues dating back to the fifties up until the early 2010s. Students used to have the opportunity to submit pieces that ranged from stories of school-sponsored activities and of students' achievements to important news and political commentary. We hope you enjoy this peek into the past!
Fireworks Spark at Capitol Giovanni Boschetti (Sign Post, March1996)
Even though the 1996 political campaign has not even started, the politicians have started firing missiles at the Capitol building. Governor Pedro Roselló's State of the Union address on January 23 started a series of controversies between statehooders and independentistas. The entrance to the Capitol was obstructed by followers of different political sectors of the country. The protest that the UTIER, a syndicate of the Electrical Energy Authority, had intended, was ignored, because of the night's main surprise. House President Zaida "Cucusa" Hernández scolded Rep. David Noriega (PIPat-large) for giving a press conference in the middle of the Governor's speech. Noriega left the building with Sen. Ruben Berrios (PIP-at-large) saying: "de mejores sitios me han botado." Most members of the NPP and PDP delegations have defended Hernández's actions saying that Noriega was totally out of line. Rep Severo Colberg Toro (PDP-at-large), however said that Hernández should have taken the same action with the four NPP mayors that were shouting and making political comments against Noriega, a decision that certainly would have been wisest. Even though Noriega's attitude was disrespectful, Hernández obviously took political vengeance on Noriega.
25 25 years years later... later...
As Pedro Buso wrote for Sign Post for Perpetuo's 75th anniversary, his son Roberto now writes for Zeitgeist for the centenary.
APS Turns 75 Pedro Buso (1995) "This year the Academia de Nuestra Senora del Perpetuo Socorro (APS) founded by Redemptorist Fathers in 1921, will host many activities throughout the year to commemorate its diamond anniversary. A committe of alumni has taken on the task of planning various activities(...). Perpetuo has progressed and evolved in the last 75 years. What started out as a school with fourtynine students has become an institution which caters to more than one-thouasnd students. 'The involvement and student body participation is much better than before. The focus on how education is taught is different, yet perpetuo remains a pillar of academic excellence', [said] Mr.Levy, [administrator of La Asociacion de Ex-Alumnos]."
Haiku Roberto Buso (2021) 1.After 100 years, Perpetuo still remains The #1 family. 2.100 years of a huge family all living with a huge,big smile. 3.One person always stands right next to us. Our Guardian Angel 4.100 years ago, Our forefathers built this place with the love of God 5.We celebrate an Important birthday Perpetuo's coming of age
Excerpt from Sign Post, November 1995 Edition
Art: Rocio Sola
Collage: Alvaro Ramal
Centenary Corner #1 Chemistry Through the Years
Carolina Aguayo
Michelle Ruiz:
Prof. Ruiz has taught Chemistry at Perpetuo to both Carlos Mendez (class of 1991) and his son, José Mendez (class of 2023). Her teaching method has changed throughout the years with forthcoming technologies and new generations of students. Zeitgeist decided to interview Prof. Ruiz to get an insight of her experience teaching in the 1990’s versus teaching in the 2020’s.
Zeitgeist: What differences have you encountered when teaching high schoolers in 2021compared to when you taught high schoolers in 1990? Michelle Ruiz: "Students in 1990 had no distractions because they had no computers or cell phones. If the students wanted to understand a concept, they had to read textbooks and encyclopedias. Therefore, students in 1990 had better analyzing skills and memory. The lack of internet access provided students with a greater imagination. They were more respectful and formal in their diction. Students were carefree and had overall better mental health than the students of 2021. In 2021, students have access to technology that helps them learn. This has caused them to rely on outside sources of information to formulate an idea. Students are informal in the way they interact with teachers, which creates an intimate environment in which they feel comfortable approaching teachers in times of need. High-schoolers in 2021 are more resilient than those in 1990 because they have undergone a series of difficult events such as Hurricane Irma, Hurricane María, the COVID-19 Pandemic, many earthquakes, and chaos in the local government. By surpassing these occurrences, students today are more mature and better equipped to undergo crises and times of uncertainty."
Carlos R. Mendez Buso’s experience with having Michelle Ruiz as his chemistry teacher (class of 1991): "I remember that in Prof. Michelle Ruiz's classroom, there was a poster on the wall that said Chem-is -try. Her classroom was a lab. I have many fun memories of her class. The group that took Chemistry with me that year was full of goofballs. We made lots of jokes, did well in the class, and learned a lot. Her class helped me understand the Chemistry class I took in my first year of college. Prof. Ruiz's class was difficult but proved to be very useful in my future endeavours. Lastly, I remember that she was always smiling, which helped us lose any fear we had towards the subject. " The Chem-is-try sign is still in Prof. Ruiz's classroom: The more things change the more they stay the same. José Emilio Mendez Cruz’s experience with having Michelle Ruiz as his chemistry teacher (class of 2023): "This year I’ve had the pleasure of taking Chemistry with Prof. Michelle Ruiz. Even though it is a challenging course, I find her teachings fascinating and intriguing. Prof. Ruiz’s passion for the subject is unmatched, infusing curiosity in her students and facilitating our studies. My interest in the field of chemistry has grown exponentially, even though it is a subject matter I previously thought would not be as enjoyable. Not only are we partaking in chemistry lessons, but also in active discussions about life experiences, since she allows us to learn from her own. Additionally, Prof. Ruiz has shown her school spirit and pride during our volleyball matches. I remember her cheering us on back during our Championship Game two years ago and even just last week at our home court. My experience as her student has been nothing short of wonderful."
Perpetuo's Birth Chart Virgo Sun: Adriana Echegoyen García
Sun sign: Your sun sign describes your basic character as well as the personality features that remain consistent throughout your life. The sun sign describes the unique way in which you are vital and powerful in life.
These are some of Perpetuo’s characteristics in relation to its Virgo sun placement: Virgos are widely known for being very intelligent and well-grounded. Perpetuo is a college-preparatory school, with brilliant teachers and students, as well as many stupendous classes and extracurriculars. On September 21, 2021, Perpetuo celebrated its 100th year anniversary. The centenary demonstrated how well-grounded Perpetuo is. I mean, succeeding so honorably for 100 years takes a great deal of well-groundedness. Perpetuo, just like a virgo, understands the value and importance of hard work. It is filled with many talented people who work with persistence and determination. They aren't scared to put their whole heart and soul into a project, no matter how hard it may be. Imagination and creativity are two traits which suit the faculty as well the students. Perpetuo’s fundraisers and extracurricular activities are two examples of how Perpetuo incorporates these traits in its projects.
Taurus Moon: Camila Figueroa Dávila
Moon sign: Your moon sign rules your emotions and how you react to what life throws at you.
Some of Perpetuo’s characteristics in relation to its taurus moon placements are: Its practicality, stability and determination. Perpetuo just turned a hundred years old, showing our school’s endless devotion to give students a quality education for an entire century. Another taurus characteristic is perseverance. In our ever changing world, perseverance is necessary to thrive and survive. Our school’s determination and adaptability are traits that suit its taurus moon. Patience is a key taurus trait: this attribute best suits our school’s remarkable and hardworking faculty. The love our teachers give not only us students, but the entire Perpetuo community is what has made our school so special. Tauruses are known for being homebodies. This correlates to our school feeling like a second home to most of us students, since it is a familiar place that is comfortable to everyone who becomes a part of our family.
Libra Rising Paola Figueroa Dávila
Rising sign: Your rising sign determines how the world sees you as before getting to know the real you; it is your persona.
Some of Perpetuo’s characteristics in relation to its libra rising placement are: How warm Perpetuo is, like a second home that makes us feel welcomed and safe. Others are Perpetuo’s athleticism, including all of its sports teams and athletes in the student body. Perpetuo can be characterized as hard-working, greatly due to all the responsible students and faculty who dedicate so much time and energy into making it such a pleasurable environment. Our school is also quite adaptable considering how it prevails against hardships like the pandemic and hurricanes. Lastly, Perpetuo is a social butterfly as we can easily note the unity of our school and its proclivity when interacting with its community.
Playlist
By: Mia González & Catalina Echegoyen
Claire de lune - Claude Debussy Strawberry Fields Forever - The Beatles Planetarium - Justin Hurwitz Cosmic Love - Florence + The Machine Fade Into You - Mazzy Star I Hear a Symphony - Cody Fry Dreams - The Cranberries Lovers Rock - TV Girl Moonlight on the River - Mac DeMarco Mia & Sebastian's Theme - Justin Hurowitz Birds Dont Sing - TV Girl Always Forever - Cults All Things Must Pass - George Harrison The Girl From Ipanema - Antônio Carlos Jobim Constellations - Jack Johnson Time in a Bottle - Jim Croce Time - Pink Floyd Gypsy - Fleetwood Mac Call It Fate, Call It Karma - The Strokes Townie - Mitski Moon Song - Phoebe Bridgers As the World Caves In - Matt Maltese The Swan - Camille Saint-Saëns rises the moon - Liana Flores First Love / Late Spring - Mitski Clay Pigeons - Michael Cera Time Machine - Willow