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Winter Nocturne

WCFL Teens Blog - Thu, 06/06/2019 - 15:51

An anonymous submission.


The radiator’s hum and click

Produces a heady, cozy heat

The golden glow of lamplight onto damask sheets

As my pencil scratches away another day into graphite memory

The low grumbled chuckle

Of the solitary gamer

The restless, rhythmic pacing

Of the sleepless thinker

The perfectionist pattering

Of creatures bedding down for the night

Thoughts and dreams tend to keep me awake

As I try to write my soliloquy.

I am intruding on the nocturnals’ territory

As I search in warm darkness

For truths invisible in brash daylight

And so close in this soft monochrome.

What if I fail in an exam such as SAT??!!

WCFL Teens Blog - Thu, 06/06/2019 - 15:41

In the Name of God:

By Muhammad Sodagar

I know you all had a very bad experience with an exam, whether in the elementary school, junior high or high school; after each bad exam what you would probably do is to cry for a while and then talk to two friends, one of whom is like you, and the other one has taken the exam successfully. Both tell you that: “Hey, it doesn’t matter, don’t be mad. It’s not anything important.!!!” and blah blah!
But what if none of these were available? Probably what you would do in that case is to commit suicide. But it’s absolutely wrong from the start till the end.
The first thing you have to always in mind is to say before and after each exam: “In God I
trust!” Say it even more than one time; even ten times.
After each exam tell yourself: “If I fail, the worst situation is that in the future I would be paid 25 cents less each hour.” and then tell yourself that, if you really care about the 25 cents: “no one becomes rich or poor with 25 cents more for each hour!!!!!!!”
And say: “Hey, the world is NOT over!!!”
Talk to yourself; it’s important. Make yourself calm with whatever thing that can make you comfortable.
Never forget God; never.
These are very popular and often cliche ideas but, sometimes, use these cliches. Talk to God and just talk and then do as much work as you can and don’t care about the result. Do these cliches and see the results. Always say: ” In God I trust.”
So do these cliches and leave the rest to the God. Never give up.
I think I wrote too much cliches, which I do myself.

“Trust in the Lord with all your heart”
Bile, Proverbs 3 Verses 5 to 6
“Allah (God) is capable of everything”

Quran, Verse 284

In the Name of God: A review on “the Catcher in the Rye”

WCFL Teens Blog - Wed, 05/22/2019 - 18:22

By Muhammad Sodagar, Staff Writer.

The point that “THE CATCHER IN THE RYE” is a very
popular, famous and good-selling book is that the book
is about a teenager and everyone would be a teenager.
There is a little possibility that you become a butcher at
all, but you had been, would be or you are a
teenager. Now, there is a very important point about all
teenagers, I know it because I am a teenager myself. All
teenager, I emphasize “ALLLLLLLLL”, are some kind of
creature between an adult, a child and a mix between
them. If we want to discuss this in mathematics, it’s like
that 0.3333 of a teenager’s brain thinks and acts as an
adult; the other 0.3333 thinks and acts as a child; and
the rest acts as something between these two. Now,
“THE CATCHER IN THE RYE’s” main character, Holden
Caulfield, is a teenager and as a result, this rule applies to
him. So when someone reads “THE CATCHER IN THE
RYE”, especially a teenager, they feel like some acts are
childish, some are too adult and some is exactly
what he/she, the reader, would do.
The second point about it is that all teenagers have very
complicated feelings and thoughts, as a result of their
mixture of mind. They like to know, “Does anyone
else have this kind of feeling and thought?” They want to
answer this with reading “THE CATCHER IN THE RYE”;
and actually, Salinger will answer them.
The third point is the psychological wave. When a
teenager sees that everyone has read the book, because
of their teenage-nature, they want to read it just to get rid
of the sentences like: “Oh you haven’t read the book??!!!”and etc.
The tone of the reader is effective too. Salinger
writes the book like someone who is talking through your
mouth and that really helps you to understand what will
you do if you were in this position.
With respect to J.D Salinger, Muhammad S. Sodagar

self love?

WCFL Teens Blog - Wed, 05/22/2019 - 18:02

By Maysa Haj-Mabrouk, Staff Writer.

My life is nothing short of frustrating

Like the one hair that refuses to be caught by your tweezers

Or the paperback book cover that curls up towards the ceiling

Or the pencil that just won’t stay sharpened.


And when these frustrations hold me tightly and

Spoon-feed me their nightmares─


Perhaps “self-love is the instrument of our preservation”

Perhaps if I only tried harder I would be able to fill the void

That seizes my heart and drags it into itself;

Maybe self-love is the key to the locket I’ve been trying to pry open

With my bare hands and nails.


But until I learn, I will never see the sun without it peaking through layers of clouds;

Only once I learn the power of good faith and love

I shall become a new woman.

I shall become new again.

I shall be free.

“It’s okay to let go of all those that do not set you free anymore”: a Short Poem Inspired by a Quote by Dhiman

WCFL Teens Blog - Thu, 05/16/2019 - 12:21

An anonymous submission


It’s okay to let go of all those that do not set you free anymore.


To leave behind

Anything that doesn’t yield joy,


To grow up and away

From everything that holds you in place,


Blood does not entitle or bind

Anyone to your time


Poison is poison, and no matter the severity

It will always kill you eventually.

The Dark

WCFL Teens Blog - Thu, 05/16/2019 - 12:14

By Isabella Hendershot

Being afraid of the dark is named as a silly fear. We are all supposed to grow out of it after a certain age. When we hit that level of so called “maturity”, it means no more nightlights, no more crying to mommy or daddy that we are scared. Reaching that certain age is also the end of having other childhood fears. No more monsters in the room, no more fairy tales, no more tea parties with your stuffed animals to distract you from that time of the night where the anxiety rushes and you’re scared to close your eyes in bed. No more “silly” fears, at this point it’s not acceptable to go crying to mommy and daddy or any of your siblings just for being scared.


But I feel it is acceptable. At that age where you’re not supposed to be scared of the dark or the monsters that may lurk inside, it’s okay to still be scared. It’s okay to fear going to sleep in the dark, it’s acceptable to want light as you sleep, no matter how old you get. At 17 I continue to sleep with Christmas lights on in my room.


At 17 I also say it is acceptable because your mind can run wild with all the possibilities of what can be in the shadows, it’s because we can’t see what lurks in the dark. We may know what is really there but we can’t see it, therefore we make up what or who could be in the dark.


But my fear of the dark also comes from watching horror movies and scary TV shows. It doesn’t help that I continue to watch those things. It only fuels my fear and the need to sleep with my bedroom door closed and my Christmas light plugged in. If I don’t have my door shut or the lights on my anxiety goes through the roof and I can’t sleep, can’t stay still in my bed until I have those things in place. Just imagine what happens when the power goes out in my neighborhood. I can tell you that the candles I have are immediately burning to provide some semblance of light.


So no matter your age it is completely acceptable to be afraid of the dark and everything your mind makes up to say what’s inside of it.

In the name of God: Both Aspects

WCFL Teens Blog - Wed, 05/08/2019 - 18:33

By Muhammad Sodagar

Once, Jesus and the Apostles were going somewhere. On the middle of the way,
they saw a group of people that were talking about something. They went to see
what the matter was. They saw that there was a dead dog, which seemed like it
had been dead for a long time because it smelled very bad. A woman said: “What
a bad smell it has; somebody take it away.”
A man said: “Look at this ugly carcass… ooooffff; it smells like…”
-Take it away
-It will make everyone sick…
Everyone was talking about getting rid of the carcass or how ugly it was or how
bad it smelled but suddenly they heard a very pleasant voice: “What beautiful
and white teeth it has.”
Everyone was surprised. They looked around to see who said that. It was Jesus.
Jesus looked to the people and said: “Even the decomposing carcass of a dead
dog can be admired for its good features. Don’t just pay attention to the negative
aspects and features of things; try to see the positive aspects of things. For, if God
saw only the negative aspects of things, as you do, He wouldn’t have created any
human beings.” Everybody looked back at the carcass, and slowly went their
own ways while trying to digest what Jesus had just said: “God wouldn’t have
created any human beings.”

Cause and Effect: College Planning Ripple Effect

WCFL Teens Blog - Wed, 05/08/2019 - 18:26

By Isabella Hendershot

A student who plans to pursue higher education needs to prepare for a significant number of challenges. When a college education is the path needed for furthering one’s career opportunities, it creates  many issues for the student and the people who are helping them. The biggest reality one must face is that college costs money, and lots of it. But wanting to go to college sets off a ripple effect reaching far beyond the financial considerations. Applying, getting accepted, visiting the school, paying tuition, moving if the student lives far away, getting a new job, making new friends, being away from family, feeling homesick, learning how to navigate a new city, figuring out how to get around campus, all while staying sane and well-rested through it all requires a student to exercise levels of discipline far greater than all the demands of high school.


One of the important effects of planning for college is going into debt. It starts with application fees, although some students might get lucky and have the fee waived because of the high school they currently go to, as some high schools offer free applications to give students a little push. In addition, some schools have a fee for reserving their place in the chosen program of study after being accepted. Then students may have the option of living on or off campus (freshmen are usually required to live on campus). Living on campus  requires the purchase of a meal plan and a housing deposit. Living off-campus means students are totally responsible for themselves in regards to transportation, utilities, rent, and food. Applying for help with tuition is a long, hard, and stressful process. To have tuition paid students can apply for federal money, grants, scholarships, and student loans. The loans are what will hurt the student most. The student will be paying them off for years after graduating from college.


Another matter that comes to the forefront when a student goes away to college is homesickness. If a student is not a commuter, they will not be able to see friends and family as often as they had in the past. True, students can call, text, and video chat their loved ones, but the unfamiliarity of everything and everyone around them is what makes students miss what they have at home. Students miss the routine that has developed over the years; seeing the same people, knowing their way around. Then, once the school year is over, a student may begin to miss the people, places, and routines of college.


Students may also find it difficult to navigate around the campus and the new city they are currently residing in. Students may find it difficult to navigate their way around because they know nothing of their surroundings, it’s a completely new place to learn. Though once the student becomes familiar with their surroundings it almost becomes a game on how to get around. In this newfound game students may also ask themselves questions such as: what’s the fastest way to my classes? How many “traffic jams” can I avoid when classes let out? How many different paths can I find? How far away is my dorm? Once students learn their way around it can open many opportunities. The student can have a better understanding of where to get a job, where to eat out, and what places to go to for a night out.


Planning for college will be stressful, but students will have many opportunities once they graduate . Students may find the process intimidating, but it will be worth it in the end. Tuition will be paid, new friends will be made, more knowledge will be gained, and new opportunities will arise throughout it all.

“I think therefore I am”: A Philosophical Take on Abortion

WCFL Teens Blog - Thu, 05/02/2019 - 17:09

By M. K. Powell

The abortion controversy has a lot of sides and angles when it comes to the discourse on its ethical and moral concerns. I would like to disclose that this isn’t propaganda for either side of the issue. Rather, this is perhaps a new angle to approach it from: “I think therefore I am.”

“I think therefore I am,” although it’s more commonly associated with science fiction, emerged in the Enlightenment, condensing some hallmarks of the period. The Enlightenment was a philosophical movement (the principles of which America was founded on) that encouraged the spread of radical ideas and inventions. The movement primarily revolved around this thought: the only thing separating humans from animals was reason, which is the ability to look at a situation and solve it through critical thinking. Rene Descartes, a French Enlightenment philosopher and architect of the movement, had set out to prove why he was, and in the process came up with the quote “I think therefore I am.” The phrase itself means that if you are real, then you can think, therefore you are a human at least.

How does this apply to abortion? “I think therefore I am” is a bar for humanity. If you’re a living a person then you can think, therefore you are. A fetus, however, doesn’t think. Although fetuses develop the capacity to think, we don’t actually start to think until we’re born. According to the Scientific American article “When Does Consciousness arise in Human Babies?” even after we’re born, in the infant stage, we don’t really think so much as process what we see. We start forming independent thoughts later, but this stage we’re just recognizing  the things and actions in front of us and may attempt to mimic them. The question this imposes on the abortion controversy is: do you become a human before you think? I wouldn’t propose killing an infant, but as for abortion, which occurs at the fetal stage, is the argument for the fetus being “alive” valid if they truly aren’t?

Even though we don’t think critically at the infant stage, we’re still able to process what we see. According to the Enlightenment’s standards, at this stage we are living creatures, but fetuses are just as alive as an internal organ; a part of a human mother who can already think, therefore they are.

In the name of God: A Part of the Main Story

WCFL Teens Blog - Thu, 05/02/2019 - 16:55

By Muhammad Sodagar

She was suffering

The pressure

Caused by the baby


“Oh dear

I believe in Him

In the God

Who gave me you

You, my little angel”


And heard a sound

“Your majesty

The boy is given to you

But not just you

But to all of the people

To take advantage

Of the wisdom

Which is given to Him

He is coming

To save the people

From ignorance

And you

As His mother

We ordered Him

To obey you”

Said Gabriel

“And touch that tree

Dates will come in

Eat them

To help

Resist this Holy pain”

And Mary looked

Upon the tree

A palm

So seared

So wrinkled

So sad

So rough

So tough

So unhappy

So old

So disappointed  


Mary asked

With a sad voice

With a face

So painful

But not of pain

Of the loss of mother

Not the loss of father

But the community

In which mercy




Or any other

Good word

Doesn’t have

A meaning

To people

Who lost themselves

A long time ago

When they stopped

To listen

What was taught


“ Gabriel

This palm  

It cannot give any dates

It’s sad

And painful

As I am”

“ Mary


It cannot


The designer

And the creator

Of You and I

And this palm tree  

Has no limit

In anything

And remember

He was the One

That gave you this



So as you always say

Say it again Mary

The Mother of Jesus

In God I trust”

Mary sat down

And said with a stronger voice

“In the name of God

Who is limitless

Who is helpless

Who has not a child

And never was born  

Who was before

You and I

And who is

After us

In the name of Him”  

And touched the tree


Tree became fresh

And a few dates fell

Mary ate them


As it was the best palm

In the whole country  

And she got tired

Tired as she wanted

To sleep a decade

When she fell asleep

Angels came

Took the child out

And washed Him

With the water  

Came from heaven  

The water

With which

The flowers and trees  

In heaven

Were watered

And the water

Which was cleaning

A man  

After that

All angels respected the water

Not because it’s nature

Nor its place

In heaven

But because

It was washing

A Prophet of God

Better than heaven

Who was taught in a place

Higher than heaven

To teach people

And take them

To where he was raised

And they put Him

To sleep

To rest

Cause after that

He couldn’t sleep

Till he had completed

His mission   

And when Mary

Woke up

She saw a baby


As an angel

Or even more


As the sun

Or even more


As a lake

In the beautiful days

Of summer  

And sedative

As the song

Of a bird

But all of these

Beautiful identities

In one child

Could not answer

The question Mary had

She asked

“Oh my God

I was always chaste

And never been touched

By a man

Why do I have a child”


God answered Her

“Mary, the daughter

Of Joachim

Adam was born

Neither with a father

Nor a mother

And Eve either

And I am the One

Who is capable

Of everything  

And Mary,

Never forget that

Cause those

Who forget this

Are those

Who are placed

In hell

Beside the Devil

And people as themselves

And I’m as rigid

Toward infidels

As I’m kind

Toward believers”

And at that time

Mary felt a good  

And powerful feeling

As she had

A sword in her hand

But no, it was beyond that

She had a feeling

As God was behind her  

Which was as true

As the the color of the sun

She had a feeling

As strong as a mountain

As an army of strongest


With the strongest

Swords and shields

Strongest fortresses

But she had something

Stronger than all of these


But at the same time

A heavy weight

A holy weight

A beautiful weight

A spiritual weight

A responsibility weight

A good weight but heavy

Mary asked

“My God

What is this?”

God answered


I’ve sent

One of my best

To this world

To guide

To teach  

To help

To go to

To wake  

To defeat

The evil

To defeat two-faces

To defeat hypocrites

And to come back to me Again  

As all people

Good or bad

And you Mary

You are chosen

To raise this holy child

To help the people’s helper

To raise my Prophet

And Mary

I tell you

This is the nature of you

And other women

To raise my gifts

And my servants

And go to your people

And do not speak

If they asked

Tell them I’ve been ordered

By Me

The Greatest

The biggest

The best

The kindest

The most powerful

The God

And put my Prophet

On a chair”

And Mary did that

Went to the city

People asked


The daughter of Joachim

You never been touched by a man

but why

why do You have a child?”

She did

What was been ordered to


And put His Son

A sunny son

And suddenly

The holy baby started to speak

There was no description

And The Baby said

“I am Jesus

The son of Mary

And the One

Who is sent

To teach

To Guide


Cause All men are created equal

And I’m here to help

For the Pursuit of Happiness

Which is to go

In which I’m taught

Our Narration stops here

But not the Story

The Story of the Holy Wisdom

And the Devil

The Story which was started

From the Creation of our Father


And our Mother


The Story continues

Till when We’re Judged

On the Day


Everyone’s Judged

And we all get

What we deserve.


WCFL Teens Blog - Thu, 04/18/2019 - 15:20

By Jay Trovato, Adult Contributor

Eggs? Bunnies? Chocolate? Spring fashion? Time off from work or school?

None of the above.

If not, what is Easter and what does it mean?

Easter is the claim that 2,000 years ago, a dead man named Jesus walked out of a tomb.

Before he died, this man had claimed to be God. His closest friends had seen enough evidence that led them to believe his claim. But when Jesus died, the hope of these men and women died, too. They were shaking in fear behind locked doors, completely defeated.

But a historian named Luke relates the account of what happened next:

“While they were still talking about this, Jesus himself stood among them and said to them, ‘Peace be with you.’

They were startled and frightened, thinking they saw a ghost. He said to them, ‘Why are you troubled, and why do doubts rise in your minds? Look at my hands and my feet. It is I myself! Touch me and see; a ghost does not have flesh and bones, as you see I have.’

When he had said this, he showed them his hands and feet. And while they still did not believe it because of joy and amazement, he asked them, ‘Do you have anything here to eat?’ They gave him a piece of broiled fish, and he took it and ate it in their presence.”

So, think about this scene for a moment. Jesus’ friends knew that he was dead. Dead people, under normal circumstances, never do anything else. Yet here comes Jesus – through a locked door, mind you – and greets them. He shows them the wounds that caused his death, and then eats a piece of fish like nothing out of the ordinary had ever happened.


Yes, that is the claim of Easter. In one (Greek) word, Ēgerthē. In English, it means, “He has risen.”

But what does it mean for us if it is true that Jesus walked out of the tomb?

I think the answer can be found in Luke’s account where Jesus says, “It is I myself.” The meaning of Easter depends on the meaning of that sentence. Who is Jesus?

Well, if Jesus is God as he claimed to be (and as a crazy-impossible feat like the resurrection certainly suggests), then it means that God has permanently broken the power of death. Anyone who believes in the resurrection and gives the risen Jesus the right to rule his or her life will also follow Jesus out of the grave on the last day of history.

As incredible as this story may seem, I believe it. The death of my body is not the end for me, just as death on the cross was not the end for Jesus. Why? Ēgerthē.

You Must’ve Loved the Snow

WCFL Teens Blog - Thu, 04/18/2019 - 15:14

By Isabella Hendershot, Staff Writer

The day the decision was made it snowed,

As the viewing ended,

Taylor and I started the drive back home,

The beginnings of a small snow storm started.


Taylor mentioned how you must’ve liked the snow,

How it snowed the day of,

How it was snowing now,

Just as the snow got heavy.


I thought back to the day of,

Thought she was right,

You really must’ve liked the snow,

I know I still love it.


I thought back to when you stayed with us,

The snow storm was raging back then,

Taylor and I were off school for a week,

Around that time we had quite a few snow storms.


After Taylor mentioned the snow I thought of it for a while,

Remembered we used to come over,

Go sledding with Zack.


You must’ve liked the snow,

I remember quite a few things when it did,

When you were still around,

To see it with us all.


Now I will always remember the day,

The day you really left,

The day you made it snow.

Winter Memory: Can Atheists go to Church?

WCFL Teens Blog - Thu, 04/18/2019 - 15:04

By Beth Gaver, Guest Contributor

I’m not a religious person; in fact, I can’t recall a moment in my life where I willingly prayed or read an excerpt from the Bible. I don’t believe it. That’s all. So, I guess you can call me one of those “fakes” who celebrates Christmas just for the aesthetic pleasure, and you’d be completely right.

Weirdly enough, despite my atheism, my most nostalgic memory is attending church on Christmas Eve. I didn’t like church on any other other Sunday because, frankly, it was frustratingly boring (although I did find the songs to be quite catchy), but on Christmas Eve, my apathy turned to muted excitement when I dressed to match my sister in my Christmas dress and tights, a mix of reds and whites.

I recall leaving an hour early every Christmas Eve in order to get a seat. This was a lesson we learned one year when we arrived on time only to spend far too long in the parking lot, looking for an available space, and entering the church mid-service, quietly slinking along the back wall, as all the pews were occupied.

So we arrived early. Far too early for a couple of impatient children, hyped up on sugar cookies and barely-contained excitement. The next year we learned to bring coloring books, baby dolls, notepads — “quiet” toys.

The hour would go by, with Abby and I drawing and coloring picture after picture and random church-goers — that I presume my mother knew — would compliment our behavior to our mother, for we were “such well-behaved little girls.” My easily-inflated ego swelled enormously on those nights.

The service would usually begin around 6 in the evening, so I don’t remember much about it, as I spent most of my time at church with my eyes closed and my head rested against my mother’s arm. However, my small naps would be interrupted by my favorite part of church: music.

We would always bring little bells to church, and whenever a song began to play, we would swing those bells in every direction; we wanted our bells to be the loudest, even if the most they could do was emit a tiny tinkling sounds. No matter the volume, we still giggled and sang along obnoxiously, as the ting-y sound of bells resonated throughout the domed church.

The church service would soon come to a close though, despite the euphoric merriment of the attendees, and my mother, Abby, and I would leave early to avoid the messy traffic that came at the end of the night. Then we’d drive home, with silly smiles plastered on our faces, as we laughed and talked about the eventful day.

I don’t attend church on Christmas Eve anymore. I don’t remember when I last did. Maybe four years ago. I think we lost a lot of tradition four years ago. Change is inevitable, so I’m not too terribly upset about it, just a little wistful.

Even though it’s been years since the last time I went to church on Christmas Eve, I still remember it clearly — the candles, the songs, the bells. Those are memories I don’t think I can ever get back, and that’s okay. I’ll just have to move on.

Besides, wouldn’t it be strange for an atheist to go to church?

What is Heresy?

WCFL Teens Blog - Thu, 04/11/2019 - 22:37

By Jay Trovato, Guest Contributor (Library Staff)


A long, long time ago, people were regularly set on fire for their opinions.  At that time, the Catholic church was both a religious body and a major political force.  To disobey or speak out against the official teachings of the church was considered a serious threat to the public order.  If found guilty, a person could be executed. Everyone else who witnessed such a severe punishment lived in the fear that they could suffer the same fate, and therefore usually decided to keep their opinions to themselves if they did not agree with the officially sanctioned beliefs.


Having a dissenting belief or opinion from the officially accepted body of beliefs is called “heresy,” and the unfortunate man or woman on fire is called a “heretic.”  


But things are different now…right?  Well, yes and no.

It’s true that we don’t burn people at the stake anymore, which is of course a good thing.  But there is a body of public beliefs in our culture that almost everyone with an influential public voice seems to hold as incontrovertible.  This body of beliefs takes many forms, but it holds the following (among others) as tenets of its dogma:


  • There is no such thing as absolute truth.  
  • Personal happiness is the ultimate good.
  • Anyone who voices their belief in absolute truth, or promotes any view that impedes the personal happiness of others, is worthy of unrelenting hostility.


Social media platforms (especially Twitter) have become places where people are socially “burned at the stake” for their heretical views.  In some cases, people on the receiving end of persecution for differing from the officially accepted view have publicly lost their jobs or even received death threats!


So, the only difference between the heresy of yore and the heresy of today is that punishment is via flame-posting instead of physical fire.  But the social media inquisitors are always watching, and their verbal torches are ready to burn you…



WCFL Teens Blog - Thu, 04/11/2019 - 22:28

By Kevin Lin


Darkness by darkness, a dim light appears in the distance

Light by light, small light of hope sprouting onto the surface of the world

Reach by reach the light became clearer and clearer as if everything came into existence

Scenery by scenery, the tender wind and the warmth of sunlight is nothing like the underworld


Day by day, observing the changes of the mysterious sky

Night by night, extends my wings toward the moonlight bright

Rain by rain, as quietness fall upon the dribbles carries by the nature

Sunny by sunny, where the rain turn into vapors


Winter by winter, the snow falls and turns into glacier

Spring by spring, where we sprouts once again

Summer by summer, we reached out maximum potential

Fall by fall, we begin to  fall aparts


Winter by winter, we left behind our next generation

Fall into darkness once again until everything repeats itself

Why Should I Shave My Legs?: Post Feminist Summer

WCFL Teens Blog - Wed, 04/03/2019 - 18:09

by M. K. Powell,

Last summer, I (a woman) didn’t shave my legs. Not only did I not shave my legs, but I wrote a blog article about it, like a true internet age radical feminist, making change in the streets.

The reason I wrote my article was because I wanted to lighten the societal pressure I felt was being put upon me. And it was accurate; in pop culture women who don’t shave are shamed as bigfoot-like, he-man ladies who speak in deep, husky groans. No one should be made to feel or do something untrue to themselves if it doesn’t hurt anyone, even if it breaks societal expectations. I ended my last article with “if the best reason for me to shave my legs is ‘Because that’s just how it is’ then I’m not doing it.” I will still stand by it.

But, I have a secret to divulge. I am what many of my co-femmes would call a victim of the patriarchy. I have, to the befuddlement of many of my readers, shaved my legs.

Why have I de-haired my legs? For the same reason I believe people should decide whether or not to shave their legs: I wanted to. I did, for a short time last summer, feel embarrassed about my fuzzy walking sticks, cause…society. But there were other things I missed, like the smooth, soft feeling of my hairless pegs and the slick way I slide in and out of my sheets. My legs (shaved) feel like an infant’s face, and I enjoy that, therefore, I shave my legs.

The takeaway, however, shouldn’t be that it’s okay to force women to conform to society’s expectations, cause it’s not, period. I would go another summer without shaving my legs in support of others not having to shave theirs. Feminism is all about creating an environment in which everyone can make their own choices based on their own preferences not to the detriment of others, not what is deemed acceptable by society.


WCFL Teens Blog - Wed, 04/03/2019 - 17:00

by Spencer Thomas, Staff Writer

My dearest friend the enigma

Cut open yet not dissected

Beautiful, broken, melodrama

So unsure of herself

But sure of death and sorrow

And concerned with others mental health

Tell her your woes she begs you to

Say how the mirror sees yourself

Whilst she’s the silence staring back at you

What are the thoughts of the reflection

Silent, judging, loud

And not approving of its own direction

Listen to her heart fall

It won’t make a sound

And she’ll deny it happening at all

Tell her your life story

Take her single word

Force her to accept your worry

The Tragedy of New Zealand

WCFL Teens Blog - Wed, 03/27/2019 - 17:00

by Maysa Haj-Mabrouk, Staff Writer

My people were massacred on March 15, 2019 in Christchurch, New Zealand.

I had and have no direct connections to anyone who was murdered or harmed, but the threads in my heart still tug and threaten to fall apart every time the event crosses my mind. A hate filled, loathing, tar black ideology that led to the tragedy that befell peaceful individuals seeking worship in their benevolent Lord.

It has been some time since the shooting – enough time for the shock to wear off most people – but my mind still revolves and rotates around it. I cannot go through a day with being brought to tears by the sheer animosity of the occurrences that took hold that day in the two mosques during Jummah prayer. One of the most blessed times during the week, the day where hundreds of Muslims all over cities gather at the mosque to kneel in unison and pray to God for help, gratitude, lamentation, etc. Why, of all moments, the most peaceful time most Muslims feel during the week, was the silence and prayer disturbed by blazing bullets and relentless attack?

They say the perpetrator had multiple guns and bombs. The attack was not just to make a statement. It was to exterminate Muslims and immigrants.

The politics of the situation is detrimental in understanding the nature of the attack, but it is not just that which makes the situation so daunting. It is the sheer fact that a someone, a human, was able to so willingly and eagerly murder women, men, children, the elderly, adolescents, in the name of implementing and protecting an extremist state that appealed to him and others like him. What does this say about humanity? Is our nature to fight, with bullets, for what we believe in? Is this the true state of our world?

I feel sick writing. I feel sick thinking. I feel especially sick talking about it. Images of the martyred plague my mind constantly and I keep going back every time I find myself in silence or contentment.

I want things to change. It’s past the point of protest and strong willed discussion. I am past the point of rolling my eyes at blatant displays of Islamophobia and laughing off ignorant comments. I am past all of that. I am exhausted of proving myself to people who believe that based on my belief alone, I am a monster or that I condone the actions of extremists. The only response you will get out of me is a passionate response and hot tears. I am angry and upset. I am tired and yet will continue to defend myself. That is the only way I can protect myself and my people, and the only way I can help secure a safe future for everyone, Muslims and non-Muslims alike.

I wish everyone would take a moment and reflect on what this massacre unveils. Yes, it was a shooting, but as with other events like this, there is always an underlying message and reason for why it happened. And it is not until everyone begins to understand the true, raw nature of these types of occurrences that we begin to see a real shift in belief and solidarity.


The Best Way to Learn in School: Tips and Strategies

WCFL Teens Blog - Wed, 03/27/2019 - 15:00
By Ornelle Tessofo, staff writer     The best way I learn is by hands-on activities with a group of partners,  because it helps me understand what I’m doing. Also, working with  partners actually helps me get to do something fun.    Strategies for improving your learning:  

1. Ask the teacher for help. 

2. Ask them questions about what you don’t understand.   3. Stay after class. If you still don’t understand, ask the teacher to explain  more thoroughly.  4. Stay after school.  5. Ask your parents.  6. Don’t be afraid to ask questions.  7. Seek advice from your counselor.   8. Read ahead in the textbook.  9. Pay attention to what the teacher is saying.  

Is making friends really that easy?

WCFL Teens Blog - Mon, 03/25/2019 - 20:03

by Cat Ehmer

Making friends is a topic that some people are great at, but I feel as if I’m there but not there in the room – but not with anyone. I see people having the time of their lives with people around them, but I want friends, and I don’t feel like I can make them. But I guess I’m not like other people.

I have been forgotten over the years and thrown away by people I thought actually loved me. I’ve watched My Little Pony and other shows that claim to be about friendship, but are they true? And if they are, where do people like me actually fit in? I see people hugging and holding hands and giving each other things because they are friends. I open my arms to everyone and to everything except hate and betrayal. People take me for granted. People who are like me – too kind, too soft-hearted, and scared to even stand up for themselves – why, why must people like us be forgotten, mistreated, used and taken advantage of? But who will stick up for us? Who will encourage us and support us ourselves?

Making friends might not be that easy, but when you make a great friend that might give you great memories…sometimes that friend might leave and throw you away and, well, that’s just how the world works. We can fall and get back up. We can feel sad then get cheered up, but if those so-called friends leave you, then it’s their loss, not yours. You could feel sad for yourself and the fact you lose someone you loved, but only you can control the path you take. You can stand aside and take all this and be pushed over and so-called happy, or stop taking it and feel sad for a little while then get back up on your feet again. It’s all up to you.


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