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Back to Artwork The Memory Project Back to Sections Rejoice- Amna Faisal Amna Faisal February 24, 2023 Volume 3 Issue 3

Back to Articles Art & Culture Back to Sections A Change in Pitch By Kayla Duvert Volume 1 Issue 6 March 18, 2021 Image provided by How to Sing Smarter For a while now, my peers from Mrs. Schneider’s chorus class were accustomed to using our voices as instruments, changing our pitches as the notes changed as we would with instruments. Holding out full notes in music, as we would with instruments. Now with an airborne virus amid us, our instruments were instructed to be put to rest. Our instruments, the only instrument some of us knew how to play, were considered a threat to the health of others and an accomplice to spreading a virus. Though our instruments can’t be used, that doesn’t mean that we can’t find another: an instrument that’s navigable through our fingers and not our mind. An instrument unfamiliar to us, but it becomes familiar once we start playing. An instrument known as the piano to most, but as a substitute to us. As with every instrument, we first learned the basics: the different staffs and notes. Then we put our knowledge to test. Playing the songs, we used to sing with an alternative instrument. The notes we used to sing together, we now play alone at whatever volume we desire. With our voices being the only thing that connects us, playing an almost foreign instrument alone is often undesirable. It was foreign to both our fingers and our minds. Making music alone is foreign to us, but there is comfort in the fact that we are learning it together: learning, playing and performing it together, but in walls that continue to separate us. Those walls that separate us will be the one thing that protects us long enough to unite us, so we could continue to use our vocal instruments alongside our newly introduced one. An instrument with a change in pitch now represents a change in our lives. BACK TO TOP

Back to Articles News Back to Sections Hutchinson Makes Three By Samantha Altieri Volume 3 Issue 4 May 18, 2023 Image provided by The Arkansas Democrat Gazette On Sunday, April 2nd, 2023, former Arkansas Governor, Asa Hutchinson, announced his presidential bid for the 2024 Election. Former Governor Hutchinson becomes the third candidate on the Republican side to announce their candidacy for the president of the United States in the 2024 election cycle, with President Donald Trump and former Governor Nikki Hayley announcing previously.  Hutchinson’s announcement comes with a dig at the former president he runs against, declaring Trump should drop out of the race immediately. Hutchinson’s remarks come at a tense time for Trump, who will now face charges in Manhattan for an alleged hush money payment to porn star Stormy Daniels during his 2016 presidential election campaign.  Hutchinson has been critical of the case against Trump but expresses his respect for the criminal justice system. The former Governor shared a desire to respect the process taking place through the courts, while also respecting the office of the presidency.  BACK TO TOP

Back to Artwork Line Back to Sections Elizabeth Andre - What is Line - 3 By Elizabeth Andre November 1, 2020 Graphite Volume 1 Issue 1

Back to Articles Feature Back to Sections Interview with Mr. Arata  By Gurjosh Multani Volume 3 Issue 1 November 7, 2022 Image provided by VSCHSD Q: State your name and your occupation. " My name is Anthony Arata, and my occupation is Permanent Sub here at Valley Stream North, but I am in Grad school at St. John’s University in order to become a Special Education teacher.” Q: Have you lived anywhere other than Valley Stream and if so, where? “I live in Franklin Square.” Q: Do you enjoy your job? “I love my job.” Q: Anything else to add to that? “It's an honor to be able to come back to where I went to high school and to inspire kids how I was inspired to be a teacher.” Q: What inspired you to start working this job? " My 10th grade special education teacher Mr. Achatz.” [pronounced “ACK-its”] Q: How do you feel about the recent threat to this school? "It's scary, but the reality of every day as a teacher and a student is that it can happen anywhere and there's protocols to be safe, but there're people who want to harm students and we just have to be as safe as possible always. And if you see something, always say something.” Q: What would you do for the security of the school if you were in charge? “If I was in charge of the security... Hmm Well, we already have cameras everywhere, which is definitely necessary, and the ID is to keep track of who comes in and out. But I would maybe just have scanners that way they could see when you walk through, so it scans you. That way we can prevent the lines in the morning, so it'd be an easier transition for students and faculty.” Q: Do you have any advice for the new generation of kids? "Find your passion and do something that you love because I go to work every day, I'm happy to be there, and I love what I do. As long as you do something that makes you happy, it's then that you'll be set for life.” BACK TO TOP

Back to Articles Polaris Back to Sections Who Do We Belong Madisen Dubose Volume 4 Issue 3 March 13, 2024 Image Provided by love our age “I am you; you are me. We are one. We have existed here for as long as we can remember. Do not forget what is given.” A voice echoed out into the darkness. It was cold and unfamiliar, yet warm... What was given? I didn’t know. I was floating, like a dream. Who... Am I? What are we? A question left unasked as eyes hazily open to a sea of black nothingness. This place was void of life. My body was heavy yet consciously, I was light like a feather. It didn’t make sense but was perfectly articulate. This is the birthplace ... I’m not sure how I knew, but the thoughts flooded in with profound knowledge I’ve never known of but lived all the same. The accident, on that day... I remember it. What made me, me. It was only bits and pieces, but... As my body’s matter soon began to materialize in this dark realm, I could understand my form again. It was all wrong. My arms stretched harshly with a crackle from my stressed bones, knees that can barely hold themselves up buckling in, long beast-like claws attached to my now ugly form. I tried to look at my face, but it was no longer there. The only thing to stare back were the large razor-sharp teeth that jutted from the deep void I now call a face. A true and pure monster I’ve become. All I could do was tear at my empty sockets, my sunken nose, my bladed teeth in rage and fear. For I've seen what I truly am now. No longer human. BACK TO TOP

Back to Artwork Art Guild Back to Sections Art Guild- Chamille Malcolm Chamille Malcolm November 6, 2023 Mixed Media Volume 4 Issue 1

Back to Articles Polaris Back to Sections The Evolution of Growing Up By Craig Papajohn-Shaw Volume 1 Issue 7 April 22, 2021 Image provided by Aly Buyer I can’t wait to grow up. I can’t wait to go to high school. I can’t wait to drive. I can’t wait to live my life to its fullest. I wish I was like them. I wish I wasn't afraid of failure. I wish I could go back. I wish I wasn’t my own worst enemy. I wanted to live my life. “Life will only get harder from here,” we were told at a young age. We ignored the warning. But now that we are older, We understand that our dreams may not always become reality. And we just have to focus on the little joys of life. BACK TO TOP

Back to Artwork Prism Back to Sections Julianna Silva - Prism By Julianna Silva November 24, 2020 Volume 1 Issue 2

Back to Artwork Art Guild Back to Sections My Sister and I By Willene Exinvil November 24, 2020 Charcoal Volume 1 Issue 2