Category Archives: Creative Pieces

Good News

It’s like that letter you’ve been waiting for in the mail box.
That last slice of cake in the refrigerator.
That unexpected dollar in your pocket.
The first day of snow.

It’s like a windy summer day.
Loose, wild, and free.

It’s like a hug when your feeling down.
Your heart lifted off the ground.

Good news can make everything seem perfect, even when it’s not.



Never Quite as Planned

So I got done at the D&C at around 8 o’clock. Surprisingly I didn’t have a headache, I wasn’t hungry, and I was actually feeling pretty good about what I accomplished. So I prepared to leave and catch my bus when I realized there were only a few journalist left. It was pretty abandoned in the D&C but even in the abandoned building I felt accomplished. Pride beaming from my pores. I Cleaned up my desk area, collected my materials, and headed out like I’ve been at the D&C for years. On my way out I noticed that it was raining, soft soothing rain glittered the ground. It was like the peacefully ending to a nice movie; a late midnight rain washing off the worries of a rugged cool protagonists after a long day of “work”. After striding in the rain like it wasn’t affecting me, I began to notice the rain grow heavier and heavier.
Hail was beating my head. The swagger in my step was soon replaced with aggatated speed walking and stumbling as the hail fell harder.

Being in the comfort of my house now, I can look back and laugh. Whenever I try to act cool or pose I’m always humbled. Always.
I suppose it’s a good thing. I’d rather have hail beat my head then have evenly a slightly proud spirit.


GLEE by Tymoni Correa-Buntley

This was an article Tymoni wrote about the Glee Club that I really enjoyed!


Written by Tymoni Correa-Buntley

 The recent cut of art programs throughout schools nationwide have left students of all ages without an opportunity to express themselves creatively. In attempts of bringing arts back into School Without Walls, two University of Rochester students formed a musical group by the name of SmARTS in 2010. Now in its third year, SmARTS has gained a new name and popularity throughout School Without Walls.

The club, now ran by senior Michael Frazier has received many changes since the club began. Every Friday after school Glee meets in the “Big Room” starting with CPR, circle of power and respect. CPR is a School Without Walls tradition which includes a greeting, reading, sharing and activity. It offers students the opportunity to build new relationships with people in a creative way.

Michael Frazier says, “We do a version of musical CPR; instead of just greeting someone they’ll sing it. I do announcements then we have vocal warmups,” Frazier continued, “Soon we’ll be beginning our own version of The Voice to work on team building, which is exciting because they’re all aspiring artists.”

Michael says much of what occurs on the hit show “Glee” has influenced the way he runs the club. Members now participate in “booty camp”, a phrase that began on “Glee” which includes intense dancing.

“Glee means a lot to me because it gives me a chance to speak my mind through music and dance. I love to dance and so when Michael appointed me as Glee’s new choreographer I was so excited,” said LaKeya Quinn, freshman.

Recently, Glee held their first performance of the year. The performance which filled the schools “big room” was a success. At the end of the school year I will be passing the torch to the member who exemplifies the most dedication and passion. While Glee will soon begin planning for the end of the year performance, they are always looking for more members. If you have a passion for music or dance, be sure to talk to Michael Frazier about joining.

ImageMaddy and I singing a White Christmas remix.

ImageAll of the Glee members singing Jingle Bell Rock at the Winter Showcase.

Simple Things

It’s the simple things.
The simple things that make me happy.
The love in the air.
Crushes revealed, desires pursued.
Bonding and growing.
Dressing up and eating well.
Laughing at everything.

Today was a very busy day.
Senior exit interviews, had a exam at MCC, then had to go to an award ceremony at the Board of Education. Kendra and I were recognized as 2 of the top black scholars in the RCSD. There were 8 other students who were recognized.

Today was hectic but fun and as I write my blog post I have those little happy butterflies flying around in my chest. I usually get them after really fulfilling days. Like after my extended class thanksgiving feast, or after a large school function.

The simple things.
Basking in my own slice of happiness.
It’s not perfect, but it feels like it.




Build Up

A stressful buildup.

Accumulated, thinking, pondering contemplating
Expanding, collapsing.
Repairing, collapsing.
Struggling not to explode.
So it implodes.

A stressful build up.

Leaking from its rage made pores.
Slowly dripping
Slowly burning
Causing wave after wave of nausea
Cascading steaming walls of emotions.
Condensing at the fall.

A stressful build up.

Slashing away at fertile ground.
Devastating the vast landscape.
Tormenting the innocent life.

A stressful build up.

Laying its burden down,
to seep and contaminate the surrounding grounds.

A stressful build up.

What is Intelligence?

What makes a person intelligent?
Is it the variety of complex problems a person can solve?
Is it the amount of books a person can read in a day?
Is it the innovative inventions one can create?
Or is it something else?
Is intelligence a trait passed down or are we born with it?
Is it a blessing or a curse to be held in.
Can we earn it or develop it?
Or are we simply imitating it?
Is intelligence based on the opinions of others?
If so, what makes others capable of judging others intelligence?
If intelligence is a state of mind, are there different types of intelligent?
What is intelligence?


Circle of Power and Respect

I remember the first day I came to SWW. My first day of classes was on Valentines day.I sat in a small room with a sea of students glaring at me with judging eyes. I felt crowded and cold, and not feeling very welcomed. Then the man in the front of the room tilting his head side to side showing off his nose ring in the process spoke. “Gather around everyone were gonna start CPR”. My head jolted up to the man I was suppose to refer to by first name. I stood like a deer in head lights as the other students stood up and started to place the chairs in  the room in a circle. “I don’t know how to do CPR”, I nervously whispered to the girl next to me who was wearing all black. She chuckled  like I told a funny joke. The kids in the room started to speak one after another.

“Were not doing that type of CPR”.

“CPR stands for circle of power and respect”

“We do it everyday in extended class’

“Do you really think I’d put my lips on anyone here”?

“Might get a disease”.

The class broke out in laughter. In an instance the icy shell encasing my confidences fell off and I grew the courage to speak up. “What do we do in CPR”, I stammered.

“Reading, greeting, sharing, activity . . . ”


Since then I’ve grown from the shy guy in a room full of students. CPR has helped me to connect with my peers, but also help facilitate the classroom, and grow as a leader. I use CPR wherever I go, and I’ll probably use it for the rest of my life. From traveling to Hawaii, and doing CPR with a class of Hawaiians  to starting Glee club with a musical CPR every week, I’ll cherish this gift.