~James Beebee, Class of 2024 I walked up on the stage, ready to perform my poem, “Xiomara’s Fury.” My whole body started to tremble as I confirmed people could hear me. My nerves were overwhelmed, but I knew I had to push through. Performing at...
~James Beebee, Class of 2025 I look back at the world where history was made, The glowing moonlight, shimmering on the lake. The lush, thick trees, inviting comfort and shade and our modernized kitchen, filled with apples and cake. Amidst our overgrown castle, where...
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