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At William H. Taft High School, we have always been taught that anything we wanted could be ours with a little work and determination. Our Vocal Ensemble is renown for its caliber- we love music and it shows in our sound. For the last six years, our ensemble has won unanimous superiors- the highest rating of caliber possible ( Read more... )

I have a story to tell you- a story about four people. Their names are everybody, anybody, somebody, and nobody. You see, there was this important job to be done, and everybody was sure that somebody would do it. Anybody could have done it, but nobody did it. Moral of the story: Where was busybody ( Read more... )

Growing up I was always the quiet girl you sat next to in class. You know, the one you only talked to whenever you dropped your pencil? You knew of me, but you never really knew me. I felt horribly inadequate, always struggling to fit in. I grew up, eventually leaving the preteen years behind, but the quiet girl in me did not seem to leave. If ( Read more... )

When my parents came to this country from El Salvador, they came with dreams of a better life for themselves and for the families they left behind. Soon, they had a family of their own. Shattered by the sound of gunshots, their dreams for us were a distant reality. Regardless, we always had a home full of love instead of the harsh truth outside our ( Read more... )

When my parents came to this country from El Salvador, they came with dreams of a better life for themselves and for the families they left behind. So9on, they had five children. We did not grow up in the best of places, but even though we grew up hearing shots at night, my parents brought us up in a home full of love instead of the painful reality ( Read more... )