By: Dain Kim
“NO MORE COAL, NO MORE OIL, KEEP YOUR CARBON IN THE SOIL!” shouted a 15-year-old-looking boy, the rest of the crowd including myself repeated what he said. The people driving by were honking at us on Colorado Blvd to show their support – both eastward and westward; pedestrians were moving away to let us through.
By: Reynard Hodges
I have to assume that MS Donuts, a short yellow building in a small Echo Park plaza where Glendale and Alvarado fork, is open during the daytime. But on any given night, seven days a week, if I step around to the right of its locked parking lot entrance doors and peek through a small side window between the hours of midnight and 4 am, I’ll see the shop’s sole baker hard at work. I like to take a minute to watch him, maybe pulling and stretching the raw dough into its familiar shape, or delicately and precisely flipping each donut floating in hot oil with long tapered wooden sticks. Eventually I will rap several times on the thin glass pane, and he will slip on a pair of flour bleached sandals, slide the window open and greet me with an enormous smile.
“Hello! Hello, my friend,” he says, with a thick Khmer accent. “How are you tonight? Coming from work?”
He laughs as he speaks, and I have long thought of him as an unusually good natured person. But through many late night talks—I’ve been going weekly for six years—I’ve learned that he still laughs when he isn’t happy. He will laugh as he tells me how tired he is, as he explains that he works seven days of the week, as he tells me that he only can get a few days off during the entire year.
By Julius Jaramillo
I’d be hard pressed to find someone who’d never had a bad period in their life. A time where confusion, desperation, and sorrow dragged themselves down to meet those demons, starving for a piece of cynicism. If I did meet this person, I would be impressed but at the same time… I might need to catch my breath. Because I have been through dark periods; lonely years where you don’t see things as black and white, but as a hot red. Those experiences take a lot of time and effort to come out the other end from. And though I’m not perfect today by any means, the work I have done has led me to a realization that has now meant more than ever before… I am a Superman Fan.
I had my Batman periods, my Spider-Man marathons, my Doctor Strange vacations, but it would always come back to The Last Son of Krypton. As I think back on it, he’s been an inspiration throughout my upbringing. Looking for my first pair of glasses, I knew I wanted to be the only Middle Schooler resembling Clark Kent, brilliantly late for work at the Daily Planet. And when I’d hear the music from John Williams Superman Theme, I would go outside, and look up, shooting my arms as if the momentum would actually launch me.
In his literary essay titled, "Valley Beth Shalom: The Mecca of Jewish Tradition". Aaron Eberhardt finds himself at the steps of what is alien territory for him; the use of ethos and pathos. In the essay, he observes the Valley Beth Shalom Synagogue's use of ethos and pathos and how if utilized well, can provide a genuinely authentic atmosphere that allows its members to benefit from the practice of Judaism to its utmost level.
Written By: Perla Vogel
Performed in November at Pasadena City College, "When We Dream" was a workshop devised and directed by Suzanne Hunt-Jenner and performed by PCC students through the Performing and Communication Arts Division.
"When We Dream" was a moving and heart-inspiring play about undocumented youth incarcerated in the United States. Pasadena City College students read poems from unknown children and showed deep connection to the work and the words of the youth. The production was successful in giving these incarcerated immigrants a voice. The nation is facing many tough situations and this play was able to show citizens the many portraits of immigrants in our nation who still have a dream.
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