Student Voices Project

Student Voice Project 2018

From the Circus to the Community

“So, Rosie . . . do you want to go to the Ringling Brothers Circus for their final show?” my… Rosie Reed
Student Voice Project 2018

Community or Competition

I shakily stepped out of the car. I had to grip the door for support. Even though it was a… Olivia Dietrich
Student Voice Project 2018

Family Is Family

I am adopted. Both my mom and my dad are white. Both of my sisters are also white. My brother… Abel Rupertus
Student Voice Project 2018

Would You Still Love Me If I Were a Boy?

I remember the night I told my mom I wasn’t exactly a girl. I was so worried about telling her.… Sawyer Beveridge
Student Voice Project 2018

The Imaginary Box

I was different in third grade. Some of my classmates thought antagonizing me was cool; they used it as a… Jules Needleman
Student Voice Project 2018

The Art of Loving Yourself

“I love myself.” I speak into the mirror, my voice cracks into a barely audible whisper, the embarrassment squeaking through… Frances Kelly
Student Voice Project 2018

Different Opinions, Same Community

Last year I attended an all-girls school in Southeastern Pennsylvania. This school’s community consisted of some diversity geographically, but most… Olivia Jaekle
Student Voice Project 2018

Finding Simplicity in My Life

As many people’s lives become more cluttered with events and activities, we become more and more reliant on physical items.… Robert Bennett
Student Voice Project 2018

The Realization

Simplicity is something that everyone needs. It’s something that makes life easier. It made my life easier. It adds a… Elizabeth Hare
Student Voice Project 2018

Peacefulness in a Chaotic World

Peacefulness has been a common theme throughout my life and my journeys. My mother and father have been through so… Zein Mosarsaa
Student Voice Project 2018

Soft Soap and Doom

“If you look for truth, you may find comfort in the end; if you look for comfort you will not… Laia Sarukhan
Student Voice Project 2018

A Simple, Silent Moment

Our feet danced in an inch of water, and the wooden benches beneath us were worn from use and age.… Eliana DeHaven
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