Biography: I am a junior at Early College Academy, and I enjoy writing fictional stories. I also enjoy doing arts and crafts in my spare time; I find it incredibly relaxing. I love hanging out with my dear friends, they make me feel like everything is going to be ok, so I thank them for…
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Works submitted by juniors
Starry Fields by Angela Yates 11
Biography: I’m a self taught artist with a passion for mixed media. I grew up loving everything about art, but only during my early teens did I finally decide to take the craft seriously. Since then, I’ve worked hard to develop a distinct style and improve my skills with paint, pencil, and all other kinds…
Starry Night by Kaiden Renaud 11
Biography: Kaiden Renaud is a Junior at Early College Academy. His included piece is an artwork entitled Starry Night.
Cherry Blossom by Eddie Dah 11
Biography: I am a junior from Early College Academy. I like drawing during my spare time or when I’m bored. I play volleyball outside of school; it’s something that makes me happy and it helps with stress. I like to sleep a lot during my spare time. It’s nice to sleep and not worry about…
Giraffe by Tyshanna Braband 11
Biography: The thing I love most about painting is the process. It allows me to be completely myself. I can make something that is important to me. There is no one controlling what I make and how I make it. When painting, I am in control and free to create a piece of art that…
Food War by Josiah Mejia 11
Biography: Josiah Mejia is a Junior at Early College Academy. His included piece is an artwork entitled Food War that he created in his Aims Art Appreciation course.
Alexithymia by James Zimmerman 11
Biography: Tis I, James Zimmerman, blessed be my name; I will you to bask in the glory of my trauma. I give you poems and informative writing from my humble HP laptop. You’re welcome.
Angel Minors (Always someone watching) by James Zimmerman 11
Biography: Tis I, James Zimmerman, blessed be my name; I will you to bask in the glory of my trauma. I give you poems and informative writing from my humble HP laptop. You’re welcome.
Untitled by Cal Adams 11
Biography: Cal is a junior at Early College Academy. Their included piece is a poem entitled “Akrasia”.
The Round Table by George Joyce III
The Round Table by George Joyce III Biography: I am constantly creating stories in my mind. I started to explore writing this year and fell in love with it. I love taking the stories around me and putting a spin on them. I want to break expectations and create memorable stories.
Tate Modern by Sabrayah Nunez
Tate Modern by Sabrayah Nunez Biography: I am a junior at Early College Academy, and I enjoy writing fictional stories. I also enjoy doing arts and crafts in my spare time; I find it incredibly relaxing. I love hanging out with my dear friends, they make me feel like everything is going to be ok,…
It’s Me, I’m the Amateur by Jay Maurer
It’s Me, I’m the Amateur by Jay Mauer Biography: I enjoy many different art styles, from watercolor painting to creative writing and poetry. I started with drawing figures and have since expanded to creating scenery. I love looking at a piece of text that I’ve created and wordsmithing it to make it more vivid; I…
The Underlying Problem with Beauty Standards by Ruby Oreta Guzman
The Underlying Problem with Beauty Standards by Ruby Ortega Guzman Biography: When doing anything creative, I am motivated by the topics I am deeply passionate about. I love having debates about various real world topics with people and learning about the different perspectives that exist.
Feminism At Its Finest: You Don’t Own Me by Jay Maurer
Feminism At Its Finest: You Don’t Ownby Jay Maurer Biography: I enjoy many different art styles, from watercolor painting to creative writing and poetry. I started with drawing figures and have since expanded to creating scenery. I love looking at a piece of text that I’ve created and wordsmithing it to make it more vivid;…
Cosplay is Not Consent by James Zimmerman
Cosplay is Not Consent -James Zimmerman – English Composition (1) Biography: Tis I, James Zimmerman, blessed be my name; I will you to bask in the glory of my trauma. I give you poems and informative writing from my humble HP laptop. You’re welcome.
Headlights by James Zimmerman
The sunshine on your face was blinding. The light reflecting on those gentle amber eyes, crows feet and smile lines… I was only sixteen. So happy, living in ignorant bliss, the youth we took for granted. Joy in your smile and fire in your eyes but I can’t quite recall when the light started to fade. …
Archived: Being Successful as a First-Generation Student of Color
Author: Rosmery Ipina Perez Email: ripinaperez@greeleyschools.org Submission: Please see “Add Media” for attached file. Abstract This essay will focus on the aspects that affect a first-generation college student of color’s success when it comes to colleges in the United States. I gathered information through academic sources that have previously studied the same topic….
Archived: Lite Rain by Levi Rodriguez (Junior)
Rain, It’s sad It is true despair, People are stones They broke your mirror into fragments These shards are fragments of your heart They cant be fully repaired The gaps can be filled But never the same A little different Maybe strange There are people who will rise But not you You are agoraphobic, …
Untitled by Maxine Garcia (Junior)
Author: Maxine Garcia Email: mgarc194@aims.edu Submission: Please see “Add Media” for attached file.
Crystal Heart by Fernanda Torres (Junior)
Author: Fernanda Torres Email: ftorres1@greeleyschools.org Submission: Please see “Add Media” for attached file.
Archived: Cupcake Bakery by Fernanda Torres (Junior)
Author: Fernanda Torres Email: ftorres1@greeleyschools.org Submission: Please see “Add Media” for attached file.
A Fresh Start by Lauren Moltzan (Junior)
Author: Lauren Moltzan Email: lmoltzan@greeleyschools.org Submission: Please see “Add Media” for attached file.
Sacrifices for the Greater Good: Where do We Draw the Line?
Author: Fernanda Torres Email: ftorres7@aims.edu Submission: Fernanda Torres Prof Zeke ENG 122 16 Feb 2022 Sacrifices for the Greater Good: Where do We Draw the Line? In the movie trilogy of The Maze Runner, directed by Wes Ball, a question of individual good, the greater good, and morality is created when the government…
Archived: Oreo by Aakyriah Williams (Junior)
Author: Aakyriah Williams Email: awilliams3@greeleyschools.org Submission: Please see “Add Media” for attached file.
Archived: Cool Space Dude by Aakyriah Willaims (Junior)
Author: Aakyriah Willaims Email: awilliams3@greeleyschools.org Submission: Please see “Add Media” for attached file.
Archived: No title by Medy Reckling (Junior)
Author: Medy Reckling Email: dreckling@greeleyschools.org Submission: Please see “Add Media” for attached file.
Archived: Letter From An Ex-Gifted Kid by Elizabeth Richards (Junior)
Please stop calling me smart. I don’t like it, and it’s not a compliment. Every time those words leave your mouth, I want to peel my skin off, Open up my skull and show you what those words have done to me. The scars on my self-love, The minuscule paperweight I call my self-worth, (The…
Archived: Cry, O Young One by Elizabeth Dorst (Junior)
Sweet sap fills the air he sees, Through the thick mist and trees, He sees the bear-man, strong and tall, The little tenderfoot drools, He wants it all. But alas, his small feet are weak, He can’t express his love, His spirit is meek, He runs away when the bear-man is near, From shyness and…
Archived: To-Do List by Elizabeth Dorst (Junior)
It’s nice when I can count the worries on my hand I look at my list (my digits) and I know where I stand Then I can start to check them off one by one, Using a knife I cut my worries from my hand (very fun) I’m left with a beautiful perfect red stump,…
Archived: Little Red: Rider of the Hood by Zoe Coats (Junior)
They called her ‘Little Red: Rider of the Hood.’ She was the leader of the Riders, the most fearsome gang in Cantum City. No one really knew what she looked like, but everyone said she wore a red cloak to hide her badly scarred face. No one entered or left the Hood without Little Red…
Archived: Sopa Fria by Dana Ordonez Sanchez (Junior)
The days, as my dad would tell me, were spent longing for something. For my father, that was the homeland, for my mother, that was the house being clean, for my sister, that was the depths of her imagination, for my brother, that was his toys, and for me, I wasn’t sure. I do as…
Archived: Vylona by Elizabeth Richards (Junior)
She smelled like herbs and sunlight. Like failed attempts at gardening and healing salves. She sounded like lullabies and the forest. Like warnings and black bears. She looked like impulsive decisions and brash words. Like soft-spoken, begrudging apologies and life-risking loyalty. She felt like warm hugs and carefully bandaged wounds. Like anger veiled by intense…
Archived: The Tailor Patched by Zoe Coats (Junior)
A woman of rhyme without reason Was Miss Melanie Bleu She wore their scorn well— The woman who was taboo. He’d left her at the altar With naught but a festering feast; To another who stays gold His heart was only leased. To the tailor she went a-calling She’d dress fit for a queen Her…
Archived: Paint Me Back To Life by Eliza Bratt (Junior)
She’s different now. I used to see her in chaos The bustle of people on the street The laugh of a child in the theater The bark of a dog in a winter park The hum of a car outside my window. Now I find her in silence In every frostbitten morning In every sunrise…
Archived: Water Through The Reeds by Eliza Bratt (Junior)
Biography: I’ve always been inspired by the world around me: by the beauty in a simple sunset, the power in a rainstorm, the ethereal wonder in a perfect view. I aim to capture the beauty of the world in the few ways I know how. I’m inspired by the wonderful people around me and their…
Archived: Dewdrops on a Misty Morning by Eliza Bratt (Junior)
Biography: I’ve always been inspired by the world around me: by the beauty in a simple sunset, the power in a rainstorm, the ethereal wonder in a perfect view. I aim to capture the beauty of the world in the few ways I know how. I’m inspired by the wonderful people around me and their…
Archived: “Don’t Like Clickbait? Don’t Click” Analysis by Zoey Aldridge (Junior)
“Don’t Like Clickbait? Don’t Click” Analysis Zoey Aldridge (Junior) In the TED Talk “Don’t Like Clickbait? Don’t Click,” which was given in July 2014 by Sally Kohn, she argues that the public needs to change what they click and give their attention to because it feeds impulses and encourages more of those same injustices…
Archived: Anemic Justice by Zoe Coats (Junior)
Biography: Ever since I was little, I’ve been in love with stories. I spend most of my time either reading or creating, and my creations are often inspired by the stories I read. I don’t like to be tied to one medium in particular, but rather I engage in a variety of artistic expressions,…
Archived: In the Grey Area by Zoe Coats (Junior)
Biography: Ever since I was little, I’ve been in love with stories. I spend most of my time either reading or creating, and my creations are often inspired by the stories I read. I don’t like to be tied to one medium in particular, but rather I engage in a variety of artistic expressions, including…
Archived: Cloudy Reflections by Zoey Aldridge (Junior)
Biography: My name is Zoey Aldridge, and I’m a junior. I had previously been homeschooled, but I came to Early College Academy, a high school partnered with Aims because I was searching for something new. I was searching for new opportunities and new challenges. ECA and its Aims courses have done just that. I…
Archived: Rätsel by Landen Shuey (Junior)
I have an enigma, A problem if you will Thinkin’ about pieces, Using a writing quill Black splotched ink, Makes it seem so hard To put it together, The pieces of my heart Spring and storms, they come and they go Walking away, like when you walked out the door When I see this…
Archived: Nameless by Zoe Coats (Junior)
Her fingers were cold as frost-bitten glass. They twitched nervously in her lap, which was absurd because she had nothing to be nervous about. The doctor ushered her toward a chair, “Ms. Oswald, you might want to sit down for this.” She arched an eyebrow. “Just spit it out, young man. I don’t need to…