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Remardo Wilson

Tracklete

By Remardo Wilson

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(*click this link to see Remardo run*)

 

Sprinting, hurdling, and jumping is all I know. When it comes down to it there’s no time to think just do it and believe. There is no room for doubt only room for winning. Don’t be too cocky there’s always someone better but that’s a good thing. Without competition there would be no way or reason to improve. So when you lose, improving is what you will do. When you’re on the line bow your head and breathe slowly, don’t be too anxious just relax and listen. When the gun goes off you drive out as hard as you can and slowly raise your body. You feed off the crowd’s energy. Based off their reaction you know when someone is gaining on you. So you reach deep down inside and find that last burst of energy. You speed up and not only extend your lead  you achieve your personal best. You can’t jump over hurdles you run over them. Always lean forward and bring your legs as close to your stomach as possible and whip your leg back down digging in to the ground. Don’t think or worry about falling but if you do get back up and finish the race. You walk away from the white line measuring your steps to prepare a close to perfect take off. You sprint towards the pit and leap off one leg swinging your arms forward pushing yourself further. You land in the sand with your legs in front of you. They measure your leap and it’s the furthest you’ve jumped yet. Winning is the best feeling but losing benefits you more. It’s all a part of being a tracklete.

 

 

Remardo E. Wilson Jr. is a young student-athlete from the far South Side of Chicago who graduated from Simeon Career Academy and participated in boys Track & Field. After graduating his senior year Remardo then participated in the 2015 USATF Junior Olympics, and has a goal to participate in the USA Olympics one day.

 

Lucid Dreamer

By Jacob Lindell

 

Spiral bound secrets,
words drenched in ink;
black and white mementos,
wash over me while I think.

Eyes moving rapidly,
on the hunt for inspiration;
painstakingly irritated,
overcome by exasperation.

A mosaic of memory,
eyes grow heavy, body unwinds;
as I dip into my dreamland,
you won’t believe the things I find.

Miles of imagination,
past memories left behind;
so I pick up my pen and paper,
and write whatever comes to mind.

 

 

Jacob Lindell is an eighteen-year-old aspiring artist, whose greatest creation is who he’s yet to become; still a work in progress.

 

 

 

 

 

Subway

By Natalia Ratner

Subway
Subway: Lily Ferudi

Sitting in a subway,
surrounded by many people: different colors, different clothes,
but never have I felt so alone,
I dare to look,
only to see the tops of heads,
everyone is hiding,
behind newspapers, behind books,
even sleeping to avoid looking or being seen,
I think to myself;
When did eyes become something to fear?

 

Natalia is an eighth grader from New Jersey. She enjoys fashion, Math, Science, and dancing.

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