Fashion

I’ve worked with Je’nique for a few months now as we’re both on the executive board of a club at my school. One thing I’ve noticed, however, is her great fashion sense, and so this is what I asked her about when interviewing her.

“Fashion has been something that I’ve always had an interest in from a very young age. I would always wear my moms heels and her clothes around the house. With fashion, I love that it gives you the ability to express yourself through clothing, whether it’s a custom outfit or a personalized piece of jewelry. As far as my aspirations with it, I am an upcoming model. I hope to encourage others to start representing their self for who they are because at times I know we tend to want to live up to others expectations of us which may be for you to have a certain aesthetic. Most of the time that isn’t truly who you really are.”

-Je’Nique Hayden, sophomore, health/nursing assistant

Gratitude

January 27, 2021

I’m grateful for life.

Unfortunately, many aren’t alive to say this. The year of 2020 has been filled with a tremendous amount of chaos, violence, death, and with it, mourning. Even 2021 started with its fair share of chaos and turmoil. Every time I pass the t.v. that’s near the kitchen, all I hear are reports about the alarming amount COVID-19 cases and deaths. When I scroll through my Instagram feed and tap my screen to view Instagram stories, I often find myself viewing information and stories regarding crises in other countries and people who have died as a result of racism and hate crimes. It could have easily been me in the “wrong” place at the wrong time, or a family member of mine who had died from the coronavirus, or me taking my last breath because I didn’t have the resources to survive a natural disaster.

I thank God for life, and health, every single day.

I’m grateful for my loved ones.

My closest friends help keep me sane through their consistent love and support. They listen to me when I excitedly talk about an idea or project that I want to see through and they use much of their brain power to understand me when I’m basically speaking gibberish. They are genuine, loving people who bring me so much joy, which is why I can wholeheartedly say that I have so much love and appreciation for them.

I am also thankful for the challenges I have faced and for my faith.

Though periods of tribulation are trying, I’ve learned something about life and myself during them. They make me stronger. And through it all, God, and the people He has put in my life have been there for me, holding me up in my moments of weakness.

While life isn’t always easy, and some face significantly more difficulties than others, there is always something to be grateful for, whether it’s the fact that you are alive and breathing, have access to food, or are surrounded by love.

Find your reason to be grateful today.

Change-makers

The Racial Revolution – Young Activists Making A Difference

By Rhobie Toussaint

Originally Published on The Harbinger

Imagine seeing someone of your demographic being murdered by a police officer: one that should have been a civil servant of the people, and ultimately, the embodiment of law and order.

Political commentaries, memes across social media, class discussions, and even revolutionary black lives matter protests unleash in unison, taking the media by storm soon after. Coming across new stories and numerous posts on social media about their deaths, among them are comments calling him a thief – an irresponsible alcoholic who merited his downfall. 

Now, imagine seeing that content almost every day for months straight. This is exactly what kids, teens, and young adults in the Black community have been facing. 

Yet again, the urgent outcries of minorities – the advancing resistance that was always present between push and turns – goes ignored under a system of ingrained racism. It is no surprise that viewing these malicious acts, from time and again, has taken a toll on the minority youth.

“Seeing these things affect my mental health drastically. I don’t want to use the word “depressed,” but it did kind of make me feel depressed, and it enraged me simultaneously,” said David Way, an MLEC alumnus.

Among these “things” is the video of a police officer who subdued a Black man, George Floyd, with a knee on his neck for eight minutes. He was motionless, without a pulse, for the last three minutes of unwarranted restraint.  

 â€śWhen I looked at the video of George Floyd, I was so sad… sad alone isn’t even the right word. I was sad and mad. I felt helpless. I wanted to honestly scream,” said Gabrielle Forbes, a rising senior at Dr. Michael Krop Senior High School.

Like many of the videos of the killing of Black People on the internet, the video of George Floyd was also something that brought a feeling of fear within a lot of Black youth. Many ponder how that could have easily been them, their father, brother or another relative. 

“Seeing the George Floyd video, my immediate emotion was fear. I don’t live a fearful life but definitely felt it while seeing that transpire and seeing how the police have that much power,” said Akil Cole, recent graduate of Hialeah-Miami Lakes Senior High School. 

While the viewing of these kinds of contact did take a mental toll on the youth of the Black Community, these individuals used that fear, anger, and sadness to show initiative and take a stand – like many of their counterparts. 

“After seeing that video, I felt like not being explicit about where I stand on the issue of Black Lives Matter and on the issue of police brutality was me being complicit, especially because as a Black man my voice is being called for. So I felt a responsibility to at least voice my opinion and to be active in a way that’s like dispelling misconceptions,” said Akil. 

Along with using his platforms to voice his opinions and educate others, Akil has been volunteering for the When We All Vote, My School Votes program to build student-led teams within institutions and register eligible high school students and alumni.

Like Akil, David Way has been using his social media platform to raise awareness and educate his peers. 

“And then it’s sad how even some of our black youth may not understand what is going on, why we’re protesting, and how they’re treated differently. I feel like the big elephant in the room, that is racism, needs to be addressed rather than never talked about, and I try to address it through social media,” said David. 

Amid their hurt and outrage, rising senior Gabrielle Forbes and some of her close friends decided that they would found an organization, Letters to the System, to give young people in the Black community a means of expression. 

“Personally, I don’t know of a lot of organizations that would provide me with an outlet for this kind of thing. But that’s why I made my organization because I saw the lack of support for Black youth in the community. Letters to the System is an outlet for the youth to express how they feel to their local officials so that they can make change in any way that they can,” said Gabrielle. 

Akil, David, and Gabrielle are just three of many young people in the community who did not let the discrimination and acts of violence done to others in the community deter them. Instead, they are doing everything in their power to make a difference, ensuring that they are a part of the change. 

“I for one know that I am tired of being tired. Black people are tired of being suppressed, treated differently, and killed. It’s not fair,” echoed David. 

“We need a change and we need a change now.”


This one hit home.

Even after conducting the interviews, I worked on this article for weeks, wanting nothing more than to make sure that I did right by the cause and by the people I interviewed.

I couldn’t be happier with how it came out.

If there’s anything that I learned from these past few weeks, it’s that now is not the time to remain silent. The oppression that people in the Black community faced has never went away, but instead took place in different forms. I can’t go to protests and I don’t have much money to donate, but I can write, and I have the ability to spread awareness in any way that I can.

Like Akil, Gabrielle, and David, I want to help the cause. I want to make a difference. I want to be part of the change.

It doesn’t have to be like this, and I know that it can get better.

And so, I encourage you all to spread love, educate yourself on the matter if you haven’t, and to be an ally.

[New] Normal

My New Normal

By Rhobie Toussaint

On March 13, I woke up after snoozing my alarm numerous times. Little did I know, March 13 was also the last day I woke up at 5:30 AM, went to school, and saw my school friends. It was the last day I knew what “normal’ was.  

It is currently a little past Mid-April, over one month after my last day at school (though I didn’t know it was my last day at the time). [Mostly] Everything has changed. My mornings on weekdays begin with classes via Zoom that I dread to wake up for. Sometimes I wake up early enough to do my devotional before “class,” and other days I do them right before falling asleep again. 

Every day my mom calls my name over five times to help her with something. She, a teacher, also has to work from home now. I know this is all new to her too, but I can’t help rolling my eyes at least once every other day before reluctantly rolling out of bed, dragging my feet to the living room, and plastering a fake smile on my face right before  saying “yes, mom.”

There are times when I am so lucky that my mom remembers that she needs something else right before I open my bedroom door. I take a deep breath, turn around and walk right back to the living room. 

Whenever I exit my room it is always for a specific reason — to remind my dad to take his medicine, to eat, to go to the bathroom, to step outside for five minutes so I can remember what it feels like to be outside and then washing my hands again, things of that sort. 

And on the (very) few occasions when I get to step into the car and head to Publix for groceries, I see masks on everyone, everywhere. But it doesn’t seem like anyone’s afraid. It’s as if they are simply used to this, as if they have accepted that this is their new normal.

Then when I get back home, I bring the groceries inside, change my clothes, wash my hands, and then sanitize everything (safety precautions). By then, it is usually time for another nap, but sometimes I get a reminder that I have an assignment due in a few hours instead. On those days, I glare at my laptop before opening it. 

Some days I write, some days I ignore the news alerts of how many new cases of COVID-19 there are in Florida, but of course, I can’t forget the days when I lay in bed for hours with a million thoughts swirling around in my head.

Some of them are so convoluted that I can barely make any sense of them. 

If I want to talk to my friends, then I have to call them. And if we want to see each other, we FaceTime. We reminisce on the days where social distancing wasn’t in place, before realizing that just over a month ago, our lives were completely different. 

Just over a month ago I was planning a trip to the beach. Just over a month ago I was allowed to go to church services throughout the week and I was able to hug everyone after service was over. 

Just over a month ago, my “normal” was different. And now, it will never be the same.


 

In the words of an article I read, “It’s a slow life, this social distancing thing.” Even when I was writing this piece, it was still mind-blowing to think about the fact that EVERYTHING was different just over a month ago. And even after this passes, nothing will ever be the same. 

Every day can feel like a blur when you’re home all day, every day, but the extra time also leaves an opportunity to self-reflect, to make changes that you’ve been putting off. You can take up new hobbies and try out new things. 

Right now, all of us have a different ‘normal.’ In fact, the very picture of what normal looks like in our minds is probably all distorted. But we can make something of it. 

Make something of your new normal. 

Looking Back: Galentine’s Night

While many spend Valentine’s Day with their friends or their significant others, it was a little different for me. I spent Galentine’s Night, which was set the week after Valentine’s, with young women from my church and a few other local churches. Everything about this event was great, from the beautiful decorations, to the fun games. It gave us the opportunity to bond and connect with one another while taking the time to relax, not worrying about work or anything else that had to get done. For those three hours it was just girls spending quality time with one another and enjoying themselves. And if I could, I would do it all over again.

 

Before eating, there were people in different areas of the house taking pictures and sharing laughs. 

Not too long after, it was time to sit at the table. Introductions were made. 

There were different treats available to us to eat, from chicken tenders to cupcakes. 

The last part of the event was getting together to play a few games for different prizes. More laughs were shared among the people there.Â