234 15 4134 https://omeka.wilkes.edu/omeka/files/original/87fd96a361c311ad3f2e88876608227c.pdf d3156f2dc27ec2b7032b4dde658b2c82 PDF Text Text ����UB '98 Do you know what makes something grow? Once you find out let me know, because I would like to grow. Ken Stufflebeam Now it's almost over, almost in the past I wish there was some way I could make it all last All the laughter, all the tears; Three guys in drag, and all of the cheers But now there's just one last dance There's just one last chance To tell that person you admire or to fess up because you're a liar Oh it's alright, we understand. We just want to live in another land With no rules, no punishments, and a few less TC's or maybe some more freetime, we beg of you please!!! But this summer is gone We must face a new dawn And go to whole new places Most without such friendly faces But we can get through it all, just as long as we remember In the summer of *98 I was a UB contender. Chuck Herron ���The Sorroiu of an Eagle Rbout a mile or two down the road stands destiny. Road block in between causing friendship and no more. Longing for my chance to touch my bright ray of sun, I must wait decades in between for the chance to soar. Spreading my tilings to fly high in the sky, Plummet to the ground mith empty sorrows Thinking of what can come of mg drearg life, I want to act as if my life had no tomorroius. Questions of ioue and fate occurred in my head Neuer knowing LUhat is next to come. Sighs of joy in which proues my ability to struggle. Feeling all the hard Luork iuill haue an euen sum Yet still waiting with no rush, I ieaue my nest LDith a smile Pondering tuhat Luas around the corner, Then gluing up with a carefree style. Knoiuing, I'm not totally alone! ---J.A. IBilliams Love is a dream trapped inside of reality. ---Dametta Benham "Upcoming Love〃 J.A. Williams Never did I think, for a moment that I would meet A guy as great as the heaven and stars, and as kind as nature but twice as sweet. My past was filled with hate, lies pain, broken promises of a better tomorrow You came to my rescue then quickly removed all of my sorrow. I've had so many relationships in the past Oh how fast they would come and go running in and out of my life periodically so quick like a winter's snow! Twice as fast and three times as cold, there wasn't even enough faith to dream. My tears came out of my eyes so hard, almost as bad as one thousand streams. You came to my callings. You were able to hear. Now we're together and happy as ever, you're words spoken, so soft and dear. �*Ite facade I hold this facade Lp to m/- face Hcping ny true inage it will displace This life of mine, all of it I node lAhile ny true t±aights and feelings hide in the shade To start it all over and be vto I am To shew rryself, I think I can Td Icok in this mirror one last time To let the last flicker of this little light shine Perils I will sane time far s^iay And on that day, I will scy This is vto I am. and this is vto IQI be I donzt care vtet you think, you^s better like vtet you see. —Charles Herron — The Crowd I remember that night long, long ago Oh how I do miss them so They were young, they were fools, they never cared Little did they know they shouldn't of dared So dark, so cold, it was that night Oh how I wish I could see the light Of why it had to happen and why it had to be And why there5 s no one left, except for 】me Their lives were terrible things to waste even though they had no face They herded like sheep to their death And now it seems there's nothing left You see they all jumped off the bridge that night Perhaps it was their parents they were trying to spite Charles Herron �rrWhat I Seen Chuck Herron The gargantuan red hobgoblin who lives in the bell tower The sacred poles of King Tut The ancient tree of days with scars from generations past The inspiring light glistening on the pool of thought The red asphalt of tragedies never known The dangers of man's waste The gentle breeze caressing the feathers of a baby dove The decaying court where fun was once had Man's hold on material possessions The all-knowing look of true love The surpassed ingenuity of man People trying to be different not realizing they1 re all becoming the same The lonely butt of a smoker's dream The doorway to heaven so far but so close A wasted life thrown into the sands of time The Smoker By John Folmar As I watch you smoking from afar, I think of how close we are. And realize how great our love could be. If only you could feel for me They way I feel for you. My love for you Is like your cigarette, The more you enjoy 计 The less there is left. But my liking of you is true. And I know I'll be true, In my heart to you all the day through. Through thick and thin Youve helped me, fit in. And I most graciously thank you. Brushed In the Middle By JM. E. Keinpa Sun-up i s getting ready ■For the day. Brushing teeth & putting our hai r in good array. PuttingI a ni ce ou+-Fi + today. on for . Hoping that thi s day goes my uay. Sun-down i s playing some basketbalI. Hanging out, leaning near the wall. Dane i ng i n the pi + wi th Chuck and John. Runni ng up to the greenui ng? slopping untiI a new dawn. �Life is like the 4 seasons by Leanne Long Our childhood is like spring, every part of our body is growing. Our teenage years is like summer. Full of life, and it seems like it would never end. Our middle age years are like the fall when everything starts to die. Our golden years are like the winter, with death close toyou. By: Sylvia Todd Today I was sitting watching my nephew fish excitedly. I heard the splash of the bobber hitting the water. I heard the excited giggles as my nephew caught a fish. I heard splashing as some people rowed their boat out into the lake. I can also hear the sounds of devastation. I can hear chain saws buzzing in the distance. The crunching of houses as they are being demolished. The roar of monster bulldozers as they flatten and tare at the earth. It is so amazing how so many happy things can be going on while so many devastating things can also be happening. Are You? By Zelda Saturn Are you a dreamer? Cause I am. I dream about the stars in the sky, and about the heavens above. Are you a thinker? Cause I am. I think about my life, and **- how I should 云J prepare for my future. Are you a wonderer ? Cause I am. I wonder where my life will take me, and what I will become. Are you a gazer? Cause I am. I gaze into the eyes of the one I love, and into the clouds above. �Quik Fix (confessions of a poetry pusher who got out of the business) A. Need poetry? I got poems. B. yeah. Gimme one. The 11th Entry A. Just breathe deeply. In through the nose— B. yeah, I know. Outta the mouth. A. Now. do you smell the stuff? B. What stuff am I supposed to smell? A. Near empty subway cars, flickering, at 4 am Himalayan snowmelt Fists of crooked fingers curved about bedrails Violets Sunpowder, on feardamp skin Sunwarm tomatoes, eaten at the vine Sand, wet then dry, under shells Ink Wounds that do not heal, but stain, dark deep red Smoke, in early evening, rising up from burning leaves Eyelids, closed with thumb and finger, kissed Sheets Uncut stone; cold, left by builders in rotting straw Mud, in March, before Ides A lost child's neck, when found Bread Here we are thrown together at a place that will not be here next year, but the memories of 32 years live in it with Upward Bound. It might be your first year, it might be your second, and if you're really lucky it might be your third. You might have no friends, you might have one friends, or everyone might be your friend; But just think about it- you all started at the same place...alone. You might have built your way up to where you are. You might have tried really hard but no one wants to be your friend. Well I do. It does not matter who you are or where you,re from. I want to be your friend because I was once there; Alone. My first time here and no one liked me so I hope your first year is better than mine so you can come next year to make someone's first year better than it might be if you were not here. Killer Ken Dented tin lunchboxes; forty years of coffee Ccr.dlewax, waxed wood, incensed gold Fields of snow, uncrossed, seen by sparrows Rain Great halls, vast armories, big tents; darkened, still Rootcellar bushel baskets; half used, half waiting New clothes, new books, new leather shoes： school Fire- B. I still don,t get it. A. Inhale, deeply. Breathe in till you feel the stars. Now： exhale the words into a poem. B. Something like-roses or onions, frying in an iron skillet. or toes. A. Yep. Something like that. B. Wow. This is great stuff. A. You betcha. Ann Thomas �Mr. Right I found this match that I just had to catch I chase and chase but found out he was already on base. I was so down that nothing could bring me back up. Until I found this new mate that I needed to bate. I knew he was the one for me when he sang me a great love song. After the song I knew nothing would go wrong because I just had this feeling that he was the last reeling. He was Mr. Right because I didn't have to put up a fight. His name who was left unsaid will stay a mystery until departing day has gone to bed. Ophelia Nicholas �“June 24, 1998” By Jerry Hromisin Confession We know were perfect for each other why can't you see that. When we walk together, I just want to hold your hand. XSTienever Ix see you. xPm happy all over u axa aa —ef<7 **** • — —again^ ©---------. , Tm in a bad mood, I can' can't：『 possibly be ？ mad Even if I'm 二二匕二匕二 一 with …“you uiere Whenever I talk on the phone with you, you brighten up my day. ** the ' " ' .you say, make nxc All little things me piay pray olid and pr«y« pray. That you'll be mine one day. I love you can't you see? Without you, I'll be in misery. Eri Carter Here I sit with the key to success in my hand The problem I find is what door does it open Tony Milan Happiness Happiness is when I can be with you. Whenever we meet we hug. I . mnot know what each____________ … I,m We may other is thinking,,but thinking Hove you. Happiness is when lean be heid by'you. v -------------------------------* ------------------: ' Your soft body against mine, makes me feel all warm inside. My i me rfeel1 secure. arms around you i and yours arounda me, makes Happiness is when you say I love you. Eri Carter A dog died today Rather, she was put to sleep. Really, there was no choice. No she wasn5t my dogA neighbor's. But she was part of my daily lifeSummer, winter, freezing cold, snow. She'd be at the fence, Barking her head off fbr a silly doggy treat And some petting. She KNEW the sound of my car as I Returned from workAnd she'd be at the fence. She KNEW which of my kids wouldn't Remember if she'd HAD her daily treatSo she'd get another! She KNEW who wasn't supposed to be in my yard And she'd go bonkers in alarm. Fittingly, she "died" from a human afflictionFittingly because she was human in so many waysSpoiled, determined, stubborn, funny, cut. A dog died today. No, she wasn't MY dog, But still... �Ode to Pickering Hall That Sunday was very hot The day we moved in It was so exhausting. The weather was such a sin. Nightfall came and I laid down on the broken bed. In the morning, when I awoke, There were cockroaches around my head. In room 238 They said he heard a noise. It always happens to the girls Why can't it be the boys? Our 5 Fu撤乙' X5 皿E The frightened girls reported, **The lamp began to shake!" “The globe began to spin!" "We knew it wasn't a quake.” —A Matt and Beeb said, uGo to sleep That day will soon arrive,,^ But we could not believe them The stories seem to come alive. We heard tales of room 223 Where an innocent girl had been shot. The blood was all around her It happened on the spot. We think she wants our help, Wc heard her scream loud and shrill. She does not care what happens to us, As long as she gets a thrill. The next morning The girls met in the pit To discuss what had happened. They cried, “We're so afraid of it!" The day of the fire drill The girls on the second floor Scrambled down the marble steps Finding a locked door. h What will happen to them When they see Pickering fall, Will they choose to follow Upward Bound Or bring terror to the new hall. As time lingers on We say our final farewell. As we leave behind Pickering Hall, The dorm from Hell! Deja vu Choric Theatre ��Jennifer Urganus A time forme to definitely remember is the death of my father, back in jhe spring of 1997. The emotional impact that does indeed take a toll on you is indescribable.点u. I can say that, if you don't handle it right when it's fresh and in the open, tlicn, long-term suffering will come harder to grieve. Grieving is a long process. It takes time to about. And that makes it so much r ~ deal and fully accept tlie situation before you, and overcome it. I can remember that night when my mom and grandmother walked in the door with my father's dufiel bag. My heart melted as I looked into the heart-wrenched, shattered eyes of my mother. That look said it all. LEventually shock set in and all I could do is wonder where my dad cc Ii 〜 ：1. ；— so cc much, but this r»vnpripnrp is now. and if he's happy in heaven. miss him experience tmiCTht taught mr me tn to live life, cause life is too short. So if you still have a dad, please, tell him that you love him; because tomorrow never comes, and by then it may be too late. Sarah Gardinor There once was a TC named Paul Who walked in his robe down the hall. Matt called him a wuss, But he got a nice tush So when we're lonely it is Paul we will call. L5Amour The mere mention of her name or a gaze Upon her lovely form incites desire. Encompasses my heart, shines on my soul. He beauty is everything in my world My eyes are drawn to hers: bright blue, fiery: To those sensual pools of twilight gleaming. I scorn myself for being caught staring, At her porcelain skin, her flowing hair. And I longed to hold her, for all time. Alas her infinite beauty tempts me. For she is beyond my reach, and will be. Emptiness tears at my soul, at my heart. Forever, an unending hunger looms. I have so much love to give her, but it, It is in vain. Time spites me, mocks me, laughs, Torments me, draws me closer, pulls me away. She is his; he is hers. I am alone. And I longed to hold her, for all time. It fills me with pain to see her with him. She is far, far too good for anyone. Love and passion, Hell and agony, fire, My love, and my pain, and intertwined. Without her light my, my darkness shan't exist. My heartache keeps my fire burning, alive. The unrequited challenge of her presence, It spurs me on, scoffing, at my weakness. And I longed to hold her, fbr all time. With love, there is an endless chance fbr pain. With pain, there is always a chance for love. Moi, he suis amoureuse de la douleur. One day, she will see that my heart is true. It beats fbr no one but her, forever. Until that fated day, I must stay strong. I will be focused on her beauty, my love. Soon her warmth will brighten my heart's shadow. And I longed to hold her, for all time... Bob King ����Nature's Greatest Mistake by Ankit Tejani umir lift 】 Slct ^jxoi m "The river goes on and on," a wise man once said. I bet he never thought about how true that is when he said it. Sure, it may rise and it may fall, but 计 will always be here. The clucks will have a home, the plants v/ill drown and emerge again, and the little circles will ripple from one shore to the next. Until, of course, man comes along and destroys the river. He fills it with toxins and chemicals from the bridge above. And the rocks become murky, the animals wash up on shore, and the ducks are replaced by floating chairs and tires. The river has no choice in its fate, for it has been taken over and destroyed by man. Rain starts to fall, the revenge of the clouds for all that has been done to them. The fumes, the CFCs, the liters of exhaled nicotine. They have had enough, and shall do the Same to men, expelling their own torture devices upon them. And the shall rise, and so shall the eternal river. All of the imperfections created by man that meant so much shall be reduced to ashes and rust, v/hich will decay and rejoin the very ground from which they arose. The river shall have its vengeance, and the clouds shall have theirs, and they shall prevail victorious in this greatest of wars. And all returns to utopia, free of man. 她 is vAat w'W 眼。 vvilkb uNiVERSITY 3 r；i ke3u vmi 92. nMKfto ——> —atsar so u>~.. - p ~ r ��Tte Rain F^lls The sky turns to grey, the leaves shake in the trees Tte rain falls. I speak to you You horely acknoz/ledge iry presence Ihe rain falls I v^tch you as you slesp Time slo/zly ticks awey The rain falls I envision m/self being held b/ you Able to tell you to// I feel You, able to listen Ihe rain falls. But that is just vain fantasy You never cared. You probably never vail Bat still, the rain falls. As the rain falls to the earth, it feels no pain. As you slowly slide out of ny reach, I feel just the opposite. Yet stillz the rain falls. I wish I had the courage that the rain does The courage to collect and give it all 性 Rain drops collect in clouds, and plunrret to earth. I wish I could summon iry courage and just tell you to?/ I feel Tears fall to the earth Fran iry eyes, heart, and soul, Ite Rain Falls. Susan Gilroy ��For a Person I Know a man who has nothing he wishes to articulate is considered mute," the old man said bitterly. -Charles de Lint "Paperjack" [f I am too afraid; too intimidated by what you know and what you have secnI think to myself; what do you think of me those rare occasions when I speak to you? Twenty-six years or so you've been a gentle nymph on this earth. I have never heard you complain. You are unfailingly kind and unwaveringly patient I admire you for this and the most insane of things- H like your deaf and blind cat and your wreck of a car and how you told me you sleep with Winnie-the-Pooh. You arc so human. So imperfectly human and yet you were gifted with so many beautiful things. And so I do fear to speak to you and hope you do not think that I am unfriendly- or isolatedbecause if a woman has no strong enough desire to overcome her devastating fear of speaking v/ith you then maybe I will merely sit here and write poems to you to express my simple gratitude to you for being you. Miranda Chase �Frustration Frustration hits a lonely boy He sits unaccompanied on a solitary blue couch Waiting in anticipation for his salvation —Ankit Tejani Perfect Everything The perfect looks The perfect face The perfect mind The perfect grace It's what we want to change our ways From endless wrongs To perfect days. —Nikki Bowman Another Ode Staring from a distance Not knowing how to say I Love You My feelings are all I can find I hope one day you could be so kind To say the words that would make me shine Your voice saying "I Love You” is along the lines. —Marie Katherine Gallager ��You and I tried lo tell you So many times The way I feel about you But I felt like a fool Whai if you feel different than I do :Th at is why I'm writing it down Ito let you know jlfs you I love, and care for too I only want to be with you .You make me feel wanted, needed and loved You've been there for me When I needed a hug 'But so many times you asked .What I was thinking of il told you it was nothing You knew it was a lie :Though I locked up my secret iDeep inside my mind It was really you I thought of All that time Wondering if there'd ever be A you and I Asking if so would it work If we really tried Maybe someday soon Or in the near future My dream might come true And there5 d be a you and I —Marcia Kohut ����My love ◎ @ i ， . . 1 ・ ・ n : ， 'f V . 1 » » 1 • ( . ► • 2 J o O s p / M t T T 6 U 1 6 ~ f! ,0 3 ® 洒二钩 s e x . When will I know 八 I > 0 6 o f ® 趣 < r ! 5 Z v \ > 交 f f 1/ 1 I My love, you are the blood that rushes through my heart. To keep me alive and breathing. And if one day , you should walk out of my life , you*d take my away my blood and leave me gasping for air. You would be just like the smoke that suffocates my lungs. You would be just like the poison that captures my voice box. Leaving me without words You would be just like the alcohol fumes that brings tears to my eyes. So, my love, if you can't love me, don't bring me to life. By Eri Carter g I try to show my feelings, but I never succeed Wondering about how you might feel about me why don't you just tell me, so we can get this over with. Instead of wishing, hoping, and expecting something that isn't true Why is life so cruel? All I want are answers I want to know if you love me, the way I love you But, when people say "I don't know" , how am I supposed to react ? I try to talk to you, but my words just don't sink in All you want to know about is how I've been. Fm sorry, bull can't go on crying so much. Please decide, before my whole life corrupts Pretty so ril be gone, and you'll be wishing you have chosen. The right path that would have made me your one and only. I know you care, but can't you tell me? _____________ l-p-ii inside, and hoping ，〜 Instead of keeping I'llIsee, The real love that you have, especially for me EricU ◎ w ��m S 3 卜 U. X : : . S< H A HO K . The Ultimate Biological Weapons: Cosmic Kniqhts. Chapters 9-12. "One Last Ray of Hope." By: Jeremiyah M. Jones 登毒 w . 。 X H S M 3 3 J 卜H m 六 0 ! : : i < N A o% HA- 。、 含 。 、 Z A u. _ _ . 8％ ¥ 五 『 3 U Z I 苦乙 苦 E • W O o aln h 2 x N o H h 3 07 f . m , ftrO I ?1 § 0 N s 差 ,<■ '^ 3 W1 k r • 〜 Q K R 板 AOMJ-S*邕 1号 昭 y ^! Ifr 一 A o 3 H I H wwzdAOEJdwBV 2 七 至 1 E e H N X b H A H 7 s 4 ◎ § Sceno 1: (Outside of a aysterious castlo; sky is dark and gray) Previously the Cosmic Knights had defeated Ultima, the Black Knight, and saved Demon, the Red Knight, from the powers of his tainted Armor of Valor. Upon these occurrences. Warp, the new Knight Supreme, attempted to teleport his weary comrades back home to Cosmic Knight Castle in Transylvannia, Romania. His attempt brought them to an unknown world were they have lost the use of their Cosmic Powers. Mow our Cosmic Knights all stand close together as they are awestruck by a huge mysterious castle. The knights would all like to leave this place of evil but Warp is unable to teleport them out. The dark, almost storm like atmosphere thunders back at the knights as if challenging the knights to some unknown fate. ("What am I supposed to do?"} thinks Warf irp, ("I'm 'leader of- the .team and my powers won1 even work to get us out of here! I feel powerlt :lesj;s... In fact I almost feel powerless and helpless like when the Mafia killed Laura, ' love, in front of'my very eyes. There was nothing I could do.[issue #1.] must _____ be strong .. this . Blizzard taps Warp on the shoulder, interrupting him in deep thought. "Uh, Warp, I think we have company and ±t doesn't look too good..." Waiirp whisks i around to see the Knights _ surrounded by nine Death Machines. "Oh ■**»•!” says Demon, "I thought we seen the last a dis "Guess not Demon." says Warp asthe Knights ' rush into the fray with the Death Machines. "Chill the hearts of evil, ice blast!" says Blizzard as she tries to fire an ice blast at the Death Machines. Nothing is generated from her armor. Blizzard is shocked about her powers as she is plowed . over by a Death Machine. "My powers!?" exclaims Blizzard in doubt and wonder, "What is happening to me and my powers?!" The Death Machines continue to trounce the powerless Cosmic Knights. Deepend says, "What do we do without our powers. Warp!!?" Warp summons the Sword of Elements and says, "Just vanquish them with you Knight Weapons!" Upon hearing this, the rest of the Cosmic Knights summon their weapons to aid them. The knight wipe out the Death Machines in a very barbaric manner. This kind of makes zi person wonder if they ley are truly - in control of their biological armor. After all the fighting . - had stopped and the Cosmic Knights are the only ones left standing it itlooks like a pack of” wild animals had slaughtered the Death Machines m a battle of survival of the fittest. Blood and guts everywhere. On their armor and on the ground. Just the sight of it makes a person's stomach turn. The Cosmic Knights regroup after the melee. Rocket and the orher Knights are filled with many < questions about the current situation. "Warp, what could have happened to our powers' asks Rocket, "nothing like this has never happened to us before. It's just too strange for me." ' running tt This question and others are obviously through all of the Knights minds at this moment, but now Warp, … as leader, must assess the .predicament with a logical answer or at least to backtrack words of comfort. He attempts .一 ― ' '' for an answer. we teleported out of Apollo, [issue #8. ] When "Let me think... After defeating Ultima, . we teleported, I had hoped to get us to the castle, but instead'our course was directed to here. This strange unknown world that seems to be an evil mirror of Earth." says Warp as he becomes frustrated, "I'm sorry, but I really don't know why we' re here or how come our powers don't work in this place." "Yo Deepend, you're a pretty smart guy." chimes in Buzzsaw， "Maybe you could give .…』our powers = don't answer to_ why ' ' work , here." Deepend sits down on a rock and begins to formulate an answer. For those who don't know it, * ， of the smartest men on the planet Earth. Several minutes pass. Deepend is quixe possibly travel “ ‘Ljj jjumps —■ up. y. "Ah ha! .一 got it. My hypothesis that all. You know when .people . Deepend to otherJplanets the gravity and elements are all varied? Well, this-■ place may look 'like '■- our Our armor is made of 'a different structure Earth, but it is quite different indeed. Cur ---- :---- " ------ - atomic - - -----so are our powers . . The magnetic force of this than this place. Right?" says Deepend, "And '' as it does on Earth or even Mars. The 13.3 3. j not .333 planet does react with our upowers or armor as well forces of this planet is forcing our powers to become trapped and dormant inside the our fvs armored bodies, making it difficult for us to release them from their encasement. For us to will have to retrain our bodies to counter the magnetic forces of this access our powers we planet! Quite simple you see..." With that question kind of answered the Knights still have other questions that need to be answered. "OK... What about those Death Machines that we just fought?" '' How could they be here unless Ultima is here says IRocket, "I thought we destroyed them all. too?" ���I Know (I've Been There Before) Lyrics by Jeremiyah M. Jones Why have you not loved me Why cannot you care I try to persuade you Your heart wasn't 1 ULU 11VO1L »»uoit V there. I never expected a smile on your face jw and think what a disgrace I look at you now disgrac love , To be near you without the power of Jove Why can't you be near me you're all 1 tninK oi My days are like nothing, I know that you re gone. .j ime I know 1*11 go on When you're not around in your face Just look at me now as II stare ' a disgrace J I never did love you, you were ssuch -Nikki Bowman When I looked into the sky There, I saw were her eyes What a dream for me to behold Her eyes, yes, blue as can be Can you ' ' that sight of a beautiful girl /ou imagine Her life uw filled with a heartbreak I held her close and said [chorus] I know I know what you，rc going through right inow I*ve been there once before. It's true It was not that long ago, I know I know you're afraid of being hun again I felt that way too If there is one thing that I can say To ease the pain It is that I am tme Yes I am true... There are times that you•i feel so alone Then in time you will kn mow If you let me I will be right by your side To hold you and' protect you From the hurt Because... [chorus] If you're out there listening And you fee! alone I want you to pick up that phone And give me a call Cuz I want you to know girl I'm not gonna leave your side As long as I continue to breath Believe me When I tell you good night You won't be hurt again I promise you that' You know it*s true... 1 . Yes I know (ICs time) I know what you're going through right now (Take a stand) I've been there once before, it's true (Don't live in fear) It was not that long ago, I know (End the pain) I know you're afraid of being hurt again (Trust your heart) I felt that way too (Take a leap of faith) If there is one thing that I can say (Nothing to lose To ease the pain (Happiness to gain) It is that I am true (I promise) Yes I am true (Here to stay) Though times can be tough Together we will triumph know, ， I ，have ，been there before. I kno' �"Heart" Samantha Harry As I walked through the hot, steamy desert Ifejtmy day，广gets hotter andhhotter. knees about to collapse as the L.： I get thirstier and thirstier, lam so tired and hot. begin - ■fly 二over -------•/ head around and around me. I to see •birds my see desert animals drinking water from a puddle nearby as I drop to my knees. I discover it is just the shadow of ,2 reflecting off _....._ 一… rocks the dusty ground. I begin to)see cactus moving there arms around some picking up and leaving the ground. As I go to touch one of the cactus s I awaken to a pool full of sweat on my face as I open my eyes to the bearing sun. I begin to look around wondering were 1 am. I brushed the sand off my legs and arms and tell my mom tiredly that it is time for me to get off the beach and out of the sun back to the hotel room. Chuck Herron I know my true hearfs desire But it's easier to live my life as a liar Everyone can look and see But they* ll never know what I want to be Why can't I listen to my heart And tell you, you are a piece of art So truly beautiful to my eyes Why must I live this life of lies Oh, how I wish I could fly like a dove And wrap myself in this true love But I'm not, and I can't And tell you, I sha'nt Just once l*d like to feel your kiss But you'll be the one I'll forever miss Your Loss by: Nikki Bowman I saw it come two days before I knew I'd kick you out the door The women told me days ago I'd have to leave and let you go Off to the street on to the curb I never had my heart so hurt I didn't take my love away I saved it forai ，" day . rainy Please let me be I love you so — It's hard to let y* you go I know it's hard to canyon Two days ago you were my own | EMil ��your giant pants and Vans. Do you remember that day— I remember it like John Hancock must have remembered that day when his unfaltering hand put his name on that Declaration—I know that Fat George read it clear as water, without his eyeglasses sort of like the eyeglasses I push up on my nose as I nervously smooth a strand of hair behind my ear, trying to catch my breath. You are so beautiful, even today, even as some girl dressed 100% impeccably hangs on every word. So beautiful by the waning of daylight, by the loud blinking neon of the concession stands all around us. I look away, some seconds or hours later; you are celebrating your independence from me. From my seriousness, from my "thoughts" and "emotions" that I was forever talking about From my flawed figure, from my crooked teeth, from my hippie hair that I still haven't cutAnd from my love, my attention, my loyalty, my honest empathy, from my concern— You are free from those things too. And you are so beautiful. So beautiful as you flirt with that skinny brunette. So beautiful from the top of your foolish egotistical head to your unwise aching feet. I am told this is a free f country. Flags fly and kids walk m ii Rage against the Machine T-shirts. And I want to be free as I talk to my school friends and hand the little girl I know som( games. a dollar tto。play some "A Guy At the Book Sale: July 11,1998" Abigail Myers I woke up at ten-thirty this morning. As is my Saturady morning ritual, I cocooned myselfin blankets and pillows in an attempt to drown out the sound of my sisters7 fighting and my brother playing video games. As usual, my efforts were futile. So, my Pooh sweatpants and my T-shirt from a leadership conference three years past feeling wrinkled and roomy, I rolled out of bed. My stepmother was watching the end of As Good As It Gets when I got downstairs. I said my bleary "good momings// and settled down in the dining room with a bowl of Frosted Flakes, a rare deviation from my highly healthful breakfast tendencies. Itzs Saturday morning. When I finished my cereal, my stepmother briefed me on what would be happening today: we were going to Ricketfs Glen State Parkz followed by an evening at the Back Mountain Library Auction. Even though I was only semi-awake, I was pleased. I had been hanging on to the lion's share of my allownace in anticipation of the book sale. I was showered, dressed, and packed to go by noon. I had a backpack full of the day's necessities: cash, notebooks, Discman with Cds, pens, Backlash by Susan Faludi, and a few personal items since I didn't feel like carrying a purse. We hiked five miles at Ricketfs Glen; I think we saw four or five huge waterfalls. I felt very proud that I hiked, unaided, up the steepest parts of the trail without getting winded or falling. I was also happy that I'd spent a grand total of ten seconds in front of the mirror in my room, and that I'd managed to conserve so much of my money for the book sale tonight. We got to the auction and I went crazy. I found "bargain books" at a craft stand and the flea market; ten of those books went home with me. The actual book sale, in the basement of the library, was much bigger, but I bought only four books there. So now I'm sitting on one of my dad's old lawn chairs as a woman on _______ _ ___ ' I won a bid earlier for a vintage the block is trying to sell an antique 'bench. cloche hat (two dollars-I couldn't pass it up). I ako found two purses at the flea market. The sun is finally starting to get out of my eyes, but in exchange I now have to tug on my sweater. For the most part Tve had a great day. But one cloud is hanging over me. I was perusing the stacks of books at the craft stand when I noticed a boy my^ age straightening up the piles. .二二at -*■ me and he thought I was Periodically he would look over «- smile. Maybe merely merely wandering wandering around, around, or that I was actually looking at the crafts. ��“Rainbow" Amy Longfoot Dreaming by: Monica Wemmer Maybe, someday my dream will come true The dream of when I can be with you I know our lives are different That were driven apart, But you'll always be real special There's a place for you in my heart I know someday, I'll hold you again, But for now my dreams will have to do. Until we can be together again I want you to know that I will always and forever Love You! Dreamer by: Susan Gilroy You're asleep. Lying there with your head against your arms, I wonder what your dreaming. Is it about me? I doubt it. Barely moving. 芝凛H ^/ovement of your chest as you inhale and exhale. Catching a catnap. Taking a rest Books piled everywhere. When will you ever get it done? I'll bet you don't even care. Time's almost up dreamer; Better make the last 10 minutes worth it. I know I am. Gazing at you without you knowing is the best part of my day. He stirs, awoken by the^slamming of a book Looks like ifs over, dreamer. But who is the dreamer; You or me? I wish upon a rainbow upon its every hue Bright, beautiful colors true. Why can't people be more like you. Black, Yellow, Red or white we are all colors too. But people are selfish prejudiced too, why can't we be like you. You shine upon everyone no matter age or race This is why I state my case. God is our judge not me or you why can't we be more like you ''Something In the Air" Abigail Myers on ode to the joys of excessive air conditioning, particularly in Sturdevant 311 air conditioning like boiling water turning it into steam and then developing a way to freeze water vapor and diffusing it through the device known as the air conditioner which is just way too enthusiastic even for late June busk falls upon the heads of carefree dancers, but they fail to notice. They have forgotten the coldness of the mud beneath their bare feet, and the weariness of their arms, which flail about as they move to the music that comes more from inside each of them than it does from the band which seems far away from the cheap seats of the Montage Mountain lawn. —Anna Golod �Peaceful Solitude Ut A man sits on a deserted dike, his legs dangling over the rocks covered with bugs and moss. Looking back, he sees the old street, the grassy knoll that led him there, and the hill where he almost fell. Slowly twisting his neck, he looks down one side of the dirty pathway. Nothing. Not even a dog with his owner, or a jogger with shorts too tight and too small. Now he stares straight ahead, his peripheral vision catching a glimpse of the bridge where busy workers drive their automobiles back from their lunch breaks. His eyes zone in on a yellowish rock amongst its neighbors on the opposite side of the river. The flowing river which brings a cool breeze to him, making the hairs on his naked calves rise. He combs his fingers through his hair as the welcomed wind breaks the humid summer day. Walking farther down, he sits on a rock, unable to be seen from the street. He pulls a cigarette out of his pocket and places the dry stick in his mouth. Four flat matches are wasted before he is finally able to light his only salvation. Ankit Tejani ——— j Qlkjecer Es Pode「\ &here 崎e、a therc'j away。 ��---------------------------------------- uds When a stonn steals a perfect summer.day -three distinct stages chum with the rousing wind. Second the ", me whole. voluminous munaer ciuuu^ y w …一， …皿 tn him Finally the the massive massive ------------inferno in the，sky slowly- ceases to *吁 Finally, : AUlJ in the prickly but oddly soothing grass, I find lost. As I lay in the prickly but oddly soothing &* --•is a physical • 一 sense,but My body， dnfts into the clouds, Not 危 mental. ------- ---suddenly I'm in another world. SUdde?K cold, yet its wann. I feel confuzzled. I wave to a passing car, but sadly no one returns the gesture. I imagine how the clouds would feel cottony on my skin, soft and silky. 1 sink i fall into oblivion. As I fall back to earth, I realize the colors, soft pmk and baby blue. As I return to my body I wonder what their destination will be. One minute the clouds are content in your view, the next they are prancing to another city. The shapes shift. Cats get chased by dogs. Mice by cats, they are ever changing. Soon the wind picks up, and the clouds move. The wind sweeps them across the sky. Gray, ugly and putrid clouds take their place, One second you are looking at soft, marshmallowy masses, the next it's a lump of burnt and caramelized sugar. Rain pours from their insides. It soothes my feverishly hot skin. I wait a few seconds then run indoors. My day of utter relaxation is over but my memories will always live on. ,3 1 d. JI I•,空 爪 u$e df 4以""sd ，一 [(ARNR of ••A FM Jusj-.,. /y Amy Longfoot All last week people's friends were dying, Three people in the programjost a close friend. I felt bad for all of them, but I never thought I would loose my friend or beclose to it. This weekend my best friend was admitted to the- hospital. . --------------- - I was frightened when I was told because I thought I would be the next to loose somebody. 1 went and visited her and she seemed OK. It turns out she was diagnosed with scolosis in her back and she had something wrong with her heart. It was causing her heart to beat very rapidly. rapidly- She is going to be let out today and she is qoina to visit me tomorrow so Izm happy she's OK. going to visit Brandis Mooney llL-illrr-i 毕t af ； ，llje&S Re备机或 * Ccsfnic VI ] ��� Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Upward Bound Lit Journals, 1981-2016 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Provost's Office Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1981-2016 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource PDF Type The nature or genre of the resource Journal Text A resource consisting primarily of words for reading. Examples include books, letters, dissertations, poems, newspapers, articles, archives of mailing lists. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre Text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Upward Bound Lit Journals 1998 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Provost's Office Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1998 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource PDF Type The nature or genre of the resource Journal https://omeka.wilkes.edu/omeka/files/original/18ae477f4377322d9b37dfc45641fc7f.pdf 6214e26d33cd6a75b9b69a932cf7c4db PDF Text Text M �������I "TODAY g TOMORROW" CoMrAge,正Aith, Horior, Love, "ib ] Can't understand the problems of this world Oblivious to most of the evils outside your door Unfaithfulness to yourself or GOD Resolution far from being found Another time is now here Geniuses have their great intellectual powers and yet fear Euthanasia has taken over and filled eyes with tears False prophets and gods are praised Another person this day has been hazed Intoxicated teens party to death Tremendous hatred is taken out to get revenge Hell is now visual to the minds of all Hopelessness has made this day Outlying are our hopes Never is forever for all us poor dopes Onslaughts have killed the world Rage grows in the heart of every man and girl Losing your life has now become the latest fad Odd people are difficult to understand Vanity is now a girl's best friend Every good thing seems to onset one bad Life is filled with death and pain On the mind of everyone is the question, uWill I live to see tomorrow sane?" Young children will see more in their lives than their parents ever had Alone and restless, for comfort is now a thing of the past Love is lost and may never be found True love waits as long as you stand your ground You are the chosen, but are you found? ] ] ] rr ] .< 1 二］ ■-1 Pomt of No Kctwrr» If beauty is in the eye of the beholder; why can I not behold it? No matter how hard I try, I do not win. I can try my hardest; I can try my best; Yet I am still considered at my worst. Now I am at my point of no return. Good-Bye. :I 1 二」 Today is a day for you to change Obey goodness and give up darkness Do not ignore your friends or even yourself Another chance is here for you Yesterday is gone, and tomorrow has yet to come I' 12 �1 ] ] The Miracle of Spring I Each year I watch my calendar to tell me when it*s Spring. But often old man Winter hates to give up being king. Although, 〜 according to the date, the robins should be here, I think old Winter that But now it's April and I'm .has decreed ' ' Spring ~ 'be late this - ■ year. 一 won*t take no and in her gentle way she has sure she simply won't convinced him he should go. As I walked along today, I saw a pretty sight, some crocuses and daffodils were bathed in sunshine bright. I even saw some violets a bloom in sheltered spots, and neighbors are preparing their little garden plots. Though there is a chilliness still felt upon the air, and April showers are frequent, Spring signs are everywhere. Each springtime gives myj heart a lift and I feel my life renewed. As I thank God for the privilege Spring's miracle to view. Spring time brings a special joy Ice cream, bare feet, wet grass and smiles to each girl and boy It's also a new beginning with nothing but buds on the trees The sun gives off a different warmth as it fights against cold breeze But once a year we get to see New beginning, wet grass Smiles, bare feet, and-ice 心 cream 1 14 ���Love (Easter) The Easter (Semana Santa) holiday in Spain is a very religious week. This week lies between Palm Sunday (Somingo de Ramos) and Easter Sunday (Domingo de 、 — ' • ----- 七 Resurreccion). The celebration is 1large, the towns* people have parades and parties. The women celebrate c by dancing in the streets wearing black lace mourning clothes. Their religious processions consist of 58 services at 4 hours each. This is a very holy week for the Spanish, probably the largest. ] ] .] I never really knew you. You were just another friend But when I knew you noticed me I let my heart unbend I couldn't keep past memories they only made me cry I had to forget my first love and give love another try. So now Fve fallen in love with you and fl! never let you go. I love you more than anyone I just had to let you know. Ll So if you ever wonder, I don't know what I'd do. But you are your own person Just remember, UI love you!" Cmco be Santa o Pascua Out of all traditions celebrated in Spain, none is more important than the passion of Christ or Easter week which in Spanish is called “Semana Santa o Pascua" (holy week). Land, color, and "El sobre cogimiento" (to be seized upon) arc the three basic ingredients for a fun filled Spanish celebration. =5=^ Hueros People in the U.S., the Batalla de Puebla was said to be 5 de mayo, but we wrongly think that it's Spain's independence when really their independence day is September 16, 1810. Many people find Cinco de Mayo as only having fun and dance. Cinco de Mayo is> now mostly Chicano rather than a Mexican holiday. Whiten 时 Oe/Ae Rllisoc Jldiflor 19 20 �����1 ] Fomnb Poem ; Worbs 侣ken from A Wrinkle in Time bv< MAbckinc L'Engle … ： standing on a hill, it could be a hill on earth. familiar trees: birches, pines, maples, warmer than when they left the apple orchard. autumnal touch; the air, several trees with reddened leaves, sumac. patch of golden rod-like flowers, iooked down the hill, smokestacks of a town. — … In the midst of our cities There are people who are trying to survive Their homes are of cardboard That line up the street Their nights appear restless They have nothing to eat They ask only for some change But we just don't hear They plead for our help We pretend they aren't there We don't answer their cry Ignorant to the fact Trapped in this world waiting to die We still tum our backs. / 32 ���How Do 1 Knew? How do I know the sun is shining? How do I know? How do I know people from insects? How do I know? How do I know hot from cold? How do I know? How do I know people care? Because I know! Why is there hunger? Why is there sadness? Why do the rich Criticize the poor Why do children love to be like their parents, but teenagers want nothing to do with them? Why is it that when you need someone to talk to, no one is there; but when you need privacy, everyone is there? Why are some people always right there, but when you need them you doubt that they care. Why is there hate? Why is there love? Why must we grow up? Why is money so important? Why don't we have one language that everyone can speak? 37 ������������ Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Upward Bound Lit Journals, 1981-2016 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Provost's Office Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1981-2016 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource PDF Type The nature or genre of the resource Journal Text A resource consisting primarily of words for reading. Examples include books, letters, dissertations, poems, newspapers, articles, archives of mailing lists. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre Text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Upward Bound Lit Journals 1997 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Provost's Office Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1997 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource PDF Type The nature or genre of the resource Journal https://omeka.wilkes.edu/omeka/files/original/8a291a21fd7915223416c0b628b78a1b.pdf 21b6e7d9ffb617cfcde3190d35b71d60 PDF Text Text ����[!■ A ��qj q 0啊 (Rad a ①rain There Was This Day There was this day When I came to this place to stay It was weird, different, and nerve racking I thought and thought as I was pacing We got into the car and drove to the sight Thinking how it was going to be the very first night We approached the main desk on the first floor Giving them our names then they “showed us our door We headed for the room not knowing what we'd find Carrying our stuff up two flights of stairs and not looking behind We entered our room laying our stuff on a bed Looking around the room and seeing what lies ahead Unpacking the truck load of stuff we went Finally finishing up spraying our strawberry scent We headed down the hall, to the Pit In a great big circle where we had to sit We went down to dinner after we met Waiting for our schedules we were soon to get Back to the Pit a movie went on My anxiousness soon disappeared and was gone Off to their rooms everyone had to go Not because they were tired, but because the TC's said so The days went by and the week was done We finally realized this could be fun We only have five weeks to go Leaving here, a lot we will know. 城 S^ra 'Yuscavage 1 2 Follow the Yellow Brick Road 4 Follow the Yellow Brick Road �My Name Is the Tinman My name is the Tinman I have no heart I have come to Upward Bound to learn what's in myself U.B. is like the oil that lets me function in the movie. My friends and I are looking for the Wizard of Oz U.B. found us and helped us. The lion has no courage. The scarecrow has no brain in his head. We are looking for something inside our selves the teachers at U.B. showed us the ability to learn what was within me. Thanks to U.B. I have fun learning. Hola, Mellamo Glenda. Soy una buena bnya. Por UB yo puedo ayudar a 虹5 35.s” con sus probjmas. 二 LT le lleyaj. por i:: r esa calle de ladrillos amarilles de las personas UB vida. Me gusta UB porque puedo us ar mi hibilidad para ayudar a otras personas y say simpatica. Tambien puedo encantrar a amigos nueros. Las personas aqui son simpaticas Las personas Dequenas le ayudaron a dorotea. Le Da Cor£\je, Conye, sabiduria, cuidado y un lugar donde se siente amor. Yo recomendaria O UB a .. . ... 1 i -J _ _ _ • _____________ —c —c—AcAc C TTD c todo. Hello my name is Glenda. I^am a good witch. Through UB I was able^to^ help people with their problems. UB leads you down that yellow brick road of life. helping and I like UB because it allows me to use my abilities -----of 二二三二二 ，people --j v-— - being nice. It also allows me to meet new people. people there are nice like the little people that help Dorothy. It gives you courage, wisdom, caring, and a place where you feel loved. I would recommend UB to anyone. Chavon Croman Untitled The student works hard each day Trying to do everything in the best way All his teacher does is teach He wishes he was at the beach But he is stuck doing work all day Gy Dorotea es la chica bonita. Ellale gusta hablar conhente. Dorotea va a muchos lugares. Ella experimenta muchas cosas. Ella la gustan cambios en au vida. ■ Dorotea aprende mucho de ella misma. Ella siguio el camino de la drillos amarillos a Oz y yo segui el mismo comino a Upward Bound. Upward Bound tr^io ~ muchas buenas cosas a mi vida tai como,, aprendiendo _> cosas nuevas. pcxc+ce i n An c Buena — T> 一 .：— *V— j Dorotea aprendio decllc ellammisma deT La Bnya. Yo— —aprendi mucho de los profesores a Upward Bound y yo tratare el mejor eh todos las cosas como hizo Dorotea. 灾prey Bridge Dorothy is a beautiful girl. She likes to speak with people. Dorothy is going to many places. She experienced many things. She likes changes in her life. Dorothy learned much about herself. She followed the yellow brick road to Oz and I followed that same road' to Upward Bound. Upward Bound brings many good things as j to my, life, suchlearning new things. Dorothy learned about herself 『 一 j from the good 一必 witch. T I 'learned much from iJie teachers at Upward Bound and I will try my hardest in everything, just like Dorothy did. Bridge is totally different than Upward Bound If you get behind, you may never be found So stay ahead and keep going I know that classes may be boring Sometimes you may be up all night But with Chuck's help you'll be all right It is okay to be nervous on exam day But then you'll find out that you got an "A" So if you study hard you'll do fine and have a great summer just like mine gfatlcY Follow the Yellow Brick Road 6 Follow the Yellow Brick Road Follow the Yellow Brick Road 7 Follow the Yellow Brick Road �Soy un Icon y soy muy fuerte pero no tengo careOe. You siempre deseaba que you tendreia la co珥je pero pense que no pasaria. Luego he oido de Upward Bound y Upard Bound me encontro justo como Dartea encontro justa como Dartea encontro OZ. Upward Bound era buena para mi proque tengo cor曲e ahora. d but 一 “一 wished that I a lion and I am very strong I have no courage. I always had courage but I thought that it wouldn't happen. Then I heard of Upward Bound and Upward Bound found me, just like Dorothy, found OZ. Upward Bound was great for me because now I have courage. I am r t r l 业Qcniulc >J1 U1J a XIV CO XOVAA. JAAVZ。ux ~ J- ■ ■ ------------------------------ J , Ser una buena bruj a no es facil. Elios trabajan mucho“ 一a Upward Bound y Upward' ~ Bound dijo que ser la bruja no seria facil. Upward Bound ayuda con eso. T\ me ayudo mejorarme. You nunca espere que seria como eso. mmujvua Being the good witch is not easy. They work a lot at Upward Bound and it helped me to be the good witch wouldn't be easy. It helped me in growing. I never expected it to be. AP0lc①心 Q en el Wizard of Oz, you busco un Hola. Yo soy el espant^jo. Como el espant^jo sobre ia caue correcta. Justo lie----------------cerebro. Yo espero que Upward Bound me lleva como Dorotea ayudo el espant可 o del garrote, Yo Bound me 甫 io deseo aeaev que Upward up七帘"罗中 tenga exito. A traves de las experiencias voy a tener en Upward Bound me , ° ____ !__________ A-crzIc omierAa miovna v vivin encontrare mi mi miaixia. misma. Divirtiendo — me *-** encontrando amigos nuevos,viviendo^en enconurure w^-*—-；----------° . ■, ― un lyos de mi casa. Yo llego sa ser mas ---independiente lui vaoa> x ---- r ----------------- * pasan las semands. Como avudo yo la ayude cuando you aceite al hombre de lata lats y eniina en*una Dorotea me ayudo, manera you ayude a los otros. Mi camino de ladnllss amarillos es Upward Bound. Hello. I am the scarecrow. Like the scarecrow in the "Wizard of Oz", I am looking for a brain. I hope that Upward Bound wHl will lead me to Uie^right the right road. road. 』 just as Dorothy helps the scarecrow off the stick, I want Upward Bound to lead me to success. ’Through the experiences that I will have at Upward Bound I will haAng a good time making^new away from find myself. 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Title A name given to the resource Upward Bound Lit Journals, 1981-2016 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Provost's Office Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1981-2016 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource PDF Type The nature or genre of the resource Journal Text A resource consisting primarily of words for reading. Examples include books, letters, dissertations, poems, newspapers, articles, archives of mailing lists. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre Text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Upward Bound Lit Journals 1996 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Provost's Office Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1996 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource PDF Type The nature or genre of the resource Journal https://omeka.wilkes.edu/omeka/files/original/6b298ebb857e875fd3e7f12e69f324aa.pdf 915f3600c7a2af7fef2cb7612163eb66 PDF Text Text ��Table of Contents Literature Magazine Staff: Melissa Blake Shawn Booker Lisa Finnerty Jen Karpovich Eileen Kittrick Brian Owens Ryan Slavish Anne Butler - Advisor Special thanks to the following people who helped us make this happen: Anne Thomas Tom Thomas Barbara Killian T/C Staff Bernard Seeman Bobble Fiascki This Rose Help Calligraphy Spider So Many The Land of If Only ???Why??? Perdido My Mistake Why I like Physics Haiku I Haiku n (not quite) Illustration Me and You — Us We want all of the Pubbers to Know A beautiful saying Illustration I'm Trapped The Battle Atomic Love Atomic Re I saw a blue man Calligraphy Best Friends unanswerable questions One day we learned One Lonely Heart Illustration Chemistry The Mind I'm not planning I dreamed Levi's Calligraphy I stare into the darkness Calligraphy OutofToudi Illustration This heart was Lily Korbeil Steve Kester Ray Gartland Marisa Rae M. Summa Nikki Pace Anne Chris Jemio Jen Karpovich Ryan Suvish Sara Malkemes Sara Malkemes Spring Tripp Bernie Seeman Angela Madden Mary Frances Kohnevich Binh Nguyen Heidi A.M. Gregorowicz Roman Ciuferri Tara Soft Tara Soft Spring Tripp Binh Nguyen M. Summa Nikki Pace Mark Slatky Pam Schell Tara Solt Melissa Blake Sara Malkemes Lily Korbeil Spring Tripp Binh Nguyen Pam Schell Melissa Blake Anne Binh Nguyen Lily Korbeil I 12 13 14 15 16 好 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 ��Help snomAiw I feel so alone Wh/d they leave me on my own? Like a nightmare that's become real. No one understands the pain I ffeel. Empty feeling in my soul. I'm feeling less than whole. My body trembles, I feel cold. I need someone that I can hold Help me get over feeling so sad, Find the security I never really had. With all the things that are wrong in my li吃 and strife. How can I end the complications, anger, and So many things are going wrong, I don't think I can be strong. I feel so helpless, so very weak. Help me find the love I seek. Steve Kester -2- 2 昌 n o ��������I saw a blue man. He walked past a window, a translucent window which separated his own personality from mine. I watched as the window made his truth show In vertical black lines. He became an image, different sized sadness and pain. Lies tinted the window a light gray. The blue man stood trying to see through the window at me but the pane of glass protected my vulnerability. He moved back and forth peering endlessly through the object which dis­ torted his color making him real. It ripped him apart and put him in subliminal truths for my curious eyes to absorb. The lines made themsleves in black, then gray； they moved silently showing the darkness. I began to wonder what am I, if I was, on the other side of the translucent window. What color are my lines, though my outside appears black? Would I be in squares and triangles or are eveiyone's truths exposed in these odd vertical lines? Perhaps if the blue man is black inside. I am blue inside since I appear black outside. But I didn't know what this powerful frame would do to my thoughts. I couldn't figure out myself for I am not the blue man. So I looked again at the various black lines and I smiled for I know the blue man now and I had no intentions of telling his secrets. I sat up and I looked in the cracked mirror at my own face and I smiled for some how I knew I had more than the blue man. Standing. I faced the translucent window and the blue man turned away. He walked away and I smiled. ,警 容袖E钮快i ya%.w 宙r轩匠一 g免 野轩匠玮 皆 髯醪任jWx. Spring Tripp -18- % -19- 心;8 ���i w Chemistry What is chemistry? Don't ask me for I really don't know. What is a reaction? An explosion, a fizzle, a pop? What is chemistiy? Don't ask me for I really don't know. But wait. it just came to me. We all have chemistry. You, me, you and me together. And we all have reactions. To love, life, and freedom. Melissa Blake -24- -25- ��n j b n r x l ^ J b n j b n H J b n J L U n u r u n j b n r i u n j u n u b n j b n j b n j b n j u I dreamed Levi's and Skittles could fuse together like advertising martians and run a moon series of Banamelberline Relaxed Fit. Who am I to say what the dude should do about his lost home? I know O.J. Simpson guest | a„ ogirl who cou]ild use it to test her glad-lock bags and I bet Barney wouldn't have to drink so much if he could get his claws on All-Sport Neon could probably use Hooked-On-Phonics since all it reads is hello, not like the blonde chick who can't get over the babe e<sating Frosted Flakes, afttter all if Lexus Celli can CAUcl, excel. S^LUl Saturn should be able to make a recycled , car, Even while Woodstock's Pigpen and Sunflower drink Pepsi with a competitive elephant that swims. If I could join the Burger King Kid*s Club I might drink " Sunny Delight unless I had to trust my gut and drink Sprite. I hope if I ever buy milk because I like the taste (sure I do) it won't be so good I might Need someone^ -to guard it. — Spring Tripp -28- c^rr)t=_rn cm c_r-3 cLm -29- ���Walls This heart was white, all Pure and innocent. But then it saw hope Dawning on the horizon. It needed love. And someone true. And when it needed the most, It found you. You gave it what it neded. You introduced your heart. And now mine knows It doesn't ever want to part. Two hearts together In total happiness. That Is what my heart wants. And who wouldn't want this? So now, my love, I think you know Just how much I don't want you to go. So please don't leave. I'm asking you. Let my love continue to flow for you. I think I do this to myself all this craziness I think and wonder and hope and start dreaming and chasing those dreams trying to catch onto their ethereal wisps only to find that I was tiying to gather clouds and all that I have are soggy hands and a pocketful of nothing. I feel poetry in my heart only to find that its object is a ghost I love only to find that my heart aches for an image in a pool of water. nothing Is concrete! help! I want to cry but don't want to commit myself. I want to rage but not to protest. I want to revolt but not shake things up. I want to speak but I don't want anyone to hear me. I want happiness without pain ― Is that too much to ask?! I want to fall in love without losing myslef. There Is not enough strength in all the world for this or is there? Lily Korbeil -34- Sara Malkemes -35- ������The Baby Colt In a pasture far away A little baby colt plays aU day She just learned how to stand on her feet It took'her all day, so she's reaUy beat. She jumps, plays, and runs around Her mother looks for her, but she can't be found. After following a butterfly, She lifts her head to hear a child's cry. She*s brown and white And such a pretty sight Her eyes are a powdered baby blue She swlches her tail for the flies to show. She lives in a pasture far away She's very tired for she played all day. Now she's fast asleep For her strength is what she needs to keep She's very tired for she played all day She's a baby colt asleep in the hay. When I gave you my heart, you took everything. You took my body and soul and left me nothing. Then, when I was having trouble, and you were never there Still, I wanted to believe that you really cared. I told myself all the lies that I could have ever thought, and if you never called, I'd think "He just forgot." I wanted to think you were the one, the one that I could love. But then I found, to my surprise that you weren't that special someone. I gave you all you wanted, you took it happily. And now, all I can say is you'd better not leave me. I know about the others and I know that they're all true. What did I do to deserve this? Anne M. Summa -47-46- �艮 一胃 wtre 3 _ 6 身 席 5 I K I love who? Nobody. I guess. I'm alone. But it's my fault. I kept him away. I didn't tell him the truth. I knew I should have. But I was afraid. I wanted him to stay. My lies ruined us. He found out one day He asked me for truth He only got lies. It was too late for me. I had no idea He already knew. My fear came to be ... That day, he left me ... I love who? Him, still, again. But I'm alone. It's my fault. I didn't tell him the truth I'm sony Lily Korbeil -49- ��丁 顷u M 2R A r & 2-p- ? 5 7 Last Day in Upward Bound bo -J. a S F e c J lr F r 一 p T m A 、 u l p r 户 BOFNL. cu d c x / r s W =ik p Binh Nguyen Ae 5- 2- p repch * rr E*. E b. E L 0 pr c » r E rts s " 2 • 旦 os s. ?-A z Today is the last day in Upward Bound. Eveiyone wants to come to class earlier than usual so we can talk and share all our memories of the firn we had. The bell rings and eveiyone sits In their chairs. Then the teacher comes Into the class and looks at everybody. She said today is the last In school, next year you will have different teachers and so I want to say thank you to all ofyou. Everybody feels sad. One student stands up and says we will never forget you or Upward Bound. You have taught us how to take care of ourselves； I wlH keep all my memories of this summer. The bell rings and everybody stands up and says goodbye and good luck. +0.5 £ r n■ h * lpy £ F P E a rA - h e f - I 叫 = s s mF e T L 'q p r ~ c - 个厂 s ・ e L s craax |>» . ■ ・ 一/ 」 二卜 七 ~ a. ; F B 卜 !.0 7 ^ 一 *4 RA L IZC & b ' n - % p Ir m Mnds ro0 p ? ^ O F / V C 7 仕 o D 。 > r l K 「 a 刃 <* >| | ¥ O u \J-eN ez 中。 £ W P E A d - i rcrs 7 diL L r ~D£ peNspm sN'l. ~vc stlL - e r ^ w s dz stc -53- ��� Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Upward Bound Lit Journals, 1981-2016 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Provost's Office Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1981-2016 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource PDF Type The nature or genre of the resource Journal Text A resource consisting primarily of words for reading. Examples include books, letters, dissertations, poems, newspapers, articles, archives of mailing lists. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre Text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Upward Bound Lit Journals 1995 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Provost's Office Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1995 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource PDF Type The nature or genre of the resource Journal https://omeka.wilkes.edu/omeka/files/original/fdf423adf665d58f10a697def47f450d.pdf a81d6eebb9ed91622d036e386781a676 PDF Text Text ��Same of Contents " £ * % 3 捋源井务分会靠况 9 28-2 £ 以引君 ..Journal of an Alien ..The River of Life •The Journey ..Stray ,.To Whom it May... ...It's Hard to Believe ..Set Me Free 5 6 7 7 9 口 .Untitled ,A Love Poem ..Upward Bound ....Untitled ....A Letter and Response ...Birds of Paradise ...Death is Your Child's... ...Pain and Blindness ..Untitled ....Once in a Lifetime ..Untitled ..My Last Thought... ...Dream Lover ,..I Stood By You ..Untitled ..Equality ....Catholic ...I Want to Fly ...The Eyes of the... ...A Thank You Note ..With You ...Title Unknown ..Untitled ..One Moment ...Spanish Prose 职 Mrs. Kathy Pesta. Kevin Suchocki... Christina Gray.... Sara Malkemes... Paul Ludden....... Jessica Radley .... Chris Scappaticci., Leigh Roberts Sara Malkemes Carrie Gula........... Michael Bean April L Aufiero.... Tanya Temarantz. Joe Gregorowicz..., Sara Malkemes Leigh Roberts Chris Scappaticci. Kevin Suchocki.... Roman Ciuferri,,,.. Paul Ludden Bernard Seeman... Leigh Roberts Sara Malkemes Joe Gregorowicz.... Senor Callahan .... Alex J. Podsadlik... Shawn Booker Sirena Radley Erin Eustice Tanya Killie Wendy Kalinas Joe Gregorowicz... Paul Ludden . Joe Gregorowicz... Sara Malkemes..... Leigh Roberts Carrie Gula Leigh Roberts �5 Rennae Watkins......... Creative Writing Class. Angela Madden Michael Bean A Secret Admirer. Bernard Seeman.......... Anne A. Thomas.......... Kevin Suchocki Sara Malkemes Kathleen Baczynski . Ann Ngolo Ann Ngolo Bernard Seeman . Joe Gregorowicz Chris Scappaticci.. Bernard Seeman Joe Gregorowicz William M. DelKanic .... Bernard Seeman . Angela Madden ....Spring Time ...Winter .....Prejudice ..Untitled ...A Wish ....The Girl of My Dreams ....Tower of Babel Revisited -The Real World ...The Visitor ••The Circus is in Town ..Hope ..Life ...Waiting for the Storm... ..Silence ...Marriage of... -I Know Someone... —An Empty Page ...A Dream of Peace .Good-bye .Untitled 34 35 38 38 39 39 40 41 42 43 45 45 46 47 47 48 49 49 50 5 0 Each day at 5:40, We make our way there It*s a fairly large room with dank-smelling air Each one takes a seat and opens a book Don't dare make a sound or you'll get "rhe look" The clock slowly ticks as knowledge is shared From the labor of learning no one is spared "I need Sara for trig." "Send Matt up here next." One look at their faces, You know they're perplexed 7:30 at last! They storm out the door Have their needs all been met? We*ll never be sure Kathy Pesia, staff ���10 II Qs lour C)\Mrc^s QngcnuitY The Wind and« water call to—me, .« ・________of c T ' J -beneath the -layers laj1 *■».fraud ，.—— that I 'vear . of must set his work against it So sad that a man £ nature- -----aiiu become its **i*iG*c.r and master _ From my skull my ---------feetdguarded Ull concrete thick, to 〜 from the earth by the street, and shielded from by my shoes the pavement ] See me! Ak fool who needs protection from his own ingenuity Have pity on us Motlier Earth have disowned you and try to make you Your children clxllJ their slave See us! Parasites, satisfying our hungers on the blood oi our mother; stealing her life to pay for our own And our children we will abandon See them. Orphans in a lonely world, living beneath a shadow of despair m 只ciin and ^(incfncss I'm blind by your love Too reluctant to see The pain you are causing, What you are doing to me I cry myself to sleep at night My eyes red with tears Constantly trying to cover your face Very seldom admitting my fears You left me behind once before Never seeing my pouts You would never look back to see my face Or even realize the depth of your doubts How can you have doubts To problems which you don't know? Won't you just leave? Oh please, let me go Leigh Roberts Chris Scappaticci, staff ^ntitfcd <3irefs of Cparacfise Dedicated to Jr. (Mikey) The silence of the prey The willows weep in the seclusion of the night Yet I am set apart No one can relate nor understand :me I will live my life and be as one So I live my life exempt from relevancy Jessica Radley I'm trying to fall asleep to the sound of the rain on the window glass but the heartbreak beats shatter my most calm thoughts I have made you my addiction and the withdrawal kills me to the core I can almost see you my boy with the hummingbird eyes in the tear-stained shadows on my wall and I need to see your face need to feel your presence but you were always just a watercolor illusion Sara Malkemes '91 ���17 16 Q gtoocf 虫y QEquafitY When I met you You were the nicest person I'd ever met And I loved you I stood by you When your life went down for a while I was there, I stood by you When other people Criticized you And called you names I stodd up for you And when you said good-bye And smashed my heart I just want you to know I still stood by you Joe Gregorowicz antitied We live from spring to spring In the middle of nothing just a series of endings To Dreamed-up beginnings We lie in the field With grass at our backs … And blue skies at our bellies And generally feel " ' happy , For nothing in particular Sara Malkemes '91 Once upon a time in a far off place , Everyone was equal and human was the race Black.'whiie^ and red were the same in all of our eyes And everyone was sympathetic to another person's cries .… .. Male and female were different in physical appearance alone Othenvise one was the other's identical clone Euch person deserved a meal as much as the other Eventually some would call another man their brother A roof was put over everyone's head All would come to grieve if another were dead Children were taught to laugh together And people used the word, hate, never Love was something everyone had No one was ever considered at all bad War did not exist in their time And poems would constantly, perfectly rhyme Consideraiionwas divided between all Considerauonwas And if one would go down the rest would soon tall Leieh Roberts c"HO9(gc everything is Everything - multitude in solitude - the universe in a speck of dust - D N A in every cell of our human bodies - what else lies within what small part are we of what giant other? Chris Scappaticci, staff �20 21 A 伽anR "You Q'ipte Dear. I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart. Without you I would still be lost in life. You did for me what I could not do for myself, you believed that I could do anything if only I had confidence and tried. I am forever grateful. I basically owe my life to you. I know that I'm not fully confident but I am a step closer than I was before. I'm not really sure what you did, maybe it was the right words at the right lime, bui whatever it was I am certain that you did it. You somehow got me to see things that were always there by I never saw, you got me to think positive and give everything I could, and most importantly you got me to smile. I've talked before to counselors, friends, and even family but you a total stranger accomplished something that I thought was impossible. For this I applaud you and sincerely thank you for my new life. Sincerely, Paul Ludden Paul Ludden cWUh ^You When I am with you I don't want to be anywhere else When I am holding you I don't want to be with anyone else But you The things you do Mesmerize me And I see A wonderful girl Who holds the key To my heart 矛t〔c Unknown I look to the sky only seeing the stars I look to the street only seeing the cars But one car drove slowly by, his face he wouldn't show He is a memory from my past; a love from long ago How can I love you, I ask myself When I think of long lost loves? My life was once very simple Simple like the doves But complications have filled my heart With gloom, sorrow, and pain Now I am left standing here In the pouring rain You are slowly slipping from my mind As I am slipping from yours I feel like I am caught between The constant swinging doors Your love goes in and out another I looked at you once and considered you my brother The closer we became the more I realized I have much more than brotherly love for this guy Soon our world evolved around the two of us alone I asked you once an you replied I will not take you home You scared me that night Now my heart is filled with fright Leave me alone Leigh Roberts Bernard Seeman '93 �22 I find myself in, of all places a movie theatre full of mirror people I walk down the aisle but I don't reflect into them for my voice isn't loud enough and my colors not bold enough and I hide between the images and the sticky floor I stay until the credits roll and when the lights come up I try to separate my emotions from the plots and cheap scenery Sara Malkemes '91 One 典）ment A second An eternity A minute Twice as long A moment Frozen in time Life is just a second What in that time can go wrong? You once kissed me Somewhere in that second in time You once loved me But now there's nothing but tears An eternity Can go by As fast as a kiss I haven't had in years Joe Gregorowicz ���26 28 29 £Jounia( of an 见icn January 1, 1994 I have just arrived on the .planet Earth to study it for a year. ■I am from the • planet Zelnar, a planet just outside of rthlin。。rail P xhe planet that the Eirthlings call 11"Pluto." I have begun to study this primitive race of humanoids. They lack the c-ecca xrr>t I haVA ability cF of space and N time tT-OX/ol travel, yet I have seen transmissions from their planet that says otherwise. I do not know what our . planet can learn from these primitive beings. Only time will tell. February 14, 1994 " 曲e Earthlings are celebrating a holiday called Th( Valentine's Day. They say it is named after a Saint Valentine and is based on a human emotion they call "love." I do not know what that is, but I will learn. The males and females exchange pieces of paper on this day. The eanhlings* transmission receivers have picked up these "starships," yet my sensors have not detected them. I will sleep on ic..a human expression. April 1, 1994 Today, I decided to walk around the town. I am currently residing in the northeast region of what the earthlings call "Pencil-Vania." I haven't seen any pencils yet, but I found a quantity of chocolate in a place called "Her-She/' The eanhling were not pleased when I swam in their vaL A crazy planet this is. Speaking of crazy, people v.ere treating me poorly. My neighbor said that they were "playing a prank" I don*t know what that means, and I didn't want to stick around to know for sure. May 12, 1994 A bunch of the earthlings are o gathering ______ w around a big transmission receiver. An earthling they call "David Copperfield" is doing what the earthlings call "magic." I don't know what that is, but if it's anything like April Fool's Day, I'm out of here! May 23, 1994 I have finally discovered the location of the earthling starships. Ihey are at a "Pair-O'-Mount Stoodeos" in a place the earthlings call "Floor-ida." It is a television show called "Star Trek." I guess that their...uh...movie industry is more technologically advanced than their space industry. All the earthlingss are interested in is A entertainment, it seems. eq June 17, 1994 T°day,is the local high school graduation. graduation. The The eanhlings refer £it to it as a "commencement." 簿 Mi?罗 k is very -----their 八.s very 盅筐*黑 the earthlings care for chiS They cease to amaze me. —/ never ----------- o July 17, 1994 I ventured into the city known as Wilkes-Barre to get an air conditioner. My ship is out of coolant, and I'm really sweating! I noticed the big education buildings known as "colleges."" TI am 1 . impressed that the earthlings take such pride in education. ' August 20, 1994 “ I went to a party at the local church. The earthlings call it a "bazaar." I like instant Bingo! I also went to Atlantic City in a place called New Jersey. It's funny, because all the jerseys I saw were old. I won S800,000 and a ha: y/hcn hat when I played poker with a very fat and grey earthling. I just read his mind. It was such an easy game to master. October 31, 1994 Today was a holiday the eanhlings call "Halloween." Some kids threw eggs at me. When I stunned them with my freeze ray and disintegrated their bicycles, they knew who they were dealing with. November 26, 1994 It's the Thanksgiving season, and the earthlings are spending time with their family units. This thing called love is a very complex human emotion. It's "beautiful," according to the earthlings. They say that they treasure it, but it doesn't look that way. I need to study it further. December 31, 1994 My stay on Earth is almost over. I have learned a lot about the eanhlings, their language, and the thing they call "love." It is very pleasurable feeling. The earthlings used to treasure love, but not since the early years of the century. I shall report my findings about "love" to my people. Maybe we can learn from an emotion that earthlings take for granted. Maybe we can learn to love... End of Journal Joe Gregorowicz ���26 35 gpringtime The weather gets warmer The flowers start to bloom The trees get new leaves Spring, please come soon Winter is almost over Spring is almost here How I love to listen as The birds chirp in my ear I love to lie in the grass And look up at the sky I see lots of cloud animals And I watch them roll by I like the afternoon breeze Blowing through my hair I also like the coolness In the sharp midnight air一 I like to stand outside And count the stars at night I like ii in the morning too 一-二birds take flight Watching It's snowing outside, But spring has sprung Why is it snowing When life has begun? Rennae Watkins ^Winter It was cold snowfalls, winter calls Autumn is ending and the new season is born '削th all the beauty of the old with they shiver afraid thinking„ someone is there not knowing, 1 ...e not knowing but feeling, feeling something deep inside Il's very sad and unfulfilling the snow white with no color laid on the cold ground Like a grave there was a hole Shannon Recicar Rennae Watkins Anne Butler Paul Ludden Mike Redmond ��26 39 38 Cprejurfice There's a monster in my head He feeds on my every thought He devours my emotions Until there is nothing left inside There's a monster in my head He tries to sabotage my beliefs He attempts to change my feelings Until I realize he is there Please let me kill the monster in my head dedicated to Paul Ludden Once it's lost; it's never found though willows weep and the sky fades Missing you was never my intention it just happened To the distance, hopes and dreams seem hard to grasp Unable to touch reality; As I speak For my dreams of you are slowly fading, but never forgotten A Secret Admirer Angela Madden ©Re GM Of ^rcams ^Untitferf The world is a stage, There are no stars, But the spotlight always shines, The cunain never drops An the plot never concludes Michael Bean The girl of my dreams So it seems Why must you live so far away On my mind All the time I would give anything to see you today I would give you the world If I could pick it up I will give you my heart For I think this is love If i am awake never let me sleep If I am dreaming let me be And let me always love The girl of my dreams Bernard Seeman '93 �����yV1 An empty page A symbol of loneliness Solitude and emptiness That we feel as life turns the page And I feel This emptiness would drive me insane If it hasn't already Eternity lost, lost in rage That I feel The fact that I'm missing something Or someone Someone to be close to me But what I find As I look through the pages of my life That if a page represented a year Page seventeen is missing ' q <^now Someone Qn ^Heaven I look up toward the sky Tears fill my eyes Pop pop has passed away I know someone in heaven now A cool breeze blows I recognize a voice of someone I know And I hear that voice say Bernie, you know someone in heaven now I watch the sun slowly set As I sit there quit upset It was a sad, but happy day, since, I know someone in heaven now When the time comes for me to go I know I won't be alone There will be someone to greet me that day Because I know someone in heaven now 9Pa0c Joe Gregorowicz A ©ream of ^Peace Bernard Seeman '93 When I dream, I dream of a world of peace and appiness. A place where we build up to make strong, ither than tear down to suppress. A place where our ifferences are simply recognized rather that dwelt upon, place where the words peace and war do not exist. A lace of true human brother-and-sisterhood. But, of 吁rse, my dream is just a dream. A dream is nothing [less acted upon. And with God's help I will act upon my "earn so that the generations of 七二 the ffuture 〜 二:二.二.will ，二：：learn J**.】tO ay together and strive to better one another. I share my ■earn with you to help better the human race, find the ties at exist between us, and perhaps come just on step closer my dream becoming a reality. ichael Bean ���� Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Upward Bound Lit Journals, 1981-2016 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Provost's Office Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1981-2016 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource PDF Type The nature or genre of the resource Journal Text A resource consisting primarily of words for reading. Examples include books, letters, dissertations, poems, newspapers, articles, archives of mailing lists. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre Text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Upward Bound Lit Journals 1994 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Provost's Office Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1994 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource PDF Type The nature or genre of the resource Journal https://omeka.wilkes.edu/omeka/files/original/cda71ea58d9fe6d6c585b381b263f1b2.pdf ea11104316fe4bd9fe609f7ea037f833 PDF Text Text ����������������34 35 Dreams of Reality Sometimes I dream of holding you But then I awake to reality I know it's something I udD never do I loved you more, more than I liked you I wanted to be more than friends Friends were the only thing you wanted us to be I dreamt the other night that we were dining in a fancy restaurant You ordered what you wanted, but that's not the only thing you got I asked you to many me Your reply was "Yes." But I awoke before I was able to put the ring on your finger and pay for the check . -J X re, I dreamt the other night that we were walking down the aisle Both of us were happy—I could1 tell by our smiles Both of us said our vows, but I awoke before I got my wish I awoke before we married I awoke before we kissed I dreamt the other night that you were holding me in your arms You were crying because I was dyjng, dying of a broken heart A broken heart in many pieces because of you But I know it was something you never intended to do If only my dreams were reality My life would be complete I have everything but you You are the only thing I need. 二二 h ----- Bernard 人.Seemcm Just A Dream Why did It land right on my wall. When it could have went elsewhere, like, in the hall? But there it was. In front of me. above my head. "Feed me. Feed me,'* I thought it said. When I looked at my watch it was after four. So I got up to get the light and shut the door. And then It started to run around the room. Quickly I flew to get the broom. As I swung with all my might. I heard It yell. And then on the rug It tripped and fell. As the battle raged on, my head began to spin. The bug acted brave and raised up its chin. It had me trapped near the lamp and bright light. What was I to do? I was losing my sight. Instinctively I slapped him right in the face. He backed off. He gave me some space. The broom was still in my hand. I held it tight. I opened the window and pointed into the night. What was it? I really couldn't say. And then it smiled and flew away. ----- 铮rank gtoodfcy ������49 48 Camouflage World The Fiftieth Shortest Story in the East A kid walked up the street. To every person he met, he'd say, " Your shoe lace is untied!" They would look, and he would laugh. One day, someone told him that his shoelaces were untied. He said, "What do you think I am, a complete idiot!" He tripped on his laces and feD into a mine and died. Moral： Watch where you're going! Dedicated to Mr. Paul Farber for his humor. Thanks! ----- 3oe GrcgorowicE n He sat there in the store, attracting people of all ages. Little ones sat on his lap and told him what they wanted for Christmas, while old people reminisced about their Christmas memories from long ago. He could make the most frightened child feel secure and bring a tear of happiness to those feeling sad. His white beard looked like a giant, giant. fluffy cloud. His rosy red cheeks looked like hot, humid summer sunsets. His fat belly looked like a punching bag. while his red suit clashed with the brown chair he sat on. He loved being Santa because everyone loved him then. It was a parteveiy Christmas holiday season. time Job he took every This man that everyone admired, noticed, and felt secure around was the same man who was both laughed and spit at (if noticed at all), and who made even the adults afraid. Under that bright red suit, he wore old. torn clothes. When he wasn't Santa in the store during the holidays, he was a bum in front of the store during the remainder of the year. What a camouflage world we live in! —Bernard 人 gccman '、'"计混; The Twenty First Shortest Story in the East 、布 I? A man was flying a plane over Kansas. He was flying a load of parachutes to the Army base in Arizona. Suddenly, he had' engine o..-> o'---trouble, ------ 二〜.The plane went into an uncontrollable dive. He spun out of control! He crashed and burned. Moral： Jump! Grcgorowics; �50 Johnny Doe Put me In coach, I am ready to play， Sony kid. not today. But coach, I could turn this game around. Sony kid. kid, please sit down. Coach. I〔have Ilt4VC what “ it takes ____ ______________ to make these fanss root. Can you pass? Dribble? How about shoot? Coach, I could do more than that, I can fty. 二二 ------ntUI,I see It with my own eyes. Kid. I won't believe you until Please coach, give me a shot. Okay, kid, you're all I got. Coach, now you will have a chance to see my show begin Kid, you're five foot five, you're lucky If you get rim. Johnny Doe was this scrawny athlete's name When coach put him In, everyone thought he was insane. -— < i< _______ a1_____ l-iir t1-1 When Johnny Doe entered the game, they were down by thirty. Two minutes later, they were down by forty. It was nearing the end of the third quarter, and eveiyone wandered What the crazy coach had done. The other team was on a twenty to nothing run Coach thought about taking Johnny Doe out before the fourth quarter was about to begin. L —二. But for some reason he didn't, he had faith In him. Johnny Doe missed an easy lay-up, then a free throw, then a three pointer, then he thought I'm too close to the basket, I'll uy a 'half court' -shot *— Johnny Doe threw the ball with all his might He watched it bounce off the backboard and roll round, and round the rim Then he jumped up and yelled, Tesl" To his surprise,, the ball went in -'• The whole stadium fell to their knees As they watched Johny Doe sink halTcourt shot by shot with ease There were twenty seconds left and they were down by one. Coach yelled, "Pass it to Johnny Doe, he will get the job done!!, The defense crowded around Johnny Doe in a line Johnny Doe looked up at them and laughed, 'Don't "Don't you guys know I can fly?" His teammate passed him the ball and Johnny Doe began to soar He put the ball in at the buzzer and the fans began to roar Coach ran over to Johnny Doe and said. "Johnny, I don't know what to say." Johnny replied. "Just promise me I can play in tomorrow's game.** As Johny EDoc left the stadium, he yelled to the crowd, "Michael Ight know Nike, Gatorade, Coca-Cola, and Hanes Jordan mb But when it comes to basketball, .Johny Doe knows that game. —Bernard 八.gee man L. The Thirty-Ninth Shortest Story in the East A man jumps off a cliff for no apparent reason known to man. Scientists. Geologists, and Stock Brokers are all pondering over.why this could possibly happen. Moral： Never do something, "just because it is there." Dedicated to Bill Del Kanic -------(3°c GrcgorowicE ���吃 想喀88^1［。陀| 。务 迎建 � Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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Title A name given to the resource Upward Bound Lit Journals 1993 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Provost's Office Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1993 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource PDF Type The nature or genre of the resource Journal https://omeka.wilkes.edu/omeka/files/original/0c957d2a9a9810820a01a42af8c97214.pdf e8b6c900c5badf66de591ba876eba613 PDF Text Text ��2 Table of Contents Compiled, edited, and published by The Upward Bound Literary Magazine Staff： - Kimberly Courtney Brian Kibbler David Pall Christopher Pelchar Russchelle Scott Michael Valenti Tessa Wright Instructor, Paul A. Farber Special thanks extended to： Patti Monroe Rose McKeown Barbara Q.- Killian Anne A. Thomas Tom Thomas Also, author's who submitted works and all Pub'ers of the summer of 1992. Forward Paul A. Farber： Ballerina Karen Del Kanlc： Bemie Seeman： Our Love ............ Love Barbara Roman： Blind Vision of Love Brian Kibbler： Sea of Love Bemie Seeman： Angela Mazaika： Fish One of a Kind Bemie Seeman： Reaching Out Hilary Adams： Angela Mazaika： Frog Marifyn Tony Karpovich： Puppy Dog Karen Del Kanlc： Why Frank Stoodley： Rose Karen Del Kanlc： Lovesick Frank Stoodley： Outdoor Scene Steve Perzia： My Friend Russchelle Scott： Jennifer Edwards： Walting Cat Karen Del Kanlc： Heartache Frank Stoodley： Trying to Let Go Angela Mazaika： In Love With Your .... Bemie Seeman： Heart Jennifer Knight： Perspective Antonio Marcario： Realize Barbara Roman： Treated Me kind .... Barbara Roman： Saying Goodbye Frank Stoodley： Sulfur Marisa Rae： Rejection Barbara Roman： Panda Alex Bash： p Thinking of Earth .. Anonymous： Tracey Ankudovich： Tree........................... Christopher Pelchar： The Leaf Anonymous： The Oak.... Joseph Gregorowicz： Pavement 5 '.6 .7 .8 8 . 9 ..9 10 11 11 12 13 14 14 15 15 16 17 17 18 19 20 21 22 .22 23 23 24 .25 26 27 .27 .28 28 29, �4 Dream Woman Karen Del Kanic： __p Dream Angela Mazaika： Rachel Tamalicki： American Flag . Eagle Karen Del Kanic： ' Impressions A Bridger： Survival Anonymous： Dream of Bilan Kibbler： Antonio Marcario： Deep Thought Looking Back Lisa Madden： Antonio Marcario： Time Antonio Marcario： Games Poor but Proud Bemie Seeman： Summer Program.. Marisa Rae： Red Convertible .... Maiisa Rae： Joseph Gregorowicz Poems Julie Voelker： 〜一 ，， or … Right Wrong.. Prose Woman … Alex Bash： Obstacles in Flying Michael Valenti： Angela 〜 Mazaika： ToF.P.M.. Kimberly Courtney： Grandmother Frank Stoodley： Cutting the 八 Cake Joseph Gregorowicz The Minor Detail Kimberly Courtney： Christmas Kimberly Courtney： Donna Brian Kibbler： Fatal Thinking .... Christopher Beleskl： Dav/n Billy Harry： Lion ....30 ....31 ....32 ....32 ....33 34 34 34 35 36 36 37 38 39 39 40 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 ....49 ....50 ....52 Forward "Illusions of Reality," contains many poems and ' -' ' do with a kind of works of art 'having to emotion. Everyone uses some sort of emotion as a tool for producing art. The students who helped make this literary magazine possible provided great emotion in their work, and this shines through in the final product. I hope . we have provided an interesting ' ' *' J work, ， and1 that you, as the reader, will experience some sort of emotion with this year's literary magazine. In \class, I was very pleased with how the class worked, and they should be pleased with the work they have produced. I want to thank my class for getting involved as much as they did, and for their interest in the magazine. Finally. I want to thank the Upward Bound office staff, residential staff, academic and special interest teachers, and all of the students of the summer program. I am glad I had the opportunity to work with such an energetic group of people, and a group with a great deal of emotion. Paul A. Farber Instructor ��8 9 Love Sea of Love IVe realized a dream I don't understand Too far apart to bridge the distance Cause I laiow you'll soon discover I misunderstood Your silence I guess I'm all alone in Love After everything I can't imagine I understood I had it all Our love is like the sea It's changes constantly The sea is calm, when everything between us is all right My heart Is filled with love for you When the sea Is at high tide Barb Roman Blind Vision of Love As I gaze within your eyes. I wonder what you hold so dear. My stomach fills with butterflies. As these v/onders may become clear. You may be thinking of another man, Or of my secretive love. You may be thinking of when life began, Or none of the above. I hope your eyes show me what they hide. Which is more than v/hat I could see. I hope your eyes show me what is inside, So I could love you to every degree. Brian Kibbler Sometime our love changes, when a storm moves to sea This Is when we don't get along, when you and I are arguing My heart is torn apart, it's so hard not to cry This is when the sea is at low tide We must learn to live through these times 1( tides Whether they are at high orr low The sea is never ending This holds true for my love toward you Bernie Seeman �����20 21 Lwe Lost In Love With Your Dreams, Not Me Too wrapped up in your dreams You were happy so it seemed But I knew the truth I knew everything about you You were a great and beautiful girl The best in the world Until you became mixed up with the wrong crowd I tried to warn you, but you were too proud Eventually your wish was granted Your dream of being on top of the world came true I would of loved to congratulate you But that was something only the angels Were able to do Bernie Seeman. Jennifer Knight ����Dream In the still of the night In the bustle of day I find myself In a dream- far away... The sound of the waves Crashing against the shore The heat of the sum Feeling like Pele's lore The sound of the wind Whistling through the trees The heavy smell of salt On the same breeze The coconut milk So clean, clear and cool Quenches my thirst And replenishes my soul In the same dream There is also a man To share my love of life And to hold my hand As we walk into the moonlight Through the Big Valley trees He picks a flower And bends on one knee... But alas-it is time To wake up from the dream For even the dream Is not as it seems. Angela Mazaika , WUB '87, (Staff) E �����42 Obstacles In Flying Once the fog had cleared, I was able to fly in the airplane and see the world. I was able to see the land as a place of beauty, instead of the dark - and'"gloomy air I was xpassing '二through --- L ” at the time. The sun broke through the fog and brightened the land around it. I was able to witness the rolling hiDs and mountains. I had an enjoyable ride in the airplane my first time, and I now continue flying, hoping to earn my private pilots license. No matter if there is bad weather： rain, fog. or even snow, none of these things will stop me from flying. Just because there are obstacles in life, they should not really affect our goals. As is with fog. Obstacles vdll come and they will go. Moral： No matter what the obstacle, we should not let anything influence our goals and dreams. Mike Valenti To F.P.M. I remember the day so clearly. I was at the camper with everyone else. We were trying 一;-- — * … x ,-二 so ----_____ 1 2 ，一 to keep our minds occupied, we went fishing and had a Bar B-Q and laughed and played. ' I still feel guilty for having a good time that day. You never left my mind, but for a tiny span of time, you were pushed aside. And then a little old man came to us with a message. He told us to go back to town because you had taken a turn for the worse. The laughter stopped. It was late when we arrived at the hospital. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes as I walked into your room. Mommy was at your side and was fighting back tears. The doctor said you could probably hear us. He told us to keep talking and tiy to sound cheeiy. cheery. We held hands, said a prayer, and said good-bye. " I ： --------： ----------J '. … told you I loved you and didn't want 八一一二 you to die, and then left the room because it hurt my heart to watch-sad, angry feelings of why?!?% filled me. I drifted off into an uneasy i ：~ sleep. T The dream I had was of you. It was veiy vivid. You 一,耳 good-bye ~ * 1 me to be strong. said to me and told and that you loved me. As my sister woke me up, I was crying. I told her my dream and she told me that I must have overheard them talking because you had already died. I couldn't stop the tears, I didn't even tiy. I It has been eight years since that day and I still remember and I still ciy. I miss you with all of my heart and soul. Love, Daddy's Little Girl Angela Mazaika, WUB '87, (Staff) 43 �45 44 Cutting the Cake Grandmother My mother told me the news about my grandmother. At first, I was shocked. I could not believe that my Grandma, a person I loved very dearly, was at the hospital in Critical condition. She was the victim of sudden congestion heart failure. I asked myself so many times why it had to be her. I finally decided that there could be no one answer for this. Only time could and would tell her fate. Was she to live or die? I could only pray. The first night 〜 that my _ grandmother was in the hospitalI was the '''hardest. ' She was functioning on (only 15% of her own oxygen. ― The rest of the oxygen which she received 'was from an oxygen tank by the side of her bed. At this point. I felt helpless. Suddenly. I just wished that my Grandma would get better again so --tthat I could be 。given the chance to tell her how much she means to me. Well, days _ went by - and no change had occurred in her condition. One night, we received a phone call from my Aunt. All of us at my house feared the worse. But, to our 匕二二二~二 happiness and」delight, '. 二p …，we had learned that Grandma was moved from the Critical Care Unit to a Step-Down Unit. It was a miracle! She had pulled through for now. The worst part was over. I was g ；…the 二〜 chance L心口― to 〜二 ：： my given tell Grandma how much I love her and how special she is to me. Kim Courtney My friends and I were sitting in the cafeteria. We were talking about how bad the food tastes today. Brian, sitting across from me, started to tell a joke. We were all waiting for ' until he got hit with some the punchline mashed potatoes. The scums at the table next to ours decided to have a little fun today. Brian got up and flung back some cake. We hit the hugest of the bunch right in the face. Our table and others started to laugh and point at the kid. He got up and started to yell but couldn't be heard with all of the laughter. We didn't know what he said nor did we care. Somehow I knew that something was up. . I watched Brian go to his locker. A swarm of~ kids like bumblebees followed behind. Joe Cake, the kid that got hit with the food, chased Brian and pushed him against the locker. They started to rumble! Blood flowed from Joe Cake's swollen nose： Brian clearly had him beat. The crowd cheered. "Bake me a cake ...Bake me a cake." This made Brian fall to the ground with laughter. Joe Cake pulled out a knife and jabbed the champ. Brian, bleeding from his near-fatal wound, miraculously grabbed the knife and used it for icing the Cake. When Brian testified in court he answered the main question by saying "I guess the saying is true： You can't cut the cake and eat it too.11 Frank Stoodley �47 46 The Baby Rear's Christmas The Minor Detail Once upon upon a a time, time, there there was was a little diner in the Once middle of nowhere. Peter, a hard-working man, was a waiter at this fine restaurant. Mrs. Mrs. Goober came in r again 二*n. She was the nicest this morning for her usual cup of coffee. to seL set ---------foot and- most courteous person ever ever to loot in m the tne kindly Kmdly —-Dus person diner. diner. One One day, day, the business fell in ruin, and all of her dreams urre lost. Then and there he knew he would have to man find the arsonist himself. He used to be a^rough^ a 吁曾 himself before he came tv to work. Some people he 二,— »¥G*K. — 一~ r —x—tiiink ------ that 口 C arson fires. to look for clues. He started the fires.He " decided ' kitchen and snooped around. He found a went into the L— — .. .. n Th»» '京? In the sink with the IniUals M.G. The broken coffee mug f “ g those initials was Mrs. had only person he 匕-:knew whobelieve it at first, but he knew Marian Goober. Goober. He^didn't I ~ ，一.，, Marian 鼠 ・—祥… “ -- ---------- 」 how much she liked coffee. He decided to pay a visit. 二二 barged 二 in away The police in eand —took ------- him ------------ because the police and the neighbors were very suspicious of him. him.,, 封___ He sat in Jail quietly until his mother paid the fines. to see Mrs. He finally convinced his mother to take him tc *** MrR 3〜-二二 —，：Mrs. 二C 二 Goober. When they got there, Goober was on the _porch. She was and ouiawiijr scrawny,, axxu and xPeter's mother was shortl cuiu —- was sure . . — «• . - ■____ that this... was the..arsonist.- After forcing her to drink Peter s ~ . c. 4__ + ic crHer coflee, she confessed. She arsoned« the ___ restaurant in order 口s to + taste — that “ 5 "5j w ….Peter 一 said not horrible cofiee 35 again. — "Why 小」：: didn't you tell the manager?" She replied, "OopsK They took her away, and Peter was refunded for the damages to his house and workplace. They all basically lived happily ever after... EVEN MRS. GOOBER! This is for all of the curious little children that live In this vague world I Once upon a time, a little baby bear lived in the forest with his parents. He was very curious. While being curious, he also loved being adventurous. So. one day early in the morning, he decided to leave and explore t；〜 surrounding areas. Meanwhile, mother bear was looking for him. It was beginning to get later in the d; r. It was almost nightfell. Baby bear was still nowhere t， be found. Mama bear was beginning to become frantic. So, Papa bear decided he'd leave and go out to search for baby bear. At this time, baby bear was nearing the city. '' He saw all of these weird things. He wondered what all of the neat stuff around him was. Little did he know that It was now Christmas time and great celebrations were presently In occurrence. All of a sudden, baby bear was surrounded by humans. He thought that he was doomed for sure. But, they invited him Into their house for a Christmas party. He wondered whether he should or shouldn't go inside. Baby bear finally went inside the house. After looking all over the forest and not finding baby, Papa bear headed home to Mama. At the same time, baby bear was leaving the Christmas party to return to his den. The humans wished him well and a safe trip back. When baby bear approached his den, he decided never to leave it again. He concluded that there was a lesson to be taught and learned. It is better to be unadventurous then to be too adventurous and have to face your parents for confrontation about leaving without permission. This was baby bear's first and last Christmas party that he would attend. Joe Gregorowlcz Kim. Courtney �48 Donna In a small town community there lived a young woman named Donna. She had everything going for her. Strong, independent, friendly, outgoing, daring, and adventurous. That just about describes her. Despite some downfall, for the most part she was accepted by others for the person that she was. * One of the most Important people in her liie was her boyfriend Derick. Derick was a distinguished mechanic. He did his best to tiy and make a living for himself. Evexyone knew how much he loved Donna and her him. That's why everyone was so shocked when Donna disappeared without a word to Derick or anyone. Where had she gone to and why? Why would she leave town without a word? Derick could only wonder where Donna had gone to. He kept thinking and thinking of any clue as to her whereabouts. But he could find none. Was she dead or alive? God! Where could she be? As she flew across the sky, The miles began to pass. Donna pondered on how far away she was from the man she loved. , '〜• Derick , was a五 great guy and she loved him dearly, But. as much as she had E ttried ' ' to, she • could ■' not''bring herself his to tell him about the baby she was carrying.It " was '' chUd! Eveiy time she would think of telling Derick about the baby, something always came up to distract her. After many agonizing thoughts, she made her final decision. She knew what she must do. This is how she found herself on the airplane, She needed to get as far away from Derick as possible. It wasn't because she was ashamed of the baby. It was just that she didn't want Derick to have the burden of being responsible N ・J — — J ____ —，t fbr her and the child. — They were ,both young. If she couldn't live her life to the fullest, then she felt that at least he should be able to. j Slowly, Donna fell Into a deep sleep. She began to dream of all the happy times she had shared together with Derick. The laughter, the fun, it all seemed like it so long ago and so far way. 「 Donna suddenly was av/aken. She now knew what she must do. The minute she gets off the plane, she decided, would be when she would caU Derick to tell him that she was all right. She owed him at least that much. Didn't she? ?h, how she wished she could tell him htfr true reason for leaving. —“ f But, It stUl didn't seem like the right time. At least, not yet! 49 When Donna phoned Derick, It seemed as If the ■ , " -before '---------he wered. -------- It felt „ so good for phone rang forever answerer pleased to hear from her her to hear his voice. He was so『 上工 knowing Ing that she was okay. At this time, Donna^knew Donna Knew that mat aust return home to " Derick to tell him about" *the baby, she mt " take the pain of possibly losing him forever She couldn't c_ over her own stupidity. Derick was waiting for Donna at the airport when overjoyed with her light arrived. His eyes were c J " Ji, excitement when him and Donna embraced. As much as Donna was happy, paj of her was still afraid to _r leaving him. tell Derick the true reason for her « .Donna 三二二二a told Derick the truth. After a few days had passed, At first, he was expressionless. She thought that he was upset. But, in feet It was the other wayaround. -------- 口° He was 一，— .xj. tthe 如 ncv,~ amazed with news . The two of thei:m decided to live d together as husband and wife waiting for the arrival of the birth of their baby. Kim Courtney Fatal Thinking It was a scary situation when I saw the car coming toward me. "This shouldn't be happening to me". I thought. --- I --• — myeyes and andwait waitfor for All did was close 1U ~“ 项~ it to happen. The car hit 1 me so hard that I flew to the other side of the road. I didn't feel any pain and I didn't know why. Am I paralyzed or am I... dead? Why Why am am I thinking so negatively? dead? I could be perfectly fine and just have few scratches and bruises. I played this event over and over in my head. I g figure:out二what t was wrong with couldn't me. It Ewas ---- getting hot, very hot. Maybe t v. crthy of going to heaven. I I was not worth) g It am doing it again. agaLi. I* am =… thinking that positively. I I died. I have h…to 二think ------opened my eyes and I was in bed. just ° a "悟卜一 nightIt was my room. It was j--* mare but it seemed so real. I am so happy that It was Just a dream. Brlan Kibbler �50 Dawn In the dark streets of the fishing village, Reabt, a lene, cloaked figure walks lost in his thoughts, not aware of Jhe'fect : 二一that it's - -----past - EiArMht. midnight. He He doesn't doesn't fear fear the the rogues rogues he- 土fear that often hiding in the alleys, nor does ' …“the wolves ，— — 。 rava萨 the village after dark. He's not aware of the chilling fog that has blanketed ths streets. He doesn't feel the cold drizzle that's falling. Ths moon is full, but that doesn't bother him in the least. He makes no sound as he wanders the streets while the village sleeps. ° Finally after hours without rest he stops in front of rhe village's chapel. Staring at the central spire with its cross silhouetted against the moon, a single dark tear rolls do%-n his cheek. The figure wipes away the tear and continues on, a sense of profound longing in his cold heart. On he walks, this time with a set destination. He visit the pub down by the docks. When he gets there he stops outside and waits as one of the patrons leaves. The S^ure stares Intently into the other man's eyes, and after a long silent moment, the drunken fisherman says, "Please, enter and warm thy spiritl" The dark figure smiles icily and walks into the ]pub. _ o= … boy — dressed ____________ — was ___ .juggling _ d knives> in a A -young gypsy in rags comer, and an elven bard sitting by the Are played a flute for the customers of the bar. The bar Is brightly lit despite the gloom outside, The scents of ale and mutton are heavy in the air. There's about a dozen patrons in the bar. A group of adventurers sat at one table, one of which bears the garb of a cleric. Inwardly the stranger winces at the sight. In , one comer a「 '----•* * 、 — of this few unruly sailors were playing cards. None was of ； anyconcern --------- - to 匕匕 _一 him. It was on the large man at the bar that he focused his attention as he sits down at a table across the room. The stranger hears the big man complaining to the barkeeper about his fiancee. ,,After a v/hile the bard stops playing and approaches the cloaked man. "My name Is Torlanna, v/hat's yours?" l 'Kaiyan*, says the figure, his voice barely more than a whisper. ' u ,"A good evening to you, sir Kaiyan. Care to hear another tunc?" "Leave." Is the figure's reply. ，一_ q〜_______ .. 一匕•一一 ，_______ 一— The bard decides It wwuju would wc be vest best 2to entertain some , --------— -a 八 °t?cr -patron -------Instead. later the man at the bar —• Moments “.v 9 iolvi me big 5g man Pets tin ... rises . gets up anrl and leaves, tz Karyan quickly and, follows. 51 The clouds have temporarily obscured the light of the full moon. But Karyan could see Just as well as any ether time. other The larger man was sticking to the back alleys, for a man of his size has little to fear from rogues and thieves. But there are things more sinister In the dark. The only thing I'm afraid of Is myr fiancee, he thought to himself. After a few moments he tarrives at his front door and realizes he has lost his keys. As he starts searching his pockets he hears someone speak. "Need some help?" asks a quiet voice. A cloud passes from in front of the moon. In the distance the sound of a wolf howling is heard. Looking up the large man sees a dark figure In front of him. "I just lost my keys, that's all. My Lord!" the big man shrieked You cast no sha..." He doesn't get the chance to finish his sentence. With the speed of something unnatural. Karyan's hand grasps the man's neck like a vice. Despite his great strength, the man's struggle Is futile. Putting his other hand over the man's face, Karyan rips into his neck and begins gulping the red fluid pouring from the wound. Kaiyan can feel the power of the Immortal undead course through him as he feeds. To his senses it Is the purest of ecstasies, one that a mortal could never even imagine. To his mind, however, It's the most painful of tortures. In spite of the ecstacy he despises and loathes everything about this ghastly ritual. But feed he must and feed he would. Such was his curse. It Is nearing dawn and once again the cloaked figure is in front of the chapel. But this time he is on his knees weeping his crimson tears of blood freely. He will never see the beauty of the Inside of a church again. He will never behold another sunrise. For him there can be no pity, however, such is his curse. No one will ever understand him. No one can ever know what kind of hell he lives every night. But "no more" the figure thinks to himself. He won't cany on this dismal existence. He will see the sun rise one last time. As the first rays of dawn permeate the heavens, Karyan makes no attempt to find shelter. He has stopped crying, for he knows in his black, unbeating heart that soon :will finally rest, as he should have long ago. This mom in Realot everyone Is too busy trying to figure out who killed one of the sailors last night to notice the large pile of ash sitting on the cobble stone street In front of the village chapel. Chris Beleskl ��IlluSiOimS of Reaptg � Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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Title A name given to the resource Upward Bound Lit Journals 1992 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Provost's Office Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1992 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource PDF Type The nature or genre of the resource Journal https://omeka.wilkes.edu/omeka/files/original/6a6478fa31abc93f354af26a2e2e9cee.pdf d92ef6e67730731e7c28ba442dc5f23b PDF Text Text WiXLes Universtty UPWARD BOUND 25TH RNNIVERSRRY Literary Anthology �SIX WHEKJ Six weeks? I'll never make i t Chat： long. I 'm coming home foniorrow I tell you!! Oh. Good! A weekend. chance to see my fri〃nds! Time to start another week. Mom ' s here to visir me! Can my new friends come wi th us? ■■ You know this acci (. vi ty isn't ----- … ―was. as bad as I Chough t: it … Can we do this into free Cime ? Chrisrmas week, how stupid! I gof another noce coday. Ic made me smile. Only one more week. That 's sei'll a 11 tele ways off. Oh. oh, exchanging pre senCs. re days lefU Celebra cion of Achievemenr, boy it: came fast.. Time co say "Bye.' I wi sh i r woul d never end. Chris Zukoski 1989 1 ��ANOTHER VIEW YOU SLEEP. STRETCHED ACROSS THEFLOOR ON YOUR STOMACHUKEA BEAR RUG. YOU LOOK SO INNOCENT AS A BLONDE CURL HANGS OUT OF THE COLLAR OF YOUR JA CKET. YOUBREA THESOFTLY, YOUR LIPS PARTED SLIGHTLY ... YOURARLISFOLDED BENEA TH YOUR CHIN. AND THEN I SEE THE CHAIN ON YOUR BOOT, AND RECOGNIZE THESCAR ON YOUR CHEEK AND REALIZE YOU'RE NOT AS INNOCENT AS YOU SEEh-I. "The landscape of t/ie cify is purely fabricated," thought Racine, as she satpegging pigeons with bread crumbs in the midst of Cen tral Park. She ran her fingers through her ra ven hair and puffed indignantly on her cigarette. "It's all a charade." She dre w a quarter out of her jacket packet and strolled out of the park onto 81st Street. Plugging the quarter into a ne wspaper vejiderbox, she grabbed a copy of the "Post" and kept on walking... not looking at it or at anything else except her own feet pounding the sidewalk. softly behind him jnd made his wjy to the bathroom. She knew he'd returned, but wjj too involved with gathering her thoughts A moment Idler fie stared at her iivm the bathroom doorway. 'You're too quiet tonight, what's ejtm'you^ n "Cmere." she said clearing her throat He sighed and trudged into the cramped room 'Whjf" he sjid irritated by the tone of her voice. ^hce jacket, "she】 add. yanking it out from under the table ^Wjhhj tell me who S. Sherman is俨 She got up and threw the jacket at him. "What,s it this time. Sandy or Stanley?" ^What is this. The Grand Inquisition orsomenung^" he erupted. >n "I don't need to inquire, Ejby ..一 See ya later..." She picked up her bags and walked out. Shs sat in Central Park, pelting pigeons with bread crumbs, curbing the djrkness as it started to rain. Eddie Lupico Sc Janine Hyde 1985 Her apartment door opened without a key into a dark room. Only the dim Ugh tafa teJe vision Illuminated the four bleak walls. Mitchedl sprawled indifferently on the floor like a bear rug, empty cans and dirty djs/ies littered the floor around him, while a cigarette lay burning in the ashtray. She stared at him as he lay motionless in sleep, and began to bend orer him. She tapped him sharply with Zier 血& "Areyou working tonight, or jr/iat?" He rolled over and glared at her, watching her disappear into the darkness of the bathroom. The door banged shut. He fadedlyliftedhimslef off t/ie st^jned worn carpet... She came out afterMitchell had left and flopped an the unmade studio couch. "Crud..., “ she moaned, and removed Mitchell 'sjean facket out from underneath her. uWhat a grime.,. " She took another look at the jacket and realized it wasn't Mitchell's. "Crud... " She sat up and Jock again. She fumbled curiously through the pockets, removinggum wrappers, miscellaneous paper scraps and their address scribbled an t/)e back nfa ticket stub. She flipped the jacket around and found a name on the collar. "Who the_ ' • isM Sherman?" She de/nanded from an empty gm. She satin i in ujc the njit-jjcjj, kitchen, me the Jredglow cu ^durr uicite of her cigarette ujc the only light in the apartment. Mitchell closed the door softly 4 'F /^College 京 ����������What To Be A beautiful petal, part of a flower. One of na tare's gifts, from only one rain shower. A son^ it sings of perfect scent. The listener knows texactly ''what …心一 is meant. Sametines cruel things them bend. They are so delica. te they won Y mend. OLLEGn} THE FLOWER Many [any times I wonder W1「hat it's like to be An artist able to paint Everything I see. Other times I ponder How it feels to be A dancer leaping through the air So careless and so free. At times I often muse How it would seem to be A captain of a giant ship Sailing over the sea. There are so many things I'm able to be But for now I'll try and concentrate On being the real me. summer Tara Hill 1989 If you pick them, their life will end. Then fare ver gone is your friend. 1934 ACCOMPANIMENT Him bo TOSSING A BALL, HAVING IT RETURNED. SITTING UNDER A CHESTNUT TREE, BUT NOT ALONE. SLEEPING IN BED, BUT STILL ACCOMPANIED. RISING IN THE MORNING, TO BE GREETED ONCE AGAIN. THINKING OF YOU TERROR STRIKES. PANICKING. just sitting here in this empty room STARING AT MY PUPPY LYING MOTIONLESS UNDER THE CHESTNUT TREE staring at four bleak walls THIS WAS TO BE THE END OF MY ACCOMPANIMENT. BUT I AM STILL ACCOMPANIED IN SPIRIT. -thinking of you. just sitting here watching tears drop one by one on an empty white page ANNE MARIE KELLEY 1982 -thinking of you. Just sitting here -watching, waiting, wondering ... Wondering it you're thinking o( me! Lynn Sedmina 1982 27 ��z VIET HUNG HUYNH 1989 #¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥〃 l h xguH FREEDOM HAS A LIMIT LIKE A MAN DRIVING DRUNK DUMPS DOWN THE SIDEWALK HIS LIFE BECOMES REBORN. d o n /n b 塞 LIKE MY FAMILY, WE LEFT OUR COUNTRY TO FIND THE FREEDOM DOOR. AT LEAST WE FOUND RED, WHITE AND BLUE WITH FIFTY STARS. .w <!>£ E 。 二出 Inq 」 」 JO twu m e ide £ s. e s r X a U E OJ e E « J H B-SU 0 nl <D5 2 Mca M s 2 p ra0 S <UMu J £ 2 M<C j J ca >M s Jo £ OJ£ Us 2 M ' Te sU m CUI s <s r < ue p m je ON A SKY HIGH DO WHATEVER YOU LIKE. WITHOUT FREEDOM THERE IS NO RIGHT. L - 竺 FREEDOM AT LAST OF HUMAN RIGHT. FREEDOM IS NICE LIKE A BIRD'S FLIGHT. tjo o s ouesLH FREEDOM J luT nb I « 8£J9JJne 苛 ★★★★★★★★★★★★大女大女大大☆☆☆☆大☆女☆女☆☆女☆☆女女女女☆女 s. 矛 ln a 0 6 2 ��呀J 一所2排JOL? %1叫 曰JMLq乡灸1#顶$i 皿一兀 WHY??? September 1988 was my first dny nt Northwest Aren Hi3b School. Along with local people were some foreign students who had shown interest in studying at Northwest. I didn't know wha t kind of an experience I would have ar n new place. 祯?』T BfZL 27-^2/77^- E吻皿鹿y份寸^&以匆 The first day of school I felt different and nervous. I wondered if 1 would meet many people. Most of the 一 ____ time,,____________ I felt same people looking nt me strangely. It seemed as if they•thought thought that I wus an alien ~ been use I came cume from a different country, tind find a different background. A couple of weeks went by. While 1 was in my class, I could hear some students criticizing me because of the way I read and spake. I had a difficult time expleiinins my answers to the questions asked in class. In this situntion. I felt that I was useless, and not ns well educated as everyone else. When my classes had tests ar quizzes, I ttstta'" illy gut lower grades then everyone else. I also noticed tha t people judged me by my physical ' appearance. —They looked 1 at me niysteriously been use of thej way _ / dressed, and my mannerisms. It was very hard for me to understand why people treated me like an outsider. Sometimes, / put myself down, and J I' felt wanted to give up7 on everything; , " /ike a failure. I sometimes wonder why ， people have to judge other people. They dan't understand haw much their wards hurt me. Maria Elena Coniillo 1992 msg ��� Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Upward Bound Lit Journals, 1981-2016 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Provost's Office Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1981-2016 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource PDF Type The nature or genre of the resource Journal Text A resource consisting primarily of words for reading. Examples include books, letters, dissertations, poems, newspapers, articles, archives of mailing lists. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre Text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Upward Bound Lit Journals 1991 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Provost's Office Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1991 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource PDF Type The nature or genre of the resource Journal https://omeka.wilkes.edu/omeka/files/original/85f59a917e0f3d84e577d610decf6bdb.pdf 022a5b164270ca438998617a2693dc0f PDF Text Text ����VALARIE KLIAMOVICH AMY ZUKOSKI Knock! Knock! ShouId I answer it? How do I know who is there? Dong! Ding! Should I answer t? they bear? How do I know what t! bullet inside a They may be carrying a metal gun their heart... They may oe offering me heart ful1 of 1ove. Knock! Knock! _ out there? How could I tel 1 what Is Should I open up and see? — Dong! Ding! __ cannot tel 1 what is out there, You unless you open your heart and see. terra WILUSHEWSKI uLaughter一My PrescrIpt ion" Instead of frowns That wrinkle your face， Put a smlle In Its place. Instead of tears From a broken * *heart, Shead tears of Joy, Come one ,be smart! Isn't laughter Sweeter than crying? Doesn't it make 1 1 fe Worth the trying? So giggle, And smile~ at things, Instead of always crying Over what life brings. "Don't Leave Me Now!" 111 wish Mom wou 1 d get _ cold over__her already," I said to my father. He Just I ooked at me wi th a stern and somewhat scared face. I didn't real 1y understand why he looked that way, but then again I didn't real 1y care. My family wasn't too close, but lately my parents and the rest 一 of the family seemed to want to spend as much time as they cou1d together. My parents were on the phone a] 1 the time. 二 My parent's friends brought al】 kinds of th 1ngs to the house 1i ke f1 owers, cards, and food. “Wow," I thought to myself, "these people are strange! I wonder what's going on?" That night I began to wonder. My grandparents and parents sat me down at the kitchen table. "There is something wezve got to tell your" my grandmother said soft 1y. Everyone was silent, you cou1d even hear the dripping faucet. Then my mother began to cry. "What4 wrong," I asked, confused and sympathetic everyone at the tab 1e. "I have cancer," my mother sobbed, "What are you talking about? Things 1 Ike this don't happen to me or my fami 1y, I said to myse 1 f . Is my mother going to die?" As the days dragged by, I would si t and think abou t the t imes I … dl 一 d something wrong that disappointed my mother. All I wanted was for her to be happy. I often would stop and pray to God that He would spare my motherzs life. I wasn't real young at the time, , but too young to real what -''1 y 一 know ' -—was going on. Al 1 I knew was that I could 5 ������STAN MADERO "Fee 1 Ings for A IH15F p MS Dll bean one wrd 血 Friend" Hr： who was real 1 y bol d There was a girl and now It's cold, She broke my heart、— The feel 1 ngs we shared were somet imes sad. They broke my heart and made me mad. I often wondered really why Some feelings we shared make me cry. rea 11y great. The friendship we had was r --^-7 hate. Then when 11 stopped 11 made me 二二二二二 When feel Ings for a friend make you cry, All you can do Is wonder why? AMY ZUKOSKI "Sitting on the Sand" Provfrb 顼gphy 口y I was sitting on the sand one day, watching the boats dock In the bay. This little boy --------切二7 came up to me. I suppose he wanted to play. I was sitting on the sand one day, with this boy for a while. Sudden 1y he stood and 1ooked and gave me a smile. I was sitting on the sand one ― day, watching the birds fly high.' This little boy came up and said, "I have to say good-bye." I was sitting- on the sand. .一 years 1ater. watching the boats dock In the bay. This man came up to me. But had noth i ng to say. ��巳KIN NEWSUN BuriNic "The Waiting Room" "Mother's Hands" Go f i nd an i nsp icing pI ace to write something creative." she said to her 1i terary scholars. She paired us up We al 1 went and sent us off. di ffecent direct ions, not knowing where we'd end up. the two of us, Amy and We I, wandered around the campus, about couldn't make up our minds inside or anyth 1 ng--shou1d we go outside, be in a c 1 assroom or out in a hal 1 , sit at a desk or on the f 1 oor, write about this or that-一and I cou1d go on forever. Final 1 y, we sett 1 ed In the 1 ast place on earth you'd expect us to be Inspired by (Yet it was convenient)--the ladles' bathroom! Amy spread out on the floor and I curled up in the 1 ounge chair, my pen and paper ready to go, Just waiting for that moment of inspiration to fal1 upon me, however the only thing that did fall upon me was that stingy strong sme11 of ammonia. It did wonders for my stuff nose, though! But I was p] eased to know that the their job thorough 1y, Jani tors did because at my high schoo), our bathroom was filled wl th a 1 ots of odors.. .but, unfortunate!y for us, ammonia wasn't one of them. Anyway, we signed, scribbled, and shifted about trying, to come up with something interesting to write, and i f I was inspired by anything, it was the atmosphere of my surroundings, The ladies, waiting room Is not quite your average creat1ve thinking room, but donz t knock i t z t i1 you try i t! 2u , The smooth, creamy potatoes3 are tcrcd and dropped 2^1*. into the pot. quartered e...- ― —a hill hix • > of smooth ---- white stones. 2L3 small, strong hands My mother's quickly to carry the vegetables •、 the stove. Nimble fingers fasten the I Id. Her weathered hands were smooth and young 11ke mine once, and she doesn't mind. Those scars and wrinkles are beautiful to me. They are the signs of loving us. JOE FLYNN "Count Thy Blessings!" Count thy blessings! Listening to the waves crash against the rocks can be peaceful and calm and glorious. But be very .careful* because ous. the ugly wltch of the sea can appear and the ears cast a spel 1 on some of* you. of 1 Ife or the eyes of eternity can be gone 〜 forever forever.. The The lucky lucky ones ones who survive the spel1 must be willing to aid They are life's real their fe1 low man. Many t Imes we take 1 1 fe for heros• granted, but Count Thy Blessings! �BONNIE OAKES • Bob 、 pa E e T W《 F □ Z O Mh 3 T n s e —3 1ooked The boy wlthout ears the edge Down as he sat cn on the roof Of a big city r" , disturbed cr ime and With the violence^ below. Poverty which existed < a 2 the crying He was deaf to screaming of the tiny Visions beneath, He did not near the traffic on the Street. The only thing He heard was the pain, --- confusion the anger andI the 〜 j from h 1 s heart Screaming Am .. As ha he soared into the Violence, crime and poverty Which puzzled him so. ���THE MOST ToL ove. I。^/o 侧JJA凯£ OF A』re \/\!\「IK MLW£NT5 The H .<&a ct; ~lo AdmireZs To L.owe. cj 6 IHM OF NEVER USING With T槌 Mj nd_ TWO WORDS wra owe TMEODAHLE GIMEeR c.Au_DG,mphy BACy SCOTT WILL DO By'.TVrcvq^ 晶G C ugg 仕公\'\客 jpN： Cjxxc 29 28 ��������� Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Upward Bound Lit Journals, 1981-2016 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Provost's Office Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1981-2016 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource PDF Type The nature or genre of the resource Journal Text A resource consisting primarily of words for reading. Examples include books, letters, dissertations, poems, newspapers, articles, archives of mailing lists. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre Text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Upward Bound Lit Journals 1990 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Provost's Office Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1990 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource PDF Type The nature or genre of the resource Journal https://omeka.wilkes.edu/omeka/files/original/82a8279160b35124331b87d3c9d8bcd3.pdf cb6a0f2e9df3f3553d808f522813bb37 PDF Text Text ��FREEDOM Freedom at last pt human right, Freedom is ni Like a bird's fIight. On a sky high Do whatever you like. Wi thout freedom There is no right. Like my family. We left our country To find the freedom door. At least ue found Red. white, and blue Wlth fifty stars. w Freedom has a limit Like a man driving drunk. Dumps down the sidewalk His 1ife becomes reborn. -Viet Hung '少 . » • • ��THE ATTIC The young girl smiled as she wiped the dust from the first of many boxes In the old As she looked around the room she attic. noticed that everything reminded her of her grandmother. Although the place was dirty. with a musty snelI dominating it, the attic evoked feelings of contentment and still warmth. On the wall, right in front of the girl, hung a picture of her grandnother. The picture made her remember the spaghetti that her grandmother was known for making. She could almost see the steam rising from the pot pasta and smell the garlic, parsley, of oregano, and sweet red wine from the tomato feel her almost She could sauce. grandnother's soft, gentle, but strong, hand coaxing hers to help mix the Ingredients. Irrmedlately, a genaation of deep satisfaction swept over the girl. Opening the 1 Id of the box revealed many The most of the old woman's possessions. ~ her embroidered cherished Items were The girl recalled that the tablecloths. grandmother made one for each grandchild. They were always made with thread of bright, warm colors, such as red, yellow, fushia, and mauve, along with plenty of orange,. patience. The complex patterns of iIowers were reflections of her love for the children. As the girl turned away from the box, she waw a beautiful whi te taffeta gown; it was her granctnother's wedding gown. The top of it had antique lace and pearl buttons, and the train was ful1 length, with intricate designs around the edges. She held the gown close to herself and could smell the faded scent of her grandnother's perfume. She seemed also, to feel the pale, baby-skinned arms around her. It was just as if she were hugging the plump, Qrey-haired uocnan right then. The young girl smiled as she put the !id Back on the dusty box in the old attic. She was content now. A tear welled up In her eye, but it wag a tear of Joy; she knew that her grandmother could never be forgotten. The memorIea of her grandnother scattered around the attic gave a sense of warm love and gentle happiness to the girl and kept those feelings in the room forever. -Lisa Madden •Landscape" -BI 11 McCabe ��REALITY I am sitting lonely in the night， With no one to share this heart of might. It is dark and gloomy here. I sit in fear. THE WINDOW I sit at my window as the rain trickles down. At first It was slow Enough to make a child frown. The delicate drops slide down the pane As the fierce thunder roars, and It's all go untame. As frightened chiIdren wish for ■Never More* -Lisa Romashko -Jim Gillespie FOR THE 'DEAD (but especial)y, for the Iiving) POETS", AND FOR THOSE OF US WHO COULD BE AMONG THEM f f / "Darte Center" -Bi 11 McCabe Carpe Diem! Grow into who you know you are. Be unbound from the tethers of Mat you think you shou1d be. . Be yourself, but donzt concentrate on yourself too long. Look at the world in a new light. Your own. Scream. Yell. Love. Live — because one day you wi11 no longer. Dance. "Gather ye Rosebuds." Don't give up. There is no easy way. 'til it no longer does. Life goes on Study — Pray - Cry Dream Live Follow in your own footsteps, but heed good advice. To everything there is a season. Know the season. Seize the day! -Jennie Gruenloh ��AN EXPERIENCE The fish wondered what I was doing there. A human invading their territory as I swam around the waters of Harvey's Lake. Not just swinining, but breathing under water Just like them. Well, Self Contained Underwater S.C.U.B.A.: almost. Breathing Apparatus is how It's done. And what a Being able to breathe and survive in an concept. environment where I would otherwise suffocate. Seemed I ike a lot of equipment was involved at first, but each piece was much needed and not difficult to use or put on. First the wetsuit, covering the torso and arms, to keep the body warm in the cool depths. The wetsuit hood muff I Ing the outside sounds while providing grateful warmth. The oxygen tank, fire-engine red, strapped onto my back, it's hose supplying the vital element through a mouthpiece. The fins provided the universal power through the propulsion solvent. A belt of Iron weights carefully proportioned to keep me from floating upward, yet not too heavy to slow me down. Last, but certainly not least — the mask -my window to the underwater world. As I swam around in the sha)low water of the lake, I practiced al I I had learned in the pool the day before. The movement of the fins stirred the bottom making vialbi1ity touah. I was anxious to get to deeper water. I didn't have to wait long. Before I knew It. we were diving to the depths. The hardest part was trying to equalize the pressure created as I went further down. Sometimes my ears would -pop" as they should, other times I really had to work to get them to equalize properly. I saw al 1 kinds of interesting things down there: old rusty sunken boats, a few more fish, and even an old wooden to!let seat. At that level my legs were rather cold, but the rest was well protected by the wetsuit. There were all kinds of welcome sights, sounds and feel Ings： seeing a few fellow divers after being separated (If only for a few seconds), or even their bubbles rising nearby; feel Ing the water get warmer as I rose fron the colder depths; my ears popping, thus relieving the pressure; the si lent communication wlth a friend. "Itzs cold,* or GThat's heat." Without a doubt, the most satisfying stimulus was the sucking sound of the oxygen entering the mouthpiece and allowing the uderwater exploration to continue. In a sense it was a whole new world, yet one with many elements of our own; fears, doubts, warmth, Joy, lonlIncss, cold, and certain necessities. 1 Ike life. Something to live. Something to love. Something to experience. -Duffy Whitmer _；- o O 0 D a \ o V. o ����HOW TO MAKE A BOING ZO 1. 3. 4. 5. 6. Take a ruler ana squash paper around it, forming a ball. Use a rubber band to keep the bal 1 bound together. Draw funny face on doing 'o. Let features dry. Beat teacher over head with boing 'o. Cry when teacher takes boing 'o away. -BUZ BUZ Circus The child smiles, grasping the mother 1 hand, His eyes twinkle with delight ・ The unny, men tumble and jumble, The animals roar and neighz obey the whip， The bar swings up high, carrying the ro. passenger to ” and Popcorn and candy abound, sticky and gooey 〜 , But the child leaves with a smile, a balloon, and a story for all. -Michele Fine — <o; O J I c s — 0C T C o-r -t =20= ��THE PAPER LESSON ,So anyways,* Chelsey continued, 'as I was saying before Brenda Interrupted, there was no paper back then 1 Ike there Is now, so these monks and al 1 had to make It on their own.' ,VIth what?' asked Robin curiously. Chelsey smiled and said, 'Anything they could find. They would use bark, pieces of wood, all kinds of little garbage." The other girls' faces twisted in disbelief as Chelsey continued. 'You see, they would take all this stuff and mix it in with water until it was al 1 soaked. Then, taking a screen of some sort, they would put it on a container and then put a hoi low square on that. After that, they dip the container In, scoop up the mixture, and let the water drain out. The residue, which was the stuff they put In the water, would remain on the screen and It would be set out to dry. After It was dry, a weak form of paper existed.1 ■Vouldn't It be awful rough, or worse yet, real thin?' asked Brenda. ,Wei】，yeah, It was, but they just took their time writing and went real easy on the stuff," repl led Chelsey. 'They must have used awfu 11 y light pens/ giggled Robin. •Actually," Chel?' announced, 'they used feathers to write with. =24。 Brenda looked at Chelsey wlerd. 'You mean to tell me that they went out and plucked feathers from birds to write with!?' Chelsey nodaed and said. 'Yep. You see, they would cut the end at an angle, file the tip to_ the shape they wanted the letters in, then make a tiny slit in the end., •What was the slit for?* asked Brenda. *To keep ink running down the t】p,"" answered Chelsey. •Hey,1 Robin said as her face 111 up, "do you think we could make our own paper? We could use newspaper bits and lhere's wood shavings out In the clearing from my dad cutting the trees.' "Where are we going to get the feathers?" asked Brenda. .… down the road has some old ■Mr. Harris quill pens. I saw them once. Maybe he would Iet us borrow them,* added Chelsey. "I have ink bottles too, at home.' The girls smiled at each other, jumped ran out of the room, and went to make their 'paper' and get their 'pens'. -Michele Fine ��PERSONALITY PROFILE By Michele Fine She I Ives in a smal1 room (for now). but ! t does have,, a certain homey aspect to It.Her " casual — black are clothes plaid shorts, white t-shlrt, moccasins •- but comfortable for .her …一. She's fighting with her hair though, because i t won't go right for her. Mary Jean Baird, 17, may have given the impression that she is preoccupIed with herself, but i n all actual 1ty, she is concerned the Upward Bound about more program and its people. the a member of ,Being she says clearly ana program,* , is a chance of a definitely, lifetime and 1 appreciate it very be a senior next much. I'll school year,,the busiest year of I am very happy for all my life. …一 help Tom Thomas, program the counse1 or and Anne Graham, program director, have given me. Without them, I know I would have been confused about choosing a college, like and everything applying, They are here for me. to that. help me, and I thank them for that." She goes about her business 1 ike everyone else in the program: puts on her radio, straightens her room, things of that nature. matter-of-factly, She adds5 sunmer here, •This is my second : ana the program has changed in last year's. some ways from Students weren't as pleasant and frindly as they are this year. Last summer there was a lot of rowdiness and some people were enjoying this out. kicked summer more because the people are nicer, calmer." program Many say the director, Anne Graham, has one of the hardest Jobs jobs around. around, Mary Jean agrees. agrees, but al also says respectfully, * If Anne's posi tion needed to be filled, I'd apply in She works with so many a second. people, she tries to give us kids a chance ''''" !ri life. I think that's great and I give her all the credit in the world for what she I think she's does for us. really great lady." Mary Jean sees the program i very in its people and notices She way. adult-1ike things that most other students don't concern themselves with. "In my stay with the program, . I' ve noticed a definite pattern of the attitudes of the students,* _，— "They come in wild and she says. rowdy ana, through their stay, become settled, mature." She adds aefInitely, ■I think they realize responslbi1i ty to have they themselves now, they've broadened I' just wish their horizons. ' ' that so many people« didn't have to be There are so many turned away. ' that aonzt get this opportunity and i f s real)y sad." Bound"s Upward of Part chance for the tealures scuaents to offer something to the Be It volunteer work, program. representative . of students, and so has a chance to ' -every student stu on give something back. Jean says without Mary ,They (Upward Bound hesitation, people) want us to get a good education, to make something of go to can I ourselves, If grades, good get col lege, graduate, and succeed in life. I think that's the greatest thing I can offer the program.* �But her personality, compassion and concern go beyond the program. "She tries to give advice to everyone, always Is there to help others. She has to be one of the nicest people in the program, says Sara Mai kernes, a fel low student. Mary Jean also 1 ikes to keep herseIf busy. She usually 1istens to music, dances around and sings. But that, _ besides she enjoys playing soccer, basketball, and sof tt)al 1. •Tm very energetic," says Mary Jean. * I can't sit still for two minutes. I guess I'm hyperactive, but I'm always having fun.' SHOULD ROCK 'N ROLL BE BANNED? By Sara Mai kernes One night ini a sna11 town in Seattle, a; teenager committea suicide, The parents in the town blamed the song "Suicide Solution* by Ozzy Osbourne for the death. though the song even disapproves of the idea, the parents petitioned to have the song removed from the radio and record stores, Was this the first step for the censorship of rock 'n rol1? A small group called the Parents' Music Resource Center Is trying to persuade the Supreme Court to vote on an act that would put warning labels on records. According to the PMRC,. those records have vulgar or crude lyrics or pictures. The PMRC also wants to ban offensive songs from the radio and record stores. Among the 'offensive* records are 'Faith* L by “ George —一 — 'a "Like 'Likp A Michaels and Madonna's Prayer." These records plus many heavy metal records are said to be * inappropriate for sensitive or impressionable Iisteners," _ to according Tipper Gore, the organizer of the PMRC. The PMRC blames the music for the Increases in teenage pregnancy and suicide. They be]ieve a song would be more likely to cause a problem than deep emotional troubles would. Come to think of it -what does TV cause teenagers to do If the music causes pregnancy and suicide? With TV kids are exposed to sex and violence everyday. Before parents push any more to destroy an art form they clearrly dislike, they shou1 a attack the things that wi]1 have a bigger impact on …一 future such as nuclear war the ana the ozone depletion. JOB PLACEMENT： OPPORTUNITIES FOR THE FUTURE By Michele Fine Every Monday and Wednesday or one Tuesday and Thursday at o'clock p.m., they faithfully walk to wherever they must go and begin to learn something about a career, an opportunity that )asts forever. They are teenage students at WiIkes Co)lege Upward Bound Summer are Program who part of the Volunteer Job Placement Program. one From o'clock until three-thirty p.m.・ they interact with the adults of the community the on their (adults'〉 turf workplace. �■My opportunities are countless," says Krisann Jackson, 17, who works at the Medical Society on Tuesdays and Thursdays. ■Mr. Kersteen, my supervisor, has told me many stories about the history of the medical profession and of the Society, which is where doctors come to join the American Medical Association and have meetings. Since Izve been there, I've met quite a few area doctors who I may be able to use as references later on when rm studying to become a doctor.H aren't But if students 1 earning the history of a career, they're becoming a part of 11. Christine Okrasinski, 16, works for the Child Development Counci 1 at one of their local day care Whether she is watching centers. chiIdren or changing diapers, she is Hgetting closer to the kias. developing relationships. relationships, and learning about kids in general. I'm not exactly sure what I want …it will be but to do later on. 一 something to do_ with kids. This is giving me tthe ；~ headstart I need to get along a；—p better with them in < the future.*1 And even those who are in a career (other than their desired one are learning something. Sara \ works in Aamissions Mai kernes, 16, for Wilkes CCollege on Mondays and says, ""■■■ "Even She Wednesdays. though I want to be a doctor, Admissions gives me a working In chance Vo talk to many people that the at rank important hold I may have to go to them col lege. Iater on in life for entrance to It another co)lege, or this to develop social me a 11ows relationships and gets me to talk more.* Opportunities last a lifetime, and Mary Jean Baird, 17, still draws on her experience from last year. . ,I worked at Victims' Resource Center, and from there *I learned responsibility for myself and my — -work, and•-I got to know and meet people in the conmunlty. I use all of that to help me get .. along with people . now.• Upward Bound Program Counselor Tom Thomas says, * Job placement is an excel lent opportunity for the students to experiment wi th a career. learn responslbl1Ity, and to use the experience to decide on a career for the future. Al though a few have said the Jobs can get du 11 and boring at times, they do enjoy the opportunity and are taking advantage of it.' So even though it sometimes can be 'dull and boring," these students are receiving opportunities that r many adults aian'i, and they arei getting a 「— ■— ' in headstart the fast-paced working worId. MALE STUDENTS RAID GIRL'S FLOOR By Michele Fine Panaemonium broke 1oose 1ast night when a group of Upward Bouna the girls" fourth boys raiaed rooms at Miner Hal I, floor yielding water guns and ba I loons and yelling various comments, an unidentified inside source reported late in the evening. According to the source, the boys raided the floor around 10:25 p.m. when most of the girls were already in their rooms. The raid lasted only a few moments, but there was a considerable amount of mess left behind. One of the floor's counselors, Jenny Gruenloh, is as quoted saying, ■This 'This was unnecessary and childish, and I wi 11 see to it that those involved are given a strict punishment." ���������� Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Upward Bound Lit Journals, 1981-2016 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Provost's Office Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1981-2016 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource PDF Type The nature or genre of the resource Journal Text A resource consisting primarily of words for reading. Examples include books, letters, dissertations, poems, newspapers, articles, archives of mailing lists. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre Text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Upward Bound Lit Journals 1989 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Provost's Office Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1989 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource PDF Type The nature or genre of the resource Journal https://omeka.wilkes.edu/omeka/files/original/5fb9e3fe3a5d2d862a5fab452e909aa7.pdf 6e8c529362d7580cf4cbbc4623ba5db0 PDF Text Text ����������THEFT I once had a dream that was so relaxing I will never forget it It was) a dream about stealing. It was a dream with Q 】ot of action, but somehow very calm. The first thing I remember about the dreom was waking up in the middle of the woods. I was lying flat on my back. I woke up seeing treetops as I was lying in the leaf-filled grass. I rolled over on my stomach and I saw a big fence with borbed wire on top of it. There were people cheering and screaming inside. It was a concert. I walked along the fence to find a way in. After o long walk, I come tor on open gate. I paid six dollars to get in and miked past the bleachers. I saw a dusty track surrounding the stage. I walked onto the track and stored at the stage, waiting for the bond to come out. The bond entered in on motocross motorcycles. They were oil CR 500's. The lead singer almost ron me over. He stopped about twenty feet away from me ond gave the bike to some woman who was pushing a stroller with a boby in it. I begon to walk toward her and she begon to walk the bike toward the gate. I caught up with her ond asked her if I could toke o ride. She sold nothing ond honded me the bike. 22. As I sot upon the beast of o motorcycle, 1 felt completely relaxed. I started the bike and shot out of the gate. I went into the woods to a motocross trock. After obout ten minutes of riding, I said to myself, nobody knows I hove this bike. I could just take it home and keep it. Then I flew off the trock onto the street. I began to ride to mg house. As soon as I passed the first comer I realized I was being chased by the police, so I popped the bike into sixth gear and left them behind in a cloud of dust I was going about ninety miles on hour when I hit a huge speed bump. I was Hying through the air on mg bike. When I was just about to smoothly land the bike on the rood I woke up. -Doug Sokoutis -23, ����Marching, watching, I led my forces to battle. The climate thickened with showers of metal, which kept falling gracefully, like snow on a cold winter morning. I watched my flock as they began to wither away at the sound of the conflict, but for myself, I regarded them as leaves falling off an autumn tree. Through the bloody contest I encountered a feeling, not of dreadful fear nor frigid despair, but of inflaming courage, which spurred me on, to march on that path, that path that led my leaves to fall from the tree. ，冬 Im Trut The March n J h & AS- ◎ o ^ l ^ -Ron Stoker CALLIGRAPHY 3Z. -Phuong Ngu 53. ���TENNIS It is sometimes called sport of the pro. Players on court, always on the go. -here 1s women *s f mens *, singles , doublef Only one side, at the end, in trouble. In England, it is the largest bet ?o see who wins "Battle of the Ne t." The winners stand proud, and also fall, 3ut losers win as they take all. The best part is at the end, When rivalries become one friend. -Kimbo 言 ¥ i ■= s :: a !£» ■■■ ! TENNIS RACKET -Kim Kalinas ��CHANGES There vas a wise man . He came to the Well of Souls The re he found great joy but some hu urt *•r in mingling with the souls .. He changed for fv the better. There was a shy but smart gir1 She came to the Well of Souls . 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So os you con see, this person is a very beautiful person to have around. She has tall the emotion and intelligence that are needed to moke life enjoyable. So don't pick on little people because they play o very speciol port in people's lives. -John Pelchar He's a fun kind of guy, And that's no lie. Even though he's shy, He's sweet as a pie. Ihat's because... John is very unique and He has a cute little physique. He likes to bowl. That's no bull. That's because... John is very unique and He has a cute little physique. Every morning , rain or shine, You can count on John's smile As he goes that extra mile To give you your paper. Then he starts on his .way Until the next day. That1s because... John is very unique and He has a cute little physique. -Sherri Marabell ������ Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. 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Title A name given to the resource Upward Bound Lit Journals, 1981-2016 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Provost's Office Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1981-2016 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource PDF Type The nature or genre of the resource Journal Text A resource consisting primarily of words for reading. Examples include books, letters, dissertations, poems, newspapers, articles, archives of mailing lists. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre Text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Upward Bound Lit Journals 1986 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Provost's Office Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1986 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource PDF Type The nature or genre of the resource Journal https://omeka.wilkes.edu/omeka/files/original/53405178ce32eb4080372d871701e407.pdf 659e62a54a5604a9b4d832d626c83211 PDF Text Text �����������Merry Christmas Scene: In the hall outside Mr. E's room where the characters are exchanging period has just ended-the joyous holiday wishes. December 21st ,7th ~ 」…一 -day be-fore Chr>stnias vacation. MAN WITH NO NAME He si ts in huge room everyday ^rom the t ime he gets home until the time he goes _ to si eep. He i s a tai 1 , thin man, who has dark eyes. Uhen he looks at himself i n the mirror, he puts himsel-f down. This man is 1 onely because nobody euer talks to him. The little chi Idren make -fun o-F him. You see, his parents died when he was just a baby. He was then put in a . ■Foster home. INo one ever adopted him. He thought that he was a -freak Cast: Mr. £--teacher Daryl--sen i or guy Jackie--senior gal Eddie--junior fellow Daryl exi ts Mr. E-'s room and, walking, turns and waves his hand. because o-f this. Daryl: Merry Christmas, Mr. E. Mr. E: You too, Daryl. Jackie <turning): Bye Daryl , Merry Christmas. Jackie Clean _ ■forward i n ecstasy): He wi nked at me ! Eddi e (sarcast i cal 1y): Exc i ted? She glares at Eddie with i ndignant displeasure. cddie: Merry Christmas Mr. E, Jackie. She murn；urs likewise and the two 1 eave together. Eddie: Uhat i-F I winked at you? Jackie (going to other side o-f hal 1)! Bye G1 enn! The End -Edd i e Lud i co Ep i1ogue Scene: Third -f 1 oor main stairwell, January 2nd, the day after Christmas vacation. Hon>eroom has just ended and students rush joyously to class. Daryl 1eans on rail ii I talking to -fr i ends. By some -freak coincidence , Jackie and Eddie mee and descend together. Eddie: Hi Jackie! Jackie: Hi! Eddie: I wrote a play. Jackie; What? Eddie: 1 wrote m play about you, Jackie: About me? Eddie: Yeah, when he (points pen skyward) winked at you, I ran home and wrpte a play. Jackie: When who winked? Eddie thrusts his pen upwards conspicuously and slightly aggravated. Don't embarrass me! She laughs. He laughs. At the second -f 1 oor they diverge. The End -Eddie Lupico 20. l HHl w M M l ・ 1 Jackie (looking up): Oh! 皿 Daryl winks at Jacki& . At the age of 18 he was on his own. He neuer met anyone uho would 1ove him or whom he cou 1 d 1 ove, and he never made any -friends. And so, he lived as a hermi t most o-f the ' and.............. al 1 o-f the night. > -Kathy Thomas "Pigeon Lady" She si ts on the bench, twirling hergreasy hair. Just sitting there. 弓he braiding her hair? People walk by and she tr ies to speak to them, but they don't 1isten. Maybe she's trying ti > 9® t them to not ice her by twirling her hair. I wonder i i she does th i s everyday. A boy and girl walk ouer to her and say something; she 1ooks so happy. When they leave, she looks a-fter them, as if to say, "Please come back, children." Is that a tear I see in her eye? Talk to the pigeons, lady, they listen. -Jenn i e Gruenloh TEST You sit there. I si t here. Our stares and our glances at one another are not met. >n, waii, I wish, wait, tand wait. You, do you kn< know what you want? Me' Him? John Doe? Can't you see that I really love you? pat 'i ence? Are you testing me, tryi ng my L --- " the -game and I will win you. I can play , You will want me, not o-f -forced will, but o-f your own desire. For now though, the game goes on and Checkmate is g< y moves away. -Clido Gardjulis 21 . ��'EAR ~H= =_-2x D；HOND slop-o-1unch at Melrose Group Home for 一一 ci eaned UP 一. after . just You 一一 De-! and you're on your way to the Gateway Cinema wi th your J-_ £"七 J.D. '5 becau=-c 'esterday, after professional wrestling on T.U., Appleseed …’ J we all need OUT. ano Bubt-a basted the 1 iuingroom •furniture cress t?.e -.ch ；.eeds under the trestle and up the tracks until you come that huge old, D.a^iond Bridge crossing the Susquehanna E'】 ra.read br i dge has been the scene o-f many a -fatal falling, even not too long ago. You -feel the terror as you -foot -for the sturdy _ …一the •二 •：- _-： 、：-? — where there's any rail i1 i ng 一一 pl inks, )r.j that rusty railing and the river only ankle deep at the most. If you -fel 1 -from EDU'd = 一 ( = h& ! zr.z • z•_ 'd tr&aK yours&l -f up pretty bad. Yc.j rciteri-Dyt and the sight rdei teenagers drinking beer under the g i rders Tner e are ==.er J.D.'・ and throw you d-t ■ttem ni=ke= you suspect they'll side-up with your J.D. over — 1 i Ke the Hannon murder that one winter where he threw the Price -1 tr.-r stgr： the i ze 11 you-re the -first one ouer you can cal 1 out to the gang to come on you H you're not the -f i rst one over... ch ； ckens, ard de '： : z~t j n the i r -fear . Th i & i Sr j tlge. -r y living at Melrose Group Home, near The Black Diamond -Craig Czury to Dick Laur ie) (Thanl 27 _ ����������".. EI. . ����� Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Upward Bound Lit Journals, 1981-2016 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Provost's Office Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1981-2016 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource PDF Type The nature or genre of the resource Journal Text A resource consisting primarily of words for reading. Examples include books, letters, dissertations, poems, newspapers, articles, archives of mailing lists. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre Text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Upward Bound Lit Journals 1985 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Provost's Office Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1985 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource PDF Type The nature or genre of the resource Journal https://omeka.wilkes.edu/omeka/files/original/1db5fd98d9362d5752d95f2fe6bfbf21.pdf 1dc5ecf527d50ee18626f63483070c5e PDF Text Text ���SUNSET As the sun drifts over the horizon, the sky begins to overflov/ with color： Orange, Pink, Red, and Yellow. Slowly the colors float and run together-... A sunset has been born LINDA MOORE FLOWERS OF DIFFERENT COLORS Green, yellow, and orange； Beautiful flowers blowing in the wind. The days pass on, and day by day they lose their color. Then it fades away. Fall has come. The leaves have fallen off the trees； There is a "brisk wind, winter is near. It gets colder and colder； the snow finally falls, Then spring comes once again? The sun shines £ . brightly, and the flowers bloom once again. CHRIS ROWLANDS o 0 ��THE FORGOTTEN MEMORIES The forgotten memories were stirred up from long ago pictures. Theo remind me 3 _: ： of times =past Th」happy and sad. They bring back thoughts that ■that are stored in my mind. CHRIS ROWLANDS [1 WE BECAME FRIENDS ALL OF A SUDDEN We became friends all of a sudden. Being friends, we laughed, argued； and cried. Developing such a friendship, we thought would never die. When we want cour — separate ways, we swore to be ct there 七 always. Eventually, we became distant. Years later we met again, and by this time we had become foes. 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Title A name given to the resource Upward Bound Lit Journals, 1981-2016 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Provost's Office Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1981-2016 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource PDF Type The nature or genre of the resource Journal Text A resource consisting primarily of words for reading. Examples include books, letters, dissertations, poems, newspapers, articles, archives of mailing lists. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre Text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Upward Bound Lit Journals 1983 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Provost's Office Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1983 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource PDF Type The nature or genre of the resource Journal https://omeka.wilkes.edu/omeka/files/original/f6184a16f97fc1d2b3fe0507c4aeee8a.pdf 156faba8a79c05f1130093ca3768fee1 PDF Text Text ����������������������������� Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Upward Bound Lit Journals, 1981-2016 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Provost's Office Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1981-2016 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource PDF Type The nature or genre of the resource Journal Text A resource consisting primarily of words for reading. Examples include books, letters, dissertations, poems, newspapers, articles, archives of mailing lists. Note that facsimiles or images of texts are still of the genre Text. Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource Upward Bound Lit Journals 1982 Creator An entity primarily responsible for making the resource Provost's Office Date A point or period of time associated with an event in the lifecycle of the resource 1982 Format The file format, physical medium, or dimensions of the resource PDF Type The nature or genre of the resource Journal