Lake Side View by Mr. Michael Silva

The sky was blue,

The sun was beating down,

Shortly after the clouds came around.

The air smelt like fresh cut grass,

A guy was reading a book across the lake to let the time pass.

The breeze was blowing,

The lake was clear enough for the orange and grey fish to be showing.

SUV’s and Cars pass the lake,

Diving ducks came to the shoreline for a break.

Students walking by were talking loudly,

A helicopter flew by even though it was cloudy.

The leaves of the palm tree ruffled in the breeze,

A snapper turtle popped out of the water to breathe.

Cigarette smoke was in the air,

Grey birds flew around without a care.

There were ripples in the shiny lake’s surface,

Many students were writing with a purpose.

There were students on benches passing time,

It was a beautiful day, Ever so fine.

Order by Maria Balcelo

Abstract inspired by the many beautiful abstracts online, acrylics on canvas board

Ms. Maria Balcelo: It's Me by Me

Self portrait in the style of Vincent van Goth , acrylic.

Survival in College by Yasmin Moses

As I embark on the next stages of my academic career, I have met some incredible professors and former classmates who have become my peers here at Miami-Dade College-north that have become like family to me, and have kept me motivated through my turbulences and fears in completing my program,. I would like to take this opportunity to thank the College Prep Department and Reflections Magazine editors Professors Marlene Cueto and Bert Lorenzo. Thank You for inspiring me and helping me coordinate the first college prep poetry contest, and in instilling good values and etiquette in preparing for the college life. I wish you all the best, may God Bless you all. It has been a rewarding road to continue successfully in college; therefore, sharing this appropriate editorial for future students who enroll in college prep courses has come at the appropriate time when it can be useful to others because it has helped me in the regular college courses and will continue to do so in the future.

There are many survival tips for college students; however, I would like to share a couple of my own that I believe will be helpful from a student’s perspective. Here are my top 4:

1. Plan: Often I found many of my classmates cramming for tests, and trying to fit in their work and class schedules to study. If you have a daily routine where you work and attend school, take a 20 minute break for yourself. Plan your day according to what classes you have the next day, and 2 or 3 weeks prior to study for an exam.

2. Focus: If you are taking more than 2 classes each semester, you should focus on those classes individually. For example if you have classes Monday through Friday, and you also work, wherever you are at a specific time focus on that place and time. Don’t wonder about tomorrow’s class, or schedule unless you have an exam.

3. Stay calm: Remember the only way you cannot make rational decisions throughout your semesters in college is if you panic! When worse comes to worse just stay level –headed, and you’ll get through everything just fine.

4. Never say “I can’t”: I’ve learned from many of my College-Prep Professors that you should never utter the words “I can’t” because “You can”! If you think negative then negative outcomes will come to you. Never limit yourself in the possible things you can do.

Making a Change through Education by Mr. Darius Orjuna

Reflections Magazine: 2009 Poetry Contest Third Place Winner, Darius Orjuna
with Professor Marina Rodriguez

Hard road to travel, through the path we live;

Taking a dead end job, not knowing what an education can give;

We settle for something easy, instead of going for something hard

because at the end of a challenge there’s a reward, like a game of cards;

So if you choose a road, education is right.

Which one would you rather have, a P.H.D or a dead end job for life?

Education is Key by Mr. Odel Gonzalez

Reflections Magazine: 2009 Poetry Contest Second Place Winner, Odel Gonzalez
with Professor Sarah Garman

If knowledge is power, then education is key.

If knowledge builds towers, then education builds me.

My future, my life, however I want to be,

Only depends, on my will to achieve.

Don't want to be a statistic, my dreams reveal more.

Don't want a hard living, an easy way to earn more.

As long as I study, as long as I learn,

Then a change in my life will be on the road I turn.

It only takes common sense for one to be wise.

It only takes effort to clear darkened skies.

Education is future. Education is key.

Education is the means on which I build a better me.

My Soul is Tired by Mr. Stevre Losse

Reflections Magazine: 2009 Poetry Contest First Place Winner, Stevre Losse

with Professor Lois Smith (left) and Sabrina Walters (right)

I’ve been there, I’ve been here

my soul is tired like the old man on the hospital bed gasping for that last breath of air.

I’ve seen friends die

brothers lie

mothers beaten and abused all because of a fathers' pride.

My soul is tired too weak.

It has been beaten to its weary feet.

It’s funny how she fought for us to sit in the front seat, but

we still choose to sit in the back seat.

We have been brainwashed but not of choice but because we made life such a disgusting choice.

Babies killing babies, brothers killing brothers, fathers raping daughters.

Is this what god intended life to be?

Stink an ugly like a fungus growing out of an athlete feet.

My soul is tired too weak.

It has been beaten down to its defeat.

It’s the holiday season and the hurricane Katrina victims still don’t have a place to sleep or eat.

Man is it me or government trying to keep us weak the land of the free the home of the brave.

What we should call it is the land of the deprived and the home built by slaves.

The rich get fame and he poor get shame. Shoot!

I’m thinking about sending Obama a copy of this to ask where the change is

because this world still looks the same.

But I tell you what is a shame how we still have not overcome.

Instead we put the blame on each others' name, so I say again my soul is tired too weak.

It has been beaten down to its weary feet it has been beaten down to its defeat. Can’t you see my brothers and sisters my soul bleeds

like maple seeping out of a maple tree?

Dame when will we be free.