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PABLO — National TRIO Day represents the need to empower disadvantaged youths by acknowledging the wealth of experience they offer our diverse communities. Providing students an open space and a safe platform for self-discovery and reflection has been a cornerstone of the Upward Bound program. To this end, Salish Kootenai College Upward Bound created an essay contest to serve as an artistic element of TRIO Day activities where students of the program demonstrate their abilities of personal expression. Students were given questions to guide them in their responses, and were directed with the following prompts: 

What’s unique about you?

What is your dream for the world?

What is your biggest challenge, and how have you overcome it?

Who is a hero in your life?

What does community mean to you?

Student submissions were evaluated on writing competency, creativity, and originality. Prizes for the contest included a choice of graphing calculator or a $50-$100 shopping trip to Barnes & Nobles to buy books.

Kassidy Rubel earned first place for her personal essay “Imperium”; Second place went to Marlon Starblanket for his poem “Helper”; Geneva des Lions took third place for her poem, “Pearls in an Hourglass.”

Honorable mentions were awarded to Syndey Castor, Alexia Parizeau, Jenna Mullaney, and Berit DeGranpre for their thoughtful contributions to the theme and philosophy of the contest. 

We are pleased by the quality and diverse representations we received and would like to thank everyone who submitted personal responses to these questions and for their sincere engagement with the creative process.

Winners:

Pearls in an Hourglass

By definition, 

I am Homo sapiens, 

Human, 

A living, dying, fragile fabric: 

Strung together cells, molecules, atoms; 

An astoundingly accidental wisp of dust. 

But how can I live with this description? 

How could any such amalgam bear to live in a universe In which we are all analytically uniform specks 

On this blue-green micro-anomaly we call home?

So strict a definition and yet so much detail it omits. 

What if we look again? 

I am a child, 

Born, among many in a tiny glint of time 

Upon a new millennium. 

I am one of many people who have the privilege to see 

Even one moment of the vast blooming of the impossible Lotus 

Which is our reality. 

I wish that this blooming would never end, 

That the petals would unfurl forever and never reach their most beautiful, For every flower dies after it is at its loveliest. 

But I know that there is no such flower, 

And that this world, 

As the lotus, 

As every bud and bloom,

Will eventually wilt.

Another imposing truth. 

How to live between the terror of eternal darkness 

And the blinding truth of a predetermined birthright? 

We must know how beautifully chaotic that pristine light is. 

We are all the most elegant permutations of happenstance. 

Every atom 

Of every molecule 

Of every cell 

Of every 

You 

Coalesced precisely 

In its own discordant dance

To create something perfectly, 

Extraordinarily, 

Unique. 

Though we are all the same dust 

Flowing endlessly over the same sandy rock, 

The winds of the world spin us on ever-spiraling paths, 

And as we each take our tum twisting down through the hourglass, I know that I am a perfectly new grain of sand, 

And that while I am but a moment to the stream of time, 

There never has been, nor ever will be one like it, 

And choose to make it 

A most splendid crystal of glass; 

Because by my actions and by my birth, 

By nature and by nurture, 

I am just as much a grain of sand in an ocean

As the heart of a pearl in an hourglass.

~ By Geneva des Lions 

Helper
 
Every morning I would wake up at 6 am on the dot 
To be grandpas helper 
I would get dressed and open my bedroom door to see my grandfather sitting on the couch, cowboy hat in hand, and a determined look on his face, waiting for me 
I was grandpa’s helper 
I always rode in the back of his truck no matter how rocky the road was and no matter the weather, I always rode in the back 
He would speed through the puddles from the flooding because he knew I loved it 
He would let me throw the hay in the back because he knew I also loved that 
Heck he would even let me move the gate for him so he could drive his monster of a truck into the 20 acres he has to call his 
One time he even let me lead with a bucket of oats 
even though I messed up he still let me do it 
He just smiled and tipped his hat 
The only time I’ve seen him smile was when we were out in the pasture, across the beautiful green meadows, past the creek that split the corral and pasture, up and down the hills filled with grass and flowers, and past the small patch of trees where the animals lay 
He loved his horses all 16 of them
I would help lead the mares to the corral so they would be left alone when they were ready to have colts 
Grandfather showed me how to saddle a horse only once and it was all I needed 
I saddled up as many horses as I could until there weren’t any saddles left while grandfather stood back, toothpick in mouth, and a smile on his face 
Grandfather was 72 but he had the spirit of a young warrior 
But even warriors take days off 
At the end of the fun I would always ride back to our house 
Looking at the land of Starblanket reservation, streams everywhere, patches of trees where animals sought for safety, plain but also hills, the perfect environment for a horse Sometimes we’d be out there for an hour sometimes we’ll be out there the whole day 
I miss his kind soul, I miss his advice, but most of all, I miss his smile 
Every day we’d go out there, and everyday I’d see his smile 
I liked his smile most because it ensured me that he is happy and I’m doing a good job Makes me think that someday I’ll have a helper of my own
 
              ~ By Marlon Starblanket 

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