Miceala Morano: Just a Small Town Girl

Meet Miceala Morano. She’s 15, and enjoys spending her time writing poetry and reading. She’s grown up in rural Arkansas for most of her life. Needless to say, Miceala is unlike many of her peers.

At a young age, Miceala’s grandmother would give her vocabulary words, pushing her to expand her reading ability. From a young age, an interest in reading and writing was fostered in Miceala, and helped to shape the prolific writer she is today.

In today’s society, many kids spend time on their mobile devices doing generally unproductive things. Miceala is different. She says that she finds herself to be, “A lot nerdier than most people”. Miceala writes editorials in her school’s nationally recognized newspaper. She’s also a member of her school quizbowl team, and the National Junior Honor Society.

Miceala’s father isn’t very academically inclined. She says that when she talks about nerdy things, he does his best to understand. This brings up the question, “ How do parents best cater to their child’s academic gifts?”

When asked what she would do if she were to make a video of herself, Miceala replied immediately. She would record herself reading her own slam poetry. She says that she has written many poems, but has never shared them. Miceala said that she wants to share them, but is only beginning to make that step.

This takes us to part of Miceala’s character. As with most nerds, Miceala had always been pretty anti social. But when Miceala had to switch schools at the beginning of 8th grade, she had to make new friends. She says that, “Before that(switching schools), I would like, sit in the corner and read.” But now she had to go out and meet new people in order to have friends. But she didn’t stop there. This was just the beginning of a new, sociable Miceala. She’s taken many steps in becoming more affable since then, including signing up for Duke TIP Camp this year. She feels like being more sociable has really helped her blossom as a person.

When asked if she would put a part of her life in a story, Miceala knew it would would be her switching schools. “I really don’t feel like any part of my life was really worthy of being put in a book until before then”, she told me. Miceala would be in a sort of coming of age novel with a girl of extroardinary aptitude from small town Arkansas coming into a school with no friends. She may not be the best at talking, but she can write, and she has a true want for friends, which will shape her future and turn her into the amazing individual she is today. Instant bestseller.

Feature Story: A month with chemtrails conspiracy theorists

This article sourced from theguardian.com and written by Carey Dunne

This articles strengths include:

  • The author actually lived with the people interviewed for a month
  • The author isn’t biased, and presents both sides of a chemtrails argument
  • The author looks at the chemtrails theory and how it affects and is affected by problems in the larger world

My initial reaction to this article was woah. There is some pretty crazy stuff going on in Placer County, California. Almost all of the people there believe that the government is spraying poisonous gas overhead to create climate change slowing clouds. I feel amazed that people actually believe this theory, and it has a large cult following.

The main point of the article is that right now, the world is very confused, and doesn’t know what to believe.

If the writer could change one thing, I wish the writer wouldn’t have been biased towards Trump. While I’m not a Trump supporter, I feel that the inclusion of politics detracts from the article’s argument, and the writer’s argument.

I would have been interested to see the author interview a chemtrails disbeliever/scientist to see their views. Also, I would have liked for the author to explore more government conspiracy theories in the article.

Sources:

Gizmodo- here’s where the chemtrails theory came from

nepis.epa.gov- Aircraft contrails factsheet

Welcome to Earth

The starry night sky

Holding mysteries beyond human understanding.

From interstellar space

A luminescent orb flies by

The shining, otherworldly comet flies through space

Past Artemis’s watchful gaze

Looking for a new home

Searching for a better place

Piloted by a creature from a world not like ours

Unkempt, and weary from travel.

Breaking the Earth’s atmosphere

Is a flying saucer from Mars.

In a fiery plume of dirt

the extraterrestrial crashes his vessel

He looks around to see

The endless New Mexican desert

He runs toward something bright

On the desolate horizon

He sees a house-what luck!

And looks through a window with candle light.

Inside he sees a man, sleeping in a chair

The alien knocks on the window

The man looks around with alarm

And what the man saw through the window made him stare

He opens the door to meet the alien face to face

“We don’t get many visitors around this place”

The alien tells him “I need your assistance”

The man replies-

“Ok, but how’d you get out this distance?”

The alien thinks for a moment then begins his tale of woe

“I’m not from around here, just so you know.”

I came from a planet where people looked to exploit eachother

They hoarded valuable resources, and the land they did smother.

They reaped the soil of its precious metals and used them to build machines of war

I arrived here on a ship made of the last of our iron ore.

Then they cut down our trees and stripped bare the land

And they burned the wood to power their factories

And oh the factories

Giant, gaunt stone faced buildings that belched horrible black smoke into the air

The air was poisoned by the factories’ vile fumes.

I had a loving family on my planet, but now they’re gone.

Just like any hopes my race had of living on.

Tears rolled down the alien’s face.

“I am the last one.”

The man thought about it.

He realized that since the alien had nowhere to go, living on Earth was his only hope.

“Well, let me tell you about a place called Earth”

On earth you can breath freely.

You can laugh and sing and dance or do just about whatever floats your boat.

You can run and jump and move about freely, with out being oppressed by greedy dictators

You can express yourself in whatever way you feel.

On Earth there are abundant resources, enough for all to enjoy.

There are rivers lakes and oceans full of clean water.

There is enough metal to build a tower to the moon.

There is enough fresh air for us to all enjoy.

The alien held up his hand for the man to stop

If you don’t mind me saying this, this place sounds a little over the top.

I literally came to get to Earth from outer space

How do you get to this wondrous place?

The man’s eyes glimmered.

You can get to Earth by train

You can get to Earth by plane

You can get to Earth by automobile

You can get to Earth by boat

You could even take a submarine!

You are speaking in riddles that I don’t understand

I merely wish to know

Where is Earth?

The man beamed.

I thought you’d never ask.

Earth is all around us.

We are on Earth right now.

The man inhaled.

Feel the fresh air filling your lungs.

See the open freeness of it all!

This.

Is.

Earth.

The alien looked out across the barren New Mexican desert. A dry, flat, wilderness seemingly devoid of any other life.

A smile spread across the alien’s face.

I never knew such a beautiful place existed.