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  What leader would you invite to come speak at our school? Tall and two-eyed, Kevin is the iconic leader of the minions. He is selfless and strong, resilient and reliable, and always prioritizes the safety and well-being of his fellow minions. It may seem silly to speak so highly of a yellow capsule, but I think there is actually a lot we can learn from Kevin. Leading an entire population is arguably a difficult task to undertake, making Kevin a great example of many valuable traits in leadership and community. Kevin’s actions and treatment of his colleagues in various Despicable Me films demonstrate his kind heart and complete dedication to the well-being of others. Kevin has a plethora of positive qualities, from his initiative to his intelligence. But I think the most valuable for all of society to learn from is his empathy-rooted selflessness. Society often preaches to “be kind,” “spread love, not hate,” etc. But I think we often confuse being “kind” with being “nice.” Nicenes...

  Is “doing nothing” a good use of your time? I used to dislike showering when I was younger because it was so boring and it interrupted my playtime. My parents told me I would feel clean and refreshed afterwards, but I just felt cold and clammy. Apparently, a lot of kids hate showers because the rushing water and temperature shifts are all too overstimulating. But I found it unbelievably underwhelming. I never visibly saw myself become cleaner and refreshed, and I certainly didn’t feel it, so it was a boring, meaningless chore. However, some of the best ideas I’ve ever had were during these times of boredom. A lot of people call them shower thoughts. Showers were so boring, I had nothing to do but sit with my thoughts as the water kept running. I thought about my dream pet, inventing flying shoes, or what I wanted to be when I grew up. But I’ve started to have fewer shower thoughts as I keep growing up, and I worry that my childhood creativity has faded. And I’ve been wondering ab...

  What’s your role in your family? When I was 11, my godfather took me outside for a nighttime talk. In the cool autumn darkness, he unimpromptu unloaded built-up complaints and childhood traumas onto me. I nodded and tried my best to fake short understandings and agreeing replies, waiting for the moment I could go back inside. He thanked me for being strong, listening, and told me, “You are the glue holding your family together.”   In middle school, my family went through some rough times and was constantly in a state of discord, anxiety, and fear. Perhaps being the middle child is what got me stuck in the middle of everything, and that’s how I became everyone’s therapist. Or maybe because in emotionally heated situations, I was the least reactive, making me the optimal outlet. Either way, my role in the family was a black hole for everyone’s troubles, and I thought of myself as a central support propping up my family that was crumbling around me.  My godfather gave...

  Have you ever felt embarrassed by the things that you used to like?  When I was in middle school, I really loved slime. It felt so satisfying to touch, and it helped me relieve a lot of stress, too. I first found out about slime in elementary school when my friend brought some to class. She taught me how to make it with our parents’ laundry detergent or our sisters’ contact lens solution. As I tried making my own slime, I became fascinated with the cool and refreshing sensory experience. And I had created it with my very own hands! In middle school, I started earning money through babysitting and pet-sitting jobs, which allowed me to buy more supplies. With these new resources, I discovered what a boundless creative outlet slime could be for me. The different colors, textures, and scents allowed me to create so many different kinds of slime. I made and played with slime nearly every day to the point that my hands would stain from the dye, and my fingers would get sore and pr...