Zeitgeist Magazine Rev Dec. 3

POETRY SHORT STORIES ART YOU ARE ZEITGEIST 

Writing is a way of expressing one’s 

innermost feelings, and poetry is 

possibly the most sincere written form 

of human emotion. Read and treasure 

the poetry you’ll find in these pages. 

Short stories are brief, but effective 

and powerful simultaneously, just 

as Shakespeare once wrote: “brevity 

is the soul of wit.” Peruse these 

selections with an open mind. 

The visual arts can be appreciated 

not only for aesthetical purposes, 

but also, for the feelings that 

paintings and drawings can instill in 

the life of a person. 

A collective of thoughts, opinions, and 

ideals… anyone can be a part of 

Zeitgeist! 

ZEITGEIST 

TUESDAY, DECEMBER 5, 2017 A LITERARY MAGAZINE p.1 

What is Zeitgeist? 

The word "Zeitgeist" can be 

defined as the collective 

thoughts and ideals of a 

group of people in a given 

time and space. 

"Zeitgeist" is an electronic 

literary magazine that 

includes original work by the 

students at Academia del 

Perpetuo Socorro. The 

pieces range from the visual 

arts, such as painting and 

drawing, to prose, poetry, 

and written works from a 

variety of genres. 

The objective is to provide 

the students of APS with a 

culturally enriching 

experience where they can 

express their thoughts, 

opinions, and perspectives 

on the topics that they are 

passionate about, while 

providing others with a 

glimpse of their creative 

potential. 

Academia del Perpetuo Socorro 

is not affiliated with any of the 

opinions expressed in this 

publication. 

VOLUME 1 - 2017-2018 

Academia del Perpetuo Socorro 

704 Jose Martí Street 

Miramar, Puerto Rico 00907 

Cover Art by Isabelle Cabán (12)

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A LITERARY MAGAZINE Tuesday, December 5, 2017 

Letter From 

the Editor 

To all members of the APS community… 

When faced with seemingly impossible 

challenges, some may opt to give up or rescind from 

persevering in their efforts. However, in the face of 

adversity, it is vital to view difficulties as possibilities 

or opportunities to grow, learn, and find happiness. 

This issue of Zeitgeist aims to portray the 

remarkable feat of creating art amid unfavorable 

circumstances. After a catastrophic natural 

phenomenon, we have been able to foster culture and 

successfully publish this literary magazine. Despite the 

obstacles in our path, we should remain hopeful and 

remind ourselves that these difficulties will not impede 

our capacity for self-fulfillment. Join us as we attempt 

to define ourselves and express our thoughts, 

opinions, and perspectives creatively. Each piece is an 

implicit representation of the act of finding 

opportunity in adversity. I assure you that there will be 

either a poem, a short story, an essay, or an artistic 

piece, that will appeal to you. 

- Alejandra 

Eternally Grateful... 

The members of Zeitgeist Literary Magazine have worked 

ardously to publish this first edition. I would like to thank everyone 

who helped me successfully share this creative project with the 

student body and make my vision for Zeitgeist a reality, especially: 

Cecilia Thon - Assistant Editor (12) 

Harold Peón - Secretary (10) 

María Elena Álvarez - Curator (11) 

María Freyre - Designer (11) 

Isabelle Cabán - Designer (12) 

Coral Silva - Photographer (12) 

Daniela Lugo - Treasurer (12) 

Lillian Florián (12) 

Isabella Bobonis (12) 

Mía Nevarez (7) 

Fabiola Rosales (7) 

Alexandra Díaz (12) 

Claudia Figueroa (9) 

María F. Villavicencio (7) 

Rocío A. Solá Pardo (7) 

……………………………… 

Mrs. Mari Vega (Moderator) 

Mrs. Mayra Colón 

Mrs. Enid Pereira 

Mr. José M. Leavitt 

Mr. Jesús Ortiz 

I encourage students who wish to share their passions and 

interests creatively to submit their work! 

Sincerely, 

Alejandra Quintana, 

Founder and Editor-In-Chief 

of Zeitgeist Literary Magazine 

Given the current situation of Puerto Rico, printed copies of this first edition will be available for the Launch Day. 

Remember to attend the Open Mic activity, which will be held in recess today! 

Zeitgeist encourages students from any grade that are passionate about cultural and artistic endeavors to join the club or contribute to 

the magazine! 

Visit the website for more information: 

zeitgeistlitmag.com

Tuesday, December 5, 2017 A LITERARY MAGAZINE p.3 

HIGHLIGHTS 

Poetry Stories Essays 

I. flowers p. 4 

II. untitled p. 4 

Chess on the Battlefield p. 5 

Horizons p. 6 

Untitled p. 7 

Andante p. 7 

Ripples p. 8 

A Silent Resistance p. 9 

Becoming One p. 10 

Perspectives p. 11 

Inv. Leg. of H.M. p. 12 

Essay about Carlos p. 13 

HGTTG p. 14 

Wand. Shopper p. 15 

You are Zeitgeist 

Beautiful Quotes p. 17 

“Savage” Quotes p. 18 

Lit. Puzzle p. 19 

Lit. Horoscopes p. 20 

Zeitgeist Recommends… 

Films p. 21 

Music p. 22 

Books p. 24 

Gallery of Quotes 

"While thought exists, words are alive and literature becomes an escape, not from, but into living." 

-Cyril Connolly 

“Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and 

that which cannot remain silent.” 

- Victor Hugo 

“The books transported her into new worlds and 

introduced her to amazing people who lived 

exciting lives. She went on olden-day sailing 

ships with Joseph Conrad. She went to Africa 

with Ernest Hemingway and to India with 

Rudyard Kipling. She travelled all over the world 

while sitting in her little room in an English 

village.” 

― Roald Dahl, Matilda

p.4 


POETRY 

I. flowers* 

You melted away in my arms, 

formed out of nothingness. 

or maybe small talk conversations. 

you grew so gracefully and beautifully. 

oh, how i loved you so. 

gardens full of beautiful flowers reminded me of 

you. 

almost in slow motion, the beauty in them began 

to deteriorate. 

slowly and slowly, 

it all went unnoticed, until the flowers no longer 

grew. 

dry patches of dirt covered your once beautiful 

garden. 

what had become of this once colorful paradise? 

all a girl like me can do is mourn, 

mourn the blooming flowers 

that reminded me of you. 

-a.s 

Art by Isabelle Cabán (12) 

II. untitled* 

You who made me believe i was the epitome of 

beauty, 

one who spread graceful feelings such as love, 

warmth. 

a gentle being whose mind was untouched, 

tainted of pain, but untouched nonetheless. 

whatever i touched would become gold and 

those who heard my voice couldn't help but fall 

in love with such wonder. 

fascinating, you would say. 

nothing could compare… 

until it did. 

everything looked the same to you; the damaged 

became the things you found special. 

i was no longer what you considered sacred, 

because sacred was your normal; your words 

lacked meaning, and 

the actions behind them would drip, fade, cease 

to exist… 

gone. 

-a.s 

Art by Fabiola 

Rosales (7) 

*The scarce use of capitalization has remained intact as intented 

by the author.


POETRY 

Chess On the Battlefield 

Your fate is unwritten, 

as a game of chess. 

Practice and practice, yet 

the result, you can’t guess. 

No matter your experience, 

and confidence and patience, 

the victor could be anyone: 

it’s unpredictable... shapeless. 

The unexpected shall happen; 

be ready to fight back at it! 

What’s unfair will succeed, 

defeating it, that’s your deed! 

Aren’t you the ruler of your kingdom? 

The savior of our hope? 

Don’t you make your own decision, 

row your own boat? 

To the front lines then, leader! 

‘Cause if fate’s a blank page, 

fight for the pen! 

And when your ink runs out, 

fight yet again! 

- Claudia Figueroa (9)

p.6 


POETRY 

Horizons* 

I wouldn’t call it vast 

I would call it neverending 

I fear leaving the Past 

I fear-not forgetting 

I fear the precipice 

At the end of the World 

For I leave dry land 

Not knowing if I’ll return 

I’ll be on my own 

With only memories and wits 

Learning to Fight 

Learning to Win 

Pride surges me forward 

But longing holds me back 

My mind looks onward 

But my heart holds back 

Then I remember a Celtic blessing 

My father would recite 

Sky Above me, Earth Below me, Fire Within Me 

A shining light for the darkest night 

Art by Valeria Sugden Sánchez (9) 

I smile at the Horizon 

Sea winds challenge my stride 

My chin begins rising 

Let God be my guide 

*The scarce use of 

punctuation has remained 

intact as intented by the 

author. 

I summon all my grit 

I laugh in mad delight 

If this is the end... so be it! 

Fear has yet to feel my might 

- Cecilia Thon (12)


POETRY 

Untitled 

You know what? I get it. I get why you fell in love with her so deeply, 

so quickly, 

so permanently. 

She’s quite the anomaly, she’s smart, funny, witty… 

Do you remember everything I wrote for you? 

That night I poured my heart out to you and you replied with: 

Art by María Elena (11) 

“I find it funny how you compare yourself to her, you guys are so different.” 

But that’s exactly why you chose me, isn't it? 

Not because of our differences, 

but because of our similarities. 

“If you can’t be with the one you love, love the one you’re with.” 

-Anonymous 

Andante 

He gripped my hand as I leapt into derangement, 

thus, submitting myself to an unfamiliar environment 

where delusion knew no boundaries 

and retired were the surroundings. 

I was lost between the mortal mist, 

but here I truly coexist, 

as the woman without flaws 

and the one with a certain cause. 

Not a day had passed by, 

yet I undoubtedly knew why, 

for I'd live here forever, 

and the crystalline light would shine more than ever. 

-Alejandra Quintana (12)

p.8 


Art by Lillian Floríán (12) 

Short Stories 

Ripples 

Millie was walking to school on a showery day, averting her footsteps from the vast puddles of rain that 

poured recently. The sky was tinted a dreary gray, but despite the climate, Millie's smile beamed against it. She was 

the bright light that was missing on that day, an enthusiastic girl, anxious to simply enjoy the school year. "Today will 

be a good day, - she thought - I will meet up with Matilda and Miriam, and together we will experience the 

adventures that the new school year will bring." Today marked the start of the adventure that would eventually lead 

towards countless others, until at last she discovered what would become of her in the future. When she looked 

back to all the adventures she experienced in her lifetime, she would be able to look back, smiling like an innocent 

high schooler once again. 

As she walked through the gates of the school, she saw her friend Miriam near the school entrance, and 

joyfully waved at her from the distance, trying to make eye contact. Focused on drawing the attention of her friend, 

she stepped right on a large puddle of water that drenched her shoe with a rising outburst. She slowly looked down, 

observing the also drenched sock with a stoic expression. It wouldn't dry in a short time, she was sure. While 

removing her foot from the puddle to examine the crew sock exasperatedly, the ripples created on a nearby puddle 

caught her attention. Bent down, with her hands working on folding the sock, she observed the ripples for a few 

long seconds. Drip, drip, drip, and suddenly she felt a similar pattern created on her back, matching the rhythm of 

the ripples created on the puddle. Was she turning into a puddle, perhaps? The rhythm on the nearby puddle and 

her ironed uniform intensified; the sudden hum of a downpour and the footsteps of inconsiderate classmates that 

splashed puddle water on her woke Millie from her trance. Heavy drops of rain began to fall as she ran to the 

entrance, where Miriam was expecting her, safe from the rain. Frantically, she motioned at Millie, telling her to hurry 

to avoid getting herself drenched. As Millie ran, she probably stepped over more puddles on the way, yet she 

hurriedly concluded that she would get wet anyway; it didn't matter whether she stepped on them or not. 

It was at that moment that she stopped. It didn't matter if she got wet. Although she was not far from the 

entrance, she turned, covered her face, and looked up, gazing at the cloudy sky, feeling as the raindrops fell on her 

ironed uniform, her shined shoes, her hair, her bag, heavy and full of all the new things she would learn. She heard 

Matilda's voice complaining about the rain as she passed by her left side. Miriam laughed, joyfully greeting Matilda, 

who still complained about the stupid rain, that ruined her hair, her new bag, and soaked her socks. Miriam calmed 

her, smiling at her grumpy morning attitude. 

Meanwhile, Millie was still in the rain, thinking about her bad luck, when an unexpected smile formed on her 

lips. The irony of her daily life made her happy, even if it ruined her plans. Millie appreciated that every day was 

different and interesting. She focused on those unique occurrences that happened in every day of her life. She 

wanted to remember the events of her youth in her adulthood, with an inevitable smile on her face. She was 

grateful for the good and the bad that happened in her life because, in the future, she would want to remember all 

of it. She always looked at the world positively, because even rain had a benefit. She imagined all the lighthearted 

conversations about today's morning mishap in the rain; the laughing and the smiling and the carefree chatting 

without any worries. Therefore, what's a drizzle going to do when she'd get drenched anyways? 

Smiling, she heard the voices of other classmates around her, laughing, playing in the rain, having fun with 

their friends, remembering those childhood years where they liked to play in the rain... Those happy moments, 

where the only purpose was to have fun, where things did not have to be so serious and people were more 

carefree. 

Suddenly, Millie felt someone's grip on her shoulder, and she turned around to find Miriam, who greeted her 

full of laughter while her hair got wet in the refreshing rain. And together, they enjoyed their time in the rain, Matilda 

joining them afterward. However, Millie knew that under that stubborn, grouchy attitude, there was also a girl who 

appreciated the unexpected fate, just like how she wished everyone would. 

- Claudia Figueroa (9)


Short Stories 

A Silent Resistance 

The triumphant sound of trumpets, the commands of loyal knights, and the province’s marvelous preparation 

indicated the arrival of the most anticipated day of the year. It was accustomed that the king, with all of his mighty 

men, visit each of his provinces once a year to examine administrative, economic, and social efficiency. If 

necessary, King Simond of Glassmore, as he was so nobly called, could impose new commands, orders, or rules to 

improve the provinces’ organization. Araea, better known as the “Gleeful Province,” had been the king’s preferred 

territory because of its vast lands, commercial prosperity, and sincere allegiance. The king and his men were an 

unforgettable sight to behold as they entered the gates of Araea’s castle. The city’s authorities received the king with 

pleasant conversation, boundless gifts, and infinite gratitude. Then, they proceeded to lead the king to the central 

plaza where the province’s population was anxiously waiting for the divine ruler. King Simond observed the 

spectacle with admiration and pride, blessing the state’s submissiveness and dedication. His train of thought was 

unexpectedly interrupted by a remark from one of his knights: “Your Majesty, you are being called upon by the ruler 

of this magnificent region to advise their people of its current state and impose any measures you find pertinent, 

since your power is so greatly appreciated.” As soon as King Simond heard this, he walked peacefully, because of 

his plump figure, toward the arranged stage. It took him a while to begin his, eventually unfortunate, speech. 

“Isn’t King Simond a grand leader?”, declared Amelyn, a young handmaiden among the clamorous audience. 

“Why, indeed he is!”, exclaimed Carlisle, her friendly companion. “However, I consider him quite fickle-minded,” he 

added. Amelyn knew her innocent compatriot wouldn’t comprehend her sardonic tone; she sighed, “By grand, I 

mean his power is too extensive for him to control, thus leading to cruel decisions and thoughtless actions.” She 

contemplated whether to explain her comment to Carlisle, but was impeded by the trumpet’s cry. The king began his 

lecture with a prolonged set of statements brimmed with respect and gratitude. He then explained how, after a 

conscientious and careful evaluation, he concluded that Araea would need minor improvements. The king bluntly 

declared that there would be new taxes imposed, more power and riches extracted for the central government, and 

less recreational activities for the public’s enjoyment. Of course, this was all very demanding and burdensome to the 

social strata, especially the working class. However, the king justified his decrees by stating that they would make 

Araea more systematic, productive, and harmonious. These excuses did not convince rebellious Amelyn, who was 

infuriated by how the king’s apparent honesty, justice, and morality persuaded the masses to compliance. “Oh, 

Carlisle, I am genuinely enraged by the king’s corrupt position and wish to rid him of his cruel domination. I have no 

other option but to convert to my subversive nature in order to overthrow the tyrant.” Carlisle desperately replied, 

“Amelyn, I will try to convey peace and tolerance to your judgment. I urge you to terminate this insensitive stance 

since violence can only bring destruction and misery. Remember, discretion is the better part of valor and having 

courage can mean avoiding potentially dangerous situations.” “I thank you, my caring friend, for your thoughtful 

advice. I trust that your perspective is the correct choice,” Amelyn answered. Among the noisy crowd, their concise 

conversation was hindered and conveniently forgotten. As night fell, King Simond retired to his abode, and the quiet 

province of Araea maintained its humble, hard-working, resilient attitude. 

After months of laborious work, the king suddenly arrived at Araea, but, this time, he was accompanied only by 

his most important subjects. He proclaimed that he needed to address the whole province posthaste. The 

authorities speedily escorted him to the plaza. Once again, Amelyn and Carlisle were among the laggard and 

exhausted public. King Simond began his statement by apologizing for the cruel and abusive measures he imposed 

and decided to abolish them. He told of a noble ruler from a near kingdom, who he met soon after imposing his 

decrees on Araea. This ruler, Ferdinand from Halema, convinced King Simond to relegate his menacing statutes 

and instilled a renewed sense of justice and honor in him. King Simond finished his prolonged speech by repeatedly 

apologizing and expressing the foulness of his mistake. Carlisle and Amelyn exchanged meaningful glances and 

conveyed their mutual gratitude without any verbal communication. The province rejoiced and cheered, and 

eventually returned to its gleeful condition… 

Despite King Simond’s fortunate decision, Amelyn never ceased to believe that her sense of justice would 

eventually lead her to overcome her silent resistance. 

- Alejandra Quintana (12)

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Short Stories 

Becoming One 

Twice upon a time, the spirits of the flamboyan trees danced to the song of a great soul. It once came to the shores 

of Borikén as Guamá, the lover. 

He knew not of the goofy pirate who lost him at sea, nor of the Taíno mother who birthed him. In fact, he could not 

read, write, or speak, for our special friend was raised by giant turtles! 

There was a reason for why the majestic Careys mistook him for one of their own. As a babe, he was attacked by a 

fierce darkness. This demon stormed his father’s ship in hopes of consuming Guamá’s energy. It was devoid of 

love and survived by leeching off others. Guamá was a gargantuan fountain of love and would give the demon 

immeasurable power. But never fear, the wise ocean felt the baby’s cry and sent a tidal wave to stop this. The boat 

capsized and little Guamá had quite a fun ride with the currents. They eventually propelled him into his new abode, 

an ancient turtle shell. 

A small pocket of air, the occasional plankton-filled volcanic burst, and a whole lot of love were his sustenance for 

the next seventeen years. Untouched by the ego of man, he enjoyed a very blissful existence with his turtle 

brethren. One day, however, a fateful storm cast him ashore. 

Blinded by the powerful sun, he began to move within the shell. His head popped out, and to his amazement there 

was a wonderful new world to explore. He began to merrily roll around the beach when all of a sudden, Paloma the 

Parrot greeted him with a sweet sweet mango. This was the beginning of a very fruitful friendship. From her, 

Guamá learned a few words of Spanish. Apart from the occasional swear word she had picked up, Paloma gifted 

him with a great piece of wisdom: “No le busques la quinta pata al gato.” 

On another fateful day, he discovered what his legs were for and wandered off into the jungle. Our lovely turtle boy 

chanced upon a family of escapen slaves and joined them in their naked dance. The oldest and wisest of the group, 

Sofia, sang the tale of the dancing flamboyans while all the others hummed, drummed, and danced to her rhythm. 

Finally free, the group was following Sofía’s dreams. She dreamt of a field of electric blue flamboyanes and the 

great soul who dwelled there. Beings of neon light surrounded this magnetic feminine figure and called Sofía forth. 

To find her way, she relied solely on her sense of smell as she was as blind as a bat. When she shared all this with 

Guamá, she suddenly began to gag. The stench was horrible… 

Coupled with gunshots, a sweaty troupe of Conquistadors swarmed the fireplace and captured the group. A grinch, 

Don Gato de León, was leading an expedition for the fabled fountain of youth. This was one of the nasty cats who 

decimated entire tribes of graceful Taínos. On their third night together, Sofía tasked Guamá to feed the 

Conquistadors. She had cooked a wandering rooster for these men. Gato ate the legs and on his fourth, sent 

Guamá on a hunt for more. Venturing once more into the jungle, a marvelous scent led him to a plump hen. 

Remembering Paloma’s teaching, Guamá was not bringing Gato his fifth leg of chicken. Instead, he followed the 

hen to a dark cave, where they parted. The hen would walk no longer but Guamá’s many years in the dark granted 

him night vision. He entered the ominous opening and roamed towards the light. 

The rising sun shone a beam of light through a crystalline waterfall at the end of the tunnel. Alas, in the blink of an 

eye, he could no longer see. Everything went black and suddenly he was once more a baby in a sinking ship. Fear 

was his only sense. The malevolent demon was eating his soul. Immobilized, he could do only one thing. Having 

no mind, he opened his heart to the creature. The love was so strong, all darkness within the cave dissipated into a 

shining void. The cave trembled as the illusory being disappeared and an explosion of light blew Guamá away from 

the cave. He soared through a shower of infinite shades of blue. These electric petals danced over the bronze skin 

of a radiant girl standing over him. Her marvel was great at the sight of Guamá. As his eyelids slid open, they both 

gazed into eternity and melted into each other. The shell had finally broken. 

- Joaquim Comellas (12) 

Art by Erika Díaz (8)


Short Stories 

Perspectives 

One lonely afternoon, when I beheld the blushing sky, I found myself lost in my constant state of 

thought, in which I would evaluate the intricate brush-strokes I’d eventually attempt to mimic upon the 

rough, rather unforgiving, felt of a virgin white canvas. My mental unfolding of a carefully crafted 

masterpiece was interrupted by a gentle, curious jingling, a noise I’d learned indicated the movement of 

my pet and partner, a black and silver schnauzer with silk-soft fur. I cast my gaze downwards and saw 

him standing on his hind legs, front paws placed on the balcony to keep him from falling. He was looking 

at the sky. I looked back and saw how the clouds shifted, orchestrating a beautiful harmony between the 

falling sun and the sky. The once doll pink sky was now a delicate shade of purple that shifted to blue with 

each passing heartbeat. 

Again, my gaze returned to my dog, who was still admiring the scene unfolding before us. My 

heart pulled, and I found myself kneeling down to his height. I braved my gaze to the darkening sky once 

more and murmured a soft question, one I knew wouldn’t be answered. 

“Do you ever wish you 

could see more of the 

world? Perhaps from a 

different perspective?” 

My dog looked at me, his bright eyes sparkling with the smallest hint of understanding. I pet him lovingly, 

running my hand down his head before I picked him up, lifting his body so his golden eyes were level with 

mine. For a second, it felt as if the world stopped, his gaze flickering to the sky, which was finally fading 

into the darkest shade of night. We remained, watching, enjoying, as the last shreds of brightness were 

overtaken with the cool evening. 

- I.C.Q

p.12 


ESSAYS 

The Invaluable Legacy Of Hurricane María 

September 20th of 2017 is a day that will forever prevail in Puerto Rican history. It was in the 

dawn of this dreaded day that María battered the island without an invitation. By late afternoon, she 

had departed, but left a legacy that will forever be remembered and felt. Every Puerto Rican witnessed 

the magnitude of this tragedy. Billions of dollars in losses, a destroyed electrical grid, and the 

government’s response may be some of the most trivial complications Puerto Rico faces, but these 

issues seem to be everything the press talks about. The media has incessantly exposed visible harm 

María did to the island, but is that all there is to this unwanted visitor? Did she not leave anything in 

consideration for the inhabitants of our home country? 

It may be an overstatement to call María a “blessing in disguise”, but some complications she 

brought upon us can be viewed from this perspective. María taught Puerto Ricans lessons they could 

not learn any other way. The destruction of the island’s electrical grid made people go outside and 

interact with their neighbors. It provided a hiatus from the overpowering, dominant presence of phones 

amid this generation. The massive material losses and relatively slow response from officials 

highlighted Puerto Ricans’ generosity; many were driven to provide essential resources for those who 

were severely affected by this catastrophic natural phenomenon. Hurricane María united Puerto Rico 

in a way that had never been seen before. It helped the island grow more hopeful, and each Puerto 

Rican persevered in their efforts to maintain hope and reconstruct, reenvision, and recreate the 

culturally enriching island we treasure and value so dearly. In Puerto Rico, creative alternatives to 

resources that are hard to attain are being devised. We have even recurred to other types of 

entertainment that do not require modern techonology, such as card games, that have brought us 

closer to one another in this time of crisis. Opportunity has been found amid all the adversity 

Hurricane María left in its path. Even though it may have weakened Puerto Rico in the short-term, the 

island will rise again, greater and stronger. 

- Harold Peón (10) 

Art by Elina Aguilar (12)


ESSAYS 

The following essay stems from a College Application prompt. In the face of adversity, due to Hurricane María, Seniors 

were able to continue their college admissions process, and this written piece is an example of how resilience and 

perseverance can produce extraordinary results. 

“Tell a story from your life, describing an experience that either demonstrates your 

character or helped to shape it.” 

“The best way to be truly happy is by helping others.” Mother Rosa said that to me on my first 

missionary trip to Honduras. Soon after that journey abroad, three years ago, I was given the 

opportunity of a lifetime. An opportunity that shaped me into the person I am today. For the past three 

summers, during the first month of vacation, I have worked in the most amazing summer camp, 

established in Puerto Rico some fifteen years ago, a place called “Vida Alegre” - “Happy Life” in 

Spanish. A camp designed for disabled and special children who do not have the opportunity to 

participate in any other summer program because of their conditions. I started as a runner and my job 

focused on assisting the needs of all the children attending the camp each summer. A tough, but 

rewarding job that goes on all day: helping kids change clothes, transferring them to the pool for a great 

summer swim under our Caribbean sun, and feeding and helping them go the bathroom. The biggest 

part of the job is to constantly motivate them by giving them encouragements as they perform these 

daily tasks that seem so easy and normal to the rest of us. 

It is intense and exhausting work; however, at the end of the day, it is equally rewarding. Being a 

runner, I have the opportunity to share with all the kids in camp, but there is one very special kid that 

has become my dear friend. His name is Carlos, he is sixteen years old and has a smile a mile wide. 

He has a condition that affects his brain and, as a consequence, makes him deaf; he can only feel 

sound vibrations. We have nurtured each other for the past three summers. Often times I wonder who 

is really helping who? While we exercised doing aquatic therapies, he taught me sign language. 

However, that is not all I have learned from him; he also taught me patience, understanding, and 

happiness. When I see my pictures with Carlos from three years ago, I’m impressed by how much he 

has grown and, most importantly, how he has contributed to my personal growth too. 

I am very proud of all the kids in camp. I relish every little obstacle they overcome. I help them 

accomplish simple everyday tasks that are a challenge for them: holding the spoon correctly, kicking 

the ball into the porter’s lodge, and learning the words to our campy camp songs. This camp has 

played a huge part in my life. I would not recognize who I am if I had never been part of this beautiful 

experience and met the people who have changed my life forever. Like Mother Rosa said, find 

happiness while helping others. 

- Elina Aguilar (12)

p.14 


ESSAYS 

For the purposes of inquiry, and as a requisite for college applications, I posed a question of my own, and 

provided my response, as follows: 

After a long, arduous day, you decide to wind down in the comfort of your living room. There is a book lying on 

the coffee table that you had not noticed earlier. Just when you pick it up, you are immediately transported to 

the fictional realm of your favorite novel. What work of literature has become such an intrinsic part of your life 

that you feel as if you can escape, whenever and wherever, to its world? 

There is a very peculiar novel titled The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy that was written by Douglas Adams 

and published in 1979. When I first heard about this work of science fiction, it was probably around nine to ten 

years ago; to this day, I still cannot fully remember how it happened. Even though I technically knew about the 

novel’s existence from an early age, it wasn’t until four years ago that I finally found a copy at a local bookstore. 

After reading it, I would recur to certain remarks and moments in the novel that, eventually, became part of my 

daily life. The significance of the number 42, the nonsensical phrase “so long, and thanks for all the fish!”, the 

tedious Vogon Poetry Jam, and the inspirational motto “Don’t Panic!” are a few of the literary references that 

The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy instilled in my thoughts and conversations. 

As strange as it sounds, it is not only a book about the hilarious, and wonderfully miraculous, way a group of 

intergalactic space travelers survive and roam the universe, but also, it is an excellent journey into the depths of 

human imagination. Douglas Adams’ novel is an exploration beyond the boundaries of the mind, and it has 

motivated me to continually seek for my purpose in the universe. This other-worldly novel is sometimes thoughtprovoking; 

a few other times, it is bizarre; and, throughout most of the novel, it is simultaneously both. I admire 

the abundance of interesting characters and Adams' genius, witty writing style. As the story begins, Arthur Dent, 

the novel's protagonist, is repeatedly frustrated by life's normal inconveniences and trivialities. Unexpectedly, 

though, he is plucked from the untimely destroyed Earth, and is naturally exasperated, bewildered, and 

panicked as he realizes he survived the unforeseen event. The novel pinpoints humanity's fickleness, and, by 

using cryptic tales and figurative elements, explains how man is nothing but a speck of dust in the vast, 

unknown universe. In a series of interplanetary missions, and through the main characters, Adams reflects on 

many philosophical concerns and questions the very essence of life. 

Nevertheless, I believe, as insignificant as humans may seem in the expansive universe, they are still a part 

of the ever-unfolding history of life. For this reason, I retain pieces of the novel in my memory as reminders of 

the incredible potential of humankind. The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy is indeed satirical, but the humorous 

exaggerations reveal a universal truth: the absurdity of life. Even though Douglas Adams’ initial purpose might 

have been to ridicule traditional science fiction novels, the novel serves as a reflection on the meaning of human 

existence. 

For the reasons stated above, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy will always accompany me in my journey 

through life; this novel will infinitely provide me the same feelings of relief and joy I felt the very first time I read 

it. At the time, I had doubts about the meaning of “life, the universe, and everything” (as described in the novel), 

and after reading this work of fiction, I realized that my questions do not have concrete answers. Therefore, 

instead of searching for rational explanations, one can choose to define their purpose in life through acting, 

feeling, and thinking in accordance with their character. In the midst of an uncertain future, I can turn to Adams’ 

whimsical literary perception of the universe, and then attempt to seek my purpose in the real world. 

- Alejandra Quintana (12) 

Art by Isabella Colón (7)


ESSAYS 

The Wandering Shopper 

For four frenzied weeks during the month of September, I had the honor of 

attending most of the highly anticipated, highly esteemed fashion shows in New York 

City, London, Paris and Milan. Of course, the experience of witnessing each wonderful 

collection was brought to me by the little amount of data I had on my phone, but I must 

say, the quality of the pictures was so spectacular that, in a way, these images 

transported me to the front row, alongside social media influencers and magazine 

editors. Since September presents a brand’s spring/summer collection, one would 

expect runways to explode with flowers and pastels (“Florals? For spring? 

Groundbreaking.” –Miranda Priestley, The Devil Wears Prada) in order to accentuate 

such upcoming seasons. However, this year, as many others, introduced–or, 

reintroduced–a variety of styles that are worthy of showing off in the new year (of 

course, if only we could afford them!). As I gazed at these beautifully executed, striking 

pieces, I pondered: which of these collections appeal to my style–to me? This question 

often leads me towards a mist of doubt. What’s my style? Since the birth of mainstream 

social media, celebrities, models, it girls, and a new wave of perpetrators of insecurities, 

instamodels, have filled us up with jealousy, given their perfect style, which is seen in 

their perfect photos, and is indicative of a perfect life. Their backgrounds may change, 

some captions may be longer than others, and their follower count may constantly 

increase, but there is one thing that remains consistent throughout them. Yes, you 

guessed it. Their style. 

As for me, I still haven’t found out what my style is. Social media, magazines and 

the fashion industry in general have captivated my attention towards a number of 

different aesthetics. Sometimes, I want to resemble a modern Manhattan working girl: 

culottes, a white turtleneck shirt, topped with a blazer, the blackest sunglasses I own 

and loafers. On other occasions, I want to live in Francoise Hardy and Jeanne Damas’ 

Paris. By this, I’m referring to their effortlessly chic aura: jeans galore, fluctuating 

between white blouses and striped t-shirts, ballerina flats, silk scarfs and a beret if only 

accompanied with a café noir and a croissant. Since I share a profound love for vintage 

haute couture and classic films, I might want to channel Grace Kelly or Audrey Hepburn, 

by means of lightly colored, knee- length dresses and an excessive amount of pearls. 

Although, let’s face it, no one will ever be able to reach the level of class and 

gracefulness they are known for. I could go on and on, considering I am completely 

ambiguous. But do I have to reach a decision? Many believe that style is not just 

clothing related, but that it’s a genuine way of letting the world know who you are. Your 

attitude, how you view life, your opinion on certain topics, how you communicate and 

respond to the present can also shape style. After having all of this settled, then you 

pick out your wardrobe (it should never be the other way around). So, if the only step 

towards finding your style is knowing yourself, how is it so hard?

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ESSAYS 

Well, people are multifaceted; this isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Everyone has 

different qualities within them that don’t go hand in hand. And, no matter how unrelated 

one’s talents and traits can be, a skillful balance and an equal amount of appreciation 

can be held. It’s not uncommon for successful people to focus on only one of their many 

assets and interests. For example, Miuccia Prada, the Co-CEO and head designer of 

Prada and Miu Miu, graduated with a PhD in political science before entering the family 

business and becoming an illustrious figure in the history of fashion. Closer to home, 

Rihanna, besides being a well-established singer, is also a songwriter, actress, 

philanthropist, businesswoman and a rising fashion designer. Thus, solid proof exists 

that one doesn’t have to comply with a specific way of dressing, working, or behaving. 

Vintage or modern, modest or liberating, minimalistic or bold, Parisian or New Yorker, 

embrace it. Be comfortable with who you are and what you’re here for. Once you have 

defined yourself, style will follow, whether it’s one or a number of them. If you still can’t 

find a style that suits you, just create your own. 

- María Freyre (11) 

Sketches by Alejandra Quintana (12)


You Are Zeitgeist 

Literature can become such as intrinsic part of one’s life that one can recur to certain quotes or moments 

in novels, stories, and poems that appeal to their feelings and remind them of the transcendental power 

of words. Treasure literature, since it can influence your perspective on many aspects of life. 

10 Beautiful Quotes to Remember 

"She wasn't doing a thing that I could see, except standing there leaning on the balcony railing, holding 

the universe together." 

—J. D. Salinger, "A Girl I Knew" 

"Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to 

spend his whole life answering." 

—Nicole Krauss, The History of Love 

“You don’t have to live forever, you just have to live.” 

—Natalie Babbitt, Tuck Everlasting 

“ Kindred spirits are not so scarce as I used to think. It's splendid to find out there are so many of them in 

the world.” 

― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables 

“Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment 

is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.” 

― Oscar Wilde, The Critic as Artist 

“The true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because he loves what is behind 

him.” 

― G.K. Chesterton 

“Pure and complete sorrow is as impossible as pure and complete joy.” 

― Leo Tolstoy, War and Peace 

For nothing, not the sun, not the rain, not even the brightest star in the darkest sky, could begin to 

compare to the wonder of you. 

― Renee Ahdieh, The Wrath and the Dawn 

“War must be, while we defend our lives against a destroyer who would devour all; but I do not love the 

bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that 

which they defend.” 

― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Two Towers 

“We took away your art because we thought it would reveal your souls. Or to put it more finely, we did it 

to prove you had souls at all.” 

― Kazuo Ishiguro, Never Let Me Go 

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Also, enjoy these humorous and/or sarcastic quotes that will make you want to remember them for future use. 

10 Savage Quotes to Remember 

“I would challenge you to a battle of wits, but I see you are unarmed!” 

― William Shakespeare 

“Do you remember me telling you we are practicing non-verbal spells, Potter?" "Yes," said Harry stiffly. 

"Yes, sir." "There's no need to call me "sir" Professor." 

― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince 

“I never saw anybody take so long to dress, and with such little result.” 

— Oscar Wilde, The Importance of Being Earnest 

"I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you 

deserve." 

— J.R.R. Tolkien, Fellowship of the Ring 

“And she’s got brains enough for two, which is the exact quantity the girl who marries you will need.” 

— P.G. Wodehouse, Mostly Sally 

“Nah. They asked me a lot of questions about you. I played dumb." 

"Was it hard?" Annabeth asked.” 

― Rick Riordan, The Battle of the Labyrinth 

“Yes, and I’m sure the arena will be full of bags of flour for me to chuck at people.” 

― Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games 

“I don't want tea," said Clary, with muffled force. "I want to find my mother. And then I want to find out 

who took her in the first place, and I want to kill them." 

"Unfortunately," said Hodge, "we're all out of bitter revenge at the moment, so it's either tea or 

nothing.” 

― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones 

“Where do you come up with these zingers, Clint? Do you own some kind of joke factory in Indonesia 

where you've got eight-year-olds working ninety hours a week to deliver you that kind of top-quality 

witticism? There are boy bands with more original material.” 

― John Green, Will Grayson, Will Grayson 

“I'm sorry, but were you dropped on your head as an infant?” 

― Kathryn Stockett, The Help 

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Tuesday, December 5, 2017 


A LITERARY MAGAZINE 

LITERARY CROSSWORD PUZZLE 

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ACROSS 

3 Harry Potter's godfather 

4 Captain of a whaling ship, swore vengeance on Moby Dick 

6 "My name is ____, you killed my father, prepare to die.” 

7 Famous warrior of the Trojan War and character of The Illiad 

9 Main antagonist of The Hunger Games 

11 Title held by Ned Stark until his death, passed on to Robert Stark 

15 Author of Pride and Prejudice, Emma, Sense and Sensibility, Northanger Abbey, and 

Mansfield Park 

16 Sherlock Holmes' address 

18 Iconic image of Narnia, discovered by Lucy Pevensie 

19 Shakespearean play which the movie 10 Things I Hate about You is based on 

20 Poem by American poet Robert Frost about two diverging roads 

DOWN 

1 Figurative captain to which the poetic voice of "O Captain my Captain" refers to, president 

2 Winner of the 2017 Nobel Prize for Literature, of British nationality, but born in Japan 

5 Jay Gatsby's profession 

8 Author of the Lord of the Rings trilogy 

10 Edgar Allan Poe's morbid poem about the beating heart of a murdered man 

12 Name of Percy Jackson's sword 

13 Famous author siblings of the 19th century, works include: Wuthering Heights, Jane Eyre, and Agnes Grey 

14 Protagonist of Mary Shelly's most famous book, and creator of a hideous monster 

17 Futuristic novel written by George Orwell 

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Literary Horoscopes 

-Lillian Florián (12) and Alejandra Quintana(12) 

Portraits by Isabelle Cabán (12) 

Learn more about famous authors and get to know which one shares your Zodiac sign! 

Charles Dickens {Aquarius} 

Jane Austen {Sagittarius} 

William Faulkner {Libra} 

Leo Tolstoy {Virgo} 

George Orwell {Cancer} 

J. R. R. Tolkien {Capricorn} 

Dickens was an English writer from the Victorian 

Era, who was famous for his stories filled with 

interesting characters and vivid descriptions of life 

back then. His works include: Great Expectations, 

David Copperfield, Oliver Twist and A Christmas 

Carol. Fun Fact: Dickens loved acting. In fact, he 

had his very own small theater in his home. 

Jane Austen was an English writer from the late 

eighteenth century. She is widely known for her 

novels: Pride and Prejudice, Emma, Persuasion, 

Sense and Sensibility, and Mansfield Park. Even 

though she published her first book at the age of 

35, she had begun writing poetry, novel drafts, 

and plays at a young age to entertain her family 

at home. Jane Austen thoroughly enjoyed going 

to the theater, and she was a fan of comedies 

and dramas. 

William Faulkner was a twentieth century 

American author, famous for his novels that 

portray the decay of Southern society. In 

1949, he won the Nobel Prize in Literature for 

his contribution to the modern American 

novel. His works include: Sanctuary, 

Soldier’s Pay, The Sound and the Fury, As I 

Lay Dying, and Absalom! Absalom!. 

Leo Tolstoy was a Russian writer who is 

considered to be a master of realistic fiction 

and one of tte greatest writers in the world. 

He is best known for his two works: War and 

Peace and Anna Karenina. Fun Fact: He had 

his own list of rules by which he tried to live 

by, as well as a journal of the things he did 

on a daily basis. 

The term “Orwellian” is derived from one of 

George Orwell’s most notable works of 

fiction, 1984, and is used to describe 

dystopian societies in which, just as in his 

novel, every aspect of human life is 

controlled and supervised by an 

overarching power. Orwell also wrote the 

allegorical novel Animal Farm. 

J.R.R. Tolkien, gifted with an 

incredibly imaginative mind, created 

a fantastical world with its own 

geography, language, and 

inhabitants in his renown trilogy: The 

Lord of the Rings. He also wrote The 

Hobbit and The Silmarillion. 

Charlotte Brontë {Taurus} 

John Steinbeck {Pisces} 

Margaret Atwood {Scorpio} 

Herman Melville {Leo} 

Maya Angelou {Aries} 

Charlotte Brontë, along with her two 

sisters, wrote novels that, nowadays, 

are considered masterpieces of 

English Literature. Some of her 

works include: Jane Eyre and Villette 

Fun Fact: She first published novels 

and poems under the pseudonym 

Currer Bell. 

John Steinbeck was an American 

author who won the Nobel Prize in 

Literature in 1962. His novels criticize 

social perception, and his most 

recognized works are: Of Mice and 

Men, Cannery Row, The Pearl, and 

The Grapes of Wrath. 

Canadian author Margaret Atwood’s 

list of admirable careers include 

poet, novelist, and environmental 

activist. She is mostly known for 

The Handmaid’s Tale, a dystopian 

novel that criticizes the unrestrained 

extent of a patriarchal society. 

Herman Melville wrote one of 

the most esteemed literary 

works of all time, Moby Dick, 

and is considered a maximum 

exponent of the American 

Renaissance period. 

Maya Angelou’s memoir I Know 

Why the Caged Bird Sings depicts 

the effects of social stigma and 

emphasizes the value of education 

in a racially divided community. 

She is also known for her powerful 

poetry. 

Arthur Conan Doyle {Gemini} 

Who hasn’t heard of detective Sherlock 

Holmes and his trusty companion Dr. 

Watson? Arthur Conan Doyle invented 

these famed literary characters and 

wrote many novels on their adventures. 

He is considered an important contributor 

to the genre of mystery.

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A LITERARY MAGAZINE 

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10 Essential Films from the Upcoming Awards Season 

Even if these films are not nominated for any recognitions in the upcoming awards season, I believe this list of movies 

summarizes some of the awe-inspiring, excellent cinema that has been released this past year. 

- Alejandra Quintana (12)

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A Playlist for the Current Times 

Right now, Puerto Rico is undergoing a time of crisis because of the recent menace that 

was Hurricane Maria. During these types of ordeals, staying calm and collected is extremely 

difficult. 

After September 20 th , the stress of not knowing if your country is going to be fine after 

this plight haunts all Puerto Ricans, and we don’t know how to deal with the situation. 

Every person has a different way to deal with stress. I have found the best way to do this 

is to get in touch with my creative side. For me, art and music are a very relevant, calming 

mechanism in my life, especially music. Because of this, I have put together a small playlist with 

uplifting songs that can help us manage the current situation in Puerto Rico. These songs are a 

very important part of my life; I resort to them when I need to vent about a particular situation 

that is troubling me. With this, I hope to bring light to your life in a time of darkness. Please 

enjoy. 

Title: 

Artist: 

Overview: 

Rise 

Katy Perry 

This song is the most uplifting song I have heard in my lifetime. Lyrics like “I won’t just 

survive, oh, you will see me thrive” and “I must stay conscious through the madness in 

chaos” describe exactly what we feel in this time of crisis. 

Title: Fight Song 

Author: Rachel Platten 

Overview: A powerful song about being strong during difficult times. This song talks about being 

brave enough to power through and be successful. 

Title: Roar 

Artist: Katy Perry 

Overview: A song I know almost everybody reading this has heard. Important lyrics include “I went 

from zero to my own hero”, “You held me down, but I got up”, and, of course, “You’re 

gonna hear me roar.” 

Title: 

Artist: 

Overview: 

Almost Like Praying 

Lin-Manuel Miranda 

This song was written in response to the disastrous effects of Hurricane Maria in Puerto 

Rico. It is performed by well-known Puerto Rican and Latino artists. The lyrics are solely 

the names of all the towns in Puerto Rico, which gives Puerto Ricans a feeling of being 

seen and heard. 

Title: By the Grace of God 

Artist: Katy Perry 

Overview: This song is very sentimental and emotional. The work speaks to all the people that do 

not feel like they matter or contribute to this world. Powerful lyrics include “I know I am 

enough”, “I picked myself back up”, and “I looked in the mirror and decided to stay.” 

I now invite you to listen to these songs and to feel empowered to help Puerto Rico rise up from 

this difficult state. If we all unite, we can bring Puerto Rico to the state that it was before Hurricane 

Maria, and make it better. 

- Ricardo Mercadé (10)



Art by Ricardo Mercadé (10)

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Message from the moderator of Zeitgeist Literary 

Magazine, Mrs. Mari Vega: 

“As we approach the holiday season, let’s reflect 

on the importance of finding opportunity in 

adversity. Hurricane María might have “wounded” 

us, but it has also given us some blessings, such 

as the gift of resilience. This experience has 

taught us that Puerto Ricans are strong, that we 

can adapt and we do not give up. Let’s make our 

inner light shine this holiday season and simply 

be thankful for being alive.” 

Here is a collage of book recommendations from the 

members of Zeitgeist that include the themes of resilience 

and hope in the midst of adversity: 

Photo taken and edited by María Elena Álvarez (11)

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