The second issue of Zeitgeist Literary Magazine includes the themes of growth, acceptance, and change. Enjoy!


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




Academia del Perpetuo Socorro

is not affiliated with any of the

opinions expressed in this


VOLUME 2 - 2017-2018

Academia del Perpetuo Socorro

704 Jose Martí Street

Miramar, Puerto Rico 00907

Cover Art by Alexandra Díaz (12)


A LITERARY MAGAZINE Friday, April 27, 2018

Letter From

the Editor

To all members of the APS community…

After the succesful publication of the first edition of

Zeitgeist Literary Magazine and the culmination of a

semester in which opportunity was found in the midst of

adversity, a new thought-provoking question arose: if we dare

to change the way we think about ourselves and others, can we

create an environment that fosters acceptance and growth and

eliminates preconceived barriers created by social stigmas? In

this issue of Zeitgeist, writers, artists, and creative voices

collide to delve into many different aspects of identity,

personality, and, most importantly, the process of change.

Whether it’s the uncertainty of what the future holds for the

graduating class of 2018, the importance of self-acceptance, the

appreciation for unforgettable historical and literary figures, or

the brave attempt of striving for your own desires in life, the

pieces in this edition of the magazine all intend to cultivate the

belief of staying true to who you are.

As a 2018 Senior, I wish the best for my fellow

classmates as they dare to embrace a new and exciting era in

their lives. I am truly honored to have been a part of your

journey and to have grown in such an extraordinary

community. I will miss you dearly, Academia del Perpetuo

Socorro, and I am convinced that this academic institution will

continue promoting students’ aspirations and providing them

with unforgettable experiences.

As always, 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 second 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 for

the second time, 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)

Mía Nevarez (7)

Alexandra Díaz (12)

Claudia Figueroa (9)

Andrea Munn (9)

María F. Villavicencio (7)


Mrs. Mari Vega (Moderator)

Mrs. Mayra Colón

Mrs. Enid Pereira

Mr. José M. Leavitt

Mr. Jesús Ortiz

Mrs. Clara Férnandez

Mrs. Noelia Torres

I leave with the conviction that Zeitgeist will be in excellent hands!


Alejandra Quintana,

Founder and Editor-In-Chief

of Zeitgeist Literary Magazine

Printed copies of this second edition will be distributed on Monday, April 30, 2018!

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:


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Poetry Stories Essays

untitled love drabble #1 p. 4

ink on paper p. 4

Anonymously Praised p. 5

Oscuridad and Luna p. 6

Unlocked p. 7

Ship of Light p. 7

A Sunflower in the Dark p. 8-11

A Matter of Time p.12-14

Library Week… p.15

Growing up…Sort Of p. 16

Open Letter to Seniors p. 17

A Long Walk Begins… p. 18

Powerful Women p. 19-20

You are Zeitgeist

Quotes about Change p. 21

Lit. Word Search p. 22

Love, Diego p. 23-24

Zeitgeist Recommends…

Cinephile Corner - Movies p. 25

Music p. 26

Events p. 27

Books p. 28

Gallery of Quotes

“Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing [one]self.”

- Leo Tolstoy

“Education is the most powerful weapon

which you can use to change the world.”

- Nelson Mandela

“So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet

will not take the initiative to change their situation because

they are conditioned to a life of security, conformity, and

conservatism, all of which may appear to give one peace of

mind, but in reality nothing is more dangerous to the

adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future. The

very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for

adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with

new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to

have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a

new and different sun.” ―Jon Krakauer, Into the Wild


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untitled love drabble #1*

out of all things frivolous, love is the most

simply by thinking about its possibility

our heart enjoys its boast

do i love? in that way?

“yes my dear,” it responds

oh, but you’re just delighted

that your owner produced such a thought

my heart is like this

mischievous, playful, full of youth

i tied it back with some string

to prevent it from producing such thoughts

but my stubborn, disobeying heart

it disentangles itself

beating, beating, wanting to pop out

it’s dangerous, truly dangerous

i must tie it back stronger

but each time it loosens itself

it starts to wander

and so do i, each time he’s a goner

maybe i won’t have to tie him any longer?

oh, if i could simply trust myself, stop my ponder

if i could only convince myself i won’t turn into a monster

- Claudia Figueroa (9)

ink on paper*

words written with ink on paper

seem everlasting when they

bloom gardens in your heart

words written with ink on paper

may rebirth concealed feelings

may provoke a contemplation

words written with ink on paper

deceive the most naive

persuade the most stubborn

the roses that grow with my words

their destiny is to wilt

eventually they will grow thorns

thorns that overpower the beauty of soft petals

thorns that claw at your heart,

thorns, they’ll be what remains of my sour memory

i am only warning you, my love

do not be persuaded by what is written in a page

do not let my roses grow in your heart

for all that is spoken is a lie

- Claudia Figueroa (9)

*The scarce use of capitalization and punctuation has remained

intact as intended by the author.

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Anonymously Praised

“Deeds will not be less valiant because they are unpraised.”

- JRR Tolkien

We are the sun behind the moon

Our light makes you shine

We are the silent typhoon

Hidden behind the frontline

We are the world’s flame

Ushering light and warmth

We are those without name

Brighter than the stars of the north

We are forgotten

We are ignored

By both the pen

And the sword

We are the voice of reason

Whom all disregard and scorn

We are the change of seasons

To majesty and sorrow we are sworn

We are forgotten

We are ignored

By both the pen

And the sword

We are forgotten

We are ignored

By both the pen

And the sword

We are a force to be reckoned with

And of this you are warned

The world may continue to ignore us

But we will forever be

The eye of the storm

“For most of history, anonymous was a woman.”

-Virginia Woolf

- Cecilia Thon (12)

Art by Lillian Florián (12)


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Oscuridad and Luna

On Sunday, February 11, 2018, the members of the Zeitgeist Literary Magazine Club had the opportunity to visit

Hogar Rafaela Ybarra. We had been collecting books during the holidays as part of our Zeitgeist Book Drive and,

aside from donating them personally, one of our goals for the visit was to promote literacy and a passion for the

arts. Not only were we able to meet and share an unforgettable experience with a wonderful group of young,

talented girls, but also we were able to provide them with a variety of books in both English and Spanish,

educational supplies, Valentine’s Day gifts, and other essential provisions for their households. One of the girls

had a budding love for poetry and decided to share two of her poems with us. Although her first name is Melanny,

she signed her poems with her social media username, and was eager for the world to listen to her unique voice.


En una noche donde la luna no se refleja

Ni brilla…

¿Tiene miedo de salir?

La locura aflora en la oscuridad.

Las almas oscuras salen de su hogar.

No hay motivo para parar…

Poseeré tu cuerpo hasta hacerte desfallecer

Tus lágrimas, sudor y dolor me pueden pertenecer.

Porque ahora no hay luz que te ilumine y

la oscuridad ha fundado su reino al fin.

¿Quieres que pare?

Tu alma desea salir

Tus demonios y locuras saldrán.

¿puedes parar eso?

La sombra en la ventana…

Los pasos a tu alrededor y

las respiraciones a tu costado

No son tu imaginación.

Es hora de cazar…

La noche ha caído

Y la víctima tú serás.


Luna demasiado brillante;

eres testigo de los amantes.

Luna que alumbra

Las almas oscuras.

Sufrimientos nocturnos

de los cuales hay susurros.

Luna brillante

Que alumbras el valle.

Te vuelves inspiración

Para los personajes.

Estás acompañada,

Pero sola brillas más.

Luna que pasa a mi lado

Alumbra todo a su paso

Sueño, amor y dolor

Vuélvete mi inspiración.


Art by Alexandra Díaz (12)


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Unlocked *


from that environment,

i set sail

for an unknown realm

whose strange surroundings


intimidated me.

but, alas, i managed to remain tranquil,


my mind

was undisturbed. i noticed a crowd of people

as i neared the heart of this new world.

one of them seemed

to greet me. i could not immediately respond.

i was too amazed at the sheer courage

it takes




or something

you cannot


or identify.

i was unaware of the inherent nature

that defines us, the human race:

a behavior we try to refuse, but should treasure.

compassion, acceptance, and solidarity are

Through the darkest waters

Of the starriest sky

The golden ship of light

Steams across the night

Sunlight is trapped within

And dancers twirl and spin

As the golden ship of light

Steams across the night

White coat, white gown

Black coats, black gowns

White dress, white crown

Black dresses, black crowns

In an infinite moment of symphony

Parade in infinite symphony

As the golden ship of light

As the golden ship of light

Steams across the night

Steams across the night

You take my hand

You and I are the abnormality…

A glimmer fills your eyes

But as silence breaks the band

All that is left are goodbyes

just some of the few gems

stored in our valuable souls.

unlock your inner chest;

you never know

how a simple kind gesture might

help others grow, change,


-Poem and Art by Alejandra Quintana (12)

*The scarce use of capitalization and punctuation

has remained intact as intended by the author.

My lids flutter open

A tear cascades down my cheek

For never again will I see

The golden ship of light

That steamed across the night

-Cecilia Thon (12)


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A Sunflower in the Dark

When she was sure the Protector had finally blinded the big eye, the little sunflower

slowly but surely began creeping out of the darkness.

She did so with a cautious mind, fearing the air might still be dangerous, and reluctantly

peeked her head through the side of the wall. The few petals she still had left became yellow

again as the light touched them; they formed an incomplete circle around her head. She noticed

the light of the world dimming all around her, and let her stem unwind, glad to once again be

safe from harm; there would be no need to hide for a while. Focusing her strength on her roots,

she pushed her vase an inch forward, and another, and so on, sliding away from the wall’s edge

and across the splintery surface of the counter window that offered an unimpaired view of the

outside world. She was headed toward her favorite spot, it was the smoothest part of the counter,

and she had memorized its exact location the first time she had found it. She arrived at last,

exhausted, but glad nonetheless; now she could feel comfortable and at peace. Looking up at the

sky, the eye had disappeared, all that was visible was a great, round shadow: the Protector, as she

had named it. She was thankful for its existence, for without it she would have perished a long

time ago. If only it would stay longer, the sunflower thought to herself. All that time spent in the

darkness had caused her health to decline, her beauty to fade. What little she could regain from

this cyclical visit was not enough to revitalize her, but it at least provided the nourishment she

needed to survive. Because once the Protector left, once the eye returned… “Do not dwell on

what’s already written”, she reminded herself, “nothing is gained by focusing on what you

cannot control.” Still, the sorrow in knowing that she would later need to recede into the shadows

once again was always hard to ignore.

The view from the counter was not that impressive. What lied beyond the wooden abode

she called home was nothing more and nothing less than sand, endless dunes she liked to believe

were deep waves of water crashing into each other, or colorful mountains whose green-redyellow-orange-brown

peaks broke through the cloudless skies, which she preferred to envision as

being filled with clouds. She did not mind the emptiness, but preferred it over any beautiful

landscape, for it served as a playground for her mind to wander around in.

A mild wind blew from the west, where it always came from, and breezily whistled

through her petals like a voice calling out in the distance, singing… unreachable. The sunflower

found the invite kind, but it was not like she could go anywhere.

Looking up, the Protector led her gaze as it moved across the sky, a dark circle of

shadow, actually silver underneath. Though it brought her serenity, she could never stare at it

long enough without unwillingly visualizing the monster hidden behind it. Even the Protector

was only the size of his pupil, the thought of which sent chills through the sunflower’s roots. The

Gazer was the name she had given him: a singular eye, perfectly round, and at its center a pupil

that bounced in every direction like a pinball, scanning the ground. Never stopping to stare, he

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always seemed to be searching relentlessly for something as important as life itself; not once had

she witnessed him blink. He was covered in flames, endless amounts of erupting fire the

sunflower knew would never die out, never subside. The heat he generated was too strong for

her. Direct exposure to this melting hot air for even an inch beyond a short while would mean

doom. Only the Protector, her only shelter and friend in this world, was able to halt this climate,

and did so whenever it returned from its trek across the skies unknown. So, whenever that

moment came once again, the sunflower would spot the pallid orb slowly emerging from the

east, en route to cover the Gazer’s view, and begin anticipating the skylight to dim. And when it

did, she would wait until it stopped dimming, making sure he was fully blind, then begin to push

her vase toward the edge of the window, where she would exit the darkness of her house and

enter the world of light. Finally, she could receive all of the light she needed to survive.

Such a trouble in order to be able to live, yet to her nothing was more worth it than

achieving that feeling of being, truly, alive. These moments, however, did not last enough to

repair the damages she suffered from spending the other portion of her life hiding in the house:

half of her petals, some turned grey though they had previously been yellow, had gone with the

wind, preferring to swim through its westward currents than to perish in the dark. Her stem had

lost much of its strength, and so had her roots, making sliding across the counter a more straining

process every time.

She turned her head to look across the counter and into her one-room house. A long seat

rested in the middle, and a couple of smaller seats littered the wooden ground, some fallen over.

A square black box with two stems protruding from its head had been placed in front of the long

seat. Who or what had placed all of this here, she could not recall, nor could she recall having

been brought into the place. All she knew, all she had ever known, was here, and only the

counter-window at that; the only way to reach the floor was to jump, and her vase would break if

she tried. All she could do was stare at the room and wonder about how this here and that there

came to be. But it was her home, it kept her safe, and for that she was thankful, though she was

aware it was simultaneously what harmed her the most. What could she do? She shifted her focus

back to the sky; her mind had begun to hurt.

There then came another gust of wind, and the sunflower turned to receive it. It was

calming down when, all of a sudden, an unexpected appearance took hold of her gaze.

Something, she was not sure what, was descending onto the counter’s edge. Upon touching down

on the surface, the object became clearer… it seemed to be a petal! A loose flower petal, she

shouted in her head, blown in from the west! She did not know what to think of that at first, for

nothing like this had ever occurred to her before. No petal, nor any other object for that matter,

had appeared on the counter for as long as she had been alive. The color of the petal, though not

as clear from afar, was unmistakably dark. Could it be, she dared to think, that one of the petals

that once had escaped her had returned? Most of those had become almost completely gray, so

that was a possibility. Had one truly returned to her, or was this just some trick the winds were


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pulling? Choosing to believe the former, she decided to head toward the petal. Even if her

assumption ended up being false, she wanted to know what that object was. Perhaps what she

discovered would end up not being a petal at all, but something else, maybe a clue for some

bigger picture, a message from the unknown. Or maybe not, maybe her eyes just deceived her,

and this trip would hold nothing of importance at the end. She chose to ignore these doubts, and

began to push.

The sunflower was pushing urgently along the counter’s surface. Walking turned to

running which turned to hopping, the excitement strengthened her roots as if they had never

weakened in the first place. After what felt like a short while, she finally arrived at her


Nearing the object, she was now able to view it more accurately. She determined it was

indeed a flower petal… but the shape was all wrong. Her own petals were short and thin, only

widening a bit in the middle. This one was much longer, and was significantly wider at the

bottom, getting thinner as it neared the tip. It was also much darker than she thought it would be,

almost as black as its shadow. It turned out the petal was covered in ash, charred across most of

its originally white surface. There was a faint smell of smoke emanating from it, so she

concluded that the petal had obviously been burned, but it must have been a while ago. But how?

The sunflower was eager to know. Where did this petal come from? Why did it arrive at my

doorstep? Was it a message from a distant cousin, asking for my help?

A moment later, another wind came whistling, and the burned petal was once again lifted

into the wind, and soon it was gone. The sunflower lifted her head to watch it fly away,

disappointed that she will never get any answers to her questions. It is then and there when she

noticed the light around her was now brighter than before. A quick glance up at the sky and her

body froze. She had spent too much time in awe of the petal, and now found herself standing on

the opposite edge of the counter, as far away as possible from the wall, and the Gazer was

regaining his sight.

She pushed herself forward without a moment of thought, and ran for her life. She

jumped and slid across the counter and through the air. Her roots felt as if they were near

bursting, but she resolved not to pay it any mind. Her speed was extraordinary, her terror

unthinkable. She carried on like this until the wall was a couple hops away. The darkness entered

her line of sight, and she waited to welcome it like a long lost friend. But before she was able to,

a sudden heat froze her; she looked up, unpremeditated.

The Gazer was staring. He had never stared before, at anything, as if he was always

searching, yet never finding. His pupil was engulfed in a raging fire, flames erupting from its

center. Indeed, he was focused on something, something he finally found worthy of giving his

undivided attention. And the object of his fascination: a lone sunflower, terrified.

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She jerked herself from his freezing stare and took off again. She was zooming through the

heat, but soon found herself unable to ignore the pain that was in her roots, since there was now

pain entering from other places as well, and it was hard to ignore everything. “no, No, NO” is all

that went through her head as the wall before her started getting farther and farther away. She felt

something pinch her stem, strengthening its little grasp more, and more, and more. A gray cloud

invaded her view. She allowed herself to think, “where’s that coming from?”, but didn’t make an

effort to investigate. She then felt something pierce her leaves and was now forced to notice that

two of them were puffing out fumes; “Oh,” she realized, “it’s me”.

Never had the darkness seemed so welcoming. She was now safe behind her wall, the

pain surging through her veins ceased to matter. She looked around her and decided she would

die another day, in the confines of this room, fading to gray until all her petals dropped and

nothing remained but a wrinkled stem. It was a nice way to go, free from strife. She let herself

smile. Time seemed to stand still. The wind blew again, a cool breeze filled the air.

Then the sky yelled: a short, piercing BOOM, and the house lit up in flames. The wooden

floors spread them everywhere: the long seat and the short ones, the black box, everything else, it

was all becoming ash. The sunflower remained frozen in time, trying its hardest not to melt. Heat

rushed into the air, trapping itself inside the house as if to say, “This is all mine now.” She was

once again forced out her trance by the smell of smoke. It was her leaves again, and some of her

petals. But what could she do? What could she had ever done? She peeked her head through the

side of the wall and looked up. The Gazer was staring directly at her; he was now squinting, his

pupil brighter than she had ever seen. She turned away and back at the house, the color orange

surrounded her. She did not want to see any more flames, so she chose not to see at all.

Her last thoughts were of the Protector, and how unconcerned it had seemed with leaving

her behind.

- Pablo Rubín (11)

Art by Alexandra Díaz (12)


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Journal Entry: March 31, 2018

A Matter of Time

I woke up this morning to the otherworldly smell of my father's expertly crafted, customary bowl of oatmeal. I rose

and then fell back to rest some more minutes before abandoning my comfortable bed. Soon, I exited the room and

went downstairs to enjoy the wondrous delicacy laying on the kitchen table. As I sat on my usual stool, I heard my

phone ring. I got up from my chair and sprinted towards the ever-tempting smartphone, which I had left charging

the night before, and anxiously unlocked it. I had three missed calls from one of my friends, but I did not really

consider it urgent, so I carried on with my daily morning routine. I had an important Biology presentation that day,

and as I stepped into my father's pick-up truck, I was only focused on my index cards and a plethora of notes that

constantly overwhelmed me. My father was ultimately conscious of my excessive academic worries and did not mind

when I forgot to say goodbye, as I hurriedly jumped out from the car seat. Most of the day went by quite

monotonously, since I was mentally preparing myself for the Biology project. During recess, I paid little attention to

my friends' insistence on celebrating my college acceptance, which I had timely received the past afternoon. I also

realized those three missed phone calls were to remind me of my accomplishment and probably congratulate me on

such a wondrous feat, as my friends prefer to call it. Internally, I was immensely grateful, but I was so submerged in

my studying that I, inadvertently, begged for them to leave me alone. They left and, inevitably, I continued

reviewing my presentation notes. It was almost time for Block 5, which would normally be Biology, but five minutes

before the bell rang, I heard an unbelievably loud sound. It was so incredibly deafening that I could not immediately

decipher the source. I started counting after I had heard the anomalous sound; "1, 2, 3…,” I whispered to myself.

Before I could say “4,” I heard an equally loud shriek coming from the right side of the hallway. I suddenly became

aware that something unusual was occurring when all of the students around me started to run around desperately,

yet I stood still and almost unable to think. I then saw one of my friends running towards me, screaming and

sobbing simultaneously, and only managing to exclaim my name. I ran as quickly as possible to meet her, and as I

stood in front of her, she frantically collapsed. Another horrendous sound came from the hallway and I inferred it

was a gunshot, although I had never in my life heard such a painful reverberation. I managed to carry my friend in

my arms, and proceeded to run towards the nurse's office. I was relieved when I saw the nurse near the entrance,

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and I immediately asked her for help. She took me and my friend in and led us to a closet, which was already full of

other students with an ineffable look of trepidation in their faces. I lay on the ground and let my friend rest on top of

me, and everyone remained speechless and immobile for an incredibly long time. I only remember pure darkness and

quiet breaths of sorrow that aggravated my desperation. We heard eight more gunshots and an endless amount of

screams, yet we were incapable of doing anything. I could not imagine what was happening outside those confining

four walls, and I grew increasingly worried about the possible consequences of these sounds. It was infuriating to

remain still, yet if I uttered a single word, I endangered so many other lives, aside from my own, that I was prudent

enough to stay silent. This silence would not last long, though...

I am now pretty sure that an hour went by before we were allowed to exit the closet, even though the terrible sounds

only lasted ten minutes. As I exited the nurse's office, a blur of sights and sounds made me dizzy. I heard police

radios, parents demanding to see their children, and saw red clouds everywhere. I soon found out that one of my

friends, the one that had called me thrice the day before, was shot and killed; I was also told that nine other people

died, including seven students and the nurse that had assured my safety. I could not believe I had the audacity to

disregard and disrespect the people that I most loved. Regret filled my lungs. I struggled to breathe, but I soon heard

my father's voice and felt his embrace. We just stared at each other, and I could not muster the strength to speak. He

drove me home, and I was then able to narrate the unprecedented tragedy that had altered the course of my life in a

matter of seconds.

I do not wish to be labeled merely as a survivor. I have survived, indeed, a terrifying experience, but I would not have

to be grateful for simply being alive if proper methods existed to prevent these types of occurrences. But I remain

hopeful, and I insist on converting my experience into actions that can possibly alter the future of my fellow

classmates, my community, and my nation. Not only do I want to promote change in society, but I also want to

cultivate respect and tolerance. It is never useless to express how you feel nor to take a moment to thank those who

have helped you grow and live happily.


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This short story was inspired by the recent school shootings and the prevalence of massacres and gunviolence

related incidents in the United States. These tragic events have resulted in the mass

movement #NeverAgain and the March For Our Lives campaign, which have been achieved with the

incredible leadership of the Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School shooting survivors Emma

González, David Hogg, Sarah Chadwick, Cameron Kasky, among so many other inspiring young

activists. These students have embraced change and continue to strive for legal amendments that will

prevent these horrendous crimes against humanity.

- Alejandra Quintana (12)

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ESSAYSLibrary Week in a New Light

Although the theme for this year’s American Library Association’s Library Week was

“Libraries Lead”, I’m inclined to think that the theme “Libraries Unite” would have been more

appropriate for what I felt took place in our school during that week.

Whereas during previous library weeks we relied mostly on outside lecturers and guests,

this year the DLC staff took advantage of our own professors’ talents and knowledge. I observed

a true interest on the part of both students and staff in attending and supporting their teachers

and/or colleagues, which to me, reflected a sense of solidarity, school spirit and unity. Both

students and staff were eager to attend Prof. Giovanni Boschetti’s presentation on the legislative

processes, while Prof. Jesús Ortiz intrigued his audience with the many uses of the word

“bregar”, according to renowned author Arcadio Díaz Quiñones’ book on the subject. Students

listened attentively to Prof. Guillermo Nuñez’s much needed presentation on digital citizenship,

while his colleagues were ready to learn about a new educational platform that can be applied in

the classroom.

But, most of all, when a group of Prof. María Vega’s Tenth graders read, danced and

acted out a story and several nursery rhymes for the PrePreKinder students, I could feel a true

sense of bonding, protectiveness and continuity in the way the older students interacted with the

little ones.

I strongly believe that, during the week, we all worked toward our common goal of

strengthening our school spirit and sense of unity, as well as the advancement of knowledge.

- Mrs. Clara Fernández


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Growing Up… Sort Of

When I began high school, I faced the hardest challenge in my life… coming to terms with the fact

that I would grow up. No, that I was growing up already! I would soon be sixteen, and since life goes by

in a blink of an eye, I knew that I was well on my way to becoming an adult. The notion alone

frightened and intimidated me. I did not want to accept the thought of one day being a grown up with

my own responsibilities and my own hardships, such as paying bills… and ranging from picking up

after my dog to picking up after myself. It was a tough pill to swallow for me. My friends were all so

excited to finally be independent, to finally be free from their parents, but I did not want that. I yearned

to go back to my childhood when life was easier and carefree. Perhaps a foolish notion, it was my

former daydream, but, unfortunately, there is no rewind button on life. It just keeps going on and on,

whether or not you are prepared for it. To me, growing up meant leaving everything behind to start a

new life, and I was not ready for that. Personally, this problem kept stressing me out about the future,

and the uncertainty of what it could bring. As a very anxious teenager, this stress made me unmotivated

and depressed; I even talked to a psychologist about it every single session. Until one day, my English

teacher assigned for us to read The Little Prince by Antoine Saint-Exupéry, a story about a pilot who

crashed in the middle of a desert. He thought he was stranded, yet he suddenly meets a young prince,

who says he came from a tiny asteroid far away from Earth. The young prince told the pilot of his

journey, on which he learned many lessons about growing up, morals, feeling with the heart, and loving

what is yours.

This book turned my life around and changed my perspective on growing up for the better. It made

me realize that I can grow older without having to forget my childhood. The new mindset The Little

Prince provided me with helped me accept my fate and come to terms with growing up, knowing I

could always keep my childhood memories in my heart: memories that will be with me until the day I

die, since no one can take those away from me. I will never forget the times that I most enjoyed, called

my childhood. With this in mind, I was ready to take on the rest of high school grasping new

opportunities along the way. My grades improved, I became more social, more open-minded, and I

joined many more clubs. It may sound immature to want to keep the soul of a child, but I disagree. I’m

able to hold onto childlike hope, while simultaneously becoming a man. Keeping my childish soul

while growing up allowed me to reinvent who I was; humans are supposed to change and find

themselves. As I continued my coming-of-age story, I was able to accept who I am and who I want to

become, and have learned to embrace my true and unique self thanks to The Little Prince. I am now the

best person I have ever been. I am kind, hopeful, imaginative, creative, mature, curious, but most

importantly, I am now determined to accomplish all my goals in life no matter how hard it may be…

because if I can get over the greatest obstacle in my life, growing up, then I can overcome any obstacle

life has to offer. I look at my future in college and beyond with enthusiastic eyes now by being eager to

accomplish my newly found goals formed in high school and making room for growth and new

experiences. All without ever forgetting that in my heart… I will always be a kid.

- Diego Ramírez (12)

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The following open letter is implicitly addressed to the graduating Class of 2018, and serves as an essential reminder

of the attitude one must adopt when confronted with an uncertain future. The members of Zeitgeist Literary Magazine

are hopeful and excited about the promising, diverse opportunities the Seniors will soon encounter, and we wish them

all happiness in their academic and personal endeavors.

To Whom It May Concern:

Lately, all I’ve been able to do is think. Thinking, thinking and even more thinking.

The common theme between all of these thoughts is the future, I’m always wondering,

“Where will I go next?”, “Will I be happy?”, “Is this the right choice?”. I can’t help but

worry about the uncertainty the future brings. Now, I know that ceasing the neverending

possibilities that pop in your head one after the other seems almost impossible

but, it’s not. It’s normal to be doubtful, and it’s okay to be scared about what the future

brings. Instead of letting that hold you back, I believe it would be much more productive

to take in your frustrations, fears and doubts about your future and channel them into

something productive. Work on what you love, work on what guarantees you your own

little success. Think about it this way: if you step into a “great unknown” expecting

everything to go wrong, it simply will. But, if you change your way of thinking into

something more positive, you’ll lose that fear that’s creeping up behind you. The

unknown doesn’t have to be scary unless you make it scary for yourself. So, those who

feel unsure and scared to step into a new phase in their life, I encourage you to view it

from a different perspective. This is your time, take advantage of it and seize your

moment. You’ll be okay, and whatever happens I’m sure you’ll have people who love

you and support you be right by your side or at least one phone call away. And for

those who are leaving to study abroad, I want you to know that this is just a new period

in your life, you’ll enjoy it with that splash of freedom that you’ve always wanted, and

you’ll finally be surrounded by so many people with similar interests and passions.

Everything will be okay, you will be okay. I wish all of you entering a new period in

your life the best of luck. I believe in you.

- Essay and art by Alexandra Díaz (12)


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This essay is addressed to the members of Zeitgeist Literary Magazine and Elipsis, and contains a message with

a universal appeal, since any student or faculty member who possesses a natural tendency for the arts can

appreciate this piece of prose.

A Long Walk Begins With One Step

I have a special interest in literature and for any artistic expression that comes

from a genuine interest. My academic preparation is in languages and literature. I

value the literary work, and by this, I do not mean one of the widely known, but

rather that of those budding artists like you.

I believe that artists should enjoy a place in society that allows them to make a

living on their art. More than inspiration, art is work. I remember the first time, as a

ninth-grader, I heard the sentence attributed to Thomas Alva Edison: “1 percent

inspiration and 99 percent perspiration.” Be assured that I read your written

productions in the two literary magazines of the school. I observe with great

enthusiasm that today's writers will always leave an honorable legacy to those who,

like you, take part in a genre open to creation and interpretation. There are no readymade

formulas or predictable results. On the contrary, the creative process takes a

few twists and routes, sometimes unsuspected for the person who writes; many

times, they will feel that the ideas that bubble in their brain are those that guide their


As any human being, I have my preferences regarding literary genres. I am

fascinated by the essay for its ductility and ability to adapt to any ongoing

circumstance. In the end, the essay ends up making understandable what generates a

brotherhood between reader and writer.

After all, carry on improving your artistic skills, friends! Regardless of your

professional goals, be enlightened!

- Prof. Jesús Ortiz

Art by Alexandra Díaz (12)

Friday, April 27, 2018 A LITERARY MAGAZINE p.19

ESSAYS Powerful Women in History

We’re here to shed some light on the forgotten but important women in our history. Here you’ll see

both the wealthy and the poor, the good and the bad, and the ones in matrimony and the unwedded. These women

have left an often doubted, or just completely obliterated, mark on our past. We hope to demonstrate interesting

anecdotes about fascinating women who were left in historical darkness. We believe these stories can be used to

teach people about love, acceptance, passion and lessons regarding our society.

First we’d like to mention three intelligent and exemplary women, who worked at NASA and joined mission

Apollo, which entailed leaving Earth’s orbit to land on the Moon. People talk about the astronauts, who actually

boarded the spacecraft, but we want to talk about the geniuses behind the scenes. One of them was Katherine

Coleman Goble Johnson, an African-American mathematician who contributed greatly to NASA’s first manned

space flight program and provided notable calculations in orbital mechanics. Considered an “actual human

computer”, Dorothy Johnson Vaughan was another African-American mathematician who distinguished herself

by learning and teaching others FORTRAN, the computer programming language of the time. Also joining them

is Mary Winston Jackson, a mathematician and aerospace engineer at the National Advisory Committee for

Aeronautics who became the first black female engineer for NASA. The great contributions these amazing women

achieved, during an era full of great gender and race inequality, should serve to teach young girls that one can

defy any barrier by making the most of one’s intelligence and abilities.


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Other inspirational women like Amelia Mary Earhart further prove this argument. Not only was she brave enough to

become the first female aviator to fly alone across the Atlantic Ocean, but she was also awarded with the U.S. Distinguished

Flying Cross. She taught women that gender and societal norms do not matter when it comes to achieving personal goals. This

leads us to another magnificent woman, Mary Magdalene. She was the first person to see Jesus’ resurrection, and also one of his

most faithful followers. She believed in her Messiah, even when she risked being condemned for it. This teaches us to be faithful

to our own beliefs, even in times of desperation, and especially when so many others expect you to think otherwise.

On another note, when one thinks of famous classic authors, people like Shakespeare or John Fletcher are those that

come to mind, rather than others such as Sappho, one of the first female writers. She was a lyric poet from Greece, and was well

known for the singing of her poems, which would often be accompanied by a lyre. She addressed the issue of varied sexual

orientation, teaching people to embrace and be proud of one’s identity, to accept others, and to show the world that being

different does not belittle one’s capacity for greatness.

All of these examples help illustrate how much women have contributed to our historical legacy, how much women

are currently able to accomplish, and how much women can and will provide for the promising future.

- María F. Villavicencio and Mía Nevárez (7)

Friday, April 27, 2018 A LITERARY MAGAZINE p.21

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 Quotes on Embracing Change

“Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass. It’s about learning to dance in the rain.”

― Vivian Greene

“Taking a new step, uttering a new word, is what people fear most.”

― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Crime and Punishment

“Sometimes," Jem said, "our lives can change so fast that the change outpaces our minds and

hearts. It's those times, I think, when our lives have altered but we still long for the time before

everything was altered-- that is when we feel the greatest pain. I can tell you, though, from

experience, you grow accustomed to it. You learn to live your new life, and you can't imagine, or

even really remember, how things were before.”

― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

"Destiny is a funny thing. You never know how things are going to work out. But if you keep an

open mind and an open heart, I promise you will find your own destiny someday".

― Uncle Iroh, Avatar, the Last Airbender

“When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this

storm’s all about.”

– Haruki Murakami , Kafka on the Shore

“Some changes occur suddenly like a brilliant flash of lightning striking across a dark sky. These

changes are stunning, exciting but can be quickly forgotten. Other changes happen slowly,

gradually, like a flower blooming in early spring, each day unfurling its petals another fraction of an

inch towards the warm, nurturing sun. These changes are as inevitable as nature running its course;

they’re meant to be.”

– Suzi Davis, Amber Frost

“You must not abandon ship in a storm because you cannot control the winds”

– St. Thomas More

“You may not control all the events that happen to you, but you can decide not to be reduced by


– Maya Angelou

“A ship is always safe at shore, but that is not what it was built for”

– Albert Einstein

“There are no safe paths in this part of the world. Remember you are over the Edge of the Wild

now, and in for all sorts of fun wherever you go.”

― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit Selected by Cecilia Thon (12)


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You Are Zeitgeist


Find !e literary character, novel, au!or, or o!er given term

!at pertains to !e !eme of change.

1. Character from The Crucible that changes from a cowardly man to someone who is willing to sacrifice his life

and reputation for the good of his community.

2. Character from Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice who changes her perspective of a certain man, for she realizes

that she has misjudged him mainly because of pride.

3. “The winds of change” and “the turning of the tides” are examples of a …

4. One of this novel’s main themes is embracing the transition of childhood to adulthood.

5. Character in William Golding’s Lord of the Flies that represents man’s descent into brutal savagery when

confronted with the loss of society and civilization.

6. Author of A Christmas Carol, which narrates the visits of three ghosts who all warn an elderly man to change

his ways before it is too late.

7. Synonym for change.

8. Character in The Little Prince who lives the same monotonous life day after day, living only to fulfill his work.

9. Children’s book by Dr. Seuss which advises people to care enough to change the world and provide a hopeful

future for the coming generations.

10. Novel by Randy Pausch with multiple life lessons given in response to the author’s diagnosis of terminal


Prepared by Cecilia Thon (12)

Friday, April 27, 2018

You Are Zeitgeist

Dear Perpetuanos:



Hi. You do not know who I am, but I am just like you; the only difference is that I am attracted to people of my same

gender. I still remember the first time I told myself that and was actually proud of it. It felt so good to finally admit

something to myself that I have been running away from for so long. For years, I had been trying to figure out who I was.

As a kid, I used to always look at girls and I thought that they were “cute”, but I also looked at boys and said that they

were “cute”. I did not think much of it at the time; I did not really know what the concept of sexuality meant. In middle

school, I was going through a rough time in my life, so I did not really pay attention to others, especially in a romantic

way. When I got to high school, I began to notice that I spent more time looking at other boys than girls. I wondered what

this meant, and I kept doubting myself unceasingly. I did not want to believe it. Consequently, the rest of freshman year

was spent being ashamed of these thoughts that I was feeling and hiding them away. I struggled with coming to terms with

who I was because of fear. I was scared to admit something so drastic. Months went by until one day, I realized that these

thoughts were things that I can’t control. As hard as I tried to hide them, they always kept coming back. I finally began

understanding what was going on in my brain, and eventually decided to admit to myself that I was different from others in

an equally exceptional way.

I knew very few LGBTQ people in my life; the only ones I knew about were Ricky Martin and my older brother. Which

brings me to the next problem I faced during my journey… coming out. I finally accepted who I was, so the next step was

to be open about it. I wanted to tell my parents, but the thought of telling them terrified me. I guess I did not want them to

be ashamed of me.I felt like I would disappoint them. I felt that I would not live up to their expectations… I felt lost and

alone, thinking that there was nobody I could talk to. So I hid my identity for a while longer. I eventually worked up the

courage to start coming out to my friends. If telling myself was hard enough, now I had to say those words to someone

else. Announcing who you are to the world is very terrifying because there exists the possibility that the world might not

accept you. Nervously, I told my closest friends one by one, and I began to gain confidence because of their wonderful

responses. I still remember every single time I told one of them. However, my confidence was shortly broken afterwards;

someone told another person, and my secret eventually reached someone I was not ready to tell. She was a very important

person in my life, and I wanted to tell her myself. I never got that chance… it was taken away from me. This destroyed me,

and I stopped telling people about my identity.

I remember the times people would come up to me and ask me uncomfortable questions. My heart would stop instantly,

and I would get nervous about people questioning my sexuality. I thought to myself: “Oh no,” “They are onto me,”

“Someone told them,” “I can’t trust people anymore,” “People are judging me,” etc. But, suddenly, I told myself: “Who

cares what they think?”. I realized that what mattered was that I was proud to be who I am, and I did not care for other

people's judgements. I slowly regained my confidence. Junior year came by and I was proud to be myself. However, I still

needed to tell my family.

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You Are Zeitgeist

On National Coming Out Day, I was finally ready to tell my parents. I started with my mom. I went up to her, sat her

down, and I confessed my secret. She was shocked, but she told me that she still loved me. This was one of the happiest

moments in my life. Then an even scarier trial approached… telling my dad. I was more scared to tell him, and I never

got to. I wish I could’ve told him, but I just couldn't. One day, when my parents sat me down, he asked me directly, and

I said yes. He had the same reaction as my mom. However, telling others about who I am was the hardest thing I have

ever done. After that, I told my three brothers, and luckily they were all so happy for me. I posted on Facebook that I

was in a relationship with a boy, and that was basically my coming out to the world, the rest of my class, and to other


That’s my story. Now, please be proud of yourself. God doesn’t make mistakes. I was ready to tell my friends and

family, but I should have waited a bit longer. I should’ve taken the experience more seriously… understand that maybe

some people need time to internalize. I thank endlessly my friends and family for accepting and cherishing me as I am.

However, it’s important to realize that not everyone is going to see things the way you do. Nevertheless, that’s okay;

you can’t win them all over. The only person who needs to accept you is yourself, so move on with your wonderful

existence and embrace life.

If you love yourself and are true to who you are, you will become the happiest you’ve ever been. Trust me.

Friday, April 27, 2018


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Zeitgeist Recommends…

This section of the magazine contains a movie review and some film recommendations from members of Zeitgeist that

include the themes of change, acceptance, growth, and identity. Some may call them coming-of-age films, or

bildungsroman stories.

On March 14th, some members of Zeitgeist Literary Magazine, as well as a few invited students, had the amazing opportunity to attend

an exclusive screening of the movie Love, Simon.

Love, Simon is based on the book Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda by Becky Albertalli. The film is centered around the

life of Simon Spier, a teen who struggles with coming out. It follows his story when someone finds out his secret and starts

blackmailing him with the threat of sharing it, as well as his journey to find love. It’s definitely a movie every high schooler in this day

and age should watch, since it deals with accepting who you are and being honest about it with your loved ones. It brings matters we

must deal with on a daily basis to light; however, it can be enjoyed by anyone. You may face a variety of emotions throughout the

movie, but you’ll definitely walk out of it feeling “warm and fuzzy” inside.

The movie premiered in Puerto Rico on April 12th, and you can be sure any member of Zeitgeist or anyone who went to see it

will recommend it to you. It’s definitely a film that has the power to change your perspective on certain aspects of life. You’ll probably

treasure your friends and family even more after seeing it, and you may be more confident and comfortable with being yourself and

expressing what you think. Definitely make plans with your friends to go to the movies as soon as possible, or go by yourself, as this

movie is definitely a must-watch, especially in these changing times. You’ll undeniably get your money’s worth with this unique and

heartwarming film.

- Harold Peón (10)

Boyhood (2014) dir. by Richard Linklater

Moonrise Kingdom (2012) dir. by Wes Anderson

Pan’s Labyrinth (2006) dir. by Guillermo del Toro

Fish Tank (2009) dir. by Andrea Arnold

Submarine (2010) dir. by Richard Ayoade

The Edge of Seventeen (2016) dir. by Kelly Fremon Craig

Cinema Paradiso (1988) dir. by Giuseppe Tornatore

Les quatre cents coups (1959) dir. by François Truffaut

Antes que cante el gallo (2016) dir. by Ari Maniel Cruz

20th Century Women (2016) dir. by Mike Mills

Romeo + Juliet (1996) dir. by Baz Luhrmann

Rebel Without a Cause (1955) dir. by Nicholas Ray

The Virgin Suicides (1999) dir. by Sofia Coppola

Brooklyn (2015) dir. by John Crowley

West Side Story (1961) dir. by Jerome Robbins, Robert Wise

Picked by cinephiles María Freyre (11) and Alejandra Quintana (12)


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Zeitgeist Recommends…

A Playlist for Late Nights

A small yet note-worthy list of music recommendations for a calm night.




The Way Things Change

Yellow Days

A newly released single that melts into your brain.




Futile Devices (Doveman Remix)

Sufjan Stevens

One of the many gems in Call Me by Your Name’s soundtrack.





Sugar Candy Mountain

A song for reinvention.





Agnes Obel

The song that makes me consider purchasing a premium Spotify account.





Gabriel Garzón-Montano

A song for late-night car rides.

- Selected by Julia García (10) Art by María Elena Álvarez (11)

This selection of songs inspire calming thoughts and ease your journey of change,

acceptance, or growth. Late nights provide time to ponder and question the many

vicissitudes of life.

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Zeitgeist Recommends…

Ever since the launch of the magazine, Zeitgeist has encouraged APS students to participate in a

plethora of activities. From the Open Mics and Poem Readings to the Book Drive and the visit to Hogar

Rafaela Ybarra, we have cultivated a passion for the arts and inspired many to pursue their academic,

creative, and personal interests. We even had the chance to attend a special screening of Love, Simon, in

which members of Zeitgeist, Elipsis, and other students shared an enriching experience. We cannot

wait to see what the future holds; this literary magazine will always provide you with the opportunity to

express yourself and appreciate everything that makes us human.


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Message from the moderator of Zeitgeist Literary


Daring to embrace change is not always an easy task.

However, it is a necessary ability in today’s dynamic world.

It’s important to keep in mind that change can be good,

especially if we maintain a positive perspective. In the

process of confronting an unwritten future, all I ask of you is

to always stay true to who you are. As long as you can

accomplish this, you will be able to face whatever changes

or challenges develop with pride and certainty. To the

graduating class, I wish you the very best. It’s been an

honor and a pleasure to guide you in our journey to learn.

Be good, be truthful, and go seize the world! I can’t wait to

see the amaziing things you will achieve!

With love,

Mrs. Mari Vega

Art by María Elena Álvarez (11)

Here is a collage of book recommendations from the

members of Zeitgeist that include the themes of

acceptance, change, and growth:

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