Parley is a commonwealth of academic and creative works that symbolize the excellence and diversity of PPCC's student body.
Shannon Pierce took Comp 1 last fall at the Downtown campus of Pikes Peak Community College, and I was lucky enough to be her teacher. I loved her questions and the wealth of life experience she brought to the class. I admired how hard she worked at everything. Last spring, she became a published author in Parley, PPCC’s Student Journal, with her advocacy essay “Sorting the Trash.”
My inspiration for the piece was how electronics serve man, and man serves nature, and vice-versa. But again, its how we came from nature, and in turn we help nature, like how a tree grows and gives us oxygen, and we prune the branches to make it stronger. It was a shout out, really, of appreciation for the simple things that are taken for granted.
I see a soldier who was brave and strong when others were tearing apart who she was as if it would impact what she offered. Her story is the story of hundreds of soldiers, and countless others who have stories that are different from hers, but are stories nonetheless. Soldiers who joined the military when society still referred to them as “kids.” Soldiers who have left their families, their homes, and their ways of life. Soldiers who marry and forego honeymoons for overseas assignments or miss the births of their first children. Soldiers who hold their two year old children on their laps, then do not see those children again until they are a year or two older. Soldiers who kiss the people they love good bye one last time without really knowing it. Soldiers who are fighting for what I, a civilian, stand for.
Two corrupt Iraqi police armed with AK-47s lurked only fifty feet away behind a small building, plotting the execution of as many U.S. soldiers as possible, waiting until the moment that they thought Alpha Company appeared to be the most relaxed and off guard before taking violent and deadly action.
The Delano Grape Strike, led by Cesar Chavez, to put it simply, was a boycott and 300 mile march from Delano to Sacramento determined to achieve a living wage for migrant workers in the United States. Jan went down to Delano for a weekend to join in the heart of the strike to show her support and learn more about the people who were fighting for their civil rights and the lives that they had to live in order to provide for their families while still being used and exploited in their only option for work.
Borne of conscience, drowned at once: My reason rose to fill the space. And nothing can my guilt repair And yet it hangs upon my face. With nothing held and nothing gained By waiting or by moving on . . .