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Reflections

What is Reflections?

PTA Reflections is an arts program designed to give students an outlet for creative expression. Students interpret each year’s theme in the categories of dance choreography, film, visual arts, photography, literature and musical composition. This year's theme is "I am hopeful because...".  All students are invited to submit an entry and can submit up to one entry per category.  Specific entry guidelines for each category and steps are provided below.  For specific questions, please contact our Reflections Chair, Karen Robinson via email at reflectionsprogram.lhhs.ptsa@gmail.com.

ENTRIES DUE
OCTOBER 6TH

1

Create Artwork 

Students may enter one submission per category.  Each submission must include an artists statement. Each category has specific entry guidelines. Please review and follow the submission rules to ensure a seamless entry.

2

Submit Your Artwork

Entry form and submissions will be done electronically through google forms. You must have a google account to access and may use your student google account.  We look forward to your entry(s)!

3

Judging Levels

Artworks submitted will be judged at our school level. Winning entries will be sent on to councils where they then can reach the district, state and National level. Our LHHS entries will be celebrated at an awards ceremony at LHHS! 

PTSA 2023-2024 Reflections Theme Reveal

Learn More about the Reflections Program

The 2020-2021 PTA Reflections theme was "I Matter Because..."

Visual Arts

First Place - The Love Given and Received by Priscilla Moon

LHHS PTSA Reflections committee is happy to announce that Pricilla Moon also won 1st Place at Saddleback Valley PTA Council Level and 1st Place at 4th District PTA level!

Photography

First Place -  Pound Pup by Gavin Van Mil

PoundPup.jpeg

Music Composition

First Place - Reflection Upon One's Self

by Zachary Wirth 

Reflection Upon Ones Self

Film Production

First Place - The Essay by Nathaniel Albano

Second Place - Dear You by Jason Wong

Third Place - Sk8ter by Gavin Van Mil

Literature

First Place - All I Could Want to Be by John Trytten

All I Could Want To Be 

“I matter because...” 

... 

My mind turns to fuzz... 

... 

At night, some rest, and others sleep, 

But me, my thoughts I tend to keep, 

Hammering away, the same as the day. 

Sound of drums, fitting thrums. 

Yes, flaunting, taunting, haunting, daunting, Dreams of mine or maybe not. 

The harshful climbs and shovely winds- 

... 

Again 

... 

Outside my window, there is a world, 

Inside my window, I lay furled. 

Staring twenty degrees down and over the garden wall. I lean so hard, yet I fear to fall. Across from me, each night I see: 

Alight, a lamp, another window. 

The rest of that street’s a rather dim row.

This beacon it beckons, 

When the city goes to rest, 

So late it's the morning, 

Chasing the moon, I guess. 

But there’s nothing to see, 

No silhouettes dance, 

Unity in severance, 

Makes this ‘nighttime romance.’ 

So I’ll while away the waking night: Wonder is no crutch. 

I would never try to find its source, It matters far too much. 

A stranger across, an albatross, Behind a window pane. 

A fitting refuge? A doubled recluse? To hide beyond some pain? 

Huh. 

The only other light, in the night so dim, Oh I wonder, do I matter to them? ... 

The light isn't always on. 

It’s off tonight. 

...

So alright, I’ll write. 

If life be a book, 

Are the pages in spite? 

Who was ever asked to be born, 

Whatsoever their plight? 

Why do I stare at the clouds at night? ... 

I wonder if I matter. 

Or, do I matter ‘cause I wonder. In the end, am I some consciousness, Caught up in a foggy bliss? 

Questions, questions haunt my mind. It’s not that the answer is hard to find, It’s just easier to walk blind. ... 

pent up... stuff swirls around 

trapped, of course, by the locked door the matter stuck here, coagulating the matter struck here, i have no idea it’s a, it’s a pitter-patter 

of some sort of splitting splatter that may have been a search for meaning or just a hope of one 

Oh I can hear the drums! 

I hope the morning comes! 

Or sends me quietly in my sleep... ---

No more fumes of gloom trapped in my room, Don’t shun the sun if you want things done. 

I matter because I choose to, 

And that’s what you have to see. 

I matter because I think so, 

And that’s all I could want to be. 

I matter because I want what I do, 

I matter because I’m proud to be me. 

So, I’ll rely on myself for my productivity. They say pride is a sin, but it begets a proclivity. In this confusing world, we must afford ourselves an identity. 

Of course, this is no indictment of societal ties that bind, 

But looking to others for self-worth isn’t healthy, you’ll find. 

Turn to yourself to see why you matter, 

Conquer your mind, and ghosts will scatter. Then you can tell the world, and any who oppose you, Yes, I matter, because I chose to. 

It matters to me, and that’s all I could want to be.

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