How to Participate
DEADLINE: October 9, 2020
SPECIAL INSTRUCTIONS: Do NOT submit your artwork to the front office as previously instructed. Please follow the steps below so that we may make arrangements.
Complete your art piece by October 9th,2020 carefully following the rules provided in the link on the right.
Fill out the entry form that is found at the last page of Rules and Entry form document found on the link to the right.
Email the filled out Entry Form - LAST PAGE ONLY to firstname.lastname@example.org
Entry forms received by the deadline will be sent a response via email as the arrangements for the collection of your artwork.
Artworks that are submitted to Laguna Hills High PTSA, will be recognized, celebrated and judged, while a non-judged Special Artists division celebrates student artists with special needs. Laguna Hills High PTSA then sends on a selection of entries to councils and then districts for consideration. The final artworks submitted to California State PTA by districts are then considered for Awards of Excellence or Awards of Merit. Award of Excellence entries then go on to represent California in the final National PTA judging round.
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The 2020-2021 PTA Reflection Theme is “I Matter Because…”
Possible judging levels
Local – this is Laguna Hills High School PTSA
Council – this Saddleback Valley Council PTA
District – we are the Fourth District PTA (of the California State PTA)
State – California State PTA
The 2020-2021 PTA Reflections theme was "I Matter Because..."
Congratulations to all our winners and best of luck to those moving on to the next level of judging:
First Place - Reflection Upon One's Self
by Zachary Wirth
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-
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?
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.