{"id":532,"date":"2017-05-06T10:43:43","date_gmt":"2017-05-06T14:43:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/iblog.dearbornschools.org\/sabbaghela\/?p=532"},"modified":"2017-05-08T20:48:19","modified_gmt":"2017-05-09T00:48:19","slug":"student-contributor-adam-illyes","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/iblog.dearbornschools.org\/sabbaghela\/2017\/05\/06\/student-contributor-adam-illyes\/","title":{"rendered":"Student Contributor: Adam Illyes"},"content":{"rendered":"

There have been few pieces of art, in any medium, that have moved me so deeply that I feel compelled to step back and allow myself to grasp what has entered my conscience. So few, indeed, that I can count them off on one hand- <\/span>To Kill a Mockingbird<\/span><\/i> holds its head high amongst them. It is art like <\/span>To Kill a Mockingbird<\/span><\/i> that inspires me unlike anything else. It is an inspiration that exists far beyond the content of the novel, an inspiration of the soul, a sensation that feels bigger than comprehension.<\/span><\/p>\n

To Kill a Mockingbird<\/span><\/i> represents, in many ways, those joys that a name would stain. It is a story of lost innocence and greed, but beyond that, it is a story of honesty, wisdom, bravery and love prevailing in the face of it all. It is a novel that reminds me what joy can truly be. It is a novel that calls forth the sacred thought, the faith that, whatever it\u2019s worth, anyone can create art that touches one\u2019s anima. Anyone has the power to open the hearts of others, to take their stand against whatever they may, be it prejudice, productivity, or philosophy. Anyone can bottle their senses, their happiness, and their trust to encapsulate whatever they feel. <\/span>To Kill a Mockingbird<\/span><\/i> reminds me that joy comes from someplace special. It isn\u2019t seeing an \u201cA\u201d on an orange sheet. It isn\u2019t the allure of possession or meaningless hours spent before the television screen. It is seeing the eyes of a friend light up, it is the teary-eyed ramblings of a party gone on for far too long, and it is a whisper from the lips of Boo Radley.<\/span><\/p>\n

A name may stain this accomplishment of writing, but it isn\u2019t the failings of language at blame. Any single name isn\u2019t enough. It \u00a0can take hundreds and \u00a0thousands of words. It can take countless pages, and on occasion, can take a small rural county in southern Alabama. It can take a thoughtful landscape, or a quirky computer game, or a favourite song. But it is something beautiful, and it is joy. It is the reassurance that, both a greedy wretch, a man falsely condemned to death, and a curious little girl can all understand one another in a deep and profound way.<\/span><\/p>\n

If there is any great moral to <\/span>To Kill a Mockingbird<\/span><\/i>, it isn\u2019t one that claims prejudice is evil or that we\u2019ve grown callouses over reality- it is one of stories. It is one that tells us that there\u2019s a story behind every face, behind every reaction and every word. There\u2019s a story to us all, and without having read that story, we can\u2019t expect to know the context of those people and actions we see around us. In this great story of life, the best we can hope to do is to have written down our very best.<\/span><\/p>\n

To Kill a Mockingbird<\/span><\/i> has instilled confidence in me that doing so is within the reach of any willing to grasp it. I wouldn\u2019t change that for the world.<\/span><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>About the Author (in his own words):\u00a0To get formalities out of the way, my name\u2019s Adam and I\u2019m a diligent student at Dearborn High School. Now, what is there for me to tell you about myself? I\u2019ve never deemed my own life story particularly interesting, to be frank. I\u2019ve had a simple childhood of friendships and summers, and I\u2019m having a simple teenagehood of schoolwork and, well, writing. English has become my own personal escape to extraordinary images of picturesque scenery, impossibly interesting adventures and unfathomable beauty and drama- all things which I regrettably must inform you, do not define my day-to-day lifestyle. But hey, that\u2019s what literature is for, isn\u2019t it?<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

There have been few pieces of art, in any medium, that have moved me so deeply that I feel compelled to step back and allow…<\/p>\n

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