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...instant, the adolescent mob is transformed into a congregation. All heads turn toward the worship band, a lo-fi rock combo of 13- and 14-year-olds led by middle school minister Brian Dietz, 28. Many kids shut their eyes, some sway from side to side and sing along with the rock ballad. "Open the eyes of my heart, Lord," they sing. "I want...
...name is Rose Buchberg, and I am a F.A.T. (fabulously active teenage) girl. I am an aspiring writer, working on some journalism pieces. I play the double bass and sing. I am in choir, and I volunteer at my temple. I am especially active in sports. I am on a competitive swim team, I go to an aerobics class, and I take part in yoga, sometimes with my sister (who I absolutely adore despite some of her teasing), sometimes with my mom, who is helping me in my struggle to lose weight. No matter how much exercise...
...course I have it at the end of the day. Time seems to move backward. Unfortunately, my favorite music instructor is leaving this year, so band won't be the same. All of my teachers are great and appreciate my humor and hard work. After school, I practice piano, sing in a chorus, and go to my church's after school program. Sometimes, on Friday nights, I attend PYC, which is a babysitting bonanza where I help sit for groups of up to 20 kids. I don't do it for the money; I do it because I like spending...
...like a lot of rap, I listen to a load of oldies, I'm smart but well liked by most, I'm not artistic, I'm not great at sports, but I can do a little of both. Most of my experience lies in music. I play piano, sing in a choir, play trumpet, and ring bells at my church. I love football and ribs but at the same time I like quiet reading and listening to music from O Brother, Where Art Thou? I can hang with the cool crowd, or I can make sophisticated jokes with my less...
...village of Ianapus tattoo the dark ground with their rhythmic stomping. In contrast to the chaotic rainforest that covers most of their island of Tanna, the surface of the men's dancing ground is bare earth, compacted and smooth from countless years of ritual. Today their strong voices sing here for the success of the yam harvest and the bounty of gardens to come. Young boys, clad like their fathers and uncles only in the nambas, or penis covering, join in, listening intently to the rites they will inherit. A few kilometers away is a small building with a handful...