2023 Middle School Winners
1st Place
"Empathy"
Sunwoo (Summer) Kim
7:00 a.m. The alarm buzzes.
I drink my morning glass of water.
I wash my face.
I brush my teeth.
I take a shower.
Over and over, my hand reaches to turn on the faucet.
About a month ago, in my World Geography class, I came to learn that my morning routine may not be the case for everyone. While I am washing my face and showering with loads of hot water, a girl in Mozambique walks miles home balancing containers filled with water on her head, sometimes several times a day. The average American uses over 100 gallons every day. The average Mozambican uses 3 gallons at most, in the same timeframe. Yet, despite these flinching statistics, many people do not care much about the water scarcity issue and still use much more water than they need to.
So if I could change one thing about this planet, it would be everyone having empathy.
Often, we dismiss many issues in the world as things that are not our problems. As long as we are not directly affected by it, we ignore the problem and move on. The water scarcity issue is just one example. We lack empathy when facing many other problems. For example, while climate change may just mean slightly warmer weather and heavier rain to many of us, those who live in poverty are not able to adapt to and recover from the heat waves, floods, and ice storms that climate change can cause. But because we do not recognize and understand the struggles of those people, we still use fossil fuels without a second thought, forget to turn off the lights, and neglect recycling.
I also saw an absence of empathy when I learned that unaccompanied child refugees crossing the border get locked in cages. I first heard about this only a little while ago - during my English class in a video about Maggie Tokuda-Hall, a writer who refused to revise her author’s note for the Scholastic company and turned down their offer. In her author’s note, she wrote about different types of discrimination happening nowadays. The first that caught my eye was about kids being locked in cages at the U.S. border. It made me think, how could they do this? How could they treat people, the same human race, like animals? The authorities do not think about the hardships and emotions that the refugees had to endure, and thus mercilessly separate families who are seeking asylum. Also, even though this has been covered by the media several times, many people do not pay particularly close attention and often ignore these tragedies.
Another issue is school shootings. Just in 2023 alone, there have been 19 school shootings. None of the people who committed those crimes thought about how the victims, their friends and family, and the whole community would feel. While many politicians conveniently use the phrase “sending thoughts and prayers,” to console someone who was involved in a school shooting situation, the people who have the power to stop school shootings from happening do not seem to have real empathy for the grieving communities of these victims. The first time I experienced an intruder drill at school, when I was living in California, was a shock to me. It seemed that instead of trying to stop the school shooting, we were preparing for what we should do when it happens at our school. This shows how people in positions of power do not understand how much we as students fear these situations.
But with empathy, we can make a difference. Empathy lets us understand what someone else is feeling, share their perspectives, and take meaningful actions to reduce their hardships and suffering. If people put themselves in the shoes of Mozambican girls, they would not only save water but also take tangible actions to solve the water shortage issue by donating to causes that build infrastructure, remove contamination by filtering the water, and improve sanitation in water-scarce countries. If we looked at climate change from the view of people who are living in a coastal village with rising sea levels, we would immediately switch to LED light bulbs, use energy-efficient appliances, eat a more plant-based diet, reduce food waste, and much more. If legislators could really feel how heartbreaking it would be to lose a family member in a mass
shooting, the gun control laws would probably change. If the authorities patrolling the border saw child refugees like they see their own kids, would they still lock them in cages, like animals?
One thing we should remember is that empathy is different from sympathy. Sometimes we sign online petitions or create hashtags, believing that we’ve done our part. I also have signed several petitions for various causes. But the hard truth is, it’s likely that we forget about these causes as soon as they stop trending. This is only short-lived sympathy or pity. With sympathy, we are sorry for the problems but feel relieved that these problems are not happening to us. With empathy, we try to take steps to solve the problems. When I first learned about the water scarcity issue, I only had sympathy for the people who are struggling with a lack of water. I felt sorry for the kids who had to miss school to collect water and was just grateful that I could turn on a tap and water would come rushing out. But as I watched more videos about their lives and did more research on the solutions, I realized that just because I clicked a button doesn’t mean their problems will end. If we don’t think of them as our problems and our suffering, we cannot truly make an impact. No matter how many petitions we sign.
Of course, empathy alone is not a definite answer to all the world’s problems. We also need education, policy interventions, and structural changes to solve many problems we are facing. Nonetheless, empathy can foster understanding, compassion, and unity, which are important elements in the fight against any problem in our world. With empathy, we can start solving many problems together, one step at a time. That is one thing I want to change about this planet.
Honorable Mention
"The Promise"
Catherine Burkhardt
The World. Beautiful blue waters, sparkling to the radiating light, its borders against the vibrant emerald green landscapes, matching with pearly-white, elegant, wispy clouds which hovered over the countless spherical space; but somehow, it was not whole. The world was not one. The reality spoke that it was cracked and divided- into two. Its divine beauty only covered its real scars- and those wounds were created by its own people. Each blister and blemish was clandestine- inevitably never to be revealed from the core.
After all, it was the cities that had created it. It was the people who created the crack down the center, determined to have it crawl to the other end until one-half of the world had fallen off. They seemingly were at war- each side ached with all its might to have the other vanish into the empty space beyond the world’s surface. Any being to try to step in the middle and seal the crack separating both sides would immediately perish within a couple of seconds.
This division created hatred; darkness that spewed out from both sides to attack the other. Amidst this war, a girl endured it all, walking home down the torn stone pathways leading to a dilapidated house made of mere mud and rocks. She was lucky- she got a home to rest in and had very few dirt particles mingling in the jet-black threads of her hair.
Worrisome people littered the broken sidewalk on the girl’s walk home, fretful that their lives could be torn away by the opposing side. This girl lived in the Eastern Division: and according to the West, the East was the one who had started it all. They were the apparent ones who had caused the chaos to erupt- yet both sides showed the same quantity of destruction; neither was better than the other. And deep down, Crestal knew that. As she continued her journey home, recurring thoughts of her world's polarization popped up in her mind. The people she passed by blabbered away about it too, saying how the Western Division deserved nothing.
Crestal closed her eyes, forcing herself to wash away the noisiness encapsulating her. The sound of the cracked and raspy voices immediately faded away, morphing into complete silence. For a heartbeat, Crestal felt an overwhelming sense of uneasiness, instinctively opening her eyes because of the unusual encounter. Her ears had never met with emptiness before- but it didn’t take long for Crestal to find out why there was nothing but a vacuum welcoming her.
The whole world she knew; her house, the road, and the people- were... gone. This new place wasn’t a shaded gloom- instead, the trees were filled with vibrant colors consisting of green, red, orange, and yellow. It was no longer the dingy brown she had only known for her whole life; that place had perished. This new fascination was the world Crestal could have only wished for back at home: peace.
She glanced inside a small window of an elegant home made of bricks nearby, seeing a family laughing and playing something together... They had a strange mat laid on a fancy wooden table and were holding a bunch of pointed plastic pieces that Crestal could not identify. It was a dream; for once, she was seeing a family that didn’t yell; a family that could work together and create yet another thing the Crestal long ago could’ve only hoped for: cooperation. She knew this perfect world had to be impossible- and that disputes were inevitable- but if only she could just try to get the world like this. Like a world of imagination, where freedom rang and the crack in the heart of Earth was mended.
She hoped that this was the future, and she was going to accomplish it as close as she could. People could not be divided anymore- because no matter the side, in the end, everyone was against each other. Crestal knew it was only a matter of time before one-half of her own world was obliterated and the remaining half split into two once again. It would just keep repeating itself; a constant cycle that never stopped. So she knew something had to be done.
Crestal closed her eyes again, but this time, she didn’t wish for silence. She wished for the words of the people she knew so she could heal their ideas and bring everyone together like how it was supposed to be- and she was ready. Crestal didn’t have a plan, nor did she know many people that would help, but she vowed to herself one final thing before she was whisked back into her divided world: that peace and cooperation be restored to humankind.
That one day, the trees would be bright and colorful, the houses would be made of bricks, and the pathways would be paved. Not only for people to find light out of the dark, but also for a walkway- leading to an improved and better future.
Crestal promised herself that.

