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very nature–made environment. I continue up the unnecessary handicap ramp to the porch. Once on the porch I can see the door in which I will find my freedom. To get to it however, I have to fight my way through the infestation of cats on my path. Feeling like I’m Super Mario, jumping over the cats, I make it to the door and unlock my freedom. I walk into the house and welcome the clean brisk scent of a mother’s kitchen. Now I know I’m home. Home allows me to feel that I can do anything because it’s the place I feel most comfortable. At home, I don’t have that uneasy feeling like I’m constantly walking on egg shells. At home, I don’t have to ask someone for something I want. At home I just feel free. —Jacob Ferritto OJC Freshman |
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 “Christian” Oil —Elizabeth Grieb OJC Art Student |
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Funding For This Site Provided In Part By A Title V Grant
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