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"Actions in Spotlight has encouraged me to learn more about why these inequalities exist and how society can resolve them through the implementation of the United Nations’ Sustainable Development Goals."
"Actions encourages other young people to learn more and speak out for the causes they support; our voices will be heard."

Nonfiction in response to Partnerships for the Goals
May 2019
When I was little, my teachers taught my peers and me skills like adding and subtracting, reading and writing. They also taught us other skills like sharing with each other, talking about our problems, and negotiating solutions. These are basic principles...
By Georgia Bernbaum
May 2019
Nonfiction in response to Partnerships for the Goals
To achieve all 16 goals, the United Nations put forth the 17th goal which encourages collaboration between public and private sector to achieve the goals.Schools, public or private, play an important role to help achieve this 17th goal. They should prepare the future...
By Grace Muresan
Fiction in response to Affordable and Clean Energy
July 2018
The Difference it Makes
By Grace Muresan

CC Image Courtesy of Eric Rosenbaum
I left the lights on while we were away. Not a big deal, we thought.
Jamie left the tap running while he brushed his teeth. It doesn’t matter, we figured.
Mom forgot to turn off the gas. The house didn’t burn down, so we were fine, we guessed.
But we were wrong.
When dad came home his shoulders were droopy and his head hung low. He had a bad day. An envelope that made me instinctively nervous just by the looks of it was in his hand.
The news Jamie and I had already guessed was released at dinner. “Kids, I lost my job.”
“Can’t you just get a new one?” Jamie asked promptly, just as any six-year-old would.
Silence was his only answer and he got the hint, going back to scraping the vegetables off his plate.
Later when we went to our rooms to sleep the truth dawned on me. No job means no money. No money means no money for lighting, water, gas, heating, mortgage, food even, and all the things that were so normal to us that we simply took them for granted, and shunned them down, didn’t think twice about reality.
Things that so many don’t have but need, things that we carelessly waste.
Quietly I crept around the house, turning off light and dripping faucets and everything else wasting precious electricity. I wasn’t going to waste any longer.
A month later, the utilities bill came in. Dad smiled when he saw it, a relieved smile.
The difference it makes!