Firelands High School Art Student takes Blue Ribbon in Cleveland Clinic eXpressions Creative Writing Competition

A second year Firelands art student achieved first place in the Cleveland Clinic eXpressions creative writing competition. Sophomore Connor Price earned a blue ribbon for “Would’ve”  voicing a parent’s loss of a child. From hundreds of entries, Connor’s work is the only winner from Lorain County. Connor’s writing joins the Red Ribbon art work of junior Victoria Krejci.Connor Price

The Cleveland Clinic Office of Civic Education hosts the annual eXpressions: An Intersection of Art and Science. Students from high schools from Ohio and beyond interpreted research conducted by Cleveland Clinic high school summer interns. The Art 2 and Art 3 students selected their own studies to visually illustrate and verbally express from a list of over 125 summer projects. Art and writing are intertwined in a process that explores the research and is expressed by the student in a visual art project, artist statement and exploratory creative writing piece.

A panel of art educators, medical researchers, medical illustrators, photographers, media and public health professionals evaluate each submission on interpretation, creativity, presentation, and initiative. The judges awarded four levels of special recognition. In descending order they are: Blue Ribbon, Red Ribbon, White Ribbon, and Honorable Mention. Blue Ribbon winners receive $100. Red Ribbon winners receive $75; White Ribbon winners, $50; and Honorable Mention winners, $25. The Firelands Art Department will also receive a $100 educational grant for producing a winning entry in creative writing.

Exhibition and Catalog

All of the award-winning submissions, including Connor’s work, will be featured in a full-color eXpressions catalog of the exhibition, which will open with a reception and dedication on January, 29, 2015, from 7 p.m. to 9 p.m. at the Global Center for Health Innovation (Medical Mart), Cleveland.  The exhibition continues through Friday, March 13. The exhibit is open to the public during regular business hours, Monday through Friday, 8:30am – 5pm.

For more information about the eXpressions program and to view the virtual gallery of past exhibits, visit:

Connor Price’s winning creative writing

  • From student-intern research by Erin Merico, “Parent’s Awareness of Infant Safe Sleep, Fall Prevention, and Security in a Postpartum Hospital Setting and at Home”

Writer’s statement:  “When writing this poem, I want people to see how one small mistake with good intentions can be disastrous to a lifetime of joy. I want parents to feel the seriousness of getting this infant safety education. I don’t exactly want them to feel guilty, but that there are small, easy steps to prevent these simple mistakes.” – C. Price


Would’ve by Connor Price

The night before was the first one of many

You put your daughter to bed, snuggled tight with her teddy

Knowing that she was fast asleep,

You slipped into bed, her bright future filling your dreams

You dreamt of the day on her feet she would go

Your husband would shout “She’s doing it!” you’d exclaim “I know!”

Her first day of school would fill you both with woe

As the school bus approached, you’d reassure her “You’ll have fun, I know!”

It’d be you she’d go to when she would undergo

Her very first breakup, you’d tell her “It gets better, I know.”

Along came the day to college she would go

She’d cry that she’ll miss you; you’d weep “Honey, I know.”

When she’d introduce her boyfriend, who’d give a kindly “hello!”

She’d whisper “I think he’s the one,” you’d smile “Trust me, I know.”

You’d reflect on that night, which would seem so long ago

As you made a toast on their wedding day, “They’re perfect, as you know.”

Your grandkids would be angels, with hearts that’d melt snow

She’d say “They grow up too fast,” you’d sigh, “That’s one thing I know.”

As you’d lie in the hospital, ready to let go,

She’d kiss your forehead and say, “Thanks to you, I’ll always know.”

But this is reality, and none of that is true

And the next morning as you wake you creep into her room

You see she is still as she lay in her bed

And the teddy you gave her covers her little head

You frantically move it, but you know it’s too late

Hysterically you kiss her forehead, like she never would for your sake

Because of you, your baby can never love or grow

Since in reality, sometimes you just don’t know