Principal: J. Whitwell
Vice-Principal: B. Woof, T. Nieuwenhuis
Pulse Page Coordinator: J. McGilchrist
Issues of Human Rights Struck Me
Carissa Borowitz, Grade 12
The issue of human rights struck me for the first time at the age of thirteen and it started to torment my way of thinking. The story of children in
After months of working and fundraising for my trip, which was close to $4,000 with all expenses included, the end of July had come. I thought it would have been hard for me to leave everything behind and be selfless for two weeks of my life. I had plenty of nerves, but it didn’t stop me from getting on the plane.
I left my family, friends, technology and the warm weather all behind me. All my connection to people and technology was turned off and stored away before leaving my house. For most teenagers, this is the not the way they would picture their summer, which confused me. Other than myself I brought my hiking backpack, which included about four sets of clothes and other necessities. Only the simplest things were needed to create the most memorable moments in my life.
As my excitement grew, I met amazing people at the
A few days was spent in
The 26 of us were made up of teenagers from all over the world, who all had the same intentions and goals. We worked for 10 days straight, about 5-6 hours a day. This included the renovation of school classrooms, playing with the local children, and starting a water project for the community.
Our group played hard, and worked even harder. In 10 days we were impressed with our accomplishments, and left our mark with a designed and painted mural on the school’s wall. Together, we tasted new foods, became close friends, toured, discussed issues, took pictures, and laughed like crazy.
During my whole trip, it was like I was living a life of pure happiness. It made me think about the choices I make in my life and how I could help myself live happier. The two weeks that I was gone, I did not miss texting, talking on the phone, or surfing the web; although, I will admit that I was slightly craving a Carmel Macchiato from Starbucks.
The attitude of those living in
For the first month after returning home, it was a culture shock. I would sometimes say to myself or others, “I wish I was still in
My view of the world has changed dramatically. During my trip, I educated myself about a third world country, and now it is my plan to educate others on the issues in
Goldilocks and the Three Bears – A Feminist Perspective
Natasha Germana, Grade 12
Once upon a time, in a forest of corruption and turmoil, there was a young, successful female officer named Goldilocks, whose accomplishments did not come from her beauty. She sought out the home of Mama and Papa Bear, in search of 30Ibs of smuggled honey.
Goldilocks came upon the cottage with a search warrant in hand. When she knocked, no one answered, but the door was ajar. The home seemed normal enough; however, it was empty of any creature. At the table in the kitchen, there were three bowls of steaming porridge.
Goldilocks remembered her assignment: find the honey. No honey- smuggling bear could resist adding a little honey to their porridge, so she decided to taste each one.
She tasted the porridge from the first bowl and grimaced, “Too spicy!” Next, she tasted the porridge from the second bowl. “Blech!” she spat, “Too salty!” Finally, she tasted the last bowl of porridge and sighed, “Ah, this porridge is just right. Sweet, sweet honey!” Goldilocks exclaimed, “but where would they hide it?”
Once she searched all the kitchen cupboards, she decided to try the living room. She thoroughly examined the bookshelf containing trophies and pictures with political icons belonging to Mama Bear. In a rush, Goldilocks needed to search the top of the shelf, but could not reach. There were chairs she could use though. She tried the first chair and muttered, “This chair is too big.” Then, she tried the second chair and, exasperated, said, “This chair is too big, too!”
When she tried to climb the last chair, it broke beneath her weight. As a responsible female who knew the hassle of household maintenance, she kindly placed the pieces on the coffee table and out of the way. The last place she checked was on the second level of the cottage.
On the second level she found three beds. This was the last place the bears could hide the honey within the cottage. Goldilocks searched the first bed. It was too hard. The honey jars would have cracked. Moving carefully, she searched the second bed, but it was too soft. It would not be able to conceal 30Ibs of honey. When she tried the third bed, she discovered the half-filled jars of honey and signaled for backup.
It was then that the Bears returned home for their porridge and they did not seem pleased.
“Someone’s been eating my porridge,” growled Papa Bear.
“Papa, I want a divorce,” said Mama Bear.
“Someone ate all my porridge!” cried Baby Bear.
“Someone scuffed my chair,” growled Papa.
“Papa, I’m taking Baby Bear with me,” said Mama.
“Someone broke my chair!” cried Baby.
They proceeded upstairs.
“Someone’s been rifling in my bed,” growled Papa.
“I’m an independent woman. I don’t need you to support me anymore,” declared Mama.
“There’s someone in my bed with our honey!” screamed Baby.
Goldilocks braced her weapon and shouted, “You are under arrest for the smuggling of honey from Wal-Hive!”
Goldilocks’ conclusion and success of the case came from years of hard education, wits, and uncanny ability, not from her appearance or simple-minded luck. Mama and Papa Bear served equal amount of time in the County Forest Jail for being collaborators in the honey heist. Baby Bear moved into a new home where two independent and accomplished women adopted him.
And that was their happily-and-female-approved ending.
War and Peace
Ena Karadza, Grade 12
During my early childhood I did not possess the privilege of growing up in a calm and systematic country like
Caitlynd Trowbridge, Grade 11
My alter-ego montage shows me in a mood that I don’t normally show. In my montage, I am trying to express that I feel very alone, like I don’t belong to anything and that I can’t get out of that situation.
Isabella Khau, Grade 11, Pencil and Wallpaper