2011 Arts Review - Suffield Academy
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A<br />
A r ts<br />
review<br />
2010-<strong>2011</strong>
“Art is the most intense mode of individualism that the world has known.”<br />
- Oscar Wilde<br />
“And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have<br />
the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise.<br />
The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.”<br />
-Sylvia Plath<br />
mission<br />
<strong>Suffield</strong> <strong>Academy</strong> is a coeducational, independent secondary school serving a diverse community of boarding and day students. Our school has a<br />
tradition of academic excellence combined with a strong work ethic. A commitment to scholarship and a respect for individual differences guide our<br />
teaching and curriculum. We engender among our students a sense of responsibility, and they are challenged to grow in a structured and nurturing<br />
environment. The entire academic, athletic, and extracurricular experience prepares our students for a lifetime of learning, leadership, and active citizenship.<br />
non-discrimination<br />
<strong>Suffield</strong> <strong>Academy</strong> does not discriminate on the basis of sex, race, color, religion, creed, national or ethnic origin, citizenship, physical attributes, disability,<br />
age, or sexual orientation. We administer our admissions, financial aid, educational, athletic, extracurricular, and other policies so that each student is<br />
equally accorded all the rights, privileges, programs, and facilities made available by the school.
cover lauren booth ’12<br />
P4 tara Keady ’11, Shaquille Anthony Phillips-Breedlove ’12<br />
P5 tara Keady ’11<br />
P6 avery Schuster ’11<br />
P7 charlotte Hinrichs ’14, Tyler Brooks ’11<br />
P8 John Ferguson ’11, Javier Sanz moxo ’11, Shaquille Anthony Phillips-Breedlove ’12<br />
P9 reid Hollister ’12<br />
P10 zOe Zhang ’13<br />
P11 tara Keady ’11<br />
P12 caroline Leonard ’12<br />
P13 Taylor Peucker ’11<br />
P14 shaquille Anthony Phillips-Breedlove ’12, Joey Palomba ’11<br />
P15 griffin Murray ’11<br />
P16 avery Schuster ’11<br />
P17 natasha Sankalia ’11, Lohen Parchment ’12<br />
P18 gabriel Appleby ’12, Emilio Rocha ’13<br />
P19 caroline Leonard ’12<br />
P20 Pixie Clauson ’12<br />
P21 andres Fernandez ’13, Giulia Guarducci ’11<br />
P22 teresa Sweeney ’12<br />
P23 caroline Vianney ’14<br />
P24 caroline Leonard ’12<br />
P25 Sarah Willis ’11<br />
P26 izzy McDonald ’12, Taylor Peucker ’11<br />
P27 sarah Hong ’13<br />
P28 ben Mayne ’13<br />
P30 sarah Hong ’13<br />
P31 carly McGuinn ’11, Joey Palomba ’11<br />
P32 ciara Beaulieu ’12, Neelam Mahtani ’14, Paul Metscher ’13<br />
P33 reid Hollister ’12<br />
P34 caroline Leonard ’12<br />
P35 chris Sonberg ’12, Maire Casey ’12, Emma Cohen ’12<br />
P36 grace Vianney ’12<br />
P37 tara Keady ’11<br />
P38 caroline Vianney ’14<br />
P39 John Ferguson ’11
Tara Keady<br />
everyone needs it<br />
Love is the optimistic universe running through our minds and veins carrying away the stress and pains that give<br />
truculent thoughts, that disturb you and your state of tranquility, and that defies you and your ability to feel<br />
Love is when you have the temerity to fight through the mirrors of deception and find a better<br />
cause to love and its exceptions<br />
Love can put you through a state of mind that can make you repose to think about life in a better way so that it<br />
makes you feel safe<br />
Love is finding that someone who can give you company in a dying need to<br />
esteem and blow some steam out of your system<br />
Love is when you find someone who doesn’t make you feel imprisoned in a life of fantasy fiction<br />
So stop trippin, love, everyone needs it<br />
Shaquille Anthony phillips-Breedlove
They listen to the bass thumping.<br />
At the bar, there are tons of people.<br />
They are all dancing to the music.<br />
The ceiling is low and there is dim light.<br />
The temperature continues to rise as more people enter the building.<br />
Everyone is swarming throughout the crowd.<br />
He spots her among the massive crowd<br />
in sync with the beat, her foot is thumping.<br />
He makes his way to the other side of the building.<br />
There is difficulty weaving a path through people.<br />
Her face looks beautiful, as if under a spot light.<br />
Watching her carefully, he sees her lips moving to the words of the music.<br />
Wondering what she’s like, he plans to ask her how she likes the music.<br />
He glances up at the band, which is pleasing the crowd.<br />
Dancers squint their eyes, blinded by the dance floor’s flashing strobe light.<br />
Dancing up and down to the beat creates a melodic, reverberated thumping.<br />
He finally makes his way over to her through the people.<br />
As they gaze into each other’s eye, sexual tension is building.<br />
After conversing for several minutes, they exit the building.<br />
As they walk outside, they can softly hear the music.<br />
She’s always been part of an elite group of people.<br />
He’s one to just go with the crowd.<br />
Walking by several bars along the strip, they listen to sounds indoors thumping.<br />
They wait to cross the street as the green light turns to a red light.<br />
The city glows with sporadic light.<br />
They pass by a brick building.<br />
Sirens and horns in the distance moan, continually thumping.<br />
She hums along, even though there is no music.<br />
Her body and its perfume make his thoughts crowd.<br />
She’s not like other people.<br />
As they begin to waltz down the block, they receive glares from passing people.<br />
He is joyful and feels unusually light.<br />
As they enter her apartment, they separate themselves from the crowd.<br />
It’s quiet once they’re in the building.<br />
Drifting off to the echoing music.<br />
They are so nervous their hearts are wildly thumping.<br />
At odd hours people are coming in and out of the building<br />
Several Lamps create dim light, which softly buzz making music.<br />
As they say, three’s a crowd, so just their two hearts come closer, thumping.<br />
Tara Keady<br />
A<br />
5
“Birch trees “ avery schuster
winter is a time…<br />
where snow should be on the ground<br />
and falling from the sky;<br />
where you can cuddle up with someone<br />
even though you are already warm;<br />
when the biggest thrill you know<br />
is when you go sledding down<br />
the biggest hill you can find<br />
with your best friends;<br />
be comforted by the warmth of a fire;<br />
when you know you have to be<br />
on the look out for snowballs<br />
on the way to class;<br />
when pushing people into snow-banks<br />
becomes a sport;<br />
and where you can drink as much<br />
hot chocolate as you want,<br />
and can act like a child as much as you want<br />
in this wonderful snowy winter land!<br />
Charlotte Hinrichs<br />
three haiku<br />
Snowfall is beauty<br />
But what a relief when spring<br />
Turns white into green<br />
Winter makes me blue<br />
But without it, summer sun<br />
Would not be so warm<br />
Whenever I try<br />
To write something deep, I just<br />
Write about the seasons<br />
Tyler Brooks<br />
7
You mean a lot to me<br />
You are the core to my earth<br />
You are my first, second, last, and my everything because there is no limit to what you are worth<br />
You have awakened the birth of my emotions<br />
That’s why when I’m around you my mind is constantly coasting because<br />
I am lost in your beautiful eyes and no matter how hard I try<br />
I can not deny that I would to be by your side<br />
But… for some strange reason I’m never enough<br />
I don’t know if it’s me, or whether you have a problem with trust<br />
But… you can trust and believe that my love for you is not hidden by lust<br />
So… if I must… then I will… tell you that you are the reason I feel the way that I feel, and that my love for you is nothing but real<br />
You are the most beautiful, gorgeous, amazing, and outstanding being on this planet<br />
I would get arrested under your laws just so that I can be your bandit<br />
Listen closely to your heart so that you can further understand it…<br />
That I want to be your man, your biggest fan, and I will stand by your side through any and everything because that’s my plan<br />
Shaquille Anthony Phillips-Breedlove<br />
confusion<br />
She can change your life,<br />
Your future.<br />
It lives inside you,<br />
And never goes away,<br />
Consuming you every second that goes by.<br />
Confusion and more confusion.<br />
Please leave me alone!<br />
Go away! Let me be decisive.<br />
The mountains await<br />
Through the night they sleep<br />
Waiting to take breaths<br />
John Ferguson<br />
She has already killed many people,<br />
Broken many relationships,<br />
Overwhelmed many people,<br />
Many.<br />
She is a spirit,<br />
Evil spirit.<br />
It’s like a parasite,<br />
She needs to live inside you<br />
And never leave.<br />
We are all forced to live with her.<br />
Javier Sanz<br />
8
Reid Hollister<br />
9
“abstraction of dress”<br />
zoe zhang<br />
Dear Dad,<br />
I’m sorry I wasn’t in touch sooner, but your crazy new wife tried to kill me. I was wandering around the woods<br />
and met these dwarves. I know it sounds sketchy, but they’re really nice and harmless. I got lost in the forest because<br />
your monster of a wife is determined to have me dead. Some mirror told her I was fairer than her, and I guess<br />
jealousy got the best of her, and as a result she tried to kill me. I had been having a great time with the dwarves, but<br />
Stepmother came to the seven dwarves’ cottage disguised, tempting me to eat an apple. I know, I know, never take<br />
things from strangers, but hey, an apple seemed innocent! I ended up falling fast asleep. The poor dwarves had no<br />
idea what to do with me. Turns out the only way to wake me from my sleep were true love’s kiss. Before this whole<br />
10
adventure, I didn’t see Prince Charming in the near future. But, he ended up finding me while I was in my unconscious<br />
state, kissed me, and here I am! We’re getting married next month at his castle; the invitation should be out shortly. I’ll<br />
come by next week to catch up, but she better not be there. You can do so much better, Dad. See you soon!<br />
Xoxo,<br />
Snow<br />
Tara Keady<br />
11
A<br />
Caroline Leonard
“smoker” jesse milne<br />
It has left kids alone with babysitters,<br />
It has won championship games,<br />
It has united a couple for fifty years.<br />
It tells you secrets in hopes that you’ll keep them<br />
It has created victims<br />
It has created friendships<br />
It is embracing, infinite, and essential in life<br />
It sits alone at a restaurant waiting for someone to arrive<br />
It is a responsibility<br />
It can be very easily broken or very easily gained<br />
But once you’ve lost it, it’s hard to get it back<br />
It is Trust.<br />
Taylor Peucker<br />
13
something special<br />
You lifted me off this Earth with the deep and passionate words of angel<br />
I thought beautiful girls meeting unfortunate guys only happened in fairytales and fables<br />
You jump started my life with fondness, jubilation, happiness, and ardor<br />
I’m still in a state of revelation of how I ask god for a miracle, and he gave me more<br />
You are truly a gift sent down from heaven above<br />
You have taught me so many things, but the main tool is love<br />
Love comes from 40% of the heart and 60% from the mind<br />
That’s why I take and spend so much of my time<br />
to thinking of how your smile sends chills down my spine<br />
I thought I would never find someone who could realize the essence of my words<br />
Before I met you my future in love felt gray and dull like a blur<br />
So I promise you I will be nothing less than your perfect man<br />
And don’t worry this is not a commercial what I say is not a scam<br />
Shaquille Anthony Phillips-Breedlove<br />
a sonnet for rain<br />
On an ideal night for reconciliation,<br />
an elusive sky, a beaten path, and a reflective soul,<br />
as I stood out blanketed by rainfall,<br />
I saw another identity washed away.<br />
The orange April sunset and the whisper of birch,<br />
all obvious, childish, far from the pleasure<br />
of shaking branches and soaking clothes<br />
and the puddles that jump with each small drop.<br />
What a relationship: the Earth and rain;<br />
the ground embraces its drips or lets them flow,<br />
all while it dims out her other sounds<br />
and the rain cleanses each rock, tree, and bone.<br />
Red, the heart of man craves only shelter from the rain,<br />
but his spirit longs for the cleansing of the Flood.<br />
Joey Palomba<br />
14
“tiger” julie doten<br />
it<br />
It sits there and stares at you as you come forward to visit him,<br />
It scoffs at the flowers you bring,<br />
It taunts you as it swims in your pool of tears,<br />
It whispers in your ear, telling you that you’re the reason why he is dead,<br />
It lies within his mothers broken eyes, as you try to say your sorry,<br />
It keeps you awake in the silence of the night,<br />
by plastering your walls with the vision of his face.<br />
What is “It”, this thing I speak of, So cruel and unforgiving,<br />
It is the regret that haunts me,<br />
An eternal punishment, …that never stops giving.<br />
GJM<br />
15
“Hands” avery schuster<br />
16
oda a la vela<br />
La vela es demasiado<br />
poderosa,<br />
puede iluminar cualquier cuarto,<br />
en cualquiera casa<br />
con cualquiera compañía.<br />
ode to the candle<br />
The candle is<br />
very powerful,<br />
it can light up any room,<br />
in any house<br />
with any company.<br />
La vela simboliza la esperanza.<br />
Es una manera de<br />
escapar de todos los problemas<br />
en su vida y encontrar una solución<br />
a la luz de la vela.<br />
The candle symbolizes hope.<br />
It is a way to<br />
escape all the problems<br />
in your life and find a solution<br />
by the light of the candle.<br />
El aroma dulce puede<br />
alegrar su humor a pesar<br />
de la situación.<br />
Es una vela perfecta.<br />
The sweet smell can<br />
lighten your mood despite<br />
the situation.<br />
It is a perfect candle.<br />
Natasha Sankalia<br />
Oda a las tijeras<br />
Ay magnificas tijeras<br />
La manera en la que te deslizas por los papeles<br />
o hasta la fábrica<br />
Tus piernas son tan poderosas como la espada<br />
de Alexander El Grande<br />
Y tus piernas tan brillantes como los rayos del sol<br />
Ode to the scissors<br />
Oh magnificent scissors<br />
The way you glide through papers or fabric<br />
Your legs are as powerful as the sword of<br />
Alexander the Great<br />
and your legs are as bright<br />
as the sun’s rays<br />
Yo necesito tu fuerza para que puedas rasgar mi<br />
problemas<br />
Tu eres mi salvadora<br />
Tu vienes en muchas formas y muchos tamaños<br />
Y tu tienes el poder de dividir casi cualquier cosa<br />
en dos partes<br />
Ay magníficas tijeras<br />
I need your strength so you can rip my problems<br />
You are my savior<br />
Your come in many shapes and many sizes<br />
And you have the power<br />
to divide almost anything<br />
in two parts<br />
Oh magnificent scissors.<br />
Lohen Parchment<br />
17
Oda al reloj<br />
El sonido de tu tictac<br />
Es como música a las orejas<br />
La cara con manecillas<br />
Es belleza para los ojos cansados.<br />
Ode to the clock<br />
The sound of your ticking<br />
Is like music to my ears<br />
Your face with clock hands<br />
Is beautiful for tired eyes<br />
El guardia del tiempo<br />
Uno que nunca miente<br />
Siempre está calculando los segundos<br />
Hasta que yo pueda estar libre.<br />
The keeper of time<br />
One that never minds<br />
Always calculating the seconds<br />
Until I can be free<br />
Gabriel Appleby<br />
Oda al blackberry<br />
El blackberry se parece a la enorme noche<br />
pero sin las estrellas, negra y profunda.<br />
Si querría podría ser más inteligente que<br />
todos nosotros.<br />
Ode to the blackberry<br />
The blackberry looks like the enormous<br />
night without the stars, black and deep.<br />
If it wanted to it could be more intelligent<br />
than all of us.<br />
Es pequeño pero tiene el poder de un<br />
dinosaurio.<br />
Guarda todos tus secretos y conversaciones.<br />
Lo puedes personalizar como quieras.<br />
Hay diferentes modelos y muy pronto será tu<br />
mejor amigo. El blackberry.<br />
It’s small but it has the power of a lion.<br />
It keeps all of your secrets and<br />
conversations.<br />
You can personalize it in so many ways.<br />
There are different models and very soon it<br />
will be your best friend.<br />
The blackberry<br />
Emilio Rocha<br />
18
Caroline Leonard<br />
19
“Skull” pixie clauson<br />
20
Oda a la guitarra<br />
Que bonito es el instrumento. Con sólo seis<br />
cuerdas, puede hacer más de 100 diferentes<br />
sonidos. La guitarra suena mejor que un<br />
ángel cantando una canción de Mozart.<br />
Cuando lo conectas a un amplificador con<br />
un cable, el bonito sonido que hace, ahora<br />
se puede escuchar veinte veces mas alto.<br />
Ode to the guitar<br />
How beautiful the instrument is. With only<br />
six strings, it can make more than 100<br />
different sounds. The guitar sounds better<br />
that an angel singing a song composed by<br />
Mozart. When it is connected to an amplifier<br />
with a cable, its beautiful sound can now be<br />
heard twenty times as loud.<br />
Las guitarras vienen en mucha variedad.<br />
Hay las eléctricas y acústicas, de diferentes<br />
marcas y colores. Su magia no se puede<br />
comprar con nada mas. Es el mejor objeto<br />
que los humanos han creado.<br />
The guitars come in many varieties. There<br />
are electrics and acoustics of many different<br />
brands and colors. Its magic cannot be<br />
compared to anything else. It’s the best<br />
object that the humans have ever created.<br />
Andrés Fernández<br />
Oda a la pluma<br />
Oda a la pluma<br />
Se puede inventar nuestra historia<br />
Se puede dibujar las flores<br />
Con todos los colores<br />
Ode to the pen<br />
Ode to the pen<br />
You can invent your own story<br />
You can draw flowers<br />
And all of its colors<br />
Oda a la pluma<br />
El papel y la pluma<br />
Un equipo mejor que el equipo de fútbol español<br />
Aquí para ayudarnos a recordar<br />
Y para mostrar<br />
Ode to the pen<br />
Paper and pen<br />
A team better the spanish soccer one<br />
Here to help us remember<br />
And to show us<br />
Oda a la pluma<br />
Contigo se puede pintar el mundo<br />
Se puede borrar lo malo<br />
Contigo se puede hacer de todo<br />
Malo y bueno<br />
Ode to the pen<br />
With you we can paint the World<br />
We can earase the bad<br />
With you we can do everything<br />
Good and bad<br />
Giulia Guarducci<br />
21
Oda al teléfono celular<br />
Para mi, esto es algo necesario.<br />
Un teléfono celular puede hacer<br />
un montón de cosas que no piensas<br />
posible en una cosa que entra<br />
en la palma de la mano<br />
Ode to the cell phone<br />
For me, this is necessary<br />
A Cell phone can do<br />
A ton of things that no one thought<br />
Possible in a thing that is held<br />
In the palm of the hand<br />
Ahora se puede hacer una llamada,<br />
como los teléfonos regulares,<br />
pero también puede usarse como una cámara, o<br />
a veces una computadora.<br />
Lo más importante que se puede<br />
hacer con un teléfono celular,<br />
es mandar un text.<br />
Si yo no puedo mandar un text,<br />
no sé que haré con mi vida.<br />
Si, es así de importante.<br />
Now people can make a call,<br />
Like regular phones,<br />
But they can also be used as a camera,<br />
Or at times a computer.<br />
The most important thing that<br />
Can be done with a cell phone,<br />
Is to send a text,<br />
If I can’t send a text,<br />
I don’t know what I will do with my life.<br />
Yes, it is that important.<br />
Estas son las cosas que el teléfono puede hacer,<br />
pero el teléfono tiene mas cualidades.<br />
Hay tantos y tantos de los que se puede elegir.<br />
Hay Blackberry’s. Driods, iPhones,<br />
Samsung, LG, Motorolla, y tanto más!<br />
Cuando se recibe un teléfono celular, la vida ha<br />
cambiado<br />
Those are the things that the phone can do,<br />
But the phone has many qualities.<br />
There are many many that can be chosen from<br />
There are Blackberry’s, Driods, iPhones,<br />
Samsung, LG, Motorolla, and so much more!<br />
When you receive a cell phone, your life has<br />
changed.<br />
Teresa Sweeney<br />
22
“tree” caroline vianney
Caroline Leonard<br />
24
A plane flies by overhead. The noise causes the birds to take flight. They spread their wings and<br />
set out across the calm waters. When all is quiet once again, they chirp happily at one another in<br />
their newly found perches on my side of the lake. They bask in the sunlight in the tops of the tress<br />
as the insects make their jealousy known by clicking away at the birds.<br />
A sudden gust of wind quiets the bugs and sends the birds back out over the lake. They fly<br />
close to the water as they talk and play before finding a better tree to sit upon. As I listen to them<br />
chatter, I wonder what they are saying.<br />
I wonder why they seem so happy and only view the frigid wind as a chance to play in the sunlight<br />
above the lake. The clouds that cover the sun do not seem to bother them as they continue to<br />
play, zigzagging back and forth across the water.<br />
The sun breaks free from the clouds and I wish I could take flight and head towards its warmth. I<br />
notice that none of the birds attempt this. Maybe they are smarter than I am. Maybe it is warm out<br />
there, over the lake, where the sun is not hidden by the trees. Or maybe they are too busy playing<br />
to realize that the air pushing them faster and faster is cold.<br />
The birds have stopped chirping. They realized my side of the lake is not where they wish to be.<br />
They have flown off to another corner of the lake in search of someone else to taunt with their play.<br />
I am already in awe of their playfulness and jealous of their ability to be closer to the sun. I think<br />
they know that I have shown my appreciation for them so they no longer need to fly near me. They<br />
must teach someone else to appreciate their abilities, and give them distraction from the cold. As<br />
I finish this thought a small bird lands in a nearby tree. He is alone but he still chirps. He flies back<br />
and forth between a few trees above me. I think he is telling me that I was right.<br />
Sarah Willis<br />
25
Protected<br />
I feel calm.<br />
It’s not as windy here and it feels more peaceful.<br />
The only noise is of the water slowly pushing against the bank.<br />
And the wind gusts but they cannot reach us.<br />
We are protected.<br />
I’m thinking about where this place makes me remember,<br />
The garden behind my church.<br />
I’m thinking about my Dad because I am always<br />
thinking about him in some way.<br />
I see him in the water,<br />
Feel him in the breeze<br />
And think about him.<br />
Izzy McDonald<br />
A Little Bit Bitter<br />
Hey Fiona,<br />
I know Farquad is crazy,<br />
But he chose you, you to be<br />
His princess.<br />
So what is your deal? Going out<br />
With a giant green ogre that<br />
Lives in a swamp with a donkey?<br />
Farquad is ten times hotter<br />
Than that ogre fella of yours<br />
And I am ten times hotter<br />
Than you, so why didn’t he pick me?<br />
I don’t mean to be mean and<br />
I am sorry that I’m hatin’<br />
I just don’t understand this whole thing<br />
Because,<br />
I live in a basement and all I do<br />
Is cook and clean,<br />
But one day I will find my Prince Charming<br />
Yours truly,<br />
Cinderella<br />
Taylor Peucker<br />
26
“eyes” sarah hong
iron thunder<br />
by Ben Mayne<br />
All around us the concussive thunder continues its deadly drumroll. Ever present is the ugly smell of burning<br />
horsehair; all that is left of the insulation of the aging building. An unspoken signal is given, and our broken battalion<br />
of thirty-seven ICAF troopers rises with little more than a slight rustle and makes its way out through the shattered<br />
glass doors.<br />
We quickly secure the small courtyard and Captain Yates tries once again to contact Base.<br />
“Beta Team calling Mombasa. Beta Team calling Mombasa. Mombasa, do you read?”<br />
The radio is silent save the hissing of static. Yates slams his fist down onto the coms set with an audible<br />
thump. “Dammit…” he says through gritted teeth. He kicks the radio hard, sending it tumbling into a corner. An<br />
ensign moves in to pick it up, but the captain stops him. “No”, he says. “It’s no use to us now. Mombasa is gone.<br />
We’re on our own”. He gives the signal and we march, clearing the tiny courtyard as stealthily as possible. He stays<br />
behind momentarily, and I swear I hear him whisper to himself. “God help us. God help us all”.<br />
Within minutes we are back on the city streets, equipment shifting and rustling rhythmically as our boots<br />
contact the crumbling pavement in perfect unison. High buildings wall us in on two sides, the rest obscured by a<br />
thin fog, veiling everything within thirty meters. Overhead, streetlights fizz in and out, giving each one of us the same<br />
horrifying message. They’ve reached the substations. It’s only a matter of time before they control the city.<br />
We continue our patrol until a hand signal tells us to stop. It’s a sergeant up front. He hears something.<br />
We listen, and presently everyone hears it. The groaning of steel under stress. Hydraulics. The acrid smell of ozone<br />
begins to creep into our noses. There is a low popping sound like a grenade launcher, and something can be heard<br />
screaming through the air. My eyes widen and I fumble at my hip for the mask.<br />
“Gas! GAS! Masks, quickly!”<br />
There is a desperate scramble for the awkward visors, the greenish vapor slowly creeping out of the mist.<br />
Screams are heard from the front lines, and through the misty panes of the mask I see four men drowning under a<br />
green sea.<br />
Drowning. That’s the word they use to describe it now. It started with the attack on the senate, all those<br />
years ago. When the investigators announced that four hundred people had drowned in a room full of air…<br />
A Lieutenant shouts, breaking my concentration, his voice muffled by vulcanized rubber.<br />
“Troopers! Return fire! Full automatic!”<br />
Thirty-three machine guns chatter in unison, ripping into the fog and leaving streaks of light behind.<br />
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There is not the sound of bullets striking flesh but the sound of lead meeting steel, an unabating clatter that<br />
penetrates to the very soul.<br />
A section of the mist darkens momentarily, and an iron tree as thick as one’s waist impacts the asphalt,<br />
scattering jagged pieces of rock across our compact theater.<br />
Suddenly there are three bright flashes and rockets streak over our heads with fiery tails, troopers with<br />
launchers now assaulting the encroaching pylon.<br />
The missiles impact with startling concussions and the golem sways, emitting a metallic shriek of such a<br />
frequency that nearby windows crack and shatter. The beast does not stop coming however, and the front lines<br />
break as it materializes out of the fog, towering over the soldiers by easily fifty meters.<br />
Over the shouts of retreat I hear an ascending whine, low pitched at first and rising towards the edge of<br />
hearing. Under the insulated combat uniform I feel the hairs on my arms begin to stand on end. The smell of ozone<br />
is much stronger now, permeating the thick filters of the gas mask.<br />
I grab for the metal stanchion at my hip and pull it free of its holster, trailing behind it a long spool of silver<br />
wire. I search frantically for a patch of exposed earth.<br />
I spot one, the locus at which the golem’s limb had first impacted the decaying pavement. I sprint towards<br />
it and ram the spike into the dirt with my boot heel. No sooner had I done so then there was a mighty crack of<br />
thunder as white-hot electricity sears the air. All up and down the crumbling thoroughfare light bulbs explode in their<br />
sockets, becoming showers of golden sparks in seconds. I feel like my skin has caught fire as the incredible current<br />
passes through my body and into the ground, the soil around my metal stanchion fusing into a crude glass star.<br />
There is a groan and I look up as the great steel beast lurches, its movements becoming choppy and<br />
erratic. With one last grating cry it pitches violently sideways into a building, showering me with brick and glass. In<br />
the distance I can hear the whirring of oscillating rotors.<br />
The downdraft of the tilt-rotor created mystical eddies in the green smog, sending it undulating through the<br />
air as if it were alive. What remains of our squadron picks its way through the rubble and charred skeletons of those<br />
who had not been grounded. I look over the surviving men; at their starving, battle-weary bodies; their torn and<br />
bloodied uniforms. No longer were we the proud regiment of young men eager to serve the cause of war. War had<br />
beaten us. War is hell.<br />
Corporal John H. Hanover<br />
ICAF<br />
9/13/49<br />
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“Bare foot” sarah hong<br />
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IMPRACTICAL EVERDAY SUMMER<br />
I can smell the fresh, crisp sea breeze on those days of summer.<br />
I listen to the waves crash upon the sandy beach.<br />
Picking up sea glass and eclectic shells one by one.<br />
Feeling the soft sand beneath my bare feet.<br />
Cheeks hot and red, the blissful state of sunburn.<br />
The aroma of summer’s food, permeating the air at late night barbeques.<br />
Barbeques are taking storm everywhere I go.<br />
Summer doesn’t last forever, and that I soon will know.<br />
Sunburn is the least of your worries, but that in time I’ll learn.<br />
Beach time is the only thing that I seem to yearn.<br />
Bare feet of different kinds from sand, ocean, and pool.<br />
One by one, like the fish, we humans must stay cool.<br />
One by one each day ends too soon.<br />
Barbeques in warm weather are coming to an end.<br />
Bare feet and all will be covered when the new season begins.<br />
Summer and all it’s glory is what I want to stay.<br />
Beach bums constantly sunbathing, there is no other way.<br />
Sunburn is what I know, will eventually turn to a tan.<br />
Sunburned skin suddenly starts to fade.<br />
One by one the sand castles are all knocked down.<br />
Beach tides slowly drifting out, the rafts are no longer lively.<br />
Barbeques in the late nights start to become impossible.<br />
Summer sailing is never dull, but it can no longer take place.<br />
Bare feet are all covered now with every sock, shoe, and lace.<br />
Carly McGuinn<br />
oh Moon, after my brief reprieve<br />
I look to that same spot with awe<br />
For now, great hero of the night, you outshine the sun<br />
You raised me up and made me believe.<br />
With the breath you took you made me raw<br />
But full because my day, year, life has begun!<br />
Joey Palomba<br />
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Maria Montessori<br />
por Ciara Beaulieu<br />
Maria Montessori es una persona muy extraordinaria. Cuando yo era joven, fui a una escuela de educación<br />
Montessori por diez años. En el pasado tomé ventaja de su educación muy maravillosa. Pero ahora, puedo ver los<br />
beneficios de esta educación porque me han permitido descubrir a mi misma. Maria Montessori fue una persona muy<br />
memorable porque ella inventó un método de enseñar a los niños muy original después de un niñez muy difícil en<br />
Italia. Su sistema de educación se especializa en los estilos de aprendizaje de los individuos. Gracias a su método,<br />
muchos estudiantes se hacen famosos en muchas partes de sus vidas. Ella es mi heroína porque a mí me importa la<br />
educación de los niños.<br />
Mi vecina<br />
por Neelam Mahtani<br />
Una persona que yo pienso es una heroína en este mundo es una señora que vive en mi pueblo. Ella es una heroína<br />
porque dedicó mucho de su tiempo para ayudar a los niños enfermos. Abrió una casa para los niños enfermos que<br />
no tienen padres que puedan pagar por sus enfermedades. Ella también iba a otros países para ayudarlos y también<br />
encontró tiempo para ser una amiga buena de mis padres y ser una señora simpática. Ella es una persona buena y<br />
tiene un corazón grande. Es mi heroína porque me inspira hacer cosas que hace ella. Algunas personas piensan que<br />
ella está perdiendo su tiempo. No creo que esas personas deban decir eso porque ella hizo muchas cosas buenas<br />
en este mundo.<br />
Mi tío<br />
por Paul Metscher<br />
Mi héroe es mi tío. Mi tío estaba paralizado. Cuando mi tío estaba en la escuela secundaria, se rompió el cuello a<br />
la edad de quince años en la clase de gimnasia. Él no podía caminar ni usar los brazos. Antes del accidente mi tío<br />
era un buen atleta y tenía mucho potencial. Después del accidente, mi tío ya no podría tener una vida normal y tenía<br />
muchas enfermedades horribles. Sin embargo, él era la persona más feliz del mundo. Siempre estaba sonriendo y<br />
era muy optimista. Me animó jugar deportes y vivir una vida feliz. También, mi tío era muy cómico. Es impresionante<br />
que una persona en su situación estaba muy alegre y feliz. El optimismo de mi tío es una inspiración para mí todos los<br />
días y su felicidad vivirá para siempre.<br />
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Reid Hollister<br />
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Caroline Leonard
Mi vecino<br />
por Chris Sonberg<br />
Los soldados que están en otros países son mis héroes. Cada soldado arriesga su vida por la libertad de nuestro<br />
país. Es muy valiente de los soldados. Uno de mis amigos que vive en mi calle tiene un padre que está en el<br />
ejército. Este padre es un patriota porque él puede luchar y morir por su país. Tiene tanto amor por su país que está<br />
listo para morir por él. El padre de mi amigo también es un buen padre cuando él vuelve a su casa. Él está en todos<br />
los partidos de béisbol de sus hijos, y es un miembro activo de la comunidad. Cuando él está en otro país, nosotros<br />
rezamos por la seguridad de su salud y un bueno y rápido regreso. Muchas personas no tienen bastante valentía<br />
para luchar en una guerra, pero él la tiene. Antes yo jugaba béisbol con sus hijos todo el tiempo porque este señor<br />
fue uno de mis entrenadores. Es verdad que todos los héroes no están en las películas. ¡Hay uno en mi comunidad!<br />
Guadalupe Arizpe de la Vega<br />
por Maire Casey<br />
Guadalupe Arizpe de la Vega es una heroína muy especial. Ella tiene 74 años y es de México pero vive en Texas. Es<br />
cierto que cada semana Guadalupe va a Juárez, México y ayuda a la gente allí que está enferma. Hace treinta años<br />
Guadalupe comenzó un hospital en Juárez. Alguna gente piensa que Juárez es la ciudad más peligrosa de México.<br />
Es verdad que hay mucha violencia allí. El hospital que Guadalupe comenzó es muy grande y ayuda a más gente<br />
cada año. Es cierto que la ayuda de Guadalupe salva muchas vidas. Estoy segura que ella es una heroína cariñosa y<br />
dedicada.<br />
Mi amiga<br />
por Emma Cohen<br />
Mi heroína es una de mis amigos. Se llama Kylie. Cuando Kylie tenía 12 años, su mama murió de cáncer de mama.<br />
Tiene dos hermanos menores. Después de la muerte de su mamá, se convirtió en la madre de la familia. Su<br />
padre empezó a trabajar más, así que tuvo que criar a sus hermanos por sí misma. Ella tiene fuerza emocional y es<br />
independiente. Admiro la forma en que se maduró y admiro que siempre mantiene una sonrisa en su cara. Ella cuida<br />
de sus hermanos, y es generosa, considerada y altruista. También, es una persona realmente agradable que dejaría<br />
todo para ayudar a otra persona. Creo que es una heroína por la forma en que se superó mucho y todavía ayuda a<br />
los demás.<br />
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“antique grinder” julie doten<br />
a make believe once upon a time…<br />
A thin patched up sheet draped over a line,<br />
Her own carriage to once upon a time.<br />
A world made of diamonds, sparkling and fine,<br />
A place only in a nursery rhyme.<br />
No vile apples masquerading in red,<br />
Nor needles that end life with one small tap.<br />
The child fears not lying upon Death’s bed,<br />
For she knows the prince saves her from this trap<br />
A castle on the clouds rises each morn,<br />
But she draws near it’s gone into thin air.<br />
She longs for bliss instead of her forlorn.<br />
Where will she find the answer to her prayer?<br />
A momentary fairytale without fear<br />
A happily ever after draws near<br />
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Grace Vianney
Tara Keady<br />
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“siblings” caroline vianney<br />
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The man never knew who he really was<br />
Yet he was always able to have some fun<br />
With or without other people<br />
And he never really spent time alone<br />
Because he was able to find joy in anything<br />
But he still was not sure if he was really happy<br />
Because he was not sure what it means to be happy<br />
Even though he is still pretty sure he experienced it once<br />
Not when he was just doing anything<br />
But when he listened to music this one time he had fun<br />
And when he did he was alone<br />
Although he has tried it once again with people<br />
But he thought he isn’t joyful because of the people<br />
And he really does want to find the definition of happy<br />
Even if it does mean that he has to be alone<br />
But he never was<br />
Able to be alone to have fun<br />
Because he was too dependent on anything<br />
Yet he was willing to do anything<br />
In order to find a nice median with people<br />
To have fun<br />
And to truly be happy<br />
Because he wasn’t sure who he was<br />
Maybe because he didn’t spend time alone<br />
Though many of his friends spent time alone<br />
But he was not sure if he was able to do anything<br />
Because he was not sure what time alone was<br />
And he didn’t how the others interacted with other people<br />
Yet he didn’t know if they were even happy<br />
Or if they knew what it meant to have fun<br />
But things changed when he seriously pursued “fun”<br />
When he took the risk and spent time alone<br />
And he was genuinely happy<br />
Doing everything and anything<br />
Without any people<br />
And he know knew what it was<br />
And to have fun you could do anything<br />
Either alone or with other people<br />
And he knew “happy” and what it really was<br />
John Ferguson<br />
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Special recognition of our graduating artists<br />
Thanks to the following faculty:<br />
Anna McCarthy<br />
Gis-Xi Nahmens<br />
Erika Picciotto<br />
George Fernandez<br />
Andy McKenzie<br />
Melinda Fuller<br />
Bill Butcher<br />
Tanya Andrysiak<br />
Barbara Guarriello<br />
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artist portraits by alexandra tremaine ’03 art review 2010/11 design by tobye cook ’88