Urban Voices 2007 Part 3

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I Want To Know 

Sundus Hussein 

Grade 2, Shoreham P.S. 

I want to know why? 

I want to know why my mom cries when she hears the news? 

I want to know why my dad panics when the phone rings at night? 

I want to know why my uncle does not send me emails anymore? 

I want to know why some countries are so dangerous to live in? 

I want to know . . . 



142 Urban Voices • L’écho de la ville 2007 

LA QUESTION 

Question! Question! 

Qu’est-ce que c’est? 

Qu’est-ce que tu veux? 

Tu me poses des problèmes… 

Pas de réponse! 

Carly Lien 

2e année—French Immersion 

Runnymede Jr. & Sr. P.S. 

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Skin 

It surrounds you 

Holds you 

Keeps you from cold 

Keeps you from hot 

Jonathan Biafore 

Grade 7, King Edward P.S. 

It comes in different colours 

Different people 

Different races, places and faces 

None the same 

Yet all are 

If cut it heals 

When wet it seals 

It touches and feels 

Yet it’s just the outer layer 

For you are underneath . . . 


Sad faces make you cry. 

Faces 

Mad faces make you sad. 

Happy faces make you happy. 

Austin Kpiebewieng 

Grade 2, Daystrom P.S. 

Faces. 



Christina Beharry 

Grade 7, Terraview-Willowfield P.S. 

Please Define Colours 

Please define colours 

for I do not understand 

how someone can be judged 

by the shade of their hand. 

Please define races 

for I cannot see 

what makes some so different. 

We’re all humans, aren’t we? 

Please define friendship 

for it’s a horrible experience 

when no one wants to be with you 

’cause of your different appearance. 

What gives others 

the right to do all this? 

Saying who’s good and bad— 

it’s a new friend they’ll really miss! 

Please define love 

for all I see is hate— 

the way most have been treated 

based on a family trait. 

So the next time you see colours 

of the people of our lands 

please treat them with respect 

and soon we’ll all join hands. 


I’m Blushing with Red 

Rachel Gertin 

Grade 2, Summit Heights P.S. 

What is red? 

Red is the rainbow that brightens the sky. 

Red is spunky and brave in a way. 

It is big and mighty, but calm and gentle. 

Red has passion and works with Blue to make Purple. 

Red mixes with Orange and Yellow in the fall. 

Red can move and jam and rock like crazy! 

Red can give you energy, movement or power! 

Red is scary and frightful. 

It is pretty and ugly and in between! 

It’s like pain from a leg or lips from a smile. 

Red is cuddly, cute, happy or mild. 

Red is the colour of your heart beating faster and faster! 

Red adds pizzazz to your life! 



My Paradise 

Mithila Rajavel 

Grade 9, Jarvis C.I. 

I wake up in the early morning 

to watch the metamorphosis from night to day. 

The dark blue sky is fading 

into a deep solemn red. 

As dawn approaches 

the sky turns a brilliant orange. 

Then there it is, rising above, 

making the darkness cower away into nothing. 

The glowing star that brightens our life— 

the serene sun. 

I walk out onto the balcony; 

the gentle breeze immediately arouses my senses. 

The old tree down yonder 

stretches its long branches 

and clasps onto my balcony railing. 

My birdhouse is nestled into the branches. 

The chickadees are chirping their hearts out 

to welcome the morning. 

Their music, ringing in my ears, 

takes me to another world— 

an undisturbed peace. 


As I walk down the shoreline 

I can hear the waves crashing 

again and again 

into the bottomless ocean. 

The tide wraps around me 

and I let myself be taken. 

As I drift weightlessly in the calming waters 

I hear the sweet clicking of dolphins. 

They frolic playfully in the water— 

such gentle, innocent creatures. 

As I dive deep under, 

I see an endless variety of life— 

the fish swimming to and fro 

through a rainbow of coral, 

illuminating marine life. 

Night has fallen, 

I can hear the crickets chirping 

perfectly in tune with the throbbing silence. 

As I lie leisurely in bed 

I look out the window 

at the shining stars 

lighting up the usual barren sky. 

Taking in the beauty of it all 

I smile. 

Entirely my paradise. 



There used to be a time . . . 

Maggie Mo 

Grade 10, Marc Garneau C.I. 

Life Not Long Ago 

When my only concern was whether 

I got to watch the afternoon Sailor Moon shows; 

not whether I would ace the math exam. 

When naptimes were still a valid school activity, 

and recesses were three times a day; 

having no lunch break because I spent it in the library finishing my essay. 

When the biggest task I wanted to accomplish 

was to sneak into the candy cabinet without getting caught; 

not to be successful in life having a career I love. 

When I was sure of what I wanted to be when I grew up: 

a secret agent, millionaire, designer; 

not something that ends in—logist. 

When the worst thing I could ever do 

was to fight with another kid on the playground, 

not disappointing myself, my parents or my teachers. 

When boys had cooties, 

and the minimum distance I could be near him was one meter; 

not so close that he could possibly hold my heart. 

When the prospect of adulthood 

was so many eons away it seemed like a joke; 

not so near that I could feel the weight of responsibility crushing my head. 

There used to be a time 

when I was young, carefree, 

expecting little, wanting little, 

and life was simple bliss. 

This is the time 

when I am on the path of adulthood, 

faced with turmoil, challenges, 

and looking forward to a new realm of life. 


And I remember 


running 

to the sound of the ice cream truck 

running past the other kids 

eager to get there first 

so there’s no line and no one to wait on 

Candice Dallas-Bartley 

Grade 9, L’Amoreaux C.I. 


feeling my heart race 

while I played manhunt with my friends in the sun 

scared of getting caught 

feeling my laughter rising in my throat 

even though nothing was funny 


swimming 

with my neighbour, Himali, 

swimming to the bottom of the pool 

after diving off into the deep end 

then racing each other to the other side 


watching 

the sunset in the smothering heat 

eating a popsicle 

watching the pinks 

the reds 

the oranges 

the purples 

and the yellows 

all mixing together 

and wishing summer could last forever 



Time Goes By 

Madeleine Da Cambra 

Grade 7, Bowmore P.S. 

A 

Minute Minute 

Turns Into 

Hours Hours 

Turn Into 

Days Days 

Turn Into 

Weeks Weeks 

Turn Into 

Months Months 

Turn Into 

Years Years 

Turn Into 

Decisions Consequences 

Consequences Decisions 

A Lifetime 


In just that moment 

Everything else stops. 

Just One 

Marija Ojdrovic 

Grade 11, Humberside C.I. 

The world stops spinning like a dog chasing its tail, 

And that dog stops too. 

The wind stops breathing like a heavy smoker, 

And that smoker puts down the cigarette. 

The second hand stops ticking like a lifeless heart, 

And that heart promptly awakens. 

The gravity stops pulling like a tugboat at work, 

And that tugboat just floats. 

The stars stop shining like burnt-out flashlights, 

And those flashlights light up in one last burst. 

The pages stop turning like in a closed book, 

And that reader learns from the experience. 

It is but one instant that means 

The world, the chase, 

The breath, the urge, 

The time, the heart, 

The work, the rest, 

The sparkle, the light, 

The knowledge, the experience, 

The realization 

That in just that moment 

Everything else stops. 

What is that moment for you? 



Clock 

A home for a tick tock 

as the hours go by 

in my grandfather’s clock 

that tick will never die 


Jake Halliday-Conquer 

Grade 3, Wilkinson P.S. 

Inside a Piano 

Inside a piano 

is like inside our world. 

Athletes sprint 

across the chromatic scales. 

Children staccato 

into the white puddles. 

Yun Kao 

Grade 11, Victoria Park S.S. 

Inside a piano are distinctive 

keys of alphabets 

composing sentences of 

breathtaking melodies and harmonies. 

Sudden maledictions pop out of 

the misplayed keys in the score. 

Inside a piano inhabit 

people with abundant varieties of emotions. 

Sometimes they roar in anger, 

other times they give each other 

darkish romantic preludes. 

Inside a piano is a 

kid that plays through forte. 

When tired 

he decrescendos down to 

a pianissimo sleep. 

Inside my piano is a heaven that 

touches everyone’s heart and soul 

because what plays out of my piano 

is from the inside of me. 



Piano 

Kevin Hsiao 

Grade 6, Brian P.S. 

There is a great piano 

slowly collecting dust, and quietly alone 

Until I apply my fingers 

there is no sound or tone 

Suddenly sweet music gently fills the air 

People turn their heads wondering “what” and “where” 

Slowly the music stops 

I walk away 

The old piano is smiling, showing his ivory teeth 


Ludwig von Beethoven 

Prabha Poudel 

Grade 6, Roden P.S. Jr. 



one two 

Time Wasted 

symphonic notes pouring 

through the walls 

windows 

doorways 

from that wretched 

thing 

three four 

once bringing me excitement 

wonder 

pride 

now dashed away 

with loathsome promises 

of work 

always work 

never once broken 


Alexandra Koskinen 

Grade 9, Highland J.H.S. 

one two 

moments of staring 

into shining gold 

seem so undeniably 

pointless 

after it 

stole 

my saturdays 

three four 

sweet melodies turn 

sour 

with every passing moment 

oh how I 

protest 

ever falling 

for that stupid brass creature 



Rap City 


Aarani Paramalingam 

Grade 8, Highcastle P.S. 

Music (a tanka) 

Music can be felt 

It can touch your very soul 

Calming to your mind 

It can love you in the cold 

An opening of the heart 

Mishannah Stevens 

Grade 9, Weston C.I. 



Chessy Jian 

Grade 12, Sir John A. MacDonald C.I. 

Fading Memories 


Open those Gates 

Open those gates 

to your empty eyes. 

Listen to your surroundings: 

can’t you hear the tears of the sky? 

Take a tentative step 

and feel 

the silk whispers of the wind. 

It’s beautiful— 

let’s befriend it. 

Breathe deeply. 

Can you smell the dew on grass 

or taste the sunny mornings? 

Finally, let the sandy shores 

wash away those empty shells 

that used to be inhabited. 

If you can open your eyes 

and see those singing voices 

then you can paint the water’s sighs 

and realize 

for the first time 

you’re somewhere else. 

If one door closes for you 

I’ll open another one. 

Penny Zhang 

Grade 8, Agnes Macphail P.S. 

Promise me you’ll make it as bright as your smile! 



Madeleine Long 


Earl Grey Sr. P.S. 

Poème basé sur un livre : 

Les secrets d’Aramanth 

Dans le désert 

On explore 

Le char à voile 

Les Vieux Enfants 

On est capturé, 

Emprisonné 

Par des hommes qui ont des cheveux coloriés. 

On a entendu qu’on va être pendu. 

Notre quête 

Est incomplète. 

On n’a pas trouvé 

La vérité, 

N’a pas entendu 

Le vent chanter, 

N’a pas assuré 

La paix pour notre cité. 


Freedom Surfer 

Gilad Lippa 

Grade 6, Maurice Cody P.S. 



Being L.D. 

Don’t listen to words that hurt you, 

like you are stupid or wrong. 

Don’t listen because they’re not true. 

I used to hear those things when I was younger. 

Everyone else learned to print and spell. 

The more they learned the more I stood out. 

A lot of people thought that I was lazy. 

I really tried to be like other kids 

but I couldn’t be. 

I thought it was just me. 

Maggie Bisset 

Grade 6, Forest Manor P.S. 

I used to feel panicked when I wrote. 

My brain would tell me things but my hands weren’t fast enough. 

It never looked how I imagined it would be 

and things were missing that I thought were there. 

Sometimes it made me angry. 


Even when I felt sad 

a voice inside my head told me to keep believing. 

It said that one day these stories that my hand wasn’t fast enough to write 

WOULD be written. 

I did find people who believed in me. 

They taught me things that changed my world. 

They showed me how to use a computer. 

They listen to me and talk to me. 

They are kind to me. 

Now the things in my head are getting written 

so that others can read them—not just me. 

If you meet a kid who can’t do what others do— 

a kid who can’t write or read like you, 

try to be a friend and be a person who believes in them. 



Dani Tavroges 

8e année—Core French 

Faywood Arts-Based Curriculum School 

Ode aux cheveuxs 


Pauline Pangilinan 

Grade 3, Terraview-Willowfield P.S. 

Self-Portrait 

My brain is like a calculator. 

My eyes are like a window opening and closing. 

My heart is as warm as a hot chocolate. 

I live in a math textbook and I eat word problems. 



Marionette 

Gueletina Ksenia 

Grade 8, Charles H. Best M.S. 

I’m lost like a marionette, 

dangling, with its feet almost touching the ground. 

I’m lost like a newspaper 

thrown away to the wind, not quite reaching the sky. 

I’m lost like a sock, 

doomed to uselessness without the other half. 

I’m lost like a broken toy; 

A toy car breaking a wheel just before reaching the finish line. 

I’m lost like a pop can 

rattling in an empty gutter. 

But at the same time, 

I’m found like a piece of fuzz 

flying on the wind and chased by little kids on a Saturday. 

I’m found like a shell 

unearthed by patient hands from the sand. 

My life, like any other life, is like a knot— 

tangled, complicated, useless. 

It’ll be unravelled at the end, but when it does, 

I’ll be sorry to see it go. 


Maya Stewart Pathak 

Grade 8, Runnymede Jr. & Sr. P.S. 

I am From 

I am from transforming 

Like a caterpillar to a butterfly 

A listener to a teller 

From plastic cups sticky from 

Little hands 

Chubby cheeks flushed pink 

From smiling 

Mushed up peas, bananas with peanut butter 

A worn brown bear with 

Button eyes and a 

Lost nose 

To tall crystal glasses painted 

Green purple blue 

Freckled cheeks flushed pink 

From smiling 

Curried rice and peas, hot samosas and nan 

Climbing the sycamore tree 

Branches dancing and 

Peeling bark 

I am from transforming 

Like a caterpillar to a butterfly 

A scribbler to a poet 



Mithuna Jeganthas 

Grade 5, White Haven Jr. P.S. 

What School is Really Like 

School 

An enchanted forest full of books 

A secret chamber full of knowledge 

A place that allows curiosity 

A path that leads to your imagination 

A memory you will never forget 

A message telling you “You could do it” 

An open gateway for learning spirits 

A journey to achieve your goal 

An adventure to succeed 

A road to your future 

A start to your life 

A learning palace 

School 


Bronwyn Smith 

Grade 5, John Wanless Jr. P.S. 

What I Found in my Desk 

A mouse I forgot to feed 

A pumpkin with lots of seeds 

A sandwich with cottage cheese 

An ice cube that will not freeze 

A tennis ball that doesn’t bounce 

A rag doll that weighs one ounce 

A birthday card I did not send 

A pencil that doesn’t bend 

An art portrait that has no face 

A ribbon from last year’s race 

And one more thing I must confess 

A note from the teacher: CLEAN THIS MESS 

(modelled on Bruce Lansky’s “What I Found in My Desk”) 



School 

The pens danced across the pages 

The words began to grow 

The erasers jumped on and off 

The papers started to complain 

The paperclips started to scream 

The staples began to sing 

The chairs were fighting 

Then the school opened 


Katie Middlebrook 

Grade 9, Weston C.I. 

Jazmin Batey 

Grade 5, High Park Alternative School Jr. 

What’s On My Bookshelf 

Books that talk and tell me stories 

Beautiful beads that glitter and glow 

Family photographs holding memories 

Crinkled paper storing secrets 



Deepa Prashad 

Grade 6, North Bridlewood Jr. P.S. 

Portrait 


Pink Perfume 

I remember her pink perfume 

Enveloping her every move 

Tracing her footsteps 

Like a shadow. 

I remember her joyous voice 

Bobbing up and down 

As the ice cube in her drink 

Rocks gently from side to side. 

Deirdre McDonald 

Grade 12, Silverthorn C.I. 

Her lips, painted pale pink, 

framed a witty mouth. 

Her hands, soft, small, 

Carried a secret inside each crevice. 

I remember being captivated 

By her endless stories. 

Her laugh, her tight-lipped smile, 

And how her eyes would light up 

Every time she saw us. 

I can still smell her pink perfume. 

(Inspired by Dorothy Livesay) 



Adrian Hagar 

Grade 9, Dr. Norman Bethune C.I. 

In the Eye of the Beholder 

I was beautiful 

once, porcelain perfection 

everything bright and good 

high above the shadows, and confident 

they couldn’t touch me 

it was unreal 

then I found you 

embodiment of darkness 

so alluring 

you stood there 

so calm in your defiance 

of everything I believed 

(I could imagine 

wings, black-feathered wings 

but that would be overly 

dramatic) 

you brought me down 

from the lies I stood for 

your kiss 

like liquid fire 

searing truth into my soul 

shattering my world and everything 

in it; everything right and wrong 


you held my hand 

all night 

as I cried tears of 

reproach and 

fear 

of what I knew 

the truth 

brought me through the 

darkness, the false light 

stopped me 

from ending it the easy way 

forced me to realize 

the flaws 

within and without 

I was beautiful 

but now I am alive 



Juliet 


Katherine Kouzmina 

Grade 10, Humberside C.I. 

The Diamond 

The diamond 

looks like 

it is 

from a golden chest. 

It looks like 

a rainbow umbrella. 

It is as shiny 

as a golden sun. 

It could be 

jewellery for a 

silvery mermaid. 

Merron Tegene 

Grade 1, Rose Avenue P.S. 



Le matin 

Emma Buller 


Runnymede Jr. & Sr. P.S. 

Il est 7 h du matin… 

Je dois me lever 

Mais encore ma tête reste 

Sur mon oreiller. 

Mes yeux sont fermés. 

Je n’ai pas bougé. 

C’est presque l’heure 

Du petit déjeuner. 

Mais je suis toujours au lit 

Jusqu’à ce que ma sœur me dise : 

«Réveille-toi! C’est samedi!» 


Castle 

Melissa Kwan 

Grade 5, Diefenbaker E.S. 



Sky Runner 

On top of the world 

we sit and watch 

the sun shipwreck into a sea of buildings. 

You look at me 

smiling a crooked smile. 

You look down. 

The city lights up 

to celebrate the fall of the sun, 

and, through your window, 

I can see the light turn on in your attic. 

Michelle Chan 

Grade 10, Riverdale C.I. 

The September wind kicks you up on your feet 

and you pretend to jump over the edge of the building, 

to dive into the ocean of speeding cars. 

Startled, I scramble to stop you, 

to save you 

from nothing. 

You laugh and pull me in. 

Into a run for our lives 

over the top of the skyline. 

September kisses my face 

and makes you flush a rosy red, 

barely visible in the weak light. 


We leap over the gaps between the buildings, 

building a bridge for future 

sky runners. 

The world stops. 

So we stop. 

And hold our breaths in fear. 

We hold our breaths in fear of losing what we have created. 

Courage. 

We face our fears. 

I laugh into the night, 

and you mirror me. 

Nothing is broken 

so we keep running. 

What are we running from? 

You laugh. 

I smile. 

The city twinkles like a million stars below us 

as we float above our universe. 

It’s what we’ve created; it’s what we’ve made. 

Tonight, the city is ours. 



I Need To Be Brave 

I need to be brave 

at night time to get some sleep 

but I have a light 


Negar Karimi 

Grade 3, Fenside P.S. 

The Poetry Project 

A poem doesn’t have to rhyme; 

people write them all the time. 

Zoë Norman 


It’s not very hard to make them unique; 

they could have sound effects—hinges that creak. 

Allusions so tortured, so dreadfully weak, 

to give them the syllabic cadence they seek. 

Bards sift through themes to find ones that will matter, 

displaying their words on a bright silver platter. 

’Cause when it comes to that deadline day, 

it’s not very easy to get an “A”. 



Pen and Flame 

Meredith Laver 

Grade 7, St. Andrew’s J.H.S. 

The shadowy charcoal stains gaze moodily down from the creamy firebrick 

at the flickering play of colours that dance below, occasionally leaping up 

to grin obnoxiously, and then, twisting away, 

pulled by a fiery momentum. 

Silky flames brush amber lips against the stony chimney walls 

and then glide away to slip again through rusted bars. 

Smoky illusions twist in and out of shifting forms, 

weaving a translucent tapestry of clouded perfume. 

Flickering golden butterflies dart through the haze, 

sparking intertwining trails. 

An ad for cars sails gently on an updraft to smother the warm glow 

emitted by the sinuous threads of flickering illumination. 

A tangled web of ginger tendrils snakes through the fibres of the paper 

while greedy tongues lick hungrily at a once-bold headline. 

Pale ivory becomes molten copper, surging with waves of flowing passion. 

Golden worms devour the crinkled mahogany edges, nibbling away 

at a story of oppression and pain, destroying all evidence. 

It writhes to escape, but is caught on a whisper of air and is whirled furiously 

up the sooty chimney, clinging desperately to the flue. 

Scattered fragments, scattered words drift down and are lost 

amid the flaming sea. 

A wasted story. 

The flickering amber flowers retreat, laughing, into a fortress of charred logs 

where dusty white squares are split by ebony chasms, 

revealing a vividly glowing river of vermillion embers. 

A girl lies by the cooling hearth, scratching a pen across paper. 

She is trying to write a poem. 


The Feather 

The furry feather 

Looks like it has 

Lots of tickles 

In it. 

Madeline Koo 

Grade 1, Kennedy P.S. 



Rina Kang 


The Day My Consciousness Met Poetry 

Miss, 

Sorry to disturb your 

Charismatic fantasies, but as your loyal 

Conscious and Security Advisor, 

I must inform you that I have scavenged 

A most curious, dazzled soul lurking in Sector D of the 

Brain. 

I held him captive 

Under my most watchful eyes. 

Miss, 

In all the years of my most 

Loyal service I have never set eyes on a 

Being of such grand 

Character. 

His crystalline appearance was as 

Captivating as the 

Ghostly glow of the moon-lit night. 

He carried a fragrance of magnolia 

Ready to bloom. 

His demeanour was as 

Mystifying as the lost deserts of Egypt. 


As I stood there, 

A symphony of emotions 

Consumed his soul, 

And his body, no more. 

He gave me a sense of understanding beyond my years, 

Which I shall cherish eternally. 

Sadly enough, what I extracted little from him was 

His place of origin: 

The Monarch of Imagination 

And his name: 

Poetry. 



Everything 

Don’t you hate—just hate it 

When every song, 

When every picture, 

When every word, 

When every thought, 

When just everything 

reminds you of that 

Special person … 

And that just reminds you 

of the one thing 

you don’t have. 


Shirley Lai 

Grade 7, Port Royal P.S. 

Poetry 

Writing a poem 

Is like knitting 

It is very difficult 

But it all comes together 

In 

The end 

Jillian Sprenger 

Grade 4, Millwood J.S. 



Author and Artist Index 

A 

Laila Abdulhadi – Forest Manor P.S. 123 

Faria Abedin – H.J. Alexander C.S. 40 

Caleb Ajao – Anson S. Taylor Jr. P.S. 132 

Ashleigh Alexander – L’Amoreaux C.I. 70 

Brian Aouad – Faywood Arts-Based Curriculum School 48 

Marina Apostolopoulos – Brian P.S. 121 

B 

Pranav Balakrishnan – Daystrom P.S. 130 

Rashaun Baptiste – Humberwood Downs J.M. Academy 122 

Jazmin Batey – High Park Alternative School Jr. 175 

Christina Beharry – Terraview-Willowfield P.S. 146 

Jonathan Biafore – King Edward P.S. 144 

Maggie Bisset – Forest Manor P.S. 166 

Kianna Blair-Washington – Willow Park Jr. P.S. 36 

Hana Brath – Withrow Avenue P.S. 69 

Abigail Buller – Runnymede Jr. & Sr. P.S. 4 

Emma Buller – Runnymede Jr. & Sr. P.S. 182 

Kaitlin Burek – John G. Althouse M.S. 138 

Heather Burt – John Ross Robertson P.S. 75 

C 

Yvonne Cadogen – L’Amoreaux C.I. 74 

Joshua Cambranes – Cordella Avenue Jr. P.S. 87 

Anne Chambers – Humberside C.I. 105, 117 

Michelle Chan – Riverdale C.I. 184 

Tithi Chowdhury – John A Leslie P.S. 92 

Sophia Christopher – John Ross Robertson P.S. 57 

Marisa Coulton – North Bridlewood Jr. P.S. 60 

Liam Cummins – Bowmore P.S. 126 

Josh Cunningham – Roden P.S. Jr. 84 

Julia Cuthbertson – Broadlands P.S. 62 



D 

Madeleine Da Cambra – Bowmore P.S. 152 

Candice Dallas-Bartley – L’Amoreaux C.I. 151 

Roxanne De Souza – Silverthorn C.I. 34 

Katarina Djuric – Rosethorn J.S. 47 

Amanda Dmytryshyn – Silverthorn C.I. 17 

Jennifer Do – Kane M.S. 112 

Lexia Donaldson – Selwyn E.S. 67 

F 

Jing Yang Fan – North Bridlewood Jr. P.S. 137 

Zhiliang Fang – Corvette Jr. P.S. 95 

Dahir Farah – Cordella Avenue Jr. P.S. 54 

Gemma Foley – Dovercourt Jr. P.S. 51, 59 

Deborah Francis – Sir Wilfrid Laurier C.I. 53 

G 

Aniza Galbete – Gracedale P.S. 13 

Jenfay Gan – Port Royal P.S. 139 

Rachel Gardiner – John A. Leslie P.S. 52 

Rachel Gertin – Summit Heights P.S. 147 

Agrin Ghiasvand – Brian P.S. 135 

Molly Gladstone – Bowmore P.S. 141 

Dominique Glassman – Riverdale C.I. 128 

Sveta Gosteva – Charles H. Best M.S. cover 

Monica Guan – Henry Hudson Sr. P.S. 63 

Adiya Guzmán-Durakovic – Montrose P.S. 8 

H 

Adrian Hagar – Dr. Norman Bethune C.I. 178 

Shakira Hakimzadah – Victoria Park S.S. 100 

Jake Halliday-Conquer – Wilkinson P.S. 154 

Will Hanna – Maurice Cody P.S. 30 

Christine Hansen-Gealon – Highland J.H.S. 106 

Yasir Haque – Rene Gordon E.S. 18 

Elizabeth Harvey – Lambton-Kingsway J.M.S. 50 

Daniel Haynes – Clinton Street Jr. P.S. 109 

Taher Hitawala – Woburn Jr. P.S. 86 

Jordan Hofmann – Palmerston Avenue P.S. 64 

David Hong – Weston C.I. 9 

Hinako Hosoya – Queen Victoria P.S. 44 

Kevin Hsiao – Brian P.S. 156 

Lily Huang – Clinton Street Jr. P.S 94 

Saniya Hussain – O’Connor P.S. 125 

Sundus Hussein – Shoreham P.S. 142 

Peter Huycke – John Wanless Jr. P.S. 85 

Michael Iwamoto – John Ross Robertson P.S. 79 

J 

Mithuna Jeganthas – White Haven Jr. P.S. 172 

Mithila Jeyakumar – Queen Victoria P.S. 111 

Chessy Jian – Sir John A. MacDonald C.I. 162 

Christopher Jones – John G. Althouse M.S. 32 

Zainab Jumshaid – North Bridlewood Jr. P.S. 58 

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I 

K 

Sophia Kane – John Ross Robertson P.S. 75 

Rina Kang – Bowmore P.S. 190 

Yun Kao – Victoria Park S.S. 155 

Evangeline Kapsalis – Woburn Jr. P.S. 42 

Céline Karkaby – Dunlace P.S. 119 

Negar Karimi – Fenside P.S. 186 

Jasmeet Kaur Ajrha – Humberwood Downs J.M. Academy 27 

Jessica Keffer – St. Andrew’s P.S. 14 

Peter Kim – Sir Wilfred Laurier C.I. 108 

Jamieson King – John Ross Robertson P.S. 56 

Jada Kinnaird – Chine Drive P.S. 11 

Madeline Koo – Kennedy P.S. 189 

Alexandra Koskinen – Highland J.H.S. 83, 158 

Katherine Kouzmina – Humberside C.I. 180 

Austin Kpiebewieng – Daystrom P.S. 145 

Gueletina Ksenia – Charles H. Best M.S 103, 170 

Candice Kung – Don Mills C.I. 24 

Melissa Kwan – Diefenbaker E.S. 183


L 

Shirley Lai – Port Royal P.S. 192 

Janice Lam – Port Royal P.S. 129 

Sandy Lam – Carlton Village Jr. & Sr. P.S. 65 

Iyma Lamarche – Palmerston Avenue P.S. 1 

Meredith Laver – St. Andrew’s J.H.S. 188 

Mary Lee – Agincourt C.I. 22 

David Lee – Highland J.H.S. 82 

Hudson Lennie – John G. Althouse M.S. 37 

Cece Li – North Bridlewood Jr. P.S. 12 

Clement Li – Cummer Valley M.S. 49 

Lauren Li – Millwood J.S. 66 

Carly Lien – Runnymede Jr. & Sr. P.S. 143 

Ruyang Lin – Grenoble P.S. 88 

Gilad Lippa – Maurice Cody P.S. 165 

Alanna Lipson – Humberside C.I. 6 

Tommy Liu – R.H. King Academy 23 

Yevin Liyanapatabendi – John A. Leslie P.S. 131 

Michael Locatelli – Faywood Arts-Based Curriculum School 134 

Madeline Long – Earl Grey Sr. P.S. 164 

M 

N 

April Masongsong – West Glen J.S. 26 

Katarina Mayer – Rosethorn J.S. 110 

Lauren McCarthy – Rosethorn J.S. 45 

Maggie McDonald – Williamson Road P.S. 68 

Deirdre McDonald – Silverthorn C.I. 177 

Yeats McNally – Earl Grey Sr. P.S. 46 

Katie Middlebrook – Weston C.I. 7, 174 

Maggie Mo – Marc Garneau C.I. 150 

Rahim Mohamed – Thistletown C.I. 136 

Nasir Mohamed – Westview Centennial S.S. 140 

Quadriy Naimi – Willow Park Jr. P.S. 101 

Sean Nemett – Norway P.S. 102 

Maxwell Norman – Bowmore P.S. 116 

Zoë Norman – Bowmore P.S 187 

O 

Marija Ojdrovic – Humberside C.I. 153 

Chris O’Melia – Maurice Cody P.S. 30 

Jamie Onyshko – Diefenbaker E.S. 93 

Ivy Osei – Lamberton P.S. 120 

P 

Pauline Pangilinan – Terraview-Willowfield P.S. 169 

Matthew Papadatos – Faywood Arts-Based Curriculum School 19 

Aarani Paramalingam – Highcastle P.S. 160 

Maya Stewart Pathak – Runnymede Jr. & Sr. P.S. 171 

Thomas Poltoranos – Princess Margaret J.S. 89 

Anya Pospiech – George Peck P.S. 133 

Prabha Poudel – Roden P.S. Jr. 157 

Deepa Prashad – North Bridlewood Jr. P.S. 176 

Thomas Pryor – John A. Leslie P.S. 3 

Rafay Qadri – Forest Manor P.S. 16 

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R 

Aryana Rabii – Lillian P.S. 80 

Tharmila Rajasingam – R.H. King Academy 38 

Mithila Rajavel – Jarvis C.I. 148 

Ravin Ramnarain – Anson S. Taylor Jr. P.S. 39 

Cameron Redlich – Princess Margaret J.S. 78 

Lillian Ross-Millard – Horizon Alternative School 31 

S 

Brahm Sanger – Daystrom P.S. 33 

Peter Sarellas – Runnymede Jr. & Sr. P.S. 96 

Eilythea Senis – John Buchan Sr. P.S. 20 

Caitlin Seto – Diefenbaker E.S. 97 

Danielle Shachar – Cummer Valley M.S. 72, 99 

Justine Shackleton – West Rouge Jr. P.S. 5 

Tori Shin – Lillian P.S. 21 

Andrew Shon – Cummer Valley M.S. 28 

Sulaxi Sivakumar – Glamorgan Jr. P.S. 61 

Bronwyn Smith – John Wanless Jr. P.S. 173


Jillian Sprenger – Millwood J.S. 104, 193 

Lathika Sritharan – Sir Wilfred Laurier C.I. 91 

Nicole Staios – Terraview-Willowfield P.S. 2 

Mishannah Stevens – Weston C.I. 161 

Vinoj Suthakaran – Highcastle P.S. 90 

Moshin Syed – Willow Park Jr. P.S. 127 

T 

Dani Tavroges – Faywood Arts-Based Curriculum School 168 

Candice Tay – Bayview M.S. 124 

Merron Tegene – Rose Avenue P.S. 181 

V 

Carrie Viegas – Faywood Arts-Based Curriculum School 98 

W 

Jerry Wang – Forest Manor P.S. 77 

Emily Webb – Roselands Jr. P.S. 81 

Cassandra Wells – Weston C.I. 10 

Valerie West – Queen Victoria P.S. 114 

Rachel Wilson – Brian P.S. 29 

Y 

David Yang – Lambton-Kingsway J.M.S. 41 

Grace Yao – Lescon P.S. 25 

Quincy Yee – Runnymede Jr. & Sr. P.S. 55 

Stephanie Yip – Brian P.S. 73 

Alice You – Cummer Valley M.S. 35 

Z 

200 

Jerry Zhang – Lescon P.S. 76 

Michael Zhang – Dovercourt Jr. P.S. 115 

Penny Zhang – Agnes Macphail P.S. 163 

Mari Zhou – Jarvis C.I. 15 

Max Zidel – Vaughan Road Academy 118 

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