Charles E. Smith Jewish Day School Middle School Rockville, Maryland
Welcome to Collage 2014
Thank you for picking up a copy of Collage 2014! The main theme for the magazine this year is “twisted confusion.” All the way from the beginning of this magazine, on the cover, the theme is portrayed. The cover, designed by Co-Editor in Chief, Jordanna Priesman, was designed to portray the feelings derived from the literature inside the magazine, from the desolate poems inspired by the memoir; Night, by Elie Weisel, all the way to the final poem hoping to put a smile on everybody’s face. Inside, you will find poems and prose that will continue the theme of twists and turns. We hope that you enjoy all of the literature that you will soon find in the magazine. Because of the complex theme of twisted confusion, we worked hard to determine what submissions should be featured in the magazine. This was hard mostly because all the submissions were good. Behind the literature, you will also find visuals including photography, ceramics, sculpture and much more. All of the literature is deeply connected to the designated visual that accompanies it. This shows how the theme is maintained through the magazine. Finally, we would like to extend a special thank you to the advisor of the magazine, Mrs. Lakein. She has been here every step of the way to provide the Editorial Board with structure, as well as smiles. Happy reading, Jordanna Priesman and Rina Torchinsky, your co-editors
Submissions are gathered from both middle school teachers and students. The members of the Collage 2014 Editorial Board determine the criteria for selection and then make all of the decisions on what selections to include in the magazine. They design the magazine and prepare it for publication. The magazine is created in InDesign CS6. Titles are set in 24 point; text is set in 14 point, using Minion Pro. Attributions are set in 10 point. The magazine is printed by Alphagraphics. Gaithersburg, Md. 175 copies are printed and distributed. There is no charge for this magazine.
Ms. Claire Burke, Publications Director, for her expertise and guidance and for patiently helping all of us throughtout the year and for helping us learn InDesign. Volume 16 Thank you to our English teachers and our Arts teachers for enthusiastically supporting us and helping us gather prose and poetry, photography, art, and ceramics. And to Ms. Joan VanderWalde, Prinicpal of the CESJDS Middle School for her inspiration and continuing support.
Editors-in-Chief Jordanna Preisman Rina Torchinsky
Technical Advisors Maxine Elovitz ‘15 Danielle Galitzer ‘15
Faculty Advisor Annette E. Lakein
Columbia Scholastic Press Association Gold Crown 2011, 2012 Gold Medalist 2004 - 2012 Amelia Davidson Charles E. Smith Jewish Day School Silver Medalist 2001-2003, 2013
Maya Cohen-Shields Danielle Eliav
Isaih Friedland Devira Friedman Nava Himelhoch Alyssa Kline Aaron Liss
Maryland-DC Scholastic Press Association Gold Lane Medal 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 11710 Hunters 2011, 2012
Rockville, Maryland 20852
National Scholastic Press Association www. cesjds.org First place, 301-881-1400 (T) one mark of Distinction 2007 All-American, four marks of Distinction 301-230-2196 (F)
2011 First place, three marks of Distinction Aliza Rabinovitz Collage 2014 is published through 2012 the generosity of: First Place, mark of distinction 2013 Helyn and Louis Fanaroff Cultural Artsone Endowment Sophia Sadikman Cultural Arts Endowment Sara SporkinJay M. and Dorothy S. Rosenthal National Council of Teachers of English Kuttner-Levenson Endowment for Upper School 2008, Cultural Arts Rated Excellent 2010
Rated Superior, Nomintated for Highest and Student Publications Award 2012
Table of Contents
Art, Ceramics, and Photography
Poetry and Prose Icarus poem by Liam Shemesh
Response to Landscape by Ari Gershengorn
Awake at Dawn by Zoё Friedman and Jordie Priesman
Rainbow Bird by Sami Koitz
Rocks by Jaimin Kammerman-Fletcher
My Hope by Becca Block
Bubbles by Josh Eisen
Faith by Avi Abrams
Wild by Sophie Schulman
Wonder by Jaimin Kammerman-Fletcher
We Were Together by Nicolas Escobar
Tree adaptaion by Rina Torchinsky
Here by Zoё Friedman
Ravens Inferno by Beryl Hovis-Afflerbach
Tranquil by Tamar Eisen
To Wait for Fire by Sarah Fenster
Pink Floral By Jaimin Kammerman-Fletcher
Girls Can Play Soccer by Dani Bernstein
Squirrel by Jaimin Kammerman-Fletcher
Home by Shelby Levine
Canyon by Jamin Kammerman-Fletcher
The Tree and the Man by Stav Elazar-Mittelman
Peacefulness by Jordan Herling
Canyon by Jamin Kammerman-Fletcher
Happy by Kate Sosland
Sculpture by Sophie Handloff
A Battle between the Gods by Jonathan Berkowitz
Twisted Lightning by Renana Harris-Blumenthal
I am More by Eve Strickberger
Handshake by Talia Cohen
Sadness by Omar Balva
Worried by Jacob Cannon
Smile bound by Rina Torchinsky
Cover design by Jordanna Priesman
Response to â€œLandscape with the Fall of Icarusâ€?
By Liam Shemesh
By Ari Gershengorn
When Icarus fell, a sheep may have noticed
The peaceful town of Sicily
but its master paid no heed
The people conduct business
to the drowning boy
The sun almost set,
gave no sign
put their heads down
that perhaps he had seen the boy
and do not take notice
so intent on his work,
sits idly by
did not seem to hear the screams
and stares blankly
The oblivious fisherman, so focused on catching dinner,
The simple shepherd
did not notice the ripples of the water
stares into the distance in deep thought
Poor Icarus . Everything seemed to look away from him; the boats had their sails up. But alas they were sailing in the opposite direction, the birds were high up in the sky, looking but not seeing Perhaps the shepherd was staring at Daedalus
Plaster Scuplture by Sami Koitz
The setting sun dips below the horizon taking no notice The idle bird soars over the mountains carelessly
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MISHKAN – 2:00 IN THE MORNING A dark room, 10 feet wide and 10 feet long, is illuminated with flickering light cast by a 5 foot, 7-branch, ancient lampstand (menorah), with thick, white candles burning low. The menorah is situated in the very center of the room. The room’s walls are slanted at a 60 degree angle and are constructed of a rough, blood-red cloth. A tall, rectangular window to the right of the menorah shows darkness outside. Rain BEATS on the window. Lightning flashes across the sky. A RUMBLE OF THUNDER is heard from outside. FADE TO- EXT. THE AZARAH The Azarah is a 10 foot by 12 foot courtyard with grey concrete. A single, wooden altar stands in the center of the courtyard. Raindrops POUND onto the pavement. More THUNDER is heard. A forked lightning bolt flashes across the sky. OVERHEAD VIEW- EXT. THE KOHENIM BUNK The KOHENIM bunk is a rectangular wooden cabin with a single small, square window and 1 red door 7 feet tall and 2 feet wide. CAMERA ZOOMS THROUGH THE WINDOW- INT. THE KOHENIM BUNK Twenty middle-aged men in fluffy white robes are sleeping on their beds. Their shoulder-length, black beards flutter when they exhale. CAMERA ZOOMS OUT OF THE WINDOW OVERHEAD VIEW- EXT. LEVIM BUNK The Levim bunk is a rectangular wooden cabin with a single small, square window and 1 red door 7 feet tall and 2 feet wide. CAMERA ZOOMS THROUGH A WINDOW- INT. THE LEVIM BUNK Ten middle-aged men and one youth, all dressed in fluffy white robes, are sleeping on their beds. The middle-aged men sleep motionless, while the youth tosses and turns in his sleep. SHMUEL, a sleeping youth of 16 dressed in a white robe, tosses and turns in his sleep. CLOSEUP OF SHMUEL’s face. Shmuel has a pained expression on his face. He shakes his leg and moves his arm from side to side. He becomes tangled in his blankets. GOD (O.S.) Shmuel. Shmuel’s eyes fly open. He sits bolt upright, BREATHING HEAVILY. Shmuel throws the covers off of him and runs out the door of the Levim bunk. CAMERA SHOWS OVERHEAD VIEW OF SHMUEL RUNNING OUTSIDE IN THE DOWNPOUR OF RAIN. EXT. OUTSIDE IN THE DARKNESS- 2 IN THE MORNING Shmuel runs towards the KOHENIM bunk in the POURING RAIN. He runs through puddles and splashes muddy rainwater on his white robe. INT. The KOHENIM bunk ELI the Kohen, a man of eighty with a balding scalp and a shoulder length grey beard, is sleeping peacefully in his bed in the KOHENIM bunk. INTERCUT BETWEEN SHMUEL RUNNING OUTSIDE AND ELI SLEEPING IN HIS BED IN THE KOHENIM BUNK Shmuel reaches the KOHENIM bunk and PUSHES THE DOOR OPEN WITH A CREAK. Eli is sleeping peacefully with little movement. INT. KOHENIM BUNK Shmuel reaches Eli’s bedside. Shmuel shakes Eli awake. SHMUEL (out of breath) Here I am because you called me. ELI (Sleepily) I didn’t call you. Go back to sleep. 47
Eli closes his eyes. Shmuel exits the KOHENIM bunk. THE CAMERA FADES INTO DARKNESS. MONTAGE 1. Shmuel walks back to the Levim bunk in the POURING RAIN. 2. Shmuel gets back to his bed and falls back asleep. 3. A white clock on the wall TICKS and reads 4 in the morning. 4. Shmuel awakens suddenly and leaps out of bed. 5. Shmuel walks back outside in the POURING rain to the KOHENIM bunk. 6. Shmuel shakes Eli awake. SHMUEL (panting) I am here because you called me. ELI (Confused) I didn’t call you. Go back to sleep, my son. CAMERA FOLLOWS SHMUEL OUT THE DOOR AND BACK TO THE LEVIM BUNK. INT. Levim Bunk- Dawn Camera zooms in on Shmuel’s face. GOD (O.S.) Shmuel. CAMERA SHOWS VIEW FROM SHMUEL’S EYES. Shmuel reluctantly sits up in bed and lifts the covers off of him. He stands up, yawns widely, stretches his arms above his head, and walks out the door of the Levim bunk. EXT. LEVIM BUNK Shmuel walks sleepily towards the KOHENIM bunk. He shivers in the POURING RAIN and rubs his arms. Shmuel reaches the KOHENIM bunk and PUSHES THE DOOR OPEN. He drags his feet. INT. KOHENIM BUNK- DAWN Shmuel reaches Eli’s bedside and kneels on one knee. He shakes Eli awake. Eli sits up in his bed, rubs his eyes, and yawns widely. SHMUEL (sleepily) I am here because you called me. ELI’s eye’s open wide in understanding. He claps his right hand to his mouth. ELI Shmuel, God is calling you! You must reply to God and say, “Speak, God, because your servant is listening.” SHMUEL Okay. CAMERA FADES OUT ON SCENE. CAMERA FADES BACK IN ON THE INSIDE OF THE LEVIM BUNK. INT. LEVIM BUNK- DAWN Shmuel is sleeping on his bed. He is SNORING loudly. GOD (O.S.) Shmuel. Shmuel awakens and sits up in his bed, BREATHING HEAVILY. He scratches his head with his right hand. SHMUEL (uncertainly) Speak (beat) Because your servant is listening. Shmuel peers around the Levim Bunk nervously. CAMERA ZOOMS IN ON SHMUEL’S THROAT Shmuel GULPS. 8
CAMERA MOVES UP TO SHOW SHMUEL’S FACE A bead of sweat drips down the left side of Shmuel’s face and slides down his cheek. GOD (O.S.) Shmuel, Shmuel. I will do something that will make all of Israel’s ears’ ring. Oh, and Eli’s sons will die on the same day, and the rest of your family will die young. I have already warned Eli of this. SHMUEL (meekly)(stuttering) Why… Why are you telling me all… all of this? GOD (O.S.) You are the new prophet. SHMUEL (still a little shaken) Oh… Okay. EXT. OUTSIDE THE MISHKAN – EARLY MORNING Sun is shining, birds are CHIRPING. Shmuel, OPENS THE DOORS to the Mishkan. ELI (O.S.) Shmuel, my son. Shmuel (Sighing) Here I am. EXT. MIDDLE OF COURTYARD Eli is standing there, waiting for Shmuel to show up. Shmuel soon enters. SHMUEL Yes? ELI Shmuel, what did God tell you last night? You must tell me everything otherwise, you will have you and the rest of your family cursed. Shmuel (stuttering) Um… well… ELI Get on with it! I don’t have all day! SHMUEL Well, um… God told me that I am the new prophet and that something is going to happen in Israel and everyone that hears it, their ears will ring. ELI Anything else? SHMUEL Um… Both of your sons, because of their sins will die young. (beat) Also, the rest of your family will die young. That is all. Eli is now looking a little stressed and worried. He is BREATHIING HEAVILY. ELI “He is God. Let Him do what is good in His eyes.” SCENE DISSOLVES INTO DARKNESS WITH THE SOUND OF HEAVY THUD.
Wild By Sophie Schulman
By Avi Abrams Faith Faith in People, God and yourself Faith defines you as a person Faith differs you from the rest Faith is overrated Faith is what causes you to fail Faith is what causes you to get angry at the ones you had faith in Faith can’t be taken away We don’t want faith to be taken away, or to lose it Because when we lose faith all else fails.
My Hope By Becca Block My Hope I hoped we were going someplace safe. I hoped the fire she talked about was just the hunger talking. I hoped to see my mother again. I hoped to wake up. To be home, in my study. I hoped tomorrow would be better. It wasn’t. I hoped to get more food, a piece of bread, some soup. I hoped the running would be over. I hoped the men in the snow were just sleeping. I hoped the siren would have come sooner. I hoped my father would have survived. My hope died with him.
. Wild Wild. They contained us into cramped cars. Wild. They threatened to shoot. Wild. They chose one by one. Wild. We were pets. We were not yet wild. Wild. Stripped of humanity, we ran. Wild. We were dogs. No longer humans. Wild. We fought each other. Wild. Snarling, clawing, fighting. Just to stay alive. We were wild.
We Were Together By Nicolas Escobar We Were Together We were together when we ate We were together when we worked and rested We were together when we were punished and rewarded We were together when we made our decisions We were together when we needed help We were together when we needed to be comforted We were together when we were separated We were together when we ran We were together when you left the world We were never together again.
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By Zoё Friedman
I lie on my back, Suspended in midair above a blue curtain that retreats and advances With a rush of air and a roar That is loud but somehow calming. Nothing can hurt me here, In between a space called land and a space called heaven. But still, I am able to blindly experience the joys below me. My nose sniffs thoughtfully at the first sign of a salty sea breeze. I can just imagine the slimy, orange, scaled fish jumping with glee And the sly seagulls cackling, their wings spread wide. It is dark here, above the ocean but below heaven. The sun hasn’t made an appearance to grasp my skin in a relentless hold And cause it to wither and crumple Like a piece of reddish, rough, paper-thin, parchment That burns with rage when I flex my muscles. The hairs on my arm stand up as though anticipating something, My skin pulls itself tighter over my bones when ice cold ocean water In the form of a soft, foamy, mist splatters my face. I will only experience thisHere. I am almost directly on top of the seashore and ocean, But below the wonders above the clouds. Ignoring the cool draft, warmth spreads from my fingertips to my toes, and I taste the sweetness of honey dancing on my tongue. Just relax and“Wake up!” Huh?
Digital Photography by Jaimin Kammerman-Fletcher
By Tamar Eisen I am a pond smooth and shiny with the occasional ripple when the wind blows fish swim around creating little disturbances I remain unreached In my own world. I am like a tree with wind whistling through my ears standing tall and strong. Listening to the birds and the bugs leaves rubbing up against each other. then I crack and lose my place I fall defeated out of my calm bubble back to real life.
To Wait for Fire By Sarah Fenster
It was cold, very cold. I assumed by now Master would have found shelter, I tried to tell him so. Of course, he didn’t listen to me. Most humans never do, I have come to expect it. Still, no dog from my line of breeding should be out in this weather. I suspect it was below seventy, even! I was shivering through my fur. Sometimes, I pity my Master, for he does not have the nice warm fur coat that Mother Nature has so kindly provided me with. I could have sniffed out the nearest trail to shelter, but Master seemed to want go on, to keep moving. If it weren’t for my loyalty, I would have run away myself to the closest fire I could find. Sometimes, when I smelled smoke, I would whine a little and try to guide Master in its direction, but he never paid any heed to me. We were walking, and suddenly he got very cautious, tiptoeing around mounds of snow and hopping lightly over brambles. Once even, he made me walk ahead of him, I suppose to make sure the path was safe, and I sank nearly two feet deep in icy water! He pulled me out as fast as he could, but I almost lost my whole lower half. We walked on for some time after that, until then my master decided to eat his midday meal. He removed his hand-coverings, I guess Master must wear them because his hands are not as furry as mine, and proceeded to unwrap his biscuits. I would have loved a biscuit, but I did not think that Master would want to give me one. I ignored this in the hope that he would make a fire for me to warm myself. I lay down on the snow as Master tried to bite his biscuit, but the icy redness dripping from his beard didn’t allow him to do so. Master tried to conquer this by building a fire. This made me glad, for a fire meant warmth and happiness and hot food. As Master attempted his fire, I lay down lazily near its heat, but not so close that I would get singed. I knew that it was my duty as a Master’s dog to help, but he had not bid me to, and I was tired and shivering. I had heard tell of dogs who were not masters’ dogs, dogs who were wild and free, and I thought that I might want to be one of those dogs, but then I thought, “Then who would there be for Master?”, so I decided against it. Suddenly, Master got up, and started running around like a crazed animal. I was bounding to keep up with him, and I fancy myself a fast breed. He seemed so determined, yet we were not making any progress. I tried to tell Master so, but he did not heed my many short, loud barks. We ran for about 45 minutes, and suddenly Master sank to the ground, it seemed as it he was in a daze.
His eyes were misty and glazed over, and he looked distant, like his soul was somewhere far away. He called me, but his voice sounded different, and I did not heed him. I was confused, and I smelled sickness and death on his tongue. Master tried calling me many more times, and then his voice returned to normal, like the gravelly sound of a whip hitting the ground, and I came to him. He grabbed me, and tried to grasp his knife, and I wriggled and kicked out of his grasp, for I sensed danger in his arms. Master was in a bad condition of body and mind, and I didn’t want to fall prey to him. Suddenly, as if struck by magic, Master fell to the ground. He seemed smaller, calmer, more at peace with himself and the world. He lay on the snow, quietly breathing, until he breathed no more. I was unsure what to do, but I sniffed him, and the smell of death was upon him, so I trotted away to the nearby camp.
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Home By Shelby Levine
Girls Can Play Soccer By Dani Bernstein Soccer (girls can play) Guys are strong Guys are aggressive Guys are fast Guys can push Guys Guys Guys Have you ever seen girls play? What about girls? We are fast We are aggressive We can push We can play I’m sick and tired of hearing Girls aren’t aggressive Girls are scared to go to the ball Oh yeah Well you should see one of girls’ games
Sarah gets the ball She sprints down the field I’m open I’m open She crosses it to me I swivel around them I fake them out I push I shove And there I am Right in the middle of the goal Me and the goalie I take a shot BOOM!!! TOP LEFT CORNER The team gives me high fives You think girls can’t play? Well you thought wrong Girls can play
Dancing. We are all dancing in the gym. On the warm July night all of us
the moment sink in and last forever. The first one explodes in the midnight sky. Gold red and green sparks
are running, twirling, jumping to the
dancing around the air. We hear the oohs
sounds of the music the DJ plays in the
and ahhhs from the people around us,
open gym. The boys chase us around the
the laughter from friends, from sisters.
long stretch of field surrounding us.
More and more begin to rise up and
Rolling down the gigantic hill beside the gym. The little kids left a while
burst, lighting up the sky. As we look up at the dancing sky,
ago and now it’s just us, the older ones
a shooting star flies across the constella-
dancing in the lights of the gym at our
tions. We close our eyes, we make a wish.
At this moment I realize something. The On the speaker they tell us it’s
people lying around me are my family.
time, and then the race begins to the hill,
Around these girls, I can be myself. I can
the huge one that seems to go up and up.
tell these girls anything.
We find our spots and collapse on the hill holding hands, never separated. Squeezing each other’s hands as
I look back up, at the night sky, with its many colors. Red, gold, green, blue, pink, and purple sparks flying
stars start to become visible. We promise
everywhere. This is my sanctuary; this is
to be sisters for the rest of our lives as
the first firework goes up into the air.As it goes up we close our eyes. Live in the moment is what we tell each other. Let
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Digital Photography by Jaimin Kammerman-Fletcher
The Tree and the Man By Stav Elazar-Mittelman
“Momma, look me in the eye, tell me its gonna be okay. It’s gonna be okay right,
As I looked around I shrank in my trunk, fear creeping inside of me. A lumberjack stood
tell me it’s gonna be alright. Don’t cry momma, please don’t, I won’t let it die, not like
standing before me, a determined yet sad look on his face. I remembered him, he used
this. You are gonna be alright, it’s gonna survive, I promise.” She looked up into my
to swing on my branches, play around my trunk, sleep in my shade. I believe it’s not his
face, told me what I wanted and sat back down, stared into space, and left me. I was
intention now. He weighed his axe in his hand, had a few practice trials, and brought the
expecting it, all her children dead but me, the only tree left in the forest. I shivered, I’m
axe whistling through the air towards my trunk. As I heard the whistle and saw the keen
alone, all alone. I looked around searching for a soothing light, to feed me energy, to
polished edge of the axe fear crept inside me, a reality sunk in too deep to ignore. The
give me strength. All I saw was a dark black and purple sky, so polluted and convoluted
forest is going to die and there’s nothing I can do about it. It froze, just inches from my
there was no difference between night and day. The smoke stacks ate at any clear air,
trunk, the axe dropped from his hands and he sat down, put his head in his hands and
surrounding it with smog, choking it to death, choking me.
stared at me. He said, “ I am sorry I have to do this to you, I don’t want to, I need to. My family is dying, we need wood for fire, to sell, to keep us from dying. Please I am sorry to
The flowers are my friends, but when I looked I saw withered carcasses, not a
kill your forest, I am, yet my family comes first, I will not let them die!”
wisp of life, not a drop of water. When I saw them there I thought of their dances. So graceful twirling in the wind, whipping all around, causing all to smile. Now they sit, dried, no happy twirls to make me smile, a void at my roots. The prancing deer so thin and frail the wind can knock them down. The males used to care for their families, proud and haughty. Ready to strike down any who threatened his young. The fauns, so small and cute dotted all around so small you can hold them in your arms. Most dead now, most alone, frail sick coughing, easy prey for the crazed howling wolf.
An idea just hit me as he was preparing for my final blow. I shook my tree violently, sending a tremor through the ground and making him stumble. When he regained his balance I brought a branch leveled before his eyes, on that branch was an acorn. At first he stared at me dumbfounded, not understanding what I meant, but then he had a look of relief. He told me, “I promise, this forest won’t die.” With that, he brought the axe whistling through the air, and cut off my life line. I went with acceptance, knowing that the forest will continue to live, I saw his face, he won’t let me down, he never did.
By Jordan Herling
By Kate Sosland
I watch the dove silently, As it plucks off the olive, And flies down into the peaceful sea, And a few seconds later,
You see Yellow and Neon Pink It’s like running through a field of bloomed flowers, in the middle of summer You can be so happy as a kid in a candy shop You’re erupting with laughter, like a volcano
For a whale to emerge,
The sun is so happy
Covered in beauty and glory.
The stars are cheerfully singing
I watch the dog
A boy can save the day. He’s superman
Walk away carelessly from the cat,
A girl can fly away from stress. She’s a butterfly
And the cat
Happiness is the best feeling
From the sleeping mouse. And I see all this with the waves Tumbling peacefully.
You can imagine your biggest dreams and make them come true You can forget about all the stress, and just relax Just be happy
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A Battle Between the Gods By Jonathan Berkowitz
Many years ago, Greece was one big country completely connected to Europe. Greece was separated into islands during one of the largest battles between the gods. For a long time before the battle, Zeus was acting particularly tyrannical. He made all of the gods do whatever he wanted, and he behaved as if he were stronger than all the other gods put together. He was especially obnoxious to Poseidon, making Poseidon feel unwelcome on Mount Olympus. Zeus got drunk during every party the gods had on Mount Olympus, and then would say to Poseidon, “Little fish, go back down in the water, back to where you came from.” Poseidon got angry each time Zeus called him a “little fish,” and would fight Zeus; Zeus won each time. Eventually, Poseidon realized that the right course of action was not to engage in these little squabbles every time Zeus insulted him. Rather, Poseidon decided that he would teach Zeus a lesson in humility by getting some of the other gods to help him fight Zeus. Whenever Zeus insulted or harassed one of the other gods, Poseidon tried to get that god to join Poseidon in his fight against Zeus. Once, Zeus grew tired of how Dionysus was constantly drunk, and punished Dionysus by not letting him drink wine. Poseidon saw this, and helped Dionysus. Poseidon had recently seen a family of humans stuck on a deserted Island making beer, and Poseidon had offered to take the humans back to their home in return for the knowledge of how to make more beer. Poseidon gave some of the beer to Dionysus, and although Dionysus didn’t like it as much as wine, he drank it gratefully. Dionysus had become addicted to alcohol and needed some to survive. Dionysus pledged to help Poseidon. 24
Poseidon also gave some of the beer to Demeter because she was the goddess of wheat. Poseidon told her to give the beer to more humans. She did, and after that, the humans prayed and thanked Demeter more. In turn, Demeter was thankful to Poseidon. For the most part, Poseidon went along as he had before, spending some time on Mount Olympus, and some time in his palace in the ocean. Poseidon did not reveal any signs of his plans. Poseidon knew that Zeus would figure out what he was planning if he stopped reacting to the insults, so Poseidon kept fighting Zeus and getting beaten up. However, these fights just made Poseidon more angry and more determined to beat Zeus. Poseidon was happy to have Demeter and Dionysus on his side, but Poseidon knew that he needed even more gods to join him. Poseidon decided that his next goal was to get Artemis and Apollo to join him. Poseidon knew that if he got one of the twins on his side, then the other would join him. Poseidon had the cyclopes build Apollo a fast and fire-proof chariot to drive the sun in each morning. Apollo didn’t drive the chariot everyday, but it was still a great gift. Poseidon also gave Apollo four of his fastest horses. As Poseidon was the god of horses, these horses were the most beautiful and fastest ever seen. When Apollo rode with them, Apollo had to slow the horses down, or the days would be too short. Apollo was so thankful for the gifts that he decided to help Poseidon, and of course Artemis, his twin sister, also pledged to fight with Poseidon. Poseidon knew that he almost had enough allies to fight Zeus. Poseidon went down to the Underworld,
and soon got his brother Hades on his side. Hades had always been angry at Zeus because when they picked straws to see who would rule which kingdom, Zeus got the sky and Hades the Underworld. Like Poseidon, Hades was also tired of Zeus acting better than Hades and making Hades feel unwelcome on Olympus. Last, Poseidon went to Ares. The god of war was always looking for a fight, and this promised to be a big one! Poseidon told Ares that he needed help to fight Zeus. Ares said, “Yes!” even before Poseidon could finish explaining why Ares should join him! Now Poseidon was ready for war. Athena, Hestia, Hephaestus, and Hera stayed on Zeus’s side. Hermes and Aphrodite stayed out of the fight. As the messenger god, Hermes heard of Poseidon’s plans. He thought that it would be funny to tell Zeus about the coming war, and that it would annoy Poseidon. Hermes had also heard that the war was just to teach Zeus a lesson, but Hermes decided not to tell Zeus what Poseidon really wanted. Hermes tricked Zeus into believing that Poseidon truly wanted to defeat Zeus and to take Zeus’s throne. Because of Hermes’s warning, Zeus was ready when Poseidon attacked. A great battle occurred that made the humans cower in their homes. Volcanoes erupted, storms raged, and the earth shook. sides were evenly matched, and neither could get the upper hand. Then, Zeus took a hanful of lightning bolts, and prepared to throw them at Poseidon. Seeing this, Poseidon slammed his trident into the ground as hard as he could to try to make Zeus fall. His plan worked much better than he had thought.
The blow caused a spiderweb of cracks to spread through the earth. Greece was torn apart. All of the Gods were sent flying into the ocean except Poseidon. He stood there, looking at what he had done. Suddenly, there were deafening explosions that sent the different parts of Greece flying in different directions, far away from each other. When Zeus had fallen into the ocean, his lightning bolts slipped from his hands, and there were massive explosions where they landed. The combination of the blows from Poseidon’s trident and Zeus’s lightning-bolts transformed Greece from a single land mass into a bunch of free floating islands. Zeus rose from the water knowing that he had been defeated, and was surprised to see Poseidon leaning over from one of the islands giving him a hand. They talked, and Poseidon explained to Zeus why he had been so angry at Zeus. Zeus realized that he had been wrong to treat the other gods so badly. “How were you ready for my attack?” Poseidon asked after they made up. “Hermes told me that you were attacking, and that you were trying to take my throne,” Zeus answered. “I told him no such thing,” Poseidon responded, and both gods realized that Hermes had tricked them. They found Hermes, and punished him by sentencing Hermes to serve a human lord for a year. But, after three weeks, all of the gods were tired of not being able to communicate easily, and so they shortened Hermes’s punishment to one month. After that, life was peaceful among the gods and humans for a long time, and Zeus was a much better king.
Athena, Hestia, Hephaestus, and Hera stayed on Zeus’s side
Picture by Jaimin Kammerman-Fletcher
Sadness By Omer Balva It feels like youâ€™re the only fish in the sea The only cell in a body When you are all alone and you donâ€™t want anyone there One isolated spere of grass in the middle of the desert Left out of a group of people
I am More
Like a bird when your flock leaves you
By Eve Strickberger
Like the lone chicken outside of the feed house.
Everyone thinks that they have the worst job,
I cannot make a mistake
Too many hours
or react too slow
not enough money A mean boss Yes I know. Working so hard trying to get a cash flow, waking up every morning you dread the day of working. You think your day is hard? Listen to mine I have to be awake 24/7
I am expected to know everything all the topics there are
You suffer in pain like you are sinking into a volcano When you were happy the day before And life knocks you down in a heart beat
from the history of the sticky note to telling you the most expensive sports car
By Jacob Cannon
Do you think my boss is mean? That I truly do have the worst day? Then you, my boss, why do you treat me this way? I am more than a computer, I have feelings you know
The light turns on and off Deciding what it feels Trying to be happy But in the end theres a big thump Everything is dark Like a fish who was tricked by a worm on a string Only one way to get rid of it Overcome the situation Come prepared and ready And when it is done, the light stops flickering Everything is bright
Artwork by Renana Harris-Blumenthal
Welcome to Collage 2014
Thank you for picking up a copy of Collage 2014! The main theme for the magazine this year is “twisted confusion.” All the way from the beginning of this magazine, on the cover, the theme is portrayed. The cover, Bound designed by Co-Editor in Chief,Smile Jordanna Priesman, was designed to portray the By Rina Torchinsky feelings derived from the literature inside the magazine, from the desolate poems inspired by the memoir; Night, by Elie Weisel, all the way to the final poem hoping to put a smile on everybody’s face. At a moment when your face was frowned Inside, you will find poems and prose that will continue the theme of twists and laughing sound turns. We hope that youWhen enjoythere’s all ofnot thea single literature that you will soon find in the You take atheme minuteof to twisted look around magazine. Because of the complex confusion, we worked hard And realize should that yoube arefeatured truly, “smile bound” to determine what submissions in the magazine. This was hard mostly because all the submissions were good. Behind the literature, you will also You suddenly feel a little pull on the cheek find visuals including photography, ceramics, sculpture and much more. All of Followed by something I would call avisual “lip tweak” the literature is deeply connected to the designated that accompanies it. This this point, youthrough are not even able to speak shows how the theme At is maintained the magazine. face has now taken a new Finally, we would like toYour extend a special thank youphysique to the advisor of the magazine, Mrs. Lakein. She has been here every step of the way to provide the Editorial Board Don’tas besmiles. surprised if those around you begin to stare with structure, as well Happy reading, They are merely wondering why you’re smiling at air Jordanna Priesman and Torchinsky, your co-editors Don’tRina be shy, for some, this moment is very rare
Editors-in-Chief Jordanna Preisman Rina Torchinsky
Editorial Board Maya Cohen-Shields Amelia Davidson Danielle Eliav Isaih Friedland Devira Friedman Nava Himelhoch
Why not just smile and make it a moment to share So from why don’t just stay like that a whileand students. The Submissions are gathered bothyou middle school teachers members of the Collage 2014upEditorial determine thesmile criteria for selection And light everyone’sBoard day with a little more and then make all of the decisions on what selections to include in the magazine. They design the magazine and prepare it for publication. The magazine is created in InDesign CS6. Titles are set in 24 point; text is set in 14 point, using Minion Pro. Attributions are set in 10 point. The magazine is printed by Alphagraphics. Gaithersburg, Md. 175 copies are printed and distributed. There is no charge for this magaDigital Photography by Talia Cohen zine. 28
Ms. Claire Burke, Publications Director, for her expertise and guidance and for patiently helping all of us throughtout the year and for helping us learn InDesign. Thank you to our English teachers and our Arts teachers for enthusiastically supporting us and helping us gather prose and poetry, photography, art, and ceramics. And to Ms. Joan VanderWalde, Prinicpal of the CESJDS Middle School for her inspiration and continuing support.
Alyssa Kline Aaron Liss Aliza Rabinovitz Sophia Sadikman Sara Sporkin Rachel Stoll
Technical Advisors Maxine Elovitz ‘15 Danielle Galitzer ‘15
Faculty Advisor Annette E. Lakein
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