May 25, 2012
A Voice for Students since 1923
Volume 87, Issue 5
Jolted back from a heart-stopping scare By Kekoa Morris Earlier this month, the school fell silent as paramedics carried English teacher Peter Greenhill away after he suffered a cardiac arrest. Mr. Greenhill was playing in the Seniors vs. Faculty basketball game on May 4 when he says he suddenly felt nauseous and lightheaded. Knowing that something was wrong, he quietly left for the infirmary. “It’s amazing that I made it as far as I did. I knew I was going to pass out,” Mr. Greenhill recalled. Miraculously, he made it to the infirmary, where he fell through the door as he slipped into unconsciousness. Ms. Shannon Yonamine, the school nurse, normally wouldn’t be in her office at that time, but had not left the infirmary because a meeting had gone longer than expected. She normally would have been at the Lower School by the end of the lunch period, when Mr. Greenhill collapsed. Had he not fallen through the door, waited one more second to leave the gym, or if there had been no delays in the nurse’s schedule, it’s not certain how lucky Mr. Greenhill would have been. Only five percent of Hawaii residents survive cardiac arrest.
That’s not to say everything fell into place. The automatic electronic defibrillator (AED) in the nurse’s office was out of battery, as was the second in the P.E office. It was not until a third defibrillator was found that Mrs. Yonamine was able to successfully deliver the electrical shock. Mr. Greenhill says that only hours later, he woke up in the hospital as if nothing had happened. His quick recovery is a testament to his excellent health. Mr. Greenhill, who turned 53 on May 7, runs nine hard miles every week, lifts weights and swims laps three times per week, carefully avoids red meat, alcohol, and coffee, and drinks two to four liters of water per day. However, all of these merits leave room for another question. Why did it happen to him? A common misconception is that cardiac arrest and other heart-related problems only plague the unhealthy, but as we can see from this case, this is obviously not true. Earlier this year, two professional soccer players and an Olympic swimmer died from cardiac arrest. What separated those tragic instances from Mr. Greenhill’s was the quick response from nurse Yonamine, Mrs. Torres, Mr. Look, and trainer Louise
Farewell cartoon from Cordelia Xie ‘12, aka Godzilla Chan
Mr. Peter Greenhill credits the quick action of others, an available AED, and good fortune for his recovery from sudden cardiac arrest. Iris Kuo | Imua ‘Iolani Inafuku, who all saved Mr. Greenhill’s life. Has anything changed for Mr. Greenhill? Hardly. Doctors haven’t placed any restrictions on his already strict diet or rigorous exercise regimen. The only difference is a small defibrillator implanted near his collarbone that will correct any future
Students enjoy new wireless access By Alanna Simao
Editorials ---------------------------------------2-3 Sports ------------------------------------------- 4-5 Features ------------------------------------------6 A&E --------------------------------------------- 7 Goodbye ---------------------------------------- 8-9 College --------------------------------------- 10-11 Honors Day --------------------------------- 12-13 `Iolani Writes -------------------------------- 14-17 Senior Reflections --------------------------- 18-19 The Caboose ------------------------------------- 20
irregularities. However, he says he has gained an enormous insight and appreciation for all the factors that contributed to his safety, including Iolani’s outstanding CPR and AED program and the unfaltering support of the aforementioned people.
The campus has been a flurry of excitement as the end of the school year approaches and the tantalizing summer sits just out of reach as final projects and exams are underway. Adding to the already anxious energy surrounding the student body is the excitement for the many changes on campus next year. Some of the changes are already underway; seniors and juniors have been enjoying their newly acquired access to the school wireless network on their mobile devices. The wireless project actually started a couple summers ago when the faculty and staff began to realize that the nature and necessity of technology were changing and that the campus would need wireless Internet accessibility. At first, only administrators who needed it were given immediate wireless access. Soon, however, it became apparent that the bandwidth would need to expand, and the campus began to upgrade about a year ago. Wireless routers, some visible and some hidden, were added to classrooms and buildings until the entire campus was covered. The process was slow and somewhat costly as several hundred access points
were installed. Last December, Dean of Instruction Dr. Carey Inouye approached a few teachers and offered their students wireless access. Once they signed permission forms and obtained a parent signature, these students were allowed to use the network on their personal laptops and iPads. Once they had seen that these trials were successful, the administrators gave permission to all juniors and seniors. Next year, the wireless privilege will continue to extend to other high school students and possibly middle schoolers. According to Dr. Inouye, the expansion will be slow in order to ensure that the infrastructure can handle the massive influx of wireless users. This way, accommodations can be made as necessary to prevent the network from crashing. In addition to laptops and iPads, students will also be allowed to use their cell phones and iPods next year during their lunch and free periods. All technology must be turned off, however, during classes, chapel, and assemblies. The rules regarding technology will still be enforced, and rule-breakers will be disciplined on a case-by-case basis. It will
also be important to remember to be conscious of others when using the wireless network. The more people there are on the network at any given time, the slower it will be for everyone. Just like water, technology is a shared resource and must be used wisely. The advent of more accessible technology in the classroom will provide many opportunities for learning. Yet history teacher Mr. Russell Motter assures us that “technology won’t drive the curriculum.” Rather, it will be “invisible”, simply another tool in the classroom. With everyone able to access the Internet from anywhere on campus, all sorts of new possibilities will open up! Maybe the AP Biology students will be able to immediately graph their data as they perform experiments in the Ala Wai. Perhaps history students can do research in class to discover things for themselves instead of simply being lectured and music students can record their progress. Until then, we will continue to work towards these goals and expand our technological abilities. In the words of Doc Inouye, “It is important to recognize that there will be obstacles, but none that we cannot overcome.”
Opinion: Overreaction to Savage’s comments
By Maile Greenhill “Let’s talk about the Bible for a second.” These words and the ones that followed from Dan Savage would eventually lead to an uproar of both approval and total indignation from student journalists at the Seattle convention of the Journalism Education Association in April. Savage founded the “It Gets Better” project, a collection of YouTube videos that offer tender words of support for LGBT youths, who often are bullied or otherwise feel lost. His remarks, which included profanity, angered many who believed he attacked Christianity with the same contempt used by the bullies that he opposes. I was one of six ‘Iolani students from Imua `Iolani and Ka
Mo`olelo O `Iolani who attended the convention where Savage was a keynote speaker. The most notable effect of his words was a single group of about 30 students packing up and walking out. Since his speech, the JEA and its sister organization, the National Scholastic Press Association, along with Savage himself, have apologized towards those who were offended by his words. However, as I listened to Dan Savage talk of his chivalrous cause, I only heard words of reason and benevolence. Seeing those people walk out on his speech shocked me. I realized that they must be Christians, most likely from a Christian school. Later, I heard that they had taken offense at Savage’s profanity. But my peers and I perceived a deeper antagonism; the exiting students refused to listen to someone with an opposing point of view--a fairly inconvenient trait for aspiring journalists, if you ask me. Journalism is all about communication skills and using facts to support ideas. Reporters must talk to different types of people all the time to get the entire story. Refusing to acknowledge one side of the story destroys journalists’ credibility. In fact, all members of society need to expe-
rience opposing opinions so that we can use all points of view to make the best decisions. Listening to other people is how we learn about ourselves. The best way to live is with tolerance for all, knowing that, in the words of Thomas Jefferson, “Every difference of opinion is not a difference of principle.” A video of Savage’s comments on the Bible that day is up on YouTube. This excerpt lasts about three minutes, but his entire speech lasted an hour. In those 57 minutes where he wasn’t pointing out the flaws of the Bible, he spoke about the tragic suicides of children, gay or not gay, who were bullied by homophobic tyrants. He spoke of how he finally decided to initiate the “It Gets Better” project, and the difficulties of doing so. He spoke of his own trials as a gay teen, but most importantly, he spoke of how happy he is now, contentedly married with an adopted son. His message comes from his own reality. Savage’s speech made me realize how deadly bullying can be, and how simple words of compassion can make all the difference. The outcry against Savage’s speech focused on his condemnation of the Bible. Fox News re-
ferred to his words as a “tirade” against religion. But Savage asserted that the Bible is a book written by mortal men from millennia ago, and thus has obvious flaws. Savage’s remarks concerning the Bible were correct. There is nothing that can justify slavery. There is nothing that can justify stoning a woman on her wedding day. Likewise, there is nothing that can justify hatred towards someone for loving a certain person. Without a doubt, the Bible provides exceptional advice on how to conduct oneself as a moral member of society. Savage only sought to condemn the ethical red flags of the Bible, or as he put it, the “bull---- in the Bible.” The Golden Rule should be the basis for a Christian life, not wielding one’s Bible as a weapon of intolerance. The situation of gay teens who suffer from bullying is dire. Savage pointed out that most bullied teens, harassed not due to sexual orientation, but rather for their race or social status--go home to safe havens where they have someone to confide in. On the other hand, gay teens often go home to people who don’t understand what it is like to be singled out on the basis of sexual orienta-
tion. In fact, many gay teens have families who believe that there is something wrong with this person, their own sibling or child, for being gay. Many parents of gay teens send their child to rehab or try to “pray the gay away” in attempts to forcibly convert their child to what they believe is right. Those gay teens who resort to suicide have no one on their side, at school or in the home. Savage found a way to reach these youths through the Internet and give them a glimmer of hope. The “It Gets Better” project has demonstrated that, despite all the unwarranted hatred in the world, good people are willing to speak out. In the Q&A session after his speech, Savage was asked how he felt about people who walked out. Dan Savage smiled and said that he was glad that the auditorium was so big, so that the walkers were forced to listen to a large portion of his words before they reached the door. No matter how quickly you try to walk away from the truth, it will always find its way back to you. You can denounce the truth, demand that it apologize for existing, but the truth is like an outspoken gay man that swears a lot. It will never shut up.
Student representation: where do we draw the line?
By Maya Stevens At a place like `Iolani, we are home to a greatly diverse group of students. But, with the innate hierarchy that comes with simply being a student at a private high school, it is easy for the essence of ‘one team’ to be blurred when looking at students’ representation within the `Iolani administration. As an objective individual, I think that it’s important that all relevant opinions be heard in the making of any decision, especially one which directly affects my life. So, when I am assured by my administration that ‘all your concerns have been addressed,’ something doesn’t sit right with me. A few weeks ago in a junior class meeting during a drearily long homeroom period, I sat and listened to Director of Student
Activities Mr. Kirk Uejio (along with Director of Finance Glenn Ching and Headmaster Dr. Val Iwashita) tell me that a student representative group had been picked from my own class of 2013 to spearhead the accommodation of student concerns and questions about the up-andcoming Sullivan Center, due on campus in the fall of 2013. That was the first time that I had heard about the group, but not the first time I had heard about ad hoc student panels at `Iolani. Earlier in the year, another student group was selected to advise the `Iolani Board of Governors, faculty, and staff in picking the new Headmaster, and numerous other panels on things like the dress code, Assistant Headmaster Dr. Lily Driskill’s hiring, and cafeteria suggestions have formed in previous years. When I had first heard about this year’s group to pick the new Headmaster, I was slightly less taken aback; I acknowledged that some things are out of my control and dismissed its existence almost immediately. But, with the occurrence of the second of these seemingly nameless, faceless, and relatively elusive student organizations that would supposedly be voic-
ing my concerns, I began to think about how well I was actually being represented within my own school community. How could I be fairly represented when I wasn’t even aware of the fact that I was being represented? I began to doubt the fairness of these committees even further when I realized just how much I didn’t know about the student groups that were voicing my concerns for me. The junior group, as I learned, was a panel of about 25 juniors who asked the questions that they thought other juniors were most likely to ask about the Sullivan Center. They also came up with ideas for keeping the morale of the class of 2013 up during the upcoming school year. The administration, having heard the juniors’ questions and concerns, then addressed these points and concerns in the aforementioned class meeting. While they were, in the words of Mr. U, “just a sounding board,” I was still disappointed and relatively upset about the lack of information I held until writing this editorial. First, I didn’t even know how these groups were formed. I eventually found out that Mr. U picks students who he believed to be
“leaders, who care, have influence in their class, and are from diverse groups” to form these committees. Oftentimes, he says, these students happen to be Senior Prefects or those in student government, as he knows them to personally possess these qualities. Second, how did the administration decide what needed to be ‘advised’ by students? Surely, everything that happens on campus doesn’t need its own student advisory board and has varying levels of importance, so how important does something have to be in order for it to form a student board? Given the hype about `Iolani’s 150th anniversary next school year, it is impossible to tell what else will need a separate group for student input. I still think that it is extremely important that these kinds of groups exist within our school community, even if it is ultimately impractical for every single student voice to be heard on a given matter and if these groups don’t have the final say. However, my biggest qualm about these groups is the fact that I didn’t know they existed right off the bat. From what I gathered at the meeting, the group seemed like ancient history. As far as I knew, they were dissolved and
had already finished their advisory process. There has been no direct announcement from the administration to the student body (or at least, between the administration and me specifically) about these kinds of things, and it makes me uneasy. Even if I am at the very bottom of the information chain at this school, it doesn’t mean that I am not entitled to and wouldn’t like to know certain information that should have been given out to everyone, regardless of what I think about it. I would have been much more comfortable and this editorial probably wouldn’t have been written if I was at least notified of their existence beforehand, or if placements to be on this board were open to the entire student body or anyone who had something to say. If that were the case, even if student response had been underwhelming, I would console myself with the fact that at least it was open to everyone. However, the fact that I was completely aware that voices were being heard behind closed doors is telling of the lapses in communication between administrator and student about matters I should have known about from the beginning.
Maile Greenhill ‘13 and Maya Stevens ‘13 are Editors-in-Chief for Imua ‘Iolani and imuaonline.org for the 2012-2013 school year.
May 25, 2011
More than a few parts: is that all you are? By Jenna Watling
I was on the Internet a while back and I came across an article that threw me into a state of some conflict. Y’see, there’s a woman who shares my first name: Jenna Talackova. She was a Canadian contestant in the Miss Universe contest until it was discovered that she was transgender. Now, on the one hand, I disapprove of the Miss Universe contest and similar events. But, on the other hand, if women are going to participate in these events, they should be able to do so without discrimination. But before we go jumping feet first into a discussion of discrimination, let’s get some background information. Although the words are commonly used interchangeably, ‘sex’ and ‘gender’ do not have the same meanings. To be loose and easy, ‘sex’ applies to the body, and ‘gender’ applies to the mind. That’s an oversimplification, but it’s a starting point. In everyday speech, sex and gender can be and is used interchangeably because most of the time, a person’s sex and gender match. The adjective to describe such people is ‘cis.’ People whose sex and gender don’t match up are trans or transgender. (“Trans*” with an asterisk encompasses the meanings of “trans” and adds in other, complicated states of being, like agender, genderfluid, bi-gender…) A
transgender person may get surgery to make their sex match their gender, or they may not. Transgender is best used as an adjective, not a noun. If you think that talking about gays sounds weird, you should be able to understand why talking about transgenders is frowned upon. Now that we’re communicating in roughly the same language, I can discuss that discrimination I mentioned earlier. Discrimination against trans* people is a product of cissexism, the belief that the gender identities of trans people are “less valid than those of cis people.” Talackova claims that she was ejected from the competition because she is transgender, and she is being discriminated against. The contest organizers maintain that they intended no discrimination against Talackova. They say she lied in her application by claiming to be a “naturally born female,” and she was disqualified for lying, not for being transgender. However, a rule that stipulates that contestants must be naturally born women is inherently discriminatory. The phrase naturally born is a can of worms in itself. ‘Naturally born female’ implies that trans women are unnatural and less real than cis women. The important thing to keep in mind when talking about or to trans people is that they were born trans. Trans women like
Talackova are women and were born women. Many news articles published about Talackova describe her as “born a boy,” but that’s incorrect. Her doctors and parents decided she was a boy; therefore, she was male-assigned at birth. However, she always had a feminine gender. Talackova has identified as female since she was four. Today, she is legally female. Speaking as both a female and a Jenna, I’d also like to point out another offensive part of this whole business: the implication that womanhood is defined by that magical area above the knees and below the waist. Supposedly, society no longer considers women to be objects useful for both keeping a house clean and producing sons. Why, then, are we letting The Miss Universe Organization (a joint venture by NBC Universal and Donald J. Trump!) define who is and is not an acceptable woman? There is more to a woman than her reproductive system. A woman who gets a hysterectomy or a mastectomy is still a woman. A man who gets his testicles removed because of cancer is still a man. A human is an amalgamation of traits, not just a few parts.
Donald Trump has since overturned the ruling, but despite being able to compete, Talackova lost her bid to Miss Universe Canada.
Photo courtesy of the International Business Times Jenna Talackova, a transgendered beauty pageant participant, fell short of the title of Miss Universe but has earned a reputation as a civil rights activist
Where did the drive go? Thoughts on service By Cassie Busekrus ‘Iolani has been known to produce hard-working and dedicated young men and women for the work force. However, the lack of a go-getter attitude seems to plague our campus. ‘Iolani high school students are excellent contributors to society… when it will look good on college applications. In corridors and classrooms, statements like the following can often be heard: “Now that would look great on college apps!” “I just flunked my bio test. I got a B!” “I studied so much for that quiz. I cannot believe I got an A minus!” “I’m not going to take that history class, ‘cause it’s not that challenging and colleges might think I’m lazy.” And the grand finale, “It’s really good that you’re doing all that community service, because that’s exactly what colleges want to see!”
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It is time to redefine what it means to be a student at ‘Iolani. These conversations reinforce the average ‘Iolani student’s extreme dedication to academic success but also encourage the general idea that service should result in recognition. If we do community service solely to make applications more impressive, we lose our integrity and demean our character. With the 150th anniversary approaching, it is time to redefine what it means to be a student at ‘Iolani. At some point in one’s high school years, determination and passion for education seems to become warped into a drive for a flawless high school report card. We are driven to impress admissions boards rather than to satisfy a personal want to change the world, or establish a personal “best”. ObMatthew Callahan Ashley Cobile Cassie Busekrus Jaylene-Rose Lee
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session over PSAT and SAT scores, grade point averages and class rankings seem to plague the sparse free time of ‘Iolani students. So where did the drive go? Reinstating drive and renewing passion for learning can be established through volunteer work. How many ‘Iolani students actually attend community service events, or would, simply for the betterment of the community? Being privileged should not look like spending an entire Saturday in excessive studying, but in satisfying the need we all possess to do something good. As we close a school year and prepare to begin a new one, it is important to set goals outside the realm of being “Top Scholar” for six years. Putting effort now into something other than a grade is incredibly more satisfying than a letter printed on paper. Making good decisions in high school is not limited to avoiding bad decisions. A goal for next year should be to define yourself by what you do – not by what you don’t do. Adviser: Ms. Karin Swanson Imua 'Iolani accepts advertising submissions on a spaceavailable basis. The deadline for the next issue is Sept.. 17, 2012. The opinions herein expressed do not necessarily reflect the views of the administration, faculty, staff of 'Iolani School or the Imua 'Iolani.
A tale of two seasons: Soccer and baseball’s epic finales
Manchester City celebrates its first Premier League title in 44 years after a thrilling victory over Queens Park Rangers. Photo by ivan_yee courtesy of Flickr Creative Commons By Maile Greenhill
t’s the final game of the season; the ultimate showdown to determine your team’s fate. To add to the tension, a bitter rival is playing simultaneously, and that match will shape your destiny as well. These were the circumstances of two recent sports events: Manchester City’s astounding comeback in their final game of the 2011-2012 Premier League season, and the final day of the 2011 MLB season in which four thrilling games decided which two teams would continue into the postseason. The similarities between the Premier League and MLB situations are eerie. In both leagues, there existed a preposterous number of possible outcomes. In the Premier League, England’s professional soccer league, Manchester City had beat-
en rival Manchester United on April 30, so that both teams had a chance at the league championship near the season’s end. City had not won the title in 44 years, while United is the winningest teams in league history. On the final day, May 13, United was set to play Sunderland. Both City and United had a league record of 27-5-5, but City led on goal differential. For City to win the league, the outcome of their match against Queens Park Rangers would simply need to mirror that of United’s match. A few months back, on the other side of the pond, the craziness of the MLB’s final day on Sept. 28, 2011 had its origins in the beginning of that month. The Boston Red Sox entered the final month of the regular season with the best record in the American League, leading the AL
East by 1.5 games and the wild card race by a whopping nine games. Their chances of making the postseason were practically guaranteed. However, the Red Sox collapsed that September, posting a 7-19 record and allowing the New York Yankees to win the division. The Tampa Bay Rays were now in striking distance of Boston’s wild card chances. In the National League, the wild card was a toss-up between the St. Louis Cardinals and the Atlanta Braves. A week earlier, the Braves led the wild card race by 2.5 games, but the Cardinals would rally down the stretch. The fate of these four teams would be settled in game 162, the final game of the season.
n both the Premier League and MLB, the pivot-
al final games all occurred simultaneously. The officials of the Premier League even took extra care to ensure that each game was synchronized to the second. Three out of the four MLB games began at around 7 pm on the eastern coast, with the final one beginning just an hour later at 7 pm in Houston. In fact, the game in Houston between the Cardinals and the Houston Astros began after the other three games, yet finished before, due to rain delays and extra innings in the other matchups. This synchronicity allowed teams and fans to track games across the league --via radio, internet, or instadium scoreboards--while paying attention to their own games. This convoluted mess of competition only grew more hectic with numerous lead-changes and comebacks. In the Premier League, both Manchester United and Manchester City lead 1-0 at halftime. However, early in the second half, disaster struck for City, as QPR equalized after a misplayed header by a City defender. In the 66th minute, the world seemed to crash down upon the Sky Blues after QPR scored again to take a 2-1 lead and potentially deny City the league title. City, which now needed two goals to secure the title, launched attack after attack, but none found the goal. As City’s match entered stoppage time, the final whistle blew at Sunderland, and United had won. It was all up to City now. Miraculously, Edin Dzeko headed in a goal for City in the 92nd minute, reinvigorating the Sky Blues. With time winding down on City’s championship hopes, the impossible came alive. In the 94th minute, City striker Sergio Aguero maneuvered past a defender and fired the ball into the back of the net, setting off a celebration at Etihad Stadium 44 years in the making.
Rewind a few months, back to that fateful day in September baseball; Boston faced the Baltimore Orioles while Tampa Bay faced the Yankees. The Red Sox led the Orioles 3-2 as the Yankees led the Rays 7-0, almost confirming Boston’s place in the postseason. The Cardinals were about to win their game over the Astros, while Atlanta, with a slim lead over the Philadelphia Phillies, looked to force a one-game playoff against the Cardinals for the National League wild card. However, an improbable Orioles comeback, topped off by a walkoff line drive, won the game for Baltimore and left Boston’s fate in the hands of the Yankees. Boston needed the Yankees to win to force a one-game Boston-Tampa Bay playoff. Boston’s hopes were foiled as the Yankees allowed Tampa Bay a six-run eighth inning and the tying run in the ninth. Finally, mere minutes after the conclusion of the game in Baltimore, Tampa Bay’s Evan Longoria hit a walk-off home run in the 12th inning, shattering the hearts of Boston fans everywhere and propelling Tampa Bay into the postseason with the AL wild card. Meanwhile, in the PhilliesBraves matchup, Philadelphia tied it in the ninth and scored on a broken-bat hit in the 13th to take the game, 4-3, eliminating the Braves and advancing the Cardinals. So ended one of the craziest single days in baseball history. The chaos of the Premier League championship less than two weeks ago bore an uncanny resemblance to game 162 of last year’s MLB season. To follow sports is to accept the bombardment of elation and despair that comes with it, and the final days of the Premier League and MLB season are sure to give even the most level-headed fan a serious case of sporting whiplash.
To our beloved readers...A Letter from the Editors To our beloved readers, For the last two years, being the sports editors has given us countless moments of glory and frustration, and no event embodies our time on the job more than the ‘Iolani Classic. There were always the little things that annoyed us like sitting on those stone-hard bleachers for a total of 27 hours, short breaks that barely gave us time to scarf down a chili bowl, and having to use Stone Age-era MacBooks. But a few spectacular moments made the stress and hard work worthwhile. The photo on the right, showing off Justin Anderson’s ferocious dunk over six huddled children, reminds us that our job has left us with many rewarding experiences. In our time as sports editors, the two of us have covered thrilling, down-to-the-wire games and heartbreaking championship losses. Despite having to put up with near collisions with players, cryptically spelled player-names, and teams with jersey numbers the same color as their jerseys, we’ve enjoyed every moment covering Raider sports. Sadly, we will be leaving our posts as co-sports editors following this school year. Guthrie will be attending Georgetown University in the fall and will become both a full-time Hoya fanatic and devout Green Bay Packers fan. Maile will be moving to the co-editor-in-chief position for her senior year but will continue to express her undying love for the Seattle Mariners. Thank you to the players, coaches, and athletic directors for making our job possible. And to our readers, thank you for sticking with us. Stay classy, Raider Nation. Yours truly, Guthrie and Maile
Guthrie Angeles | Imua ‘Iolani
May 25, 2012
Track and field sets records at states
By Maile Greenhill `Iolani dashed to success in the state track and field championship at Ke`eau High School on the Big Island, claiming multiple individual titles, a few of them record-breaking. The girls team amassed 54 total points, good for state runner-up. Senior Breanne Ball, a Texas Christian University track and field commit, took the 800-meter title with a time of 2:13.03, edging a state record of 2:13.23 set by a member of Punahou’s 1998 girls team. The girls 4x400-meter relay team comprised of Ball, Alyssa Kim ‘13, Abrianna Johnson-Edwards ‘13, and Kama Pascua ‘13 finished first with a time of 3:57.47,
beating out another Punahou state record of 4:0.08 set just last season. Overall, the girls team clinched six top-five results, while the boys ran for two. In the girls 200-meter hurdles, Johnson-Edwards earned first as Lindsey Combs ‘15 finished just a few places behind her for fifth. Johnson-Edwards also finished second in the girls 100-meter hurdles. The girls found another firstplace finish in Lauren Arakawa ‘12 who leapt to the high jump title. Elizabeth Vaea ‘14 earned fourth place in the girls discus throw. In the boys competition, Adan Overcash ‘13 finished third in the 800-meter run, while David Clarke ‘13 took fourth in the 1500-meter run.
At right Breanne Ball ‘12 set a new state record. Photo courtesy of Hawaii Tribune-Herald
2011-12 Final Sports Standings State Champions Football Girls Golf
FALL Boys Bowling 1st Place ILH Girls Bowling 4th Place ILH Boys Cross Country 2nd Place ILH, 3rd Place State Girls Cross Country 3rd Place ILH, 4th Place State Football 1st Place ILH, 1st Place State Girls Volleyball 3rd Place ILH Boys Water Polo 2nd Place ILH Cheerleading 4th Place ILH WINTER Boys Basketball 4th Place ILH Girls Basketball 1st Place ILH, 2nd Place State
State Runners-Up Girls Basketball Girls Soccer Boys Golf Boys Tennis Girls Tennis
ILH Champions Boys Bowling Football Girls Basketball Girls Swimming
ILH Runners-Up Boys Cross Country Boys Water Polo Boys Soccer Girls Soccer Boys Tennis Girls Tennis Girls Track and Field
Boys Paddling 8th Place ILH
Girls Golf 1st Place ILH, 1st Place State
Girls Paddling 5th Place ILH
Boys Judo 5th Place ILH, 4th Place State
Boys Soccer 2nd Place ILH, 3rd Place State
Girls Judo 4th Place ILH, 17th Place State
Girls Soccer 2nd Place ILH, 2nd Place State
Sailing 3rd Place ILH
Boys Swimming 3rd Place ILH, 5th Place State
Softball 4th Place ILH
Girls Swimming 1st Place ILH, 3rd Place State
Boys Tennis 2nd Place ILH, 2nd Place State
Boys Wrestling 4th Place ILH, 6th Place State
Girls Tennis 2nd Place ILH, 2nd Place State
Girls Wrestling 4th Place ILH, 29th Place State
Boys Track and Field 4th Place ILH
SPRING Baseball 5th Place ILH
Girls Track and Field 2nd Place ILH, 2nd Place State
Boys Golf 3rd Place ILH, 2nd Place State
Boys Volleyball 3rd Place ILH Girls Water Polo 3rd Place ILH
Iobotics VEX’s Global Getaway By Max Wei
Ayumi Tachida | Imua ‘Iolani The ESL classroom will close its doors for the final time this summer.
Adios, arigato to ESL By David Pang
“Things are only precious because they end.” This could not be more true than for the Iolani ESL program. The ESL (English as a Second Language) program has been around for 22 years and has helped over 150 students that have passed through Iolani. However, due to economic difficulties, the ESL program at Iolani will end at the end of the 2011-2012 school year. Ms. Johanna Guth, founder and the part-time remaining teacher of the ESL program, says, ““I have cherished the professional and personal opportunity of teaching at this school of excellence. Because our ESL students have come from a variety of cultural and linguistic backgrounds, they have added a unique texture and vibrancy
to the `Iolani School tapestry.” Ms. Guth will not be returning to ‘Iolani next year, joining 12 other members of the faculty who will bid farewell. The ESL program had its roots in 1990 when then-Headmaster Reverend David Coon wanted to provide opportunities for young people from other countries and to offer quality education for them. Located across from the Kindergarten classrooms in room B-3, the ESL program meets periods 3, 4, and 5 every day. The ESL program is generally for students ranging from Kindergarten to eighth grade. The program includes individualized help with the students core classes such as Science and English in which students are expected to have difficulty. Academic vocabulary and concepts are introduced along with other impor-
tant ideas that help many ESL students keep up with the rigor of Iolani’s academic courses. One ESL graduate is Anna Imai who came here from Tokyo when she was 3 years old. She remembers having lunch with Mrs. Guth and sometimes brought her friends. “We would meet in her room. It was a safe environment.” Although the ESL program will be phased out by the end of this summer, its legacy at this school will remain. Students will not forget the preparation they received from Ms. Guth in Lower School and Mrs. Hanlon, the previous Middle School ESL teacher. The teachers will not forget them either. Ms. Guth says, “I will cherish [the many memories] as I leave campus this summer and lock the ESL classroom door for the last time.”
As the `Iolani Fair Global Getaway commenced, the Iobotics VEX Teams 2438A and B had their own Global Getaway at the VEX Worlds Championship from April 18-21 in Anaheim, California, where they took on the top 98 of about 4000 teams internationally. The teams attending Worlds included seniors Michael Dang, Tim Ho, and Erin Main, junior Blake Tsuzaki, sophomores Courtney Otani and Rachael Ridao, and 7th graders Donna Noda, Jane Pak, Shae Stevens, and Leah Toma. Team 2438A’s drive team consisted of Main, Otani, and Ridao, while Team 2438B’s drive team consisted of Dang, Ho, and Pak. The `Iolani group’s fourth consecutive attendance at VEX Worlds is a remarkable feat. In competitions, robots contructed from VEX kits and pieces by middle and high school students are remotely controlled to accomplish a task within a 12-foot by 12-foot mat. Four teams are on the mat at any given time, with two teams in each alliance. This year’s challenge was called “Gateway”, in which teams competed to lift and sort balls and barrels of their team color into cylindrical goals varying in height. ‘Iolani’s VEX Teams performed fairly strongly – 2438A
got to the quarterfinals, allied with The Fuse of Colorado and Alehsaa Robots of Saudi Arabia. 2438B was undefeated in seeding rounds, but unfortunately was not chosen for a finals alliance. “It was a great experience to learn from and see the world,” said Courtney Otani said. Erin Main added, “It was a great experience because you get to meet and work with people from around the world – we were allied with teams from Puerto Rico and Singapore and got many new ideas!” Innovation was key to Iobotics’ success. Tim Ho said, “The biggest attraction of the robot was the planetary gear shift; kudos to Blake for that.” A planetary gear shift produces higher torque in a smaller space, and more torque means more efficient lifting, especially important in this year’s task. The mechanism greatly impressed the judges because very few teams successfully incorporated it into their bots. VEX Worlds marks the end of the season, which runs from late summer throughout the school year. Erin Main said, “The VEX team had a really good year – lots of student participation and innovation.” Ho also ended on a high note, “World Championships was pretty good as usual, and the teams did well!”
Learning to thrive outside the classroom By Cassie Busekrus
Where are the home economics electives on campus? Why don’t Life Skills classes extend past ninth grade? Students are taught to be successful and hardworking, but it is time that we are taught how to be people. Many students feel that ‘Iolani provides academic security and preparation for the business world, but very few feel prepared for the real world. Luckily, ‘Iolani reels back alumni to solve the neglect of basic life skills education on campus. Two years ago, Dr. Peter Webb recognized the need for a class to, in Ms. Alison Ishii’s words, “counterbalance Senioritis.” Thus, Ms. Ishii and Mr. Kirk Uejio created a class called “4 The Good” to teach seniors basic life skills in their quest for self-reliance. The class is offered to seniors on Mondays, Wednesdays, and
Fridays, in period 4 of fourth quarter, and the time is a small sacrifice in exchange for crucial knowledge. Mr. Uejio mentioned that the class has not only benefited the students but broadened his own horizons as well. “I personally have learned a TON from Ms. Ishii, because [before the class] I didn’t know how to cook, bake, or sew.” Over the past two years, 4 The Good has participated in fun and beneficial activities, including baking a cake for the fire department. Mr. Uejio adds that the best part of that was sliding down the fire pole when they delivered it! Other recent activities in the class included sewing hearts for hospitalized children, teaching a senior how to ride a bike, cooking in a rice cooker, and financial management skills. Furthermore, the course includes first aid, travel safety tips, cleaning, home remedies, random acts of kindness, how
to change a tire and use jumper cables, and other basic necessities for seniors about to enter the real world. This ‘Iolani rendition of College Survival 101 is an enjoyable way to spend a free. “It’s a very fun class. We laugh a lot. All of our students are super smart kids but maybe they don’t know how to do simple things like take care of a car, do laundry, or cook a basic meal,” said Ms. Ishii. She adds that while ‘Iolani prepared her well for the real world with time management and studying skills, she could have benefited from a course like 4 The Good. The fact that ‘Iolani students give up a free to participate, “shows that our students have a passion for learning…not only the traditional subjects, but just about life in general,” Mr. Uejio said. Next year, plans for the class include trying and teaching new things to keep it fresh.
Jaime Rosenberg | Imua ‘Iolani Austin Barnes (‘06) and Kendall Tacon (‘12) teach Jen Rasay (‘12) to ride a bike.
“[Overall], the goal is to get our students to be more aware of others, gain basic skills that will help them after ‘Iolani, and of course, to have fun in a positive environment,” said Ms. Ishii.
Rising seniors with a pd. 4 free next year and are at risk of contracting Senioritis in the fourth quarter or clueless regarding college survival skills, join the 4 The Good class for enjoyment and enlightenment!
Arts & Entertainment
May 25, 2012
The Descendants: an insight into ‘paradise’ By Matthew Callahan With summer just a few short weeks away, students may want to invest some time both in reading the novel The Descendants as well as watching its movie adaptation, starring George Clooney as Matt King, now available on DVD.
Book Review In Kaui Hart Hemmings’ 2007 debut novel The Descendants, the role and value of family is examined in today’s work-oriented society. Matt King, a workaholic, must suddenly take on his previously neglected role as parent when his wife goes into a coma after a boating accident. The situation only becomes worse when Matt finds out from his daughter that his wife was cheating on him. Thus begins the wild journey of Matt and his two daughters, the older of whom, Alex, is a recovering drug user and the younger, Scottie, a disturbed bully. As the idyllic paradise of Hawaii is juxtaposed with the King family’s hellish situation, a flurry of emotions rises off the pages. Besides the fact that his unfaithful wife is in a coma, Matt must also deal with the difficult decision of choosing what to do with the large trust of land that he inherited as a result of his Hawaiian lineage. Ironically, Matt’s two rebellious hellraising daughters prove to be as much of a support system for him as he is for them,
bringing the family closer together than it ever has been before. Through their wild journey, the King family soon learns that a family is not a thing, but a type of love and interdependence that transcends and overcomes all obstacles. This must read book will have you laughing one page and crying the next as the wry expletive—filled humor of the King family interjects the grim tragedy they are dealing with. The Hawaiian setting makes the novel all the more relevant to those of us at `Iolani. I found myself looking up from my book and out my own window at the Ko`olau mountains just as Matt King does. His two private-school educated daughters are easy to relate to as well and make the book all the more interesting for ‘Iolani students. Reading The Descendants was an interesting and exciting experience as I wasn’t reading about just any luscious island paradise, but about my home. This book is a must-read for all `Iolani students and anyone who sits down to read this stellar book will be glad they did.
“The Descendents “ was shot on location in Hawaii. Viewers will recognize many local landmarks.
Author Profile Kaui Hart Hemmings grew up in Hawaii and is a current resident of Kailua. She was nice enough to take the time to answer some questions for Imua ‘Iolani and discuss her life as a published author. The author is the stepdaughter of Fred Hemmings, a former pro-surfer, congressman, and senator. She found her love for English at Punahou School, saying, “It wasn’t easy for me, yet it was my favorite class. I loved to read and discuss books, and once I started writing essays I found that I enjoyed it.” Hemmings has degrees from Colorado and Sarah Lawrence College and additionally obtained a Wallace Stegner fellowship to Stanford University. The Descendants is an expansion of one of Hemmings’ short stories, “The Minor Wars,” which was first published in her collection of short stories entitled “House of Thieves.” When asked how long it took her to write The Descendants, she replied, “I’d say once I found the topic and found the voice it took about six months, but there was a lot of prewriting before it all came out. Once I found a rhythm I wrote whenever I could, but my schedule was dictated by my newborn daughter.” Academy-Award Winning director Alexander Payne noticed her book, and asked to make it into a movie. Hemmings agreed and production quickly moved along. An obvious difference between the book and the movie is that in the book, Matt King’s wife is named Joanie, while in the movie her name is Elizabeth. Hemmings said the reason for this difference was simply that Payne felt that she was an Elizabeth and not a Joanie. One interesting fact about
the movie is that Hemmings makes multiple appearances and had a speaking role created specifically for her as Matt King’s secretary. Aside from herself, Hemmings’ mother, husband, daughter, and some friends also appeared in the movie. Hemmings said that she spent quite a bit of time on the set, remembering the really good food there. While there, she helped with aspects of film production including writing the script, casting, and picking locations. The movie received so much critical acclaim that Hemmings even got to attend the Oscars. While much of us may think it would be a chance to rub shoulders with lots of celebrities, Hemmings jokingly stated that she sat next to “some old guy who slept for part of it.” Notably, director Alexander Payne specifically mentioned Hemmings in his thank-you speech after the The Descendants won the Academy Award for Best Adapted Screenplay. Hemmings also described how it felt to reread her book and watch the movie. “I read my book back during the editing process in 2006. I recently picked it up again because of all the interviews I felt I should get to know it again. I liked it, a relief,” she said. “I saw early versions of the movie then saw final version at Hawaii Film Fest, L.A Premiere and then I took my daughter to it.” For the readers who were left wondering what’s next for the King family, they’ll have to rely on their imagination. With no intention of continuing their story, Hemmings said, “No plans for a sequel. I feel like I left them in a good place.”
-The Descendants is ranked the all-time fourth for box office openings for movies based in Hawaii. -George Clooney won best actor at the Golden Globes and Critic’s Choice Movie Awards for his role as Matt King, and Alexander Payne won the Academy Award for Best Adapted Screenplay. -The Descendants by Kaui Hart Hemmings $12.99 (paperback) -The Descendants DVD $19.99
‘The Avengers’ battles its way to the top By Maile Greenhill May 4th is typically (and somewhat cheesily) known as Star Wars Day, as in “May the Fourth be with you.” However, this past May 4th was Avengers Day to many, for it marked the grand opening of the long-awaited superhero action movie “The Avengers.” The film broke the record for highest opening-weekend gross with $207.4 million, and so far has made over $1 billion. It has already risen to become the 10th highest-grossing film of all time, worldwide, and has only been out for three weeks. Rottentomatoes.com, the movie rating site, gives “The Avengers” an astounding 93. In this Marvel Universe film, Nick Fury, leader of the covert military organization S.H.I.E.L.D. (Supreme Headquarters International Espionage Law-enforcement Division), must assemble a team of superheroes to combat the super-villain Loki, the Norse god of mischief from the planet Asgard and adoptive brother of the hero Thor. Loki comes to Earth to steal the mythical Tesseract, a cosmic cube of unlimited power, so that his extraterrestrial army can turn Earth into his own kingdom. A team of superheroes known as the Avengers, composed of Iron Man, Captain America, the Hulk, Thor, Black Widow, and Hawkeye, must set their own egos aside to come together against such a formidable threat. The movie definitely satisfies one’s craving for action scenes; in fact, one of the few flaws of the film is that a dynamic scene on S.H.I.E.L.D.’s massive flying aircraft carrier known as the Helicarrier drags on a bit too long. The He-
licarrier scene and the final battle in New York City are the two main action sequences of the film. The movie is offered in 3D and 2D, but there are not enough instances of objects jumping out of the screen to make up for the five extra dollars and post-3D headache. Initially, the story focuses on the
Marvel’s “The Avengers” premiered in theatres on Friday, May 4. conflicting values of the different heroes, especially those of Tony Stark, the arrogant genius behind the Iron Man suit, and Steve Rogers, Captain America’s alter ego. The movie also closely follows Bruce Banner and his struggle to control the Hulk within him, which threatens to emerge when-
ever Banner becomes agitated. Amidst such intense issues, the film contains a surprising amount of humor; during any particular action scene, a single funny line or gesture would have the whole theater laughing uproariously, and offered respite from the crazy stunts and maneuvers. “The Avengers” features an ensemble cast, with Robert Downey, Jr. as Iron Man, Chris Evans as Captain America, Mark Ruffalo as the Hulk, Chris Hemsworth as Thor, Scarlett Johansson as Black Widow, and Jeremy Renner as Hawkeye, with Samuel L. Jackson as Nick Fury. Marvel has been setting up for “The Avengers” for some time now, as Iron Man, Captain America, the Hulk, and Thor each had their own films. Black Widow made a cameo in “Iron Man 2,” while Hawkeye received less than a minute of screen time in “Thor.” There is no real need to watch an extra ten hours of film leading up to “The Avengers,” but watching “Captain America: The First Avenger” would clarify the origins of the Tesseract, and it would be interesting to see the contrast between the resentful Loki of “Thor” and the hostile Loki of “The Avengers.” Loki, played by Tom Hiddleston, is a fascinatingly complex villain; he is not simply evil for evil’s sake, but rather is driven by an intense jealousy of his brother Thor and a desire for respect. Moviegoers averse to action should stay away from “The Avengers.” Anyone going to see the film should note that they are paying to see a superhero movie, and they most certainly get a fantastic superhero movie. The compelling action of “The Avengers” shapes the story into a comic book epic, while its lighthearted banter throughout simply makes it an enjoyable experience.
2012 Bids. . . Mrs. Sandi Fo,
Taught Kindergarten for 22 years What is the thing you will miss most about ‘Iolani? Mrs Fo says that “ ‘Iolani has been a very important part of my life during the past 20 + years.” She has appreciated being part of a community of caring people who feel proud of their school and who work hard together to make “`Iolani no ka `oi”. She will miss the daily contact with friends which include co-workers, students, and parents and their smiles, waves, hugs, hellos, and conversations.
Dr. Lily Driskill, Assisant Headmaster for 6 years What is an interesting/funny moment you’ve had at Iolani? Dr Driskill enjoyed interviewing prospective 7th graders. In response to the question, “If you could have lunch with anyone, who would you choose and why?” One youngster said, “Santa Claus”. Another said, “Frankenstein,” when he really meant Einstein. ‘It is so easy to confuse those ‘steins.”’ What is one big contribution you are proud of concerning Iolani? “An increased focus on community service and service-learning, especially thanks to Dr. Iwashita’s decision to create a Community Service and Service-Learning Coordinator position and hire Coach Allison Ishii to fill it.”
The world is a classroom; the test is what you do with your life.” “
What is the thing you will miss LEAST about Iolani? “I am so happy that I won’t have to write any more report cards!”
Mrs. Mary Jo Segawa Taught 1st Grade for 40 years
What is an interesting/funny moment you’ve had at ‘Iolani? Mrs Fo remembers a girl mistakenly changing into a classmate’s swimsuit because it was in the same kind of bag as hers. It happened that the swimsuit that she had changed into was a boy’s swimsuit, and it was also too big for her! Still, she obediently wore it, thinking that’s what her mom had packed for her. The mistake was only discovered when the boy looked into her bag that remained on the counter and said, “Why do I have to wear her swim suit?” Another funny and memorable moment happened more than 20 years ago while she was teaching with Mrs. Derby. While sitting on a sand chair in the classroom, the sand chair collapsed. There she was, sprawled on the floor with my legs in the air, and the children were surrounding me with their mouths hanging in surprise. Mrs. Derby said, “Look at Mrs. Fo kicking back!”
What will you do in retirement? Mrs. Sagawa plans to be a caregiver for her family and travel to places such as Seattle and Korea. She plans to spend more time with the non-profit group she chair called Good Bears of the World, Aloha Den. “We are people interested in spreading the good bear word of bringing comfort and solace to children and adults by giving them a teddy bear or stuffed animal. Everyone shares a love of teddy bears” she says. What are some funny moment you’ve had at Iolani? Mrs. Sagawa loves “all the funny things kids say that make no sense!” Once, a boy and three girls were together and the girls were talking wearing dresses and the boy said, “me too!” but he really meant “dressing up” rather than wearing a dress.
Dont dip into other people’s bucket but be a bucket filler.” “
“Teach from the heart, not from the book.”
Mrs. Brigitte Visser
Mrs. Jessie Marshall
Taught Math for 22 years
Taught English for 2 years What will you miss most about Iolani? “Ridiculously cheap breakfasts, rainy days witheveryone is running around with notebooks over their heads, the wind tunnel on the way to C-Lab, the sugar rush of a 7th-grade cess. And the kids.”
For more on Mrs. Guth and the ESL program,go to pg. 6
What will you miss least about Iolani? Mrs. Marshall will NOT miss“getting up at dawn, seeing that it’s going to be a beautiful day, and then spending 8-12 hours in a classroom that has very loud air conditioning.” She swears that the air conditioner has taken years off her life. “Fortunately, I learned that if I floss regularly, I can add those years back on.” What are your plans after Iolani? I will produce a series of critically-acclaimed novels, one of which will be made into a movie directed by David Fincher and starring Ryan Gosling. After that, my novels will shoot to the top of the best-seller list, and I’ll spend several years glamming it up with the urban intelligensia and the glittering literati. What inspired you to perform at Faculty Follies and will you pursue your musical career after Iolani? “My inspiration, as always, was an undying need for attention. I would love to cut an album--my current idea is “Songs for Books,” in which each song tells the story of a great piece of literature”
Mo’ money, mo’ problems
What will you miss most about ‘Iolani? What I will miss the most about Iolani is the interaction with my great colleagues and the kind and eager students I had the pleasure of teaching over the past 22 years. What will you miss least? Mrs Visser will least miss “getting up in the dark every morning, being stuck in traffic twice a day, facing endless paperwork and always feeling like there need to be twice as many hours in the day to get it all done.” How many digits of pi do you know? “Digits of pi? Let’s see... 3.14... are there more?”
Never give up, especially when the going gets tough. Most things that are worthwhile getting take hard work.” “
May 25, 2012
Mrs. Annette Matsumoto Taught Mathematics for 12 years
What is the thing you will miss most about Iolani? “The people--everyone affiliated with ‘Iolani--students, faculty, staff and administrators, parents.” An close second are “the delicious lunches, especially Mochiko chicken!” What is the thing you will miss LEAST about Iolani Writing quarter comments because I never seem to start on them early enough and have to spend a weekend doing them. Why do you like teaching math (at Iolani)? Mrs. Matsumoto enjoys teaching mathematics because “it’s wonderful to see students experience that ‘AHA!’ feeling when they see a pattern or a pathway to solve a problem.” She’s also experienced “AHA’s” whenever a student comes up with different ways to solve a problem or another reasonable solution. What is an interesting/funny moment you’ve had at Iolani? “A student has gotten so excited about showing what he noticed that he began to write on the overhead screen. It has actually happened twice. Fortunately, in both cases, other students yelled out to stop so very little damage was done. That’s enthusiasm!”
Farewell Page 9 Mrs. Karen Swain Taught English for 2 years What is the thing you will miss most about Iolani?
I will miss the friendly, diligent students who impress me every single day with their desire to have bright futures but who manage to balance that with humor, creativity and kindness. I also think ‘Iolani’s English department is the best I’ve ever had the honor of getting to know, and I appreciate that you took a chance on me. What is the thing you will miss LEAST about Iolani? Keables codes...(just kidding). No, that’s hard to answer. If forced, I would say the lack of natural light in W-207, although I’m grateful to Ms. Stewart-Ito for letting me use her classroom. What do you plan to do after you leave Iolani? We are moving to Minneapolis. My family is also planning to adopt a shelter dog. My oldest son, who is going away to college, had requested that we name the dog after him. I might not do that, because I think the name Bartleby might be better. (Am. Lit. students will understand the reference.)
“A hui ho”
Mr. Jeffrey Moses Taught History for 40 years
“Today is the first day of the rest of your life”
Captain Thomas Miller Taught History for 19 years, Headmaster for 3 years What is your favorite part about ‘Iolani? “The enthusiasm, potential, and excitement, of my students is the best part of my job,” said Captain Miller. Captain Miller also loves his kids’ “ambition, sense of goodness, and honesty.” Who is your favorite historical figure? “Abraham Lincoln because he may have been the only person who could have been elected president that would actually fight the Civil War to it’s conclusion.” “If you don’t understand the Civil War, you don’t understand the history of this country,” Captain Miller said.
What will you miss most? Mr Moses will miss “The ‘Iolani Ohana: the faculty, students, alumni” What will you miss least? “Correcting tests and papers, especially papers” He says the hard part about Iolani is the daily routine of tests and quizzes. What will you do in retirement? “Surfing and traveling. Mr. Moses’s list of places to go? Vegas and Disneyworld in Florida. Who are the teacher’s you have taught during your time here? Mr. Monaco (both of them!). “Mr. Kam Monaco was my BEST Hawaiian Histoy student.” Mr. Uejio, Mr. Milks (as a soccer player). Mr. Chun, Mr. Doi, Mr. Suzuki, Mr. Cropsey, Mrs. Yonashiro.
Ms. Elizabeth Maddox Taught Music for 6 years
What will you miss most about ‘Iolani?
Mrs. Jane Heimerdinger
Ms. Maddox will miss “The students definitely. They’re just wonderful.” She will also miss the supportive faculty, especially Mrs. Hicks and the “lots of jokes between us.”
Director of Institutional Advancement since 1998, K-6 Supervisor before this in 1991 and a Kindergarten teacher when she first arrived in 1985 (total of 22 years)
What is your favorite instrument to play and why?
Have you ever wanted to teach science like Mr. H? Mrs. Heimerdinger feels like she does teach science because Mr. Heimerdinger “tests” all his experiments in their kitchen at home. “I get to watch him mix stuff and he asks me to hold things, light the matches, test tastethe “concoction,” ...I feel like we are the Mr. & Mrs. Wizard team.” What are the things you will miss least about `Iolani? Mrs. Heimerdinger will not miss the sticky pods on Convention Drive.
Every situation or problem brings a wonderful oppurtunity...but, you must listen carefully, think clearly, and act bravely to find that opportunity.
Nothing is impossible. The word itself says I’m Possible
Farewell. . .
Ms. Maddox loves to play the piano and “playing” her voice. She said that is is the personal way she expresses herself.
Plus Dr. Iwashita :) Compiled by David Pang
Class of 2012
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The Ole’ Man Second Place Short Story 11-12
is large hands rhythmically knead the homemade dough. Flour dances off the counter and wafts gracefully onto his strong discolored arms. Adding nuts and raisins, he gently lays the damp cloth over the perfect oval shaped blob of dough and sets it aside to rise. He wipes the sweat from his forehead, unconsciously covering his furry ungroomed grey eyebrows in powder. The way the wrinkles around his bright eyes smile never fails to put a reciprocal smile on my face.
randpa walks four miles every morning as a way to stay healthy. I like to accompany him on his daily walks because we debate many topics while he exercises like the war in Afghanistan to who will be our next President. He answers every question I throw at him with another question. He is my six-foot, 81 year old, wrinkly Russian grandpa. His brain is an almanac,
‘Iolani Writes by Alexis Devens ‘12
encyclopedia, and dictionary. He has the instant recall of a Google search. Aged books line the wooden shelf under his living room window. I seldom take the liberty of opening up any books, but occasionally, Grandpa and I will plop onto the couch as he shows me his favorite sections of a particular volume. n a good day, Grandpa will make his famous cinnamon and raisin rolls, and I make the thick, vanilla frosting. The cinnamon raisin roll is a metaphor for our relationship: we compliment each other. Kneading the dough, he adds the raisins and cinnamon. I scoop the powdered sugar over melted butter and warm milk and add a teaspoon of vanilla extract giving the icing a sweet taste.
s the dough completes its first rise, we talk about anything and everything: college sports teams, politicians, the government and how he needs to change out his lima bean green shag carpet. Each time Grandpa and I debate
over random topics, I am stunned by his extensive knowledge. He has made me realize how important education is and how fortunate I am to have attended a prestigious college preparatory school. still hang out with Grandpa almost every weekend. He cooks breakfast for our family and at other times we sit together on the sidelines of my sister’s soccer games. Last Saturday as we watched my sister score her first goal, he told me the history of the telegraph and how to spot the poisonous wild mushrooms growing on the soccer field. Every time I walk into Starbucks and eye the cinnamon roll, I am reminded of Grandpa’s messy kitchen covered with flour and the memories of our time together. I realize how our family bond has evolved into an everlasting cinnamon roll.
Rainforest I leap from leaf to leaf and pause wobbling up and down on a blade soaked with green that fans out to the hidden horizon. My red chili pepper skin catches drops from the blanketing canopy above. Plop. Friendly tunes are composed by my feathered predators. By my side is a great flower with bright yellow petals like the blaze of the sun itself. It glows against the pale green leaves behind it. A bead of rain slips down its stem. The clean aroma of rain and wet earth soon fades from the air like a droplet of water vaporizes from the droughty desert. The once dewy taste of home phases into intoxicating black clouds. I frantically hop onto the quickly dying shades of green. But the clouds are everywhere. I cannot escape. This surely is not my home, So where is my home?
An Image to the Past by Jacob Baba Second Place Short Story 11-12 He looked exactly like my best friend. In the ocean, I could not tell the difference. I never did work up the courage to talk to this stranger, perhaps because the similarities shocked me. In between the sets, I silently stared at this look-alike wondering whether his similarity was only coincidence, or a sign from God. As he sat on his board as white as a cloud, his upper body floated on the surface of the cool waters that glittered from the warming sun above. He sat staring out to sea as if he possessed a supernatural knowledge of the ocean and her waves. His isolation and solitude only intensified his serious glance. An unrestricted determination shone on his rough face. His jutting chin, large lips and protruding nose were novelties, but his stern countenance reminded me of the original. His matted curls, a darkened brunette, compacted themselves to the outline of his head and blended into his lightly darkened skin. Clearly muscular, his arms, back and neck tensed in the December breeze. Sensing a wave approaching, he lay down on his cloud and paddled out towards the horizon. I followed. In unison, we made our way towards the dark hump that appeared in front of us. As he sped out ahead, his hands seemed to move the ocean and control its tides. His gaze morphed the wave into a beautiful left that angled into a solid wall of water. Gaining position on me, he turned around and prepared to take off. The seriousness that had enveloped his countenance was completely gone. He surveyed his surroundings with his mouth slightly agape. Sensing it was his wave, his wide and focused eyes glanced back as his head was cocked to the left. As the wave caught up to him, he took his last stroke and stood up. We made eye contact at the last second. His eyes, the color
of the blue sea, stared with a burning passion that intensified as he dropped to the bottom of the wave. His face gleamed as brightly as his colorfully flamboyant board shorts. Making it over the wave, I looked back only to be pelted by the wall of spray he sent skyward. I heard nothing from him as he paddled back out. No cheering or boasting or chee hoo’s to mark his perfect wave. Calmly moving the seas, he paddled next to me and sat on his cloud. His stare continued to search the horizon with an unrestricted determination and focus. Oblivious to his significance, he continued to catch waves as I paddled in. Looking out from the shore, I spotted his muscular body stand up on another wave. Is it your work my friend, or my imagination’s? He is so much like you. But I know it is not you because you passed away, Thomas. As I turned to leave he ducked into the whitewash and disappeared from my sight.
The song of my predators is drowned by growls of a death creature. The wooden pillars that support our tent-like canopy crash to the drained earth. I am now captured by the rebel clouds. My chili pepper red skin is tainted by the crumbly black rubble. The roars are hushed but slithers of smoke still mock me. Surrounding me is sere brown. Only brown. No green fan leaf left where I could join in song. Silence. No feathered harmony to lull me to sleep. No yellow flared flower to add the vibrant hues of my home. I am all that is left. Alone. A surviving speck in this destruction. A chili pepper red spark.
by Rachel Dunn ‘16 Second Place Poetry 7-8
May 25, 2012
‘Iolani Writes By Matthew Callahan ‘14 First Place Short Story 9-10
looked around at the other passengers. As the orange light from the street lamps flashed by and mingled with the fluorescent white lights in the bus, everyone’s features seemed deepened, darkened. Every wrinkle appeared highlighted by black shadows that danced with the passing street lights. Eyes became dark bottomless holes. As the bus ran over pothole after pothole, the great humming beast bumped and jostled us in our hard plastic seats. The crackhead with mangy bangs falling over her dark sunken eyes silently giggled to herself, her chipped yellow teeth peeking out behind her cut and swollen lips. In the night light the business woman who at first seemed fairly well off, morphed into poverty. Her toenails, colored with dirt, protruded out of her frayed and broken heels. She lay sprawled on her seat, succumbing to the exhaustion and stress which was etched into her face. The homeless man, with his stained gray windbreaker unzipped over an even dirtier collared plaid shirt, sat unmoving. He stared sullenly out the window into the black abyss. The bus coasted to a halt. The familiar hiss of the pneumatic doors slowly opening filled the bus and hung in the air. For some reason that I cannot recall, I sat up and watched the front door of the bus. In trundled an older man sporting a full white beard, a pair of khaki pants that were a bit too short, and a stained white t-shirt. This man was no different from all the other characters who I had met or seen over the years of riding the bus, except for his eyes. There was life in his eyes. They were bright and lively, quickly flitting, but not nervously, from person to person, surveying the scene. I quickly removed my bags and books from the seat next to me and he nodded thankfully, unstrapped his backpack and carefully eased into the seat, placing his backpack on his lap. I wanted to study this man, for he was different; he was not like the rest, but I did not want to upset him. I had seen men stabbed because they were staring at
someone the wrong way. I began to peek, faintly turning my head and straining my eyes as far as they could go. When he finally came into view, I spun my head forward quickly. I had seen his eyes, so he must have surely seen me looking at him. Still, I was overcome by the desire to see him, so I slowly turned and once again saw his two green eyes peering into me. I was transfixed. And so we sat, staring, studying each other, quietly, peacefully.
last time. I knew him and yet I did not. I slowly drew my eyes away from him and stepped off the stairs of the bus. My feet planted solidly on the black pavement, the fresh morning air snapped me out of my groggy daze. Then it hit me. I turned and ran after the bus, dropping my books, my bag, and sprinting for my family which disappeared behind a thick greasy cloud of fumes.
e then suddenly asked, “Son, I sure ain’t never seen no runaways carryin’ textbooks on a Greyhound, but I sure taint’ never seen no students riding a Greyhound at two in the morning neither. So whatchu doin son?” I hesitated, but then said, “Well sir, I never knew my father. I lived with my mother ‘til she died when I was thirteen. Been on my own since then.” “You never answered the question son. Why you ridin’ a Greyhound at two in the morning?” “I ain’t got enough money to rent a place and this bus runs a circuit from Mississippi State all the way to Montgomery. Takes ten full hours to run. I git on the bus at nine and get back to Mississippi at seven right before classes. I live on this here bus. It’s miserable, but it’s a helluva lot cheapah than an apartment, and I got the bus lights so I can do my homework.” “How you paying for school then if you ain’t got enough money to rent an apartment?” “Well sir, I secured myself a full ride scholarship, yes I did.” “Well ain’t that something, takes one helluva man to make something out of himself like you did son.” He trailed off with a faraway look in his eyes. I remained humbly silent to the compliment. Hours of talking later the bus lurched to a stop. I was in the middle of a sentence when he cut me off and said, “I believe this is your stop, son.”
ewildered I looked around and saw we were at my campus. I quickly grabbed my things, nodded to the man, and met his green eyes one
My courage to ask; adrenaline streams quicker wrestling for my voice.
Artwork, above: Sandy Chun ‘12; at left: Kasie Kashimoto ‘12 Photos page 14 by dawn and tiddlywinker through Flickr’s Creative Commons
Scrambling to finish Just minutes before it’s due Procrastination
by Max Wei Secound Place Haiku 9-10
by Spencer Wakahiro First Place Haiku 11-12
Roses are not Red, Violets cannot be blue, I’m just tricking you.
Spoon led in circles, captures baby’s twinkling eyes, dives into his smile.
dby Micah Cabagbag Third Place Haiku 11-12
by Erik Yamada First Place Haiku 9-10
The Stone Wall By Shuko Matsubara ‘14 Second Place Short Story 9-10 It started to rain heavily in the afternoon when I came to the graveyard. I didn’t have any umbrella and I didn’t really care so I kept moving on. There was no one around at the old, lonely graveyard. The only thing I heard was the drumbeat of rain falling and the sound of my new leather shoes crunching on the fallen autumn leaves. I walked steadily to the gravestone inscribed “Elina C. Bright 1858~1864” and placed a bouquet of daffodils. I was standing there for quite a while when I heard a voice calling my name. “Good afternoon, Mr.Oliver.” I looked back. I saw a tall old man with silver-ash hair. He looked around eighty years old. He had that same face, the face that never smiled. I started to tense up as I remembered that incident. How I had wanted to make that face disappear a long time ago... It all had happened during the spring twenty years ago. My family was a wealthy family, and we looked after Elina, who was two years younger than me. Her parents died when she was a baby, and my mother took her in because she was Emily’s mother’s friend. We used to go to Sunday school together and played together. She was like a real little sister to me. One day, we went to play hide and seek together in the forest. It was a nice, warm and sunny day with flowers blooming. It had rained last night, and small drops of water formed on petals and leaves, reflecting Elina picking daffodils that someone had planted years ago on our way to the forest. “Who’s going to be ‘it’?” Elina asked as she made the daffodils into a bulky crown. “I’ll be ‘it’,” I said. I always loved being ‘it’, for I knew what kind of place Elina liked to hide. She loved to hide in trees where she could see where I was searching. She also knew I wasn’t that of a good climber. She was small and wore nice dresses with frills, but she was better than me when it came to climbing trees. I was counting up to eight when I heard Elina calling my name. “Oliver!” I thought she was in trouble, and I ran to the oak tree where I had heard her voice. “Elina, what hapenned!?” “Oliver, come up here! I see something really cool.” I didn’t know what she was up to, but I started to climb the oak tree clumsily. On my way up, my white sleeves got stuck in a branch and I had to rip my sleeves to free myself. I wondered how but Elina never ripped her dress or made it dirty. That is why I was always the one who got scolded by my mother. I hopped onto the last branch where Elina was and looked the way she was pointing. I saw a huge old mansion with a big stone fence encircling it. We had been in this forest quite a lot, but this was the first time I had ever seen such an enormous building in this forest. “What is that?” Elina asked me full of excitement. “It’s obviously an abandoned mansion of a rich person,” I answered without averting my eyes from the building. I saw untrimmed bushes in the garden and huge piles of broken rocks by the stone fence. Inside the windows were cobwebs with no inhabitants. “Is anyone living in there?” Elina asked. “I don’t know...” Suddenly and swiftly she started to climb down the tree. I tried to catch up with her, but she was too fast. “Where do you think you’re going? Get back here right now!” I shouted from behind. “No way!” she yelled. By the time I got down the tree and ran to the wall, my shirt ragged and my hair filled with twigs, Elina was already within reach. She was struggling to get on the top when a strong gust of wind blew. With the wind she hopped onto the top. “Look Oliver! Mr.Wind helped me get up!” she exclaimed. “There’s no way a wind would help you. Now get down here or I will tell Mother.” “Wait! I see an old man in the window! Let me get to the other side--” “Woof!” Suddenly, there were dogs barking loudly from the other side of the wall. There were dozens of them.
‘Iolani Writes From the shock, Elina lost her balance on the wall. She fell and I caught her just in time. She was trembling. “See? This was why I told you not to go. It’s too dangerous. And there’s no way there is a person living in there. You must have been dreaming,” I scolded her. “I was not! There really was someone in there!” “Stop lying and we’re going back home! I’m going to tell Mother everything that happened.” “Fine! Then I’ll prove to you that the old man is really there by climbing that wall again!” She turned back and marched toward home. She never looked back at me, and I never talked to her. We had fought for the very first time. When we got home, we were scolded by Mother, with my shirt torn up and Elina’s hair messy from the time she had fallen. Then father told us to go to bed early because a storm was coming. Elina didn’t talk to me as we went to our bedroom either. Around midnight, the storm finally came. The wind was howling like a hungry bear and the rain rattling on the windows as if they want to come in. But that wasn’t the sound that woke me up. It was the cold raindrops rattling on my face that woke me up. I checked if the windows were properly shut. That was when I noticed that the windows were widely open. I checked if Elina was all right. Her bed was empty. “Elina!” I ran to the window and checked into the darkness. Far into the darkness I saw her white night dress. I ran after her as fast as I could. She was heading towards the dark forest. The rain was getting stronger and stronger, the wind screeching into my ear. I didn’t know how she was even able to stand in this storm. I already knew where she was heading to. She was going to climb up that wall and get to the other side no matter what. By the time I finally caught up with her was when she was already on the top of the wall. She was laughing hysterically as if fighting over the loud winds. She danced on top of the wall like a ballerina. I couldn’t believe my eyes. That couldn’t be the nice and cute Elina that I have known for more than five years. “Ha ha, look! I climbed the wall! Now I can prove that the old man is in there!” Elina shouted with all her might into the darkness. “Elina! I get it now! So please come back down here now!” Elina heard me. She stopped laughing and looked down at me. “Oliver...? Why are you--” The next moment there was a huge clash of thunder. I flinched and squeezed my eyes shut. I thought I also heard a scream. When I opened my eyes again, I didn’t see Elina anywhere. The wind had taken her. I scrambled and climbed the wall. I peeked over to the
Why are you sitting here? Alone in the cold. Did you really deserve this? In return for your actions so bold.
I see the marine patch sitting Gently across your sleeve. Now faded and tattered, simply a Memory of the goals you’ve achieved.
What did they do to you? Leaving you stranded on the Long’s sidewalk floor, When you should’ve been branded a hero As you returned from the war. I imagined them treating you better As I’ve read they always do. Maybe the system is flawed, I mean Just look at you. All this I thought As I heard the tin can cry; When I dropped in some coins To give you another try. by Shane Hayakawa ‘14, Second Place Poetry 9-10 other side when I got to the top. I saw her facing down on top of broken rocks from the old wall. She was still. She was dead. “Elina...” I whispered quietly. Just when I tried to climb down to the other side to get her body, I saw dark shadows circling around her. It was those dogs. They closed around in her—sniffed her, nudged her—to make sure if she was really dead. Then they started to eat her. It was too dark for me to see where they were eating, but I heard them eating away her flesh. That was too much for me. I turned around and jumped off the wall. I ran out of the forest and back to my house as fast as I could. I never looked back. When I got home, I changed into dry cloths and dug into my cold bed. The next day the old man found Elina’s body at the old mansion. He found her lying by the wall, bloody and half her body missing. It was too horrific that everyone didn’t see the body at the funeral. We had a short court, but the judges concluded that Elina was sleep walking, and fell down the wall because of the wind. No one ever suspected me that I left her because no one saw me. Every day after she was gone felt nothing but emptiness. I never saw her smiling face or her laugh. I never played hide and seek or tag because I had no friends other than Elina. Even when I started to go to Sunday schools, I never spoke with anyone. My whole life was thrown into the darkness, the sun never rising inside me after that storm. I didn’t know who to blame. Then I remembered that old man living in the mansion. It was all his fault because he was the one who built that wall and the mansion. He was the one who didn’t tie his dogs to the post. At least Elina was able to go to heaven with her face nice and clean if it wasn’t for the dogs. I hated him so much that I even attempted to murder him. But I always got too scared when I tried to climb over that wall where Elina died. Twenty years have passed since then. “Mr. Oliver? Are you alright? You are as pale as the clouds.” His words brought me back. I looked back at him. “Yes. I’m fine.” We stood there for few minutes. Then the old man started to speak. “Mr.Oliver... You know, no one actually noticed but... I changed this poor little girl’s dress into my granddaughter’s dress and combed her hair. That was the only thing I could do to the girl who my dogs have attacked...” I didn’t reply to him. I didn’t believe him--he might be lying. But he kept on. “I have gotten really old... I decided to live with my grandchildren. I also decided to demolish that old mansion I lived in for so long. I will demolish the whole thing so no one would die there again.” Then he turned back and started back to the road. I just stood there, looking up at the sky... It stopped raining, and I saw specks of blue in between the grey clouds.
May 25, 2012
Third place Short Story 9-10
Ordinary Action by Angela Ching
e strode towards the door, each foot falling purposefully, one after the other, as though competing for the first glimpse of their destination. The left foot won, and announced its arrival by the tinkle of a bell as the door swung open. As the foot made its way over the threshold, it was greeted by legions of dust particles that clung to its sole like leeches, weighing it down. The owner of the foot, a tall boy who was teetering on the edge of adulthood, was greeted with a musty, almost sour smell. It made him think of regrets, rejection, and-- yes, there it was: a hint of desperation. The scents swirled around him as he continued walking, and they fastened to his soul, weighing him down. His steps did not falter, yet as he sailed on through the haze of qualms, he glanced at the walls and over his shoulder, suspecting a pair of accusatory eyes to be anchored onto his, attempting to wreck his resolve. As he neared the counter he saw a man with a thick layer of blubber encircling his belly, slumbering behind it. He took a gulp of air, struggling to keep from drowning in his muddled thoughts. He cleared his throat, which felt like it was coated in salt, and said loudly, “Excuse me.” The man sighed, opened his beady black eyes, and gazed blearily up at the boy who was
trying his best to stay composed, and slurred, “Whaddya want?” “Well,” the boy took a breath, trying to control the adrenaline darting through his veins, “I’d like your opinion on these wines,” he swept his hand around the room, “Which would you recommend?” The man, still trying to discern reality from dreams, rubbed his eyes. Blinking a few times, he looked at his customer full in the face and replied stoically, “Yer not of age, kid.” The boy rearranged his face, covering his shock, “What makes you say such a thing? Of course I am of age.” “Don’t gimme that.” The man examined his customer’s face, “Heck, I’d say your mama just popped you outta her womb only yesterday! Ain’t that right kiddo?” The man smiled mockingly. “Actually, I’m afraid you’re wrong. I have an ID here to prove--” “Aw put that away, bud. I don’t need no fake ID to tell you ain’t twenty-one yet.” “Please, all I want is one bottle of wine,” the boy answered, still managing to maintain his poise, “Hah!” the man chortled, “Fer what? Gonna use it for water colors to paint yer mama a nice pretty little picture?” He shook his head, still smiling, “Jesus. You kids never learn nothin.” “Hey, listen. I’m a customer here to buy something. Are you really going to turn down the money?” The boy reached into his pocket, and pulled out a wad full of cash, “See? I’ve got it right here. So please, don’t make a big deal out of something that’s irrelevant.” “C’mon kid. Stop with the whole ‘I’m old so give me booze’ act. No one’s fooled here. So why don’t you take that dough ‘a yours, and spend it on something more useful. I ain’t never gonna hand over no wine here to a tyke like you, so ya might as well scoot.” he boy was becoming increasingly more agitated, and this last rejection seemed to touch a nerve,
‘Iolani Writes Art this page by Rachel Ray ‘12; page 16 art by Maile Beal
“Do you know why I chose your shop out of all the other wineries in this town? Cause yours was the smallest, dirtiest, lowest ranking of them all. No one comes here because of the bad reputation! The fact that you’re still in business is a wonder to me!!” The boy had to hold back from spitting on the floor. He couldn’t believe that through all this he was being turned down by this swine of a man who wasn’t even entitled to be sitting behind that counter, let alone showing off his counterfeit intelligence! What did he know anyway? He is just an old man, ignorant of how the world really worked. He had no right to refuse him his request when his job was to sell his products. The man was just too old-fashioned and obtuse. The man leaned forward, his eyes fixed on the boy’s, no longer sarcastic, “Do you actually think anyone would give wine to you? Yer acting like a twelve year old. If I didn’t know any better, I would‘a said that was yer real age. You ain’t gonna go nowhere in life acting like that. Do you plan on doin’ anything? Cause wine ain’t gonna help you none.” The boy clenched his fists and said through gritted teeth, “Then why the hell do you sell alcohol for a living?” “Because,” the man retorted with equal antagonism, “then I can stop little punks like you from buyin’ this stuff. It’s a life ruiner you know kid.” he boy slammed his fist on the table and yelled, “I am NOT a kid!” His desperation was clouding his better judgment, and he ignored it. “Just because you’re stuck in the past doesn’t mean today’s society is! Give it up. If I walk outta here and go to any other supermarket or winery, they’re gonna sell it to me if I give them enough money. Guarantee. So why don’t you just make this easier for everybody and--” The boy stopped himself, breathing hard, “You know what? I don’t even care anymore.” He swiped a random bottle from the shelf, and shoved the bottle into
the man’s face, “I am taking this and you can’t do anything about it.” “Please, put that down,” the man said quietly, “I can call the police for robbery.” “Yeah, you can. But you won’t. You know it and I know it.” The boy slammed a wad of cash onto the counter and added, “Since I’m feeling generous.” “I don’t want yer stinkin’ money kid. It looks like yer gonna need it more than me any way.” The man growled. The boy thought there was pity underlining the contempt, but that couldn’t be. e turned on his heel, still clutching the bottle to his chest as though for protection, and retraced his steps out the door. He was such a stupid old man, acting like such a child. He had no idea what he was talking about.
The bell tinkled, sounding defeat, and the door swung open, freeing the boy from the suffocating asylum with resignation. He still held onto the bottle as though a life line, but as soon as he rounded the corner and was of sight of the shop, he opened his arms, and let the bottle fall. Falling, falling, falling, it shattered as it hit the pavement, the broken shards shrieking as they cracked on the battlefield, covered in the crimson vestiges of war. The blood-red wine continued to drip its anguished tears on the ground, but the boy saw none of it. He continued walking and walking, never once looking back at the wreckage of purity he left on sidewalk. He walked until he was on the front porch of his house, where his mother greeted him with a loving smile and open arms.
Memories of Stonehenge by Christopher Lindsay, ‘17 -- First Place Poetry 7-8 Like silent warriors, impassive Sarcen monoliths rise from their Salisbury blanket of green. While under the covers, hard cofﬁns of blue dolerite harbor their igneous secrets, millennia in the making. The sweet, pungent odor of grass wafts over me As I stare at the gray circles of rough stone. Like a good mystery that twists and turns until the reader is completely bafﬂed, I ponder the mysteries that lie under the bleak, grey shroud of sky. Solstice marker for a farmer’s almanac, heartless witness to Druid’s stained blood, Cold, royal chapel for knights to worship, Devil’s cursed lair, Merlin’s musty den. Or did the child of a colossal, playful, alien simply forget to put his Lego away?
Imua ‘Iolani Photo by John Walker courtesy of Flickr Creative Commons
As the seniors of Imua head into the next chapter of their lives, they take some time to reflect on their years at `Iolani and impart their wisdom...
benches.” In those days, I arrived to an empty campus at 5:45 am and planted my 12-year-old self on a random bench to eat the breakfast my mom prepared for me. Day after day, seniors would start arriving at benches just as I was finishing my breakfast and would give me strange looks. I remained oblivious to their presence for another week or two when I began to notice their territorial glares. When I finally I asked a classmate about “that area,” he was baffled at how clueless I was. The seniors seemed like such a high and mighty group of people whose rank in the social hierarchy was far greater than mine. Looking back at that experience now as a senior, I don’t feel any better or higher just because I’m a senior. A lot of people tell me that they’re afraid to walk through senior benches because they’re intimidated by the seniors. But with age, you start to realize that it’s not “us” and “them” but that we’re just ordinary people that are part of a wider community.
When I was a frequent bus rider in those middle school days, I used to be intimidated by the diversity of bus riders. There are the tourists in aloha shirts and rainbow leis holding Armani Exchange and Victoria’s Secret bags. There have been couples straight out of high school holding hands while joking and laughing. And then there are the people going home from work, as many and as different as the heavyset Polynesian construction worker is from the older Filipina woman carrying nothing more than her minuscule purse. A lot of bus riders are quick to make assumptions about other riders. Sometimes we even choose our seating based on our instinctive discrimination. It’s true, the people on the bus are a diverse group. But that doesn’t mean we’re radically different from each other. In a way, the people that get on and off the bus are united by the same goal: to get where they’re going. Despite our differences, it’s our job to help each other out because we’re all in the same situation. A bus full of people can be the perfect metaphor for this school. Like the bus riders getting on at different stops, we come from different places and have gotten here at different times.
Some—like Papa Jack—got on early and seem like they’ll be there forever. Most of us get off when graduation arrives. Despite the kinds of baggage we carry, the way we look, or our differences in age, we’re all going in the same direction whether its the E Country Express! Ewa Beach or higher learning, graduation, and the future. So what does that mean for those of us who are along for the ride? We need to help each other out. Pull the “stop” cord for someone who can’t reach it. Give a quarter to the person who’s short 25 cents on the $2.50 fare. Give up a seat to the rider who needs it. Hold the door open to someone struggling to get off at their stop. When someone stumbles, give a shoulder for them to lean on. Make friends along the way. Give advice. Learn something along the way. Just the smallest of acts can have a huge impact on a person, whether they’ve just arrived or are preparing to leave. And that lonely, clueless boy sitting at senior benches at 6 a.m.? Go have a chat. He’s heading in the same direction you are.
Wrong. But there are more than a couple of lessons that I’ve learned in my time here. For example, I’ve learned that if you stand in Sullivan Courtyard near the end of pd. 5 on a day when the cafeteria’s serving its famous mochiko chicken, you might catch a glimpse of a madman bursting out of the Weinberg doors and sprinting towards the cafeteria with a student chasing after him. I’ve learned that it’s possible to teach at one place for 50 years and still exude your passion for the subject and for teaching as if it were your first year. I’ve learned that in Spanish, you never use the present subjunctive after si. I’ve learned that going back to visit your kindergarten teachers is the equivalence of instant happiness. I’ve learned that a good teacher can make all the difference. I’ve learned that if you smile at Bernard Ching, he’ll not only smile back, but enthusiastically greet you every time you see him afterwards.
I’ve learned that bagels, Nutella, and almond butter are essential if you want to get the print PDFs out by deadline. I’ve learned that the best stories are the ones that don’t initially seem like stories. I’ve learned that for me, the key to happiness is doing what you love. Whether that means having breakfast at school with one of your best friends, coming late to school because you were chatting with your parents, starting a Science Olympiad team, learning how to make a glass plate in your last week of high school, performing in a chamber music recital, or something really crazy, like writing for Imua, always remember to do things because you like them. Not because it’ll look good on your college transcript or because someone told you to do it. I’ve learned that it’s much more important to maintain your values than your grades. I’ve learned that there are a lot of different ways to get to the same destination. And that it’s more than okay to not know what your destination is.
I’ve learned that it’s impossible to do it on your own. There are a number of people who’ve helped me along the way. My sister, Emily, is the best sister I could ever ask for. She always knows exactly what to say, whether it’s to cheer me up, celebrate an accomplishment, encourage me to keep going, or help me put things in perspective. My mom is my sturdiest supporter, and the best advice I’ve received always comes from her. My dad is my number one cheerleader. He never fails to make me smile. My friends have always supported me, and can always make me laugh. My teachers and mentors have guided me throughout my years here, and have taught me so much more than their classes’ material. I’ve learned that there’s nothing that’s so big of a deal that you need to feel like it’s the end of the world if it doesn’t go how you want it to. The most important lesson I’ve learned here, though, is that learning only ends when you want it to. There’s too much in the world waiting for us to learn, explore, and discover. So my advice? Go for it.
My days sitting at senior benches didn’t start this year. In fact, I began sitting in the sacred space of this school’s underclassmen in seventh grade when I blindly sat there at 6 a.m. on the first week of school. Despite touring the school before I was admitted and attending orientation, none of my tour guides or future classmates informed me that the place I called “the place under the library” was in fact “senior
As a proud daughter of `Iolani, I’ve been here for 13 years. So theoretically, I should have learned everything there is to learn about the school, right?
May 25, 2012
The people who are actually reading this and regularly read this newspaper have already learned the most important lesson that school can teach: the importance of curiosity. Be a sponge in your brief, expensive time at this school. The more you know and absorb, the more things you try, the more people you talk to, the more questions you ask, and the more you actually care, the more interesting you will be, the more you will have to talk about during college or job interviews, and the more connections you will make with people. That’s what working for Imua has taught me: to be successful, be a sponge. At this point in your education, at least,
Senior Reflections you’re probably too green to rule anything out. Take in whatever you can--but also remember that you have a saturation point. Be able to put everything you have into everything you do, or you’ve spread yourself too thin. One of the things I regret most about my school career is how shy I often was. In my last English class, I spoke so little in class that my reticence became a class joke. If you’re shy like me and you want to grow, all the more reason to join the Imua staff, because there’s no way to learn about journalism without learning people skills (articles without quotes are boring). If the importance of curiosity is the most important school lesson, people skills are definitely the most important life lessons. Try new things that pique your interest. Don’t succumb to the apathetic and cellulite-ridden couch potato in you because even excellent grades without an interesting and experienced person behind them will get you nowhere. Definitely never let even an opportunity for an opportunity for a schoolsubsidized trip pass you by. Choose classes for the teacher instead of the subject material because good teachers have the power to make you curious, while others can make you completely lose interest. Look for the truth in every cliché. Always remember how much easier it is to do a little each day than it is to do everything in one day. You know you won’t get to it tomorrow. Good luck!
Bianca Bystrom Pino
I started Imua when I was only but a young one. What I call “my most awkward of awkward stages” because I haven’t really fully grown out of my awkward stage yet and at this rate it doesn’t seem like I ever will. My awkward * 2 stage was a time in my life when I wore colorful neon striped sweaters with plaid pants. Maybe my impeccable style hasn’t changed much over the years, but I have learned a few things. When I was in seventh grade, my friend Kelia Cowan and I were interviewed for an article about our future positions as middle school editors. The article quoted me saying that in the future I wanted to go to Portugal to study Portuguese. Weird? I didn’t go to Portugal like I said, but I did get the chance to go to Spain. So if Imua predicted my future once, why can’t it do it again? So I am going to come out and say now: in the future I hope to always remember apply lotion onto my neck.
Weird? You may not think that slathering lotion on your neck is a big deal, but it is. I don’t want to be that lady with the turkey neck. I don’t want my face to be on Thanksgiving cards when all the turkeys go extinct because my neck is a close resemblance. I don’t want to regret all those times I could have put lotion on my neck but instead just left the lotion for “later.” As I embark into an uncertain future I want to remember the little things, like smearing lotion to my neck. I want to remember events like the late nights spent in the Imua room getting everything done just before deadline. I want to remember the feeling that I get when I get the print issue or see the articles online. I want to always remember the first article that I ever wrote or I when I learned how to “type on a line.” And maybe you think that you don’t have to lotion your neck. Well, before you know it, your turkey neck will be in full swing and people will be afraid that the flab will hit them square in the face. You will regret not doing the little things. I have met great teachers and friends because of Imua and I know that if I didn’t do what at the time seemed like a small thing, I would have missed out on something great. Something that I love to do and that has become a part of who I am. So remember to lotion your neck because the small stuff could just become something big. Trust me; I am an eighth semester senior.
Imua’s Honorary Senior: Mrs. Karin Swanson Taught English for 12 years, advised Imua for 8 years What will you miss about ‘Iolani? “There are soooooo many things.” Mrs. Swanson’s list: 1. Mochiko Chicken 2. Dr. Won’s writing board 3. Seeing Lower Schoolers go to and from the swimming pool 4. Going to/raiding Mr. Kusao and Mrs. O’Leary’s chocolate stash 5. Imua lunchtime meetings with students developing story ideas 6. Walking along the Ala Wai with Chaplain MK What will you LEAST miss about Iolani? Mrs. Swanson says she will miss least, “feeling like she is always behind” and the way the Weinburg bathrooms smell What is an interesting moment you’ve had at Iolani? “In my first year teaching here I had to give a girl detention when her tongue stud fell out and bounced across the floor.” What will you do in retirement? “I don’t know!” But Mrs. Swanson adds that after 29 years of having her husband in the military, she looks forward to not knowing what’s ahead.
For eight years, Mrs. Karin Swanson has been advising the Imua `Iolani staff. She works tirelessly to offer advice, proofread pages, and encourage us to be journalists in every way possible. So we’d like to thank her for everything she’s done for us, because we may not have remembered to in the flurry of the school year. Thank you for pushing us to tackle hard stories. Thank you for promising to back us up when we did. Thank you for teaching us how to find a story even when one isn’t immediately obvious. Thank you for teaching us the meaning of the first amendment. Thank you for explaining countless times how to use InDesign. Thank you for sharing your high school fight song with us. Thank you for reminding us to break up long paragraphs into smaller ones. Thank you for showing us that a paragraph can just have one sentence. Thank you for answering our grammar questions. But, thank you also for teaching us that you can, in fact, begin a sentence with but. Thank you for giving up Thursday and Friday nights to sit on chairs that like to lose their wheels while we finished up (or began) laying out the next issue. Thank you for the Nutella. And the bagles. And the pizza. And the almonds. And the carrot cake. And the cashew butter. And the fruits. And for being a food provider in general. Thank you for spending so much time with us in the Frankenlab. Thank you for
your neverending support. Thank you for the punny headline ideas. Thank you for the Denny’s desserts. Thank you for your dazzling smiles. Thank you for your love. We want to wish you the best of luck. We know that whatever you decide to do and wherever you decide to do it, you’ll be a huge force in the people around you. You’ll change their lives in ways they’d never have imagined, guide them as they learn, and be an amazing mentor for them. We can say this with confidence, because you did all this and more for us. Thank you, Mrs. Swanson, for everything you’ve ever done. And remember, it’s always either closer or farther away! With all our love,
The Imua staff
Drawing by Samantha Dacanay
P.E. stands for plywood extraordinaire By Lauren Goto
For some time, wooden cutouts of animals and animated figures have been appearing on campus. At first, students and faculty members may have assumed that they were the creative work of the Art Department. But the decorations we have seen since third quarter are the handiwork of physical education teacher Mr. Charles Martin. “It’s a chance for everyone to see a different side of me -- other than the dress-code enforcer,” he chuckles. His creative alter-ego has elicited many responses from students including Mr. Martin’s favorite, “You can do that?!” Ever since Halloween five years ago, Mr. Martin has wanted to share his hobby with the school. Now that the right time has presented itself, he has jumped into his presentations with enthusiasm. The P.E. teacher’s first decorations were solid-color animal shadows. Encouraged by the warm reception of his first set, he
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soon assembled an Easter display for the Center Courtyard with both cutouts and plastic Easter eggs. Since then, more colorful figures, all hand-made by Mr. Martin, can be seen around campus. Mr. Martin’s designs range from geckos to an alligator, and from dragons to characters from “The Flintstones.” Lately, the Looney Tunes cartoon figures, including the Roadrunner and Tweety Bird, are posted near the I-Building. In the future, Mr. Martin plans to display a whale, SpongeBob Squarepants, Winnie the Pooh, and a Minion from the movie Despicable Me around campus. This upcoming Christmas, he intends to make characters from Charles Schulz’s Peanuts comic strips. The creation process, if performed in one sitting, lasts around three hours. In collaboration with Director of Media Services Mr. Cyrus Won, Mr. Martin projects an image from the Internet using a slide projector onto a piece of
Mr. Martin’s menagerie includes several Looney Tunes favorites.
plywood and traces a basic outline. Next, he uses a jigsaw, a tool used for cutting curves, to make the cutout. After sanding, the final shape is painted with a
few of his 200 bottles of paint and is then ready to be displayed. Mr. Martin gladly accepts suggestions for new pieces. The only major difficulty, he says, is “find-
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ing the right image,” Mr. Martin said. “Decorating is really fun, it’s something I like to do, and I like sharing my work with people and hope they enjoy it too.”
As the seniors head off to college, they’re sure to receive countless pieces of advice from parents, siblings, aunts, uncles, grandparents, teachers, the guy down the street--anyone. But what do the youngest Raiders have to say to the soon-to-be grads?
“Read chapter books!” -Lauren (‘24)
“Don’t be a bully” -Sky (‘24) “Don’t give up” -James (‘24)
“Use your brain!” -Luke (‘24)
“Go to a good college. That’s all” -Sean (‘23)
“Be nice to your friends” -Kelia (‘24) “I hope you do a good job” -Ryden (‘24)
“Trade Pokemon!” -Coby (‘24) “Be good!” -Lexi (‘24)
“Listen to your teacher and study hard” -Jaymie (‘24)
“Work hard” -Aulani Po`e (‘24)
“If you don’t have enough money, I would rent money at the bank for you, you know” -Jacob (‘23)