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“The most ordinary word, when put into place, suddenly acquires brilliance. That is the brilliance with which your images must shine.� !

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vol XLIII The John Carroll School 703 Churchville Road Bel Air, MD 21014 www.jcpinnacle.com


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table of contents Brooke Basta ’11....Childhood Flies By....5 Conrad Sullivan ’11....Brighter Ahead (photo)....5 Erin Munchel ’13....Soul Surfer....6 Will Larney ’12....(dot)wave (photo)....7 Allison Siegel ’11....Youth....8 Conrad Sullivan ’11....Retreat (photo)....8 Brooke Basta ’11....Fred....8 Allison O’Brien ’13....Overlook (photo)....9 Claire Zurkowski ’13....Roll the Dice....9 Brooke Basta ’11....In My Art....10 Kelley McGill ’12....Flashlights (art)....10 Allison Siegel ’11....Teenage American Wangst....11 Cara Reilly ’12....Waiting....11 Julia Earnshaw ’11....Silence....12 Conrad Sullivan ’11....Spur (photo)....12 Audrey Schiminger ’11....Dress (art)....13 Casey Knell ’11....Awkward....14 MinJung Kim ’12....I My Me Mine (art)....15 Allison Siegel ’11....My Serenity....15 Sarah Driver ’11....Above and Below (art)....16 Katelyn Wolf ’13....Purple Rain (photo)....17 Jada Williams ’13....The Reality....17 Allison Siegel ’11....Electric Shiver....18 Scott Novak ’12....Divine Temple....18 2


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table of contents Emily Hennegan ’13....Streets of Venice (photo)....19 Julia Earnshaw ’11....Sad Bird....19 Claire Zurkowski ’13....Cords (art)....20 Allison Siegel ’11....Holly Woods....21 Conrad Sullivan....Bluelight (photo)....21 Allison Siegel ’11....Sunflower....22 Scott Novak ’12....An Empty Page....22 Allison Siegel ’11....Back Porch....23 Will Larney ’12....Billy’s Island (photo)....23 Will Larney ’12....Dream (photo)....24 Jenny Hottle ’11....Intent (photo)....25 Allison Siegel ’11....We....25 Jada Williams ’13....I Know....26 Will Larney ’12....Casey (photo)....26 Conrad Sullivan ’11....Illuminate (photo)....27 Conrad Sullivan ’11....Spin (photo)....28 Julia Earnshaw ’11....Apologies....28

Colophon The 2011 Pinnacle was designed using Pages ʼ09 software. Eight hundred copies were printed by Consolidated Printing in Abingdon, Maryland. The magazine cover was printed on 100 lb. gloss paper and the inside pages were printed on 80 lb. gloss text paper.

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Staff Editor-in-Chief: COLLIN HOOFNAGLE Art Editor: BROOKE BASTA Assistant Art Editor: OLIVIA LoPRESTI Photography Editor: CLAIRE ZURKOWSKI Assistant Photography Editor: KELLEY McGILL Publicity Editor: LAUREN BARRETTO Assistant Publicity Editor: ERIN MUNCHEL Creative Writing Editor: AMANDA ZIVKOVIC Proofreading Editor: EMILY CLARKE Layout Editors: MAGGIE CASSIDY, EVA BIAIOBRZESKI Staff: ASHLEY BAIN, IMANI LOVE, MEGAN GREIG Faculty Adviser: SUSAN GRADISHAR

Special Thanks The Pinnacle Staff would like to thank Mrs. Susan Gradishar for her constant support throughout the production of this year始s publication.

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Looking back now, my childhood went so fast, I did not want to be called a child, Now at seventeen, I want it to last, My life is like a lion gone wild. It went so quick in a blink of an eye, Off to college I am supposed to go, I want to smile, but then I want to cry, I am like a kite, but the wind wonʼt blow. Now I want to go back and embrace it, I must close the door on my memories, The future ahead looks bright, I admit, But to close the door will bring me to my knees. Life will go on so no tear should be shed; I must move forward so much is ahead. "

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Sou l Su rfer The wave can be bigger then I am. It can be stronger then I am. But sometimes, the waves are too big to handle; They treat me like a interloper, and make my skills seem callow. The waves grow, and Try to gain as much power possible, So if I were to ride it, the attempt would be useless. But it's hard to tell if the wave is too big, or too small. I catch what I can, because if I wait, It will be gone, and I would have lost my chance. Fear is the only obstacle, But the reward is much greater. My goal, to ameliorate my ability, But Somehow, sometimes, I still can overcome its strength. My board can glide me across the sea, The ocean the propellers, me and my board, the Plane. One by one, we soar into the shore. An open, blue, guiltless wonder. I contaminate it; Its pure blue permeates my body, Almost as if I needed to be cleansed of something; My soul is set free, as adrenalin rushes, my mind is free, and I reach an eternal peace. Then, The drums of the sea crash, The white foam rises, The propellers will soon break down, and the plane will crash, a 9/11. The wave collapses, and is finished. Still, there are many more to come, The intrinsic sequence is non stop. "

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Yo uth I forget your youth and inexperience here As you let clocks click away your time and fear I suppose I could shout and tell you itʼll wait That inescapable notion you pine for called fate Instead Iʼve fought to catch up to you And make an image that was seldom and few It was of youth that we both lost track And it is youth upon which we both fall back Clicking time has but one pace We only have but this life to face "

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Amazing artistic hand of a grandfather You never frowned In your truckerʼs hat And gray, Sea Ray shirt I thought I might not stop laughing When I was with you Until you gave me some spicy chips At bingo And I drank all of my water While you dotted my arm with a bingo marker That memory of you Makes me laugh every time - Brooke Basta ʼ11


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I sit here And something lives But I touch situation And something dies I sit here And long for something But I touch another possibility And nerves kill I sit here And anxieties rush Nerves kill I float jittery on this unfamiliar steel wool Concerns reacting with my chemicals But stagnant in my dungeon I roll the dice Ten sides is too much to risk But I jump And something lives I push to jeopardize Free-fall into a velvety reality I live Unheard of And I re-roll the dice Shot dead -Claire Zurkowski 始13

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To escape from reality And go into a magnificent relaxing world. Full of exciting beats of modern songs and the smooth sound of opera. Bright purple ear buds slip into my ears, they are my ticket to this peaceful place. A blank piece of paper. With music and imagination I close my eyes, And with my pen I dance with ink. Nothing from the outside world can enter now. I fall into a complete comfortable trance while doing something I love, living through my art. "

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Middle-man Second-hand Always speak for what I stand Breaking hearts Cracking parts Knowing where all sadness starts You and he I can see There始s nothing more he wants to be You and her You always were Leading her around for sure Both of you Come to me Knowing that I cannot flee So I fight Night by night Helping you find some type of right But how can I Somehow find A way to tell you You始re both wrong. "

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Wa itin g It's late at night, I'm all alone Sitting here just staring At my crappy old phone. It doesn't ring Or even beep. Jack Johnson doesn't sing; I'm near falling asleep. It never comes; I'm not surprised. What's with these teenage boys Weaving their web of lies? -Cara Reilly 始12

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Silence I can still hear the branches crack in the distance, the cold winter was just too much for the trees to fathom. Your gray translucent breath spiraled around your face in the ice cold air. We both sat silent. The quiet air grew heavy, like bricks on my chest. I can't quite remember what was said, but the argument struck a match that couldn't be extinguished. I remember the feeling though, of loneliness begging for a brighter sky, of jealousy growing on my fingertips begging for your familiar skin, and desire that grew intolerable waiting for you to break the soundless air. But instead of grabbing my ice cold hand to break the curse, you stood up and walked away without a word. I watched you go, your foot prints followed you in the snow, but the silence stayed. Just like the bountiful trees that once bloomed in the springtime the weight of the winter was too much and I was left broken. "

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Midnight bandit scuttle across my path and condemn me with your glare. Lazy hazy clouds like yawns cover the indigo canvas sky. I stick my head out of the window to scream, But I realize the cover of my silence is too precious to disturb my serenity. - Allison Siegel 始11

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I finally get the chance to get tuned into nature. The smell of grass right away sends me into a trance. I get rid of everything thatʼs clouding my mind and send it with the breeze. I can see the lake, and the way it glistens as the geese move through it. I can see the breeze softly brush the trees, and the butterflies dance together. The clouds looked as if they feel fluffy and soft. The grass slightly prickles my legs. The way the breeze whistles through the air would make anyone feel close to nature. I watch the clouds slowly drift by and they take me on their journey, I feel like Iʼm floating. I can hear nothing but the wind and the leaves on the trees as they move together. I hear an EXPLOSION of sound, sound that doesnʼt register. The ROAR of thunder, and the DESTRUCTION of peace. I open my eyes to see that I have been pulled back into reality. "

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Electric shiver down the spine of the world Crack. Crash. Crumble. The treetops the play-things Of your spindly fingers. Laying down the leaves before autumnʼs earthy call. Ominous. Striking us. Sparks that crush. Strobe light flashing through the dark disco after day. Preface to summerʼs tears. Dipping. Dripping. Slipping. Sneaking solar solstice back to us for an epilogue. "

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Along hallways of emerald-green The windʼs music comes alive As it urges tree branches to sing A whispering melody of mystery Deer sprinting through the long grass Then pausing to drink from Springs of untroubled waters Generously pouring forth life in an eternal flow The sonnet of the birds Flows through the air Oh! The voice of the gods Peeping and chirruping a radiant aria The sweet fragrance of pine Meadows of blossoming bouquets And the ceaseless humming of bees Permeates the magnificent demeanor A Divine Temple is the forest In which I pass through - Scott Novak ʼ12

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This town gives nothing to me, except broken hearted dreams and concepts too hard for me to accept, and underneath the surface Iʼve lost all of my friends to forlorn faces looking for an escape from this paved black playground missing the swing sets. My foundationʼs been built on lies, bottles, lyrics, and pain and people whose faces all look ashamed. And Iʼll keep walking along whistling my sad birdʼs song, while everyone seems to change their decent ways. - Julia Earnshaw ʼ11

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er Sunflow You are such a happy thing. Of all the flowers, I think you are the most likely to be heard laughing. You look down at me from up there, mouth agape; face open for me to see. You donʼt hide anything in there. No secret pistils, no hidden scents. You are true. I think if any of the other flowers were asked to give advice, theyʼd be vain, or timid, or dim-witted. You would look me in the eyes and tell me what it was you wanted to say because you know that I will be able to handle it. Youʼd take a big strong arm around me when I was down and tell me to “cheer up honey! Today, youʼve received a gift from God.” Youʼre here breathing the sweet air with me. Sunflower, you are the friend who double dog dares me to say hi to a cute boy, the mother who keeps me in Godʼs good graces, and the grandmother who spoils me with compliments. Sunflower, Iʼll let you look down on me. Iʼll keep you there to let light and sweet life in. - Allison Siegel ʼ11

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The gleaming white space stares up at me, daring me to make an impression on its pristine surface. The vast expanse of blankness means a lack of limits, a quiet place where I am free to express whatever needs expressing. Such freedom can easily lead one to be intimidated. Where do I start? I ask myself. What should I write? A thousand creative voices rabble in my head about who is the most important, who is worth being transfigured into ink. So I try especially hard to clear my mind and find the idea that needs to be put forth into the world on this great, white plane of an empty page. I know however elusive it may appear to be, that one revolutionary idea is always there within me, waiting to be summoned. " - Scott Novak ʼ12

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I know You are who you are and you know who you can be I know You are brave you are strong you are wise yet have fun I know You are a leader not a follower I know You are brave and strong and you protect what matters most I know You want to do everything that looks fun I know That you are talented and do things your own way I know That no one can ever bring you down I know That it始s all confusing I know That you are trying to figure out your place in life I know That you are one of a kind I know That you are me. "

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Iʼm sorry, he whispered his words pulling on my heart, weighing down on my knees. His voice sounded pure and full of meaning, but belief and trust only last so long. Apologies are only as true as the past, or as unbelievable as the fluidity of it leaving the givers mouth. If itʼs a common vocabulary word, I donʼt want to hear it, only if it quivers and trembles out of the bearers lips. I relieved the air contained deep inside my lungs, and emptied his words so my heart was light again. The past one can never forget. - Julia Earnshaw ’11

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The Pinnacle 2011 vol XLIII The John Carroll School 703 Churchville Road Bel Air, MD 21014 www.jcpinnacle.com

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