Prosody 2013

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ABOUT THE COVER:

This year’s cover artist is Lizzy Gendell, Class of 2013 I took this photograph last year while studying abroad in Israel for the spring semester. The image was captured as I stood across the street from Israel’s most famous landmark, the Western Wall in the Old City of Jerusalem. The Old City of Jerusalem is unique because it is split into four sections based on the major western religions. There is a Jewish quarter, a Muslim quarter, a Christian quarter and an Armenian quarter.

This photograph is symbolic on a personal level, but also on a worldly level.

The blurred aspect of the composition can offer a sense of confusion, chaos and ambivalence. However, the light within the blurriness can represent vibrancy, new things and exploration.

I always have a camera in my hand whether it is my digital camera, 35 mm film camera, or just my cell phone. Photography is a way to document my journey in life as well as make artistic statements.

PROSODY 2013

pros· o· dy [pros-uh-dee] – noun 1. the science or system of poetic meters and versification.

2. the stress and intonation patterns of an utterance.

Origin: 1400–50; late Middle English. Latin prosdia, Greek prosidía.

PROSODY

Artists & Writers LOWER SCHOOL

MIDDLE SCHOOL

ALLIE CHARNAS ELLEN FLANNERY JACK FORTSON CONNOR GRAY SARA JAYNE GRAY ROBERT HANSELL ELINOR KEEHN NATALIE McCALL BUCKLEY OELERICH MICHAEL OLATUNJI RACHEL OLATUNJI MARY CLARE PARMER JUNNAH QURAISHI ELOISE RICHARDSON ZOE ROSENSTOCK CARISSA SCHULTZ SARAH BETH SOMMER DAVID SZYMANSKI OLIVIA THEODOSAKIS THE JK CLASS LOWER SCHOOL CHORUS

EMILY GEORGE HANIYA GHAZI PAULA GOMEZ-FIEGL SOPHIE HILAND GRACE KAYSER MEAGHAN LANCTOT TOMMY MCHUGH TESS MCNULTY WILL MURNIGHAN GRACE PARMER JOY PASIN KATHERYN REVORD ANNA ROSZAK BEN SILVERMAN CHRISTIAN TINGLE CONNOR WATROUS KELLY ZABORS

UPPER SCHOOL

EDITING STAFF

HAYUN CHO CAM CHUNG JACK COLLEY CLAYTON COTTINGHAM HANNA CUNNINGHAM LIZZY GENDELL MATT GRIFFEN CLAIRE GUPTA CAMERON HUNTER SHEMAR JAMES PAIGE JENDRISAK RORY KELLY REBECCA KIRTLEY OLIVIA LANDON JAMES LOVETT ANNIE MORRIS COOPER OCHSENHIRT GUS PASIN JESSICA QIAO BRENT ROLFES JOSIE SANTI NINA SCHIELD ANNA SCHMIDT REBECCA SLOTKIN JACK VALENTI

HANNA CUNNINGHAM OLIVIA LANDON SHEMAR JAMES JACK VALENTI SAFIA VOHRA

FACULTY ADVISOR MS. KATE PUCCIA

The editing staff would like to send a special message of gratitude to North Shore faculty, staff and parents who channeled art and writing submissions to the us and helped proof our final layout.

A RAINBOW OF SPICES HANIYA GHAZI • 7

The smells of all the fragrant spices called to me, As they wafted through the air.

The Tumeric, yellow like the sun.

The fire­like crimson chili, The small green curry leaves and like a pot of gold, she would be at the end of that rainbow.

The bright moonlight shined upon The silk strands of her hair Tightly braided back like a wicker basket And with her small, delicate hand She stirred the bubbling pots As I came near, my Grandmother smiled And took me in her arms.

I breathed the sweet scent of her White Linen perfume, The soft touch of her cheek against mine The tears from the sting of onions still wet on her face.

PAULA GOMEZ-FIEGL • 6

RORY KELLY • 11

WHEN THE STORM COMES ANNA SCHMIDT • 12

I cannot say that I forgive you, To say I love you would be a lie; Instead I will wait for the days like waves To wash over the sands of time.

Perhaps one day these wounds will heal over, Maybe then I will have let this go, And set my thudding heart adrift In the sea of the things I can’t know.

Let this melancholy rust with the ages, Forget the love these bells have chimed, All your apologies drown in the thunder Of the hearts that echoed mine.

Hold fast to laughter For if laughter leaves Life is a heart of stone That silently grieves Hold fast to laughter For if laughter goes Life is an endless void filled with foes LAUGHTER

JOY PASIN • 7

ANNIE MORRIS • 12

WHERE I’M FROM

HANNA CUNNINGHAM • 12

I am from not far away, not far away at all.

I am from melted chocolate and cold fruit, And pure sweetness.

I am from a teal blue sky with sparks of gold, I am from an energy that propels me forward like lightning, From a blue gray storm on a hot day.

I am from the dreary, forceful ground beneath my feet.

The ground that makes me strangely think I might have to stop, yet somehow I quickly leave this hollow thought behind and keep going.

I am from big art and big cities.

From places where there is a rush and a pulse.

I can’t Stop.

I am from running.

And from stopping to smell the vacant air around me.

I am from starry joy and pain that stings like a sharp razor on dry skin.

Joy that come from talking to people, potent Pain that grows from not knowing where to look.

I am from late night tv watching that (I do way too much). I am from the heavy, disengaged cows that I pass every week.

I am from the rough and scared concrete.

I am from quiet museum going in New York, From eating peanut butter and jelly at the end of the day.

I am from wounded and icy feet.

From searing meat on the stovetop.

I am from thoughtfully drinking hot chocolate, From sticky walks and lush sleep.

I am from skin, both happy and shocked.

MICHAEL OLATUNJI • 2

JUNNAH QURAISHI • 2

MARY CLARE PARMER • 2 Sea Turtle Speedy, Migrating Swimming, Digging, Crawling Followers of the Moon Nocturnal Nesters

UPS AND DOWNS GUS PASIN • 9

“C’mon, there’s nothing to be afraid of.” The voice was so familiar, always with the same words. I’d heard them so many times before. But today did I detect a moment of hesitation? Maybe the voice today is not sure that there is nothing to “be afraid of.” My common sense told me there was much to fear. Why is she so set on doing this so often? She mindlessly climbs in that thing day after day; does she ever even question it?

She must be crazy. It’s a tiny dark box, small and bare. Once inside you feel even smaller. Almost as if the box would consume you, not to mention it has a mind of its own. I knew this because once inside there was no escape until it was ready to release you, but everything was on its terms. It moved fast, it stopped fast and I was certain we would fall.

Her voice tore me from my thoughts. “I told your father we should never lived above the fifth floor.” She grabbed me and dragged me inside. I readily replied, “Can I push the buttons, Mom?”

EMILY GEORGE • 8

ELINOR KEEHN • 5

COOPER OCHSENHIRT • 9

GRACE KAYSER • 7

She is old and frail. Much thinner than I remember.

She sounds weak and she still smells of her house in Athens.

When I hug her I can feel her soft hands.

Clenching my back and keeping me there with her I can still taste the traditional cajun gumbo that she has made since she was still living in Louisiana.

Even though she isn’t physically strong, my grandmother is strong at heart.

She is at peace and she knows where she is going.

When I walk into that wretched hospital room I see my grandmother lying her hospital bed.

Walking outside I hear the nurses and doctors shoes squeak, as they walk from room to room, checking on the other patients.

I know she has to smell the terrible hospital smell everyday.

But she says that she doesn’t mind.

I say I won’t be long and I slip out to the vending machine, to get my water so I can return to her.

My grandmother.

JOSIE SANTI • 11

WILL MURNIGHAN • 8

BUCKLEY OELERICH • 2

Bear Territorial, Frightening Growling, Stomping, Chomping Hunters of the Forest Winter Sleepers

X

CLAIRE GUPTA • 9

÷ the placeholders symbolizing the divided ÷ # the labels naming the anonymous # ∞ the infinite unknown of tomorrow ∞ Why can’t we be treated as = ?

Are we really || or ?

Will our solution be + or - ?

How can we solve this world problem?

(Life is so‌variable) Why not give it a constant? x

I watch the robins Hear the rhymes See the crickets just in time Birds are singing Bells are ringing every moment every time Watching till the sky is blue Waiting till the moment's right All the birds fly out of sight on a dark dark night.

THE FIRST NIGHT OF WINTER ZOE ROSENSTOCK • 2

LIZZY GENDELL • 12

US

ALLIE CHARNAS • 5

We are creative So is the sunset Our souls are deep Just like the rivers We are bright So are the stars Our hearts are big Just like the sky Beautiful is us We are beautiful as can be

NINA SCHIELD • 12

JESSICA QIAO • 11

TO BE A WOMAN HAYUN CHO • 12

To be a woman is to be a song fluid like moon’s milk we fill the spaces between our aching selves and the sky the cavernous notes once out of our mother’s bodies we are already dancing to the rhythm of her thighs the dirges and the lullabies before us

we leak life our red mouths open like flowers like queens like the hope shout of the earth musky and wreathed in mist and mornings and truth we will die crowned the songs will hover and crowd our bedroom they will be wild and beginning the scent of past mothers will bloom and laugh in ourselves.

GARDEN

OLIVIA THEODOSAKIS • 4

Green rigid and bright The miniature leaves are bent The water is hushed

BRENT ROLFES • 9

PAIGE JENDRISAK • 12

JACK COLLEY • 11

NATALIE MCCALL • 4

ELOISE RICHARDSON • 5

LAUGHS

SOPHIE HILAND • 7

Hold fast to laughs For if laughs fly away Life is a dancer Without her ballet.

Hold fast to laughs For when laughs escape Life is Red Riding Hood Without her cape.

DAVID SZYMANSKI • 1

WITH MY VOICE

LOWER SCHOOL CHORUS with JIM PAPOULIS

Is there a way that I can sing?

Is there a way that I can bring?

The voice that lives inside my soul Listen to us so that you will hear With my voice I will sing With my voice I will bring With my voice I will find a way to be who I am With my voice I will find my world If I can find my inner voice Then I believe that you can too I know that we will all be heard Listen to us so that you will hear

With my voice I will sing With my voice I will bring With my voice I will find a way to be who I am With my voice I will find my world With my voice I will sing I will find my way With my voice I will sing I will find my way With my voice I will sing With my voice I will bring With my voice I will find a way to be who I am With my voice I will find my world With my voice I will find my world With my voice I will find my world With my voice I will sing With my voice I will sing

THE SHORE

JACK VALENTI • 11

Through woods quilted with birch, hawthorn, and pine The shore emerges, not sandy or blue But jagged, bouldered, and bitten right through For earth has amassed the Gods’ redesign.

Incessant, pelagic, crash after crash Waves unrelenting, the lemmings of the sea The shore ‘tween ocean and woods—Bourgeoisie Here is my place, Serenity’s cache.

This place seems so unearthly and alone A place unpeopled, so lifeless, but pure Rocks immaculate with will to endure These rocks protect me, exalt me: my throne.

I now ask my dreamy, astral shores to bestow The wild worlds where my dreams have yet to go.

SARAH BETH SOMMER • 3

FRIENDS

BEN SILVERMAN • 7

Hold fast to friends For if friends go Life is a concert Without people watching the show.

Hold fast to friends For when friends go Life is a bird flying solo.

CARISSA SCHULTZ • 1

ONCE NOT TWICE

THE JUNIOR KINDERGARTEN CLASS

Once not twice is so very nice, To ring the bell one time not two, To be nice right away to friends, To share the first time, To speak once not twice, To listen the first time to our parent’s words, To love each other all the time.

To help clean up the first time asked, To eat in time is yummy good, To use helping hands with happy smiles, To line up right away, hands down, lips zipped, To take care of our world right away, To come when called on one not two, So I will listen once not twice, Because I know that one is really nice!

ANNA ROSZAK • 6

KATHERYN REVORD • 8

OLIVIA LANDON • 12

THE POOR DINOSAUR

REBECCA SLOTKIN • 11

The Tyrannosaurus –Rex, the saddest dino of them all For his arms were just so short And his body oh so tall.

He couldn’t reach a thing because his hands were just too small.

“Why must I have such stumpy limbs?”

The T-rex sadly cried “I’ll never get to take a swim” “Or go for a bike ride” Even back in his school days T-Rex was always slammed “If you’re happy clap,” they’d say “Oh sorry wait, you can’t!”

He wished that he could show them Wished that he could teach them all But every time he tried to fend His plans would always fall He could not catch a Frisbee And he could not lift some weights He was terrible at hide and seek And could barely finger paint!

Each time he failed he was upset He’d proved these bullies right!

And that my friends is why T-Rex Is angry all the time.

MYSTERY BOX

SARA JAYNE GRAY • 4

a surprising box, an exciting box, an “oh my gosh look at that!” kind of box, a wonderful box, a joyful box, an “oh look what came in the mail!” kind of box, but what do we call it?

A MYSTERY BOX!

KELLY ZABORS • 8

CONNOR WATROUS • 8

CAM CHUNG • 11

CONNOR GRAY • 1

RACHEL OLATUNJI • 4

SKIING

CHRISTIAN TINGLE • 7

The cold wind rushes through your hair gliding through thick, piney brush the smell of Christmas evergreens wafts all around Fluffy, white snow whips past as you race around bumps swiftly, smoothly.

Fresh powder like a cloud under ski tips racing through trees like a bullet.

Before a minute has passed, it's over gloves off and you are done Warming hands with a steamy cup of cocoa Feet thawing up against a cozy fire Scents of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies

JAMES LOVETT • 10

THE BALLAD OF THE SALAD SHEMAR JAMES • 11

An overweight ogre, his fingers he spent lick’n Sat their depressed with his T.V. dinner of a seventy pound chicken Guilty felt he, for cognizant of what he was doing Knew, he did, that he would soon be ruing Made it harder to breathe, every last bite did And the chance of his life he continued to bid* Because his bad habits, did he fail to rid* And back into the unhealthy temptation, he slid Sad, grocery store visits seemed to have made him Injustice felt he, his common heavy laden Awhile, did he stare at the organics food aisle His reaction, everything did he but smile Aware, was he that he could not afford So to the junk food section did he head a-for* Reluctantly, did he buy again although he did not want a-more Realize, did he that the lack of money hindered him from a-tour*

Big, was he, so much of the bad food did he buy High, were the numbers on his bill did they lie However, a great difference in price between what he had and what he wanted Glare, did he at the opposing signs as the teased him and as they taunted Unreasonable levels did the prices of the organics surpass If weren’t so, his habits would have certainly turn fast Valid, was it to say that his spirit turned Pallid And never did he taste that expensive green leaf salad

* Bid: put at risk; to bet * Rid: stop; get rid of * A-for: towards * A-tour: lurking through the aisles of desired healthy food

REBECCA KIRTLEY • 11

GRACE PARMER • 6

LOVE

TESS McNULTY • 7

Hold fast to love For if it is left out of sight Life is a bird That will never take flight.

Hold fast to love For when there is no hope Life is a mud covered body Without a bar of soap.

ELLEN FLANNERY • 5

ROBERT HANSELL • 3

JACK FORTSON • 1

WITH APOLOGIES TO CLEMENT CLARKE MOORE MATT GRIFFEN • 11

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when my door made a click, So I woke up to answer and greeted St. Nick.

With a wink of his eye we went out the door, And before I could tell we were at North Shore.

I asked Mr. Claus why he required my aid, And he said that his list needed an upgrade.

“For this reason I solicit your advice, I need you to say who’s been naughty and nice.”

To help out St. Nick, I felt so honored, Yet many more questions my head still pondered.

“Which students and teachers, Mr. Santa Claus, sir?

I would like to know which names you prefer.”

More rapid than eagles his answer it came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name; “Now, Potter! Now, Hiland! Now, Curren, now Macholl!

Now, Dowling! Now Frederick! Now one, and then all!

To the top of the Mac! To the top of the V! Now right away! Right away! Hurry, tell me!”

Now knowing not to speak ill of my teachers, I quickly told Santa all their best features.

“Randolph is witty and quick with a joke, Mr. Roth can fix that which is broke.

I don’t know for sure if Dachille is sin free, But you’ll get into college because of Kaczynski.”

“All the teachers are nice?” asked Santa, amazed, “Yes,” I replied, hoping grades would be raised.

“And what of the students?” Asked Santa with glee, So I asked the names he wanted from me.

More rapid than thoughts it came from his noggin, “Now, the clubs and presidents, Ilhana and Gagan, and“Okay, I get it,” I said with a grumble, “Don’t get your reindeer all up in a bundle.

LAWL Club will give you some laughs and some yips, While the Golf Team will win more Championships.

French Club will have you in Paree for a while, And K-Pop will listen to Gangnam Style.”

“All of the school has been good this year?”

“That’s what it seems like if you’re going here.”

“Then presents for all!” said Santa with haste, And the presents appeared, in the V they were placed.

“Now thanks for your help,” he said with a boom, And before I knew it we were back in my room.

“And where are you off to, Santa, from here?”

“I must be going, off to New Trier!”

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight, “Happy Holidays North Shore, and to all a Good Night!”

MEAGHAN LANCTOT • 8

TOMMY MCHUGH • 8

CLAYTON COTTINGHAM • 11

CAMERON HUNTER • 12