Journalism's Club Pineword Spring edition 2021-22

Pinewood Journalism Club’s Pineword 2021-2022 Spring Issue

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Pinewood Journalism Club’s Pineword 2021-2022 Spring Issue Team Alexandra Diamantopoulou Nicholas Karamichalis Daria Kachalkova Kalypso Isaidou Phaedra Voulgari Pavlos Paraschoudis Josephine De Cataldo And Dr Zoi Tsiviltidou

Contents Editor’s note Articles A recipe we tried at home A poem we wrote for you An ngo we support & follow A museum we heard about A school of life video we liked A TEDx/TED-Ed video we watched An astronomy fun fact A Peanuts comic revamped

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EDITOR’S NOTE

Dear readers,

Welcome to the digital Spring edition of Pineword! In this editor’s note I have the honor to talk to four Grade 6 students, representatives of the Entrepreneurship Fair that was held at Pinewood on June 9, 2022. Ms Katerina Neroulia organized and hosted the event in an effort to add both rigor and relevance to the curriculum.

The Entrepreneurship Fair inspires and motivates students to develop innovative ideas (identify market demands and compete with other businesses) and apply critical thinking and problem solving skills (setting a price that is high enough to bring a net profit, yet low enough to encourage customers; identify some costs and benefits of partnership vs. sole-proprietorship; choose a business name and location; utilize resources to minimize costs, etc.). Students begin to understand the importance of entrepreneurship as a viable career choice; and to identify their individual interests and skills in developing a preference as future content producers and idea-makers.

We conducted an interview with the “brains” behind two business venture ideas: “Sporty” created by Ioanna Leontzini and Olek Baran, referred to as S1 from now on, and “SmartBake” created by Helena Vakali and Apostolos Alexopoulos, referred to as S2.

1) How did you get the idea for your business?

S1: Our idea is a website with clothes and shoes for sports. We got inspired from people around the world who searched for items in different shops and needed help finding the material of the products they wanted.

S2: Our project is an application that guides people through baking recipes. A problem we found was that some recipes are not exact in their instructions and they are difficult to follow. We wanted to simplify recipes and improve the organization system of baking for everyone.

2) Who is your target audience?

S1: Our target users are athletes and consumers of sports items, regardless of age or background.

S2: The audience is people who love baking and are interested in fun and easy recipes.

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3) What motivates you?

S1: How we can help people simplify their shopping experience of sports and feel more confident in choosing what is best for them. We also wish to inform people about the benefits of exercising and how easy it is to buy the appropriate equipment to start so.

S2: What motivates us is looking at our goal, which is to make people’s lives easier and filled with tasty goods that are easy to produce at home.

4) How did you design your product?

S1: We designed it by Glide ©, which is an application creation website, and we went to every sports online shop to find the prices and descriptions of the products so that we can make our website similar and design our offer accordingly. We aimed to make better products.

S2: We took inspiration from other online shops and tried to improve every recipe we could find. We also used Glide © for our logo and business cards and we did the creative part in Canva ©. The application format was put together by designing how it would look and how it would operate. We included a rating system for the level of easiness of each recipe.

5) What do you enjoy most about being a young entrepreneur?

S1: It is fun and it is really interesting because we can have more ideas working on an idea, which might actually become a business in the future. People were surprised at the quality of our venture idea and that made us very proud.

S2: We liked the support we received from our peers and the freedom of thinking outside the box. We liked that baking can evolve from a hobby into something real that you can make money out of.

6) What do you find most challenging about being a young entrepreneur?

S1: Because we don’t have all the knowledge we need it is not very easy to complete a project that in the real world would be of value.

S2: It is hard because we are young and some might not respect us or trust us.

7) What do you wish you could have done differently?

S1: We can actually create and launch the website and add the logo to make it look real and get some visitation on it and start promoting it.

S2: We should have started a bit earlier because we got sidetracked by the thrill of it and we got stressed along the way.

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8) What has been your biggest “a-ha” moment?

S1: We found out that there is a solution to the market problem we noticed and we could design a business idea that addresses that.

S2: When we finally found a common idea that we can work together on and start brainstorming further. The communication and collaboration really surprised me and we couldn’t have done it without each other.

9) How do you manage feelings of doubt?

S1: We didn’t feel lots of doubt because we were supporting each other all the time. A lot of things we made were good and the teacher helped us intellectually and literally with constructive feedback. At the one time we thought we might give up, we said to ourselves that we need to finish this and that is what is important, all that matters is that we present our work and if it is accepted, fine, and if not, fine again.

S2: We focus on why we started this and how we can grow as individuals through it.

10) What makes an entrepreneur successful?

S1: An entrepreneur is successful when he or she has a team around him and the users enjoy the products. He or she is a problem solver for the world and people appreciate that his business makes the world a better place.

S2: For us the success would be to reach the goal and complete a plan before moving on to the next big idea.

Thank you for talking to us. Good luck with your business venture ideas in the future!

‘The way to get started is to quit talking and start doing.’ – Walt Disney

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References (Accessed on 16/06/22) https://www.risinginnovator.com/2019/05/25-awesome-quotes-for-young-entrepreneur s/ https://www.socialstudies.org/system/files/publications/articles/yl_220308.pdf

We thank you for your time in advance and for your incessant enthusiasm and support in sustaining the Journalism Club.

We wish you happy readings of Pineword’s Spring edition of 2021-22!

by The Editor Dr Zoi Tsiviltidou Grade 4 Teacher

READ MORE about our JOURNALISM CLUB here!

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OVERCOMING THE BEARINGS OF PROCRASTINATION A slightly sarcastic, slightly helpful, but extremely ironic commentary

by Kalypso Isaidou

It is currently 11.24 pm as I’m writing this, after what has seemed like a long day of procrastination. It seems that no matter how much work I intend to do or how seriously I start my day, slowly I lose my focus and forget all about researching how Second Wave Feminism began. It’s always ‘Oh I’ll start after dinner,’ closely followed by ‘Oh I’ll watch ONE more episode,’ and I find that after 5 hours of TV my essay has still not magically written itself. There’s only one reason for it: the consequences of my long-lived procrastination.

It’s an awful sounding word, procrastination (who even thought of stringing all those letters together in the same word). At its best, an indulgence of all things that relax you, at its worst (as it usually is) it’s comprised mostly of irrelevant and oftentimes useless things.

And yet, there’s something so sedating about deliberately delaying what needs to be done.

Not just because the thought of having to do work is infuriating, but that, in the end, it seems as though everything will get done - so why not relax in the meantime?

Fast-forward to a few days or - daresay - hours later, and everything is now on the verge of collapsing. It’s quickly becoming a breakdown of panic, stress, and overwhelming nausea as you realize that the massive essay you were meant to hand in is still not done and the deadline is seemingly impossible. And somehow, something happens, and you’ve actually managed to type it out, bibliography and all, and you sit and wonder ‘Isn’t it funny how fast things get done under pressure?.’ And so now the lab report you’re meant to hand in is also negated because now you think ‘Well if I could finish that essay in an hour, why start the lab report now?’

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And so, as thrilling and endless as the cycle of procrastination is, even I have now realized there’s no way to keep doing this. Slowly finishing IB1 I’m now surrounded by an entire class panicking to reach deadlines for their Math IA or English IO or goodness knows what probably another new, horrendous assignment to do in the span of a week. Not only does it seem that May is now a trapzone of summatives and assignments, but exams are also just one month away. Have I begun revising? I think we know the answer to that, thank you very much. And maybe it’s the realization of the things I have yet to study, or the fact that I recently dyed my hair blue to avoid writing my TOK exhibition, but it seems I’m having my epiphany. And so now, more than ever, my procrastination must come to an end. And perhaps it’s time for yours to as well. So, here is how I’ve figured out some ways to stop thinking about the Heartstopper pages I still haven’t read (thanks Anna :)) and focus on the reliability of cognitive processes (how ironic).

1. Putting Your Phone Away (yes, I’m serious) As someone who admittedly neglects her phone as much as possible, even I find it problematic to have it close to me as I’m doing my work. And sometimes I genuinely do need it to ask people ‘What is going on??’ when I open up THAT chapter of the book, but most times I inevitably scroll through my entire feed to look at the same 10 pictures of Timothee Chalamet and Jimi Hendrix I’ve already seen before (coincidentally the images I chose above). And I know that I’m not the only one who gets so easily distracted, so I think this is perhaps the biggest favour you can do yourself. Not only do you literally have nothing fun to look at anymore (you’re welcome) but you’ll soon forget the relentless need of having to check it every 5 minutes.

2. Listen to Music - or keep your headphones on Personally, I can’t say listening to music isn’t a massive distraction for me, but at this point I cannot do anything without it. Usually, I will end up singing along (well singing is a nice way of putting it) but I will actually change my focus to whichever song I’m on and listen to it again until I’ve given it the full attention it deserves. BUT, listening to music without lyrics classical, jazz, Lo-Fi - whatever it is you like, is gonna help shift the focus back onto your topic and block out the rest of the distractions (like your mum watching reality TV at full volume). Still, if music is distracting, you can swap it out for white noise or just keep your headphones on without anything playing - somehow the substantial weight on your head seems to keep you grounded to what you’re meant to do.

3. Time Yourself (it’s almost as if i’m trying to make it more stressful) Of course, this might sound very contradictory to trying to overcome the burdens of deadlines in light of procrastination, but timing yourself can actually really help to stay on topic and get things done. And I don’t mean long stretches of time, but short periods of 20, 30 or 50 minutes trying to finish a section or assignment. Not only are you gonna realize how long it takes you to do one thing but it also helps you achieve little tasks that make you feel more capable to finish the rest (and you are capable). Oftentimes I always find it amazing how in 20 minutes I only manage to write the title (every little bit does count though). But it’s definitely something to keep in mind.

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4. Take Breaks (told you this was ironic) Now look, I know the whole point is to escape this loop of taking ‘intermissions’ from work (more like a sabbatical), but taking small breaks are completely different (promise). In these breaks you should go for a walk or sit outside or eat or drink, but whatever it is, you should get away from your work or studies for 10-20 minutes to refresh yourself. Crack your backbone if you must (worse noise than saying ‘procrastination’), but, in the end, it will really help clear your mind and see your work either from a new perspective or regain your focus. So, taking a break every once in a while is also seemingly necessary to regaining control.

Sadly, this is where my amazing advice has come to an end. And I know you’re thinking ‘What will I do without you, Kalypso?’ Well, hopefully you’ll have an epiphany of your own and are now on your way to finish that assignment or chapter. But, if you’re like me, you probably haven’t listened to a word and are still thinking about how much longer you can put it all off. And I’m not here to blame you or tell you what to do, because just like you I’m here procrastinating myself. And so, it’s now 12.13 am (I usually fall asleep at 10, not sure what’s happening) and I have nothing left to say and decidedly now going to bed. Turns out I haven’t written my CAS project paper like I planned, but oh well, there’s always tomorrow.

Or Sunday. Or June. And I know that tomorrow I will probably go through the whole facade again. But maybe my wonderful epiphany is about learning to accept that fact (?). Because in the end, it’s all going to get done, right?

References (Accessed on 30/04/22) https://www.coupdemainmagazine.com/timothee-chalamet/16401 https://guitar.com/features/opinion-analysis/most-expensive-guitars-ever-sold/

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MY REASONS TO DREAM OF THE ISLANDS And, yes, to book a ticket to visit them too

by Alexandra Diamantopoulou During the final exams of each school year, when yellow sticky notes aren't helping me concentrate, I attempt to avoid utilizing my dusty classroom notes and rely on my lifelong habit of daydreaming to keep my bravery to stay focused on the course. In violation of any devotional etiquette of which I am otherwise all too conscious, I unrepentantly fantasize again and again to rediscover my strength and inner peace.

Strangely, it appears that being finally calm only occurs when I don't use any imaginary protocol in my wild fantasy and simply imagine returning to my favorite islands. If you ask me why, it’s possibly because I have owned so many uniquely beautiful images of the dry and windy Aegean islands emerging through a blue and gold background, dating back to my early childhood memories.

As I recall, life there becomes brighter, more colorful, uncomplicated, and tranquil. It has a calming effect that allows me to cope with any hectic time of the year.

The blue The breathtaking boundless blue of the Aegean Sea is captured in infinite blue colors that spread as far as the eyes can perceive. The blue is flawlessly merged with the white of the waves and the clouds of the Mediterranean sky. If you close your eyes, you may dream of an all-blue natural wonder! Jump in the water with your eyes closed. It's the most revitalizing feeling! Sail away, and you'll realize, like Odysseus, that the trip is more essential than the destination.

Such a thought-provoking focus amid final exam season! Yet, this is how far the inconceivable blue of the Greek Sea can take you “in the midst of your naked vigor”!

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The light My daydreams are not merely captivated by the Aegean Sea's azure waters. The light emerges as the archipelago's heart, and it is a vibrant light that creates a stunning backdrop for the charming villages on the islands. Many would argue that the sunshine that sparkles in the sea, outshines against the whitewashed homes and overheats the dry cliffs of the Cyclades is the very spirit of the islands. Even sitting at my computer, I may become overwhelmed simply thinking about the sun's colors softly receding towards the horizon after filling the sky with wonder. Above all else, it is light that has sculpted the islands into what they are today!

The warmth Beaches are dreamy places, but it's the healing effect of the sand on the beach that has stayed with me forever. The warm grains of sand contact my heart more easily when I close my eyes and take a deep breath, and I know I'm at the perfect place. The warmth of fantasizing about taking barefoot steps on it quickly relaxes my tired mind from unresolved trigonometry problems or the tangle of chemical reaction formulas. I am not bothered by any unwanted thoughts in the world of my happy beach daydreaming time. A day spent at the beach is never wasted. Every problem may go away in this haven of pure joy and relaxation.

The warmth seems like a distant, sweet memory!

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I long for the sea!

The blue that soothes!

I long for the light!

The reflection of the sun, whose vibrancy is alluring!

And the beauty of its sunset is seductive!

I long for the warmth!

The sand crystals that spread cheerful smiles smoothly and abundantly!

I daydream islands...

I just want to get away; summer is my time!

References (Accessed on 15/05/22) http://www.pennilesspress.co.uk/poetry/reflections_on_odysseus_elytis.htm https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/odysseus-elytis

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A SHORT STORY Written for University Applications

by Nick Karamichalis Hushed winds blew through the forested valley. As they rushed through the leaves, the trees partook in conversation, whispering ever so slightly as their branches swayed in nature’s breath. Sunlight warmed the earth, brightening the land, and all the while casting shadows into the deepest crevices of the world, where darkness may be birthed. As the sun’s radiance shone down brilliantly, a few of its rays broke through the dense foliage, to rest upon the great structures of a hidden city, founded during a past age at the crossroads of ancient nations.

These structures, however, had long been overtaken by moss, vines, and the slow, inevitable grip of time. The cacophony of bustling lanes and busy streets was reduced to the whisper of the wind, just as it once was, centuries prior. The only evidence of this crumbling ruin’s existence was a high tower, piercing the forest’s roof, as a needle might to silk. It acted as a beacon in the minds of curious travelers, for the enticing light of treasures lying in wait often eclipses the shadows that do the same. Worn roads weaved through the forgotten burg, a memorial to the weary feet that trod along them. As all else, they now bask in silence, perhaps to the good of all. For forests may withhold secrets, some of which should indeed be such.

Everything eventually does come about, whether earlier or later, and thus it was inevitable that a traveler was set on these old paths. And as the unknowing and curious traveler he was, he allowed the needle to catch his naive, wandering eye and weave its blinding tapestry over him. And in his ignorance did he steer himself into the valley.

Although unnoticable over the thunder of the traveler’s steed, the trees and the wind had stopped their gossip and offered a tranquil silence.

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— The horse’s hooves pounded against the overgrown path. The traveler rode swiftly, as his horse carried little; having been on the trail for days, his supplies ran short. Hailing from the Southern Kingdoms, built on the shores of the Unending Sea, he wore little but the cloth tunic, trousers, and boots of any common man. He possessed nothing of value, save his horse, which was of a fine breed, well cared for and with a sleek black coat. Was this the reason for his search for lands long cast away and forgotten by man? Perhaps it was the adventurous nature of his people, called ceaselessly forth by the beckonings of the unknown. Perhaps it was a lust for fame or honor. Perhaps he was only trying to make something of himself, to find his place in life, as one might desire.

Whatever his intentions, on he rode, heedless of the warnings given by his empty satchel. Guided by the needle, the traveler and his mount began their descent into the lush, green valley. Dense undergrowth prolonged this, and the horse’s sprint devolved into a trot.

Despite the lively appearance of the valley, the forest was strangely silent, devoid even of a bird’s chirping. It was as though all life had abandoned the land, forfeiting it to nature’s will.

The traveler carried on deeper still, not to be deterred. The greenery seemingly thickened with each step. Foliage rejected the sun’s gift of light, hindering the traveler’s vision and making navigation all the more difficult. Day and night melded into one, time spiraling into an illusion. Minutes, hours, and days passed at once.

The darkness was oppressive, and being jailed in the depths of the wood birthed in the traveler a sort of desperation, although it cannot be told exactly for what. The canopy blocked out not only sunlight, but reality, locking the man in a trance, hopelessly lost in his mind’s quest of naivety. Vision faded and the world blurred, speeding and slowing simultaneously. The traveler’s grip loosened. His mind momentarily unhinged. The vast shade engulfed him, whispering from the mists. The world fell into place. Impact left the lone traveler stunned. All was still, silent. Distantly, a horse’s gallop could be heard. Looking up, the traveler beheld his beloved steed, the shadows of the valley slowly enveloping it, until the world truly did lay silent.

The fall had rendered the man disoriented, forgetful, and alone. The fragile silence shattered as he stood, and began to run. His eyes darted every which way, in search of his prized mount. He grew more frantic each second, but the darkness blocked him in, like a moving cage, a room with no door. His run degraded until the pains struck him like a blacksmith’s hammer would to iron. Driven by lust, and then desperation, he had ignored his most basic needs.

The hunger gradually surfaced into his mind as he walked forward, praying he was moving towards the beguiling needle, its presence still somehow laced into his drive. It was subtle at first, bearable. As he continued though, the pangs grew in severity, until he was clutching himself, willing his stomach not to cave in. Minutes passed as hours, and he willed himself on as any might, flinging what little hope he could muster into the forefront of his mind.

In spite of his best efforts, the traveler could hold out no longer, collapsing onto a soft, welcoming mattress of moss on the forest floor, warmed by gentle rays from the sun.

Falling between his waking state, the Earth opened and he plummeted into the welcoming chasm of his body’s demise, perpetually hurtling through the abyss.

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It began as a soft muttering. Gradually increasing in intensity, its auditory spear pierced the hazy darkness. A rushing sound. The traveler’s eyelids split, and he jolted upright with a renewed strength. Water. Contrary to expectation, moonlight shone through the trees’ leafy roof, revealing a gentle stream cutting through the land. A thin fog blanketed the soil, and as the traveler rushed to the river and drank deeply of the sweet spirit of the gods, his body was chilled by the latent haze.

Though his thirst was quenched, the traveler’s satchel remained hollow, as did his stomach. As he stood, the traveler sensed a presence. Reaching for his dagger, the man unsheathed it to behold a deer stepping drifting through the undergrowth. As though a fallen angel, the deer’s pearl coat of fur momentarily blinded the traveler with awe. The demigod bent its neck down gracefully, partaking too in the waters of the Earth.

A sinister glint flashed across his eyes. The traveler’s stance widened. An unholy screech. The crude dagger plunged through the delicate fur. An uncontrollable craze. The creature ripped the flesh from the bones of the messenger of the gates. Crimson. The river flowed red and a fire blazed. The guardian’s coat was tarnished by man’s savagery. A mangled carcass lay discarded along the riverbank. The man slowly cooked a leg of meat over the bonfire. Its crackle was comforting, and soon enough, the traveler’s strength was renewed.

— The traveler’s pace was steady and confident as he pressed on. Almost as though the great needle was drawing him in one last time, he knew he had entered the heart of the valley.

The foliage began to part, nearly in his wake, and guided by the shadow’s absence, the curious wanderer stumbled onto the forsaken grounds of a city long ago lost. Its colossal stone walls and edifices loomed, blocking out the moonlight poking through the leaves.

Gates that once might have stopped battalions of invaders now stood shattered and ajar, at war with the vines now overtaking their surfaces. A mist enveloped the metropolis, continuing to hinder sight. Although the burg was devoid of life, save grasses, mosses, and trees that dominated it, the winds retold the city’s tales of prosperity, giving voice to the long dead residents of the massive, encroaching structures.

Treading the paths of the discarded town, the wanderer found himself at the source of the dream and of the nightmare. The needle. It seemed as though it was a temple of some kind, of a long forgotten cult of old. Its plinth was an immense staircase, leading up to a small altar, which was situated in a room with large openings on all sides. On top of this chamber, the spire began, ascending towards the heavens with its corrupting tip. The wanderer began climbing to the altar, perhaps in hopes of riches he had so expertly been convinced of.

The altar was an engraved surface, which stood about as high as the wanderer’s shoulders. The writings were in an unintelligible, nearly alien language. The altar’s base was submerged in a shallow pool of the purest water, shimmering in a most captivating manner.

The waters blinded him in desire, for the enticing light of treasures lying in wait often eclipses the shadows that do the same. He stepped forward.

A searing pain shot up his leg. He submitted, collapsing to his knees, from where he beheld a cobra, perched upon the altar’s throne. It too glimmered, fluctuating and bending as the waters did. Its mortal shell fractured, and the wanderer witnessed its grotesque transformation. The demonic being’s cosmic form was revealed, starting where it should

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end, its aspect incomprehensible by human thought. It was infinite and limited, its blasphemous figure unleashed. The man was horrified by its mouths, lined with eyes of insight, shocked by its arms that grew arms, petrified by its presence, indescribable by human speech. Its defiled body beckoned the wanderer forth. The water no longer shimmered in the moonlight, for there was no illumination, neither was there water.

Peering into where the pool once was, the stones lurched open, welcoming the wanderer into creation. The cosmos blinked before the simple man, releasing his mind from its fragile boundaries. Structure cracked, pulling his consciousness into the realm of the undefined.

Falling between his waking state, the Earth opened and he plummeted into the welcoming chasm of his soul’s demise, perpetually hurtling through the abyss.

— Three men crossed the gentle peak of the gorge, the valley stretching before them. They traveled slowly, their horses moving with a steady trot. The sun’s luminance cast warmth upon the land, and the forest was as tranquil as ever. A black spot could be seen, not too far in the distance, quickly closing the gap between itself and the patrol.

“D’you hear that?”, uttered one of the men, as the thundering sound of the black entity grew louder.

“Looks like someone's horse bolted on ‘em. Poor soul,”. The group halted beholding the steed’s approach. Having been startled quite badly, the horse seemed only to notice the patrol until it had nearly ran into them. It skidded to a halt. One of the group, the captain, realized then, “Hold on now. I recognize this one. It’s that young boy’s! Beckett’s lad,”.

“Y’know, I think you may be right about that one. Ambitious young man, that one,”.

“The question remains though. Where is the young ‘un?” wondered one of the garrison. The men dismounted, inching closer to the lost horse, and calming it with familiarity. One of them went around the luxurious creature, searching its saddle bag for any sign of the traveler gone astray. To his surprise, the satchel was empty, not even having food within.

“Was he robbed? His bag’s empty!”, inquired the man.

“Empty?”.

“I don’t think so. He left town a while back, I remember seeing him ride out. Sure, he could’ve been robbed, but there aren’t many bandits ‘round here, and in my experience they don’t often kill. His mount’s unscathed as well,” reasoned the captain.

“Well then, if he wasn’t killed, what happened?”.

— The end References (Accessed on 06/05/22) https://edsurge.imgix.net/uploads/post/image/10284/Creative_Writing_Assessment-15 06744322.jpg?auto=compress%2Cformat&w=2000&h=810&fit=crop

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RECIPE

Medovik

Ingredients For the burnt honey: ● ●

¾ cup wildflower honey 3 tablespoons cold water

For the cake layers: ● ● ● ● ● ● ●

14 tablespoons unsalted butter 1 cup white sugar ¾ cup wildflower honey 6 large cold eggs 2 ½ teaspoons baking soda 1 teaspoon ground cinnamon 3 ¾ cups all-purpose flour

For the frosting ● ●

4 cups cold heavy whipping cream ¾ cup sour cream

Preparation 1.

Prep time: 45 minutes Cook time: 45 minutes Serves: 12 people

by Daria Kachalkova

https://www.allrecipes.com/recipe/277220/r ussian-honey-cake/

Pour honey into a deep saucepan over medium heat. Boil until a shade darker and whisk in cold water. Preheat the oven. Line a baking sheet with a silicone mat. Place a mixing bowl and a whisk in the refrigerator.

2. Place a large metal bowl over the lowest heat setting on the stovetop.

Add butter, sugar, 1/4 cup of the burnt honey, and regular wildflower honey. Let sit until butter melts.

3. Meanwhile, combine baking soda, salt, and cinnamon in a small bowl.

Whisk butter and eggs. Keep mixture over low heat until it gets very warm again; whisk in baking soda mixture. Remove from heat. Sift in flour in 2 or 3 additions, stirring well.

4. Transfer about 1/2 cup batter onto the prepared baking sheet. Spread into an 8- or 9-inch circle using an offset spatula. Shake and tap the pan to knock out any air bubbles.

5. Bake in the preheated oven until lightly browned, 6 to 7 minutes.

Remove liner from the pan and let the cake layer continue cooling until firm enough to remove, 6 to 7 minutes. Invert cake onto a round of parchment paper. Repeat until you have a total of 8 cake layers.

6. Spread remaining butter onto the lined baking sheet. Bake for about 10 minutes. Remove from the oven and cut into small pieces; toss with reserved cake scraps.

7. Return to the oven and continue to bake until browned, 7 to 10 minutes more. Let cool. Transfer to a resealable bag and beat using a rolling pin.

Set aside.

8. Remove the bowl and whisk from the refrigerator. Pour in heavy cream.

Whisk until soft peaks form. Add remaining burnt honey and sour cream; continue whisking.

9. Place a cake layer on a parchment paper round on top of a pizza pan or serving plate. Spread a cup of frosting evenly on top, almost to the edge.

Repeat with cake layers and frosting, pressing the layers in smooth-side down. Place the last cake layer smooth-side up. Frost the top and sides of the cake. Cover with crumbs; clean any excess crumbs around the base.

10. Cover with plastic wrap and refrigerate overnight. Transfer to a cake stand using 2 spatulas. Cut and serve.

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A POEM WE WROTE FOR YOU

Tell me

Tell me please about my future What should I expect from him What will be the goddess daughter That will faith my soul Come in I will be a stronger lady That will fight the word from him I won’t be a perfect home wife I’ll better show my mind Exit no, and never in Not a mother, or a father Will be helpful Right in front But I’ll save and carry my thoughts For the revolutionary court

by Daria Kachalkova

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AN NGO WE SUPPORT AND FOLLOW

https://actionaid.org/

By Phaedra Voulgari

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A MUSEUM WE HEARD ABOUT

https://www.wienmuseum.at/en

by Josephine De Cataldo

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A SCHOOL OF LIFE VIDEO WE LIKED

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fI1OeMmwYjU&ab_channel=TheSchoolofLife

by Kalypso Isaidou

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A TEDX/TED-ED VIDEO WE WATCHED

How to Get Your Brain to Focus by Chris Bailey

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hu4Yvq-g7_Y

by Nick Karamichalis

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AN ASTRONOMY FUN FACT

NASA's Hubble Space Telescope has established an extraordinary new benchmark: detecting the light of a star that existed within the first billion years after the universe's birth in the big bang, the farthest individual star ever seen to date. https://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2022/03/220330124628.html

by The Editor

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A PEANUTS COMIC REVAMPED

https://i.pinimg.com/originals/1d/6b/92/1d6b92f10fdd3980ceb24771c5dd42a9.jpg

by Pavlos Paraschoudis

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Thank you!

Pinewood Journalism Club’s Pineword 2021-2022 Spring Issue