Suffield Art Review

A Art s review 2010-2011

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“Art is the most intense mode of individualism that the world has known.”

- Oscar Wilde

“And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise.

The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.”

-Sylvia Plath

mission Suffield Academy is a coeducational, independent secondary school serving a diverse community of boarding and day students. Our school has a tradition of academic excellence combined with a strong work ethic. A commitment to scholarship and a respect for individual differences guide our teaching and curriculum. We engender among our students a sense of responsibility, and they are challenged to grow in a structured and nurturing environment. The entire academic, athletic, and extracurricular experience prepares our students for a lifetime of learning, leadership, and active citizenship. non-discrimination Suffield Academy does not discriminate on the basis of sex, race, color, religion, creed, national or ethnic origin, citizenship, physical attributes, disability, age, or sexual orientation. We administer our admissions, financial aid, educational, athletic, extracurricular, and other policies so that each student is equally accorded all the rights, privileges, programs, and facilities made available by the school.

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lauren booth ’12

P4 Tara Keady ’11, Shaquille Anthony Phillips-Breedlove ’12 P5 Tara Keady ’11 P6 Avery Schuster ’11 P7 Charlotte Hinrichs ’14, Tyler Brooks ’11 P8

John Ferguson ’11, Javier Sanz moxo ’11, Shaquille Anthony Phillips-Breedlove ’12

P9 Reid Hollister ’12 P10 Zoe Zhang ’13 P11 Tara Keady ’11 P12 Caroline Leonard ’12 P13 Taylor Peucker ’11 P14 Shaquille Anthony Phillips-Breedlove ’12, Joey Palomba ’11 P15 Griffin Murray ’11 P16 Avery Schuster ’11 P17 Natasha Sankalia ’11, Lohen Parchment ’12 P18 Gabriel Appleby ’12, Emilio Rocha ’13 P19 Caroline Leonard ’12 P20

Pixie Clauson ’12

P21 Andres Fernandez ’13, Giulia Guarducci ’11 P22 Teresa Sweeney ’12 P23 Caroline Vianney ’14 P24 Caroline Leonard ’12 P25 Sarah Willis ’11 P26 Izzy McDonald ’12, Taylor Peucker ’11 P27 Sarah Hong ’13 P28 Ben Mayne ’13 P30 Sarah Hong ’13 P31 Carly McGuinn ’11, Joey Palomba ’11 P32 Ciara Beaulieu ’12, Neelam Mahtani ’14, Paul Metscher ’13 P33 Reid Hollister ’12 P34 Caroline Leonard ’12 P35 Chris Sonberg ’12, Maire Casey ’12, Emma Cohen ’12 P36 Grace Vianney ’12 P37 Tara Keady ’11 P38 Caroline Vianney ’14 P39

John Ferguson ’11

Tara Keady

everyone needs it Love is the optimistic universe running through our minds and veins carrying away the stress and pains that give truculent thoughts, that disturb you and your state of tranquility, and that defies you and your ability to feel Love is when you have the temerity to fight through the mirrors of deception and find a better cause to love and its exceptions Love can put you through a state of mind that can make you repose to think about life in a better way so that it makes you feel safe Love is finding that someone who can give you company in a dying need to esteem and blow some steam out of your system Love is when you find someone who doesn’t make you feel imprisoned in a life of fantasy fiction So stop trippin, love, everyone needs it Shaquille Anthony phillips-Breedlove

They listen to the bass thumping.

At the bar, there are tons of people.

They are all dancing to the music.

The ceiling is low and there is dim light.

The temperature continues to rise as more people enter the building.

Everyone is swarming throughout the crowd.

He spots her among the massive crowd in sync with the beat, her foot is thumping.

He makes his way to the other side of the building.

There is difficulty weaving a path through people.

Her face looks beautiful, as if under a spot light.

Watching her carefully, he sees her lips moving to the words of the music.

Wondering what she’s like, he plans to ask her how she likes the music.

He glances up at the band, which is pleasing the crowd.

Dancers squint their eyes, blinded by the dance floor’s flashing strobe light.

Dancing up and down to the beat creates a melodic, reverberated thumping.

He finally makes his way over to her through the people.

As they gaze into each other’s eye, sexual tension is building.

After conversing for several minutes, they exit the building.

As they walk outside, they can softly hear the music.

She’s always been part of an elite group of people.

He’s one to just go with the crowd.

Walking by several bars along the strip, they listen to sounds indoors thumping.

They wait to cross the street as the green light turns to a red light.

The city glows with sporadic light.

They pass by a brick building.

Sirens and horns in the distance moan, continually thumping.

She hums along, even though there is no music.

Her body and its perfume make his thoughts crowd.

She’s not like other people.

As they begin to waltz down the block, they receive glares from passing people.

He is joyful and feels unusually light.

As they enter her apartment, they separate themselves from the crowd.

It’s quiet once they’re in the building.

Drifting off to the echoing music.

They are so nervous their hearts are wildly thumping.

At odd hours people are coming in and out of the building Several Lamps create dim light, which softly buzz making music.

As they say, three’s a crowd, so just their two hearts come closer, thumping.

Tara Keady

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“Birch trees “ avery schuster

winter is a time‌ where snow should be on the ground and falling from the sky; where you can cuddle up with someone even though you are already warm; when the biggest thrill you know is when you go sledding down the biggest hill you can find with your best friends; be comforted by the warmth of a fire; when you know you have to be on the look out for snowballs on the way to class; when pushing people into snow-banks becomes a sport; and where you can drink as much hot chocolate as you want, and can act like a child as much as you want in this wonderful snowy winter land!

Charlotte Hinrichs

three haiku Snowfall is beauty But what a relief when spring Turns white into green Winter makes me blue But without it, summer sun Would not be so warm Whenever I try To write something deep, I just Write about the seasons Tyler Brooks

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You mean a lot to me You are the core to my earth You are my first, second, last, and my everything because there is no limit to what you are worth You have awakened the birth of my emotions That’s why when I’m around you my mind is constantly coasting because I am lost in your beautiful eyes and no matter how hard I try I can not deny that I would to be by your side But… for some strange reason I’m never enough I don’t know if it’s me, or whether you have a problem with trust But… you can trust and believe that my love for you is not hidden by lust So… if I must… then I will… tell you that you are the reason I feel the way that I feel, and that my love for you is nothing but real You are the most beautiful, gorgeous, amazing, and outstanding being on this planet I would get arrested under your laws just so that I can be your bandit Listen closely to your heart so that you can further understand it…

That I want to be your man, your biggest fan, and I will stand by your side through any and everything because that’s my plan Shaquille Anthony Phillips-Breedlove

confusion She can change your life, Your future.

It lives inside you, And never goes away, Consuming you every second that goes by.

Confusion and more confusion.

Please leave me alone!

Go away! Let me be decisive.

The mountains await Through the night they sleep Waiting to take breaths

She has already killed many people, Broken many relationships, Overwhelmed many people, Many.

John Ferguson

She is a spirit, Evil spirit.

It’s like a parasite, She needs to live inside you And never leave.

We are all forced to live with her.

Javier Sanz 8

Reid Hollister

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“abstraction of dress”

zoe zhang

Dear Dad,

I’m sorry I wasn’t in touch sooner, but your crazy new wife tried to kill me. I was wandering around the woods

and met these dwarves. I know it sounds sketchy, but they’re really nice and harmless. I got lost in the forest because your monster of a wife is determined to have me dead. Some mirror told her I was fairer than her, and I guess jealousy got the best of her, and as a result she tried to kill me. I had been having a great time with the dwarves, but Stepmother came to the seven dwarves’ cottage disguised, tempting me to eat an apple. I know, I know, never take things from strangers, but hey, an apple seemed innocent! I ended up falling fast asleep. The poor dwarves had no idea what to do with me. Turns out the only way to wake me from my sleep were true love’s kiss. Before this whole 10

adventure, I didn’t see Prince Charming in the near future. But, he ended up finding me while I was in my unconscious state, kissed me, and here I am! We’re getting married next month at his castle; the invitation should be out shortly. I’ll come by next week to catch up, but she better not be there. You can do so much better, Dad. See you soon!

Xoxo, Snow Tara Keady

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A Caroline Leonard

“smoker” jesse milne

It has left kids alone with babysitters, It has won championship games, It has united a couple for fifty years.

It tells you secrets in hopes that you’ll keep them It has created victims It has created friendships It is embracing, infinite, and essential in life It sits alone at a restaurant waiting for someone to arrive It is a responsibility It can be very easily broken or very easily gained But once you’ve lost it, it’s hard to get it back It is Trust.

Taylor Peucker

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something special You lifted me off this Earth with the deep and passionate words of angel I thought beautiful girls meeting unfortunate guys only happened in fairytales and fables You jump started my life with fondness, jubilation, happiness, and ardor I’m still in a state of revelation of how I ask god for a miracle, and he gave me more You are truly a gift sent down from heaven above You have taught me so many things, but the main tool is love Love comes from 40% of the heart and 60% from the mind That’s why I take and spend so much of my time

to thinking of how your smile sends chills down my spine

I thought I would never find someone who could realize the essence of my words Before I met you my future in love felt gray and dull like a blur So I promise you I will be nothing less than your perfect man And don’t worry this is not a commercial what I say is not a scam Shaquille Anthony Phillips-Breedlove

a sonnet for rain On an ideal night for reconciliation, an elusive sky, a beaten path, and a reflective soul, as I stood out blanketed by rainfall, I saw another identity washed away.

The orange April sunset and the whisper of birch, all obvious, childish, far from the pleasure of shaking branches and soaking clothes and the puddles that jump with each small drop.

What a relationship: the Earth and rain; the ground embraces its drips or lets them flow, all while it dims out her other sounds and the rain cleanses each rock, tree, and bone.

Red, the heart of man craves only shelter from the rain, but his spirit longs for the cleansing of the Flood.

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“tiger” julie doten

it It sits there and stares at you as you come forward to visit him, It scoffs at the flowers you bring, It taunts you as it swims in your pool of tears, It whispers in your ear, telling you that you’re the reason why he is dead, It lies within his mothers broken eyes, as you try to say your sorry, It keeps you awake in the silence of the night, by plastering your walls with the vision of his face.

What is “It”, this thing I speak of, So cruel and unforgiving, It is the regret that haunts me, An eternal punishment, …that never stops giving.

GJM

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“Hands” avery schuster

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oda a la vela

ode to the candle

La vela es demasiado

The candle is

poderosa,

very powerful,

puede iluminar cualquier cuarto,

it can light up any room,

en cualquiera casa

in any house

con cualquiera compañía.

with any company.

La vela simboliza la esperanza.

The candle symbolizes hope.

Es una manera de

It is a way to

escapar de todos los problemas

escape all the problems

en su vida y encontrar una solución

in your life and find a solution

a la luz de la vela.

by the light of the candle.

El aroma dulce puede

The sweet smell can

alegrar su humor a pesar

lighten your mood despite

de la situación.

the situation.

Es una vela perfecta.

It is a perfect candle.

Natasha Sankalia

Oda a las tijeras

Ode to the scissors

Ay magnificas tijeras

Oh magnificent scissors

La manera en la que te deslizas por los papeles

The way you glide through papers or fabric

o hasta la fábrica

Your legs are as powerful as the sword of

Tus piernas son tan poderosas como la espada

Alexander the Great

de Alexander El Grande

and your legs are as bright

Y tus piernas tan brillantes como los rayos del sol

as the sun’s rays

Yo necesito tu fuerza para que puedas rasgar mi

I need your strength so you can rip my problems

problemas

You are my savior

Tu eres mi salvadora

Your come in many shapes and many sizes

Tu vienes en muchas formas y muchos tamaños

And you have the power

Y tu tienes el poder de dividir casi cualquier cosa

to divide almost anything

en dos partes

in two parts

Ay magníficas tijeras

Oh magnificent scissors.

Lohen Parchment 17

Oda al reloj

Ode to the clock

El sonido de tu tictac

The sound of your ticking

Es como música a las orejas

Is like music to my ears

La cara con manecillas

Your face with clock hands

Es belleza para los ojos cansados.

Is beautiful for tired eyes

El guardia del tiempo

The keeper of time

Uno que nunca miente

One that never minds

Siempre está calculando los segundos

Always calculating the seconds

Hasta que yo pueda estar libre.

Until I can be free Gabriel Appleby

Oda al blackberry

Ode to the blackberry

El blackberry se parece a la enorme noche

The blackberry looks like the enormous

pero sin las estrellas, negra y profunda.

night without the stars, black and deep.

Si querría podría ser más inteligente que

If it wanted to it could be more intelligent

todos nosotros.

than all of us.

Es pequeño pero tiene el poder de un

It’s small but it has the power of a lion.

dinosaurio.

It keeps all of your secrets and

Guarda todos tus secretos y conversaciones.

conversations.

Lo puedes personalizar como quieras.

You can personalize it in so many ways.

Hay diferentes modelos y muy pronto será tu

There are different models and very soon it

mejor amigo. El blackberry.

will be your best friend.

The blackberry

Emilio Rocha

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Caroline Leonard

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“Skull” pixie clauson

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Oda a la guitarra

Ode to the guitar

Que bonito es el instrumento. Con sólo seis

How beautiful the instrument is. With only

cuerdas, puede hacer más de 100 diferentes

six strings, it can make more than 100

sonidos. La guitarra suena mejor que un

different sounds. The guitar sounds better

ángel cantando una canción de Mozart.

that an angel singing a song composed by

Cuando lo conectas a un amplificador con

Mozart. When it is connected to an amplifier

un cable, el bonito sonido que hace, ahora

with a cable, its beautiful sound can now be

se puede escuchar veinte veces mas alto.

heard twenty times as loud.

Las guitarras vienen en mucha variedad.

The guitars come in many varieties. There

Hay las eléctricas y acústicas, de diferentes

are electrics and acoustics of many different

marcas y colores. Su magia no se puede

brands and colors. Its magic cannot be

comprar con nada mas. Es el mejor objeto

compared to anything else. It’s the best

que los humanos han creado.

object that the humans have ever created.

Andrés Fernández

Oda a la pluma

Ode to the pen

Oda a la pluma

Ode to the pen

Se puede inventar nuestra historia

You can invent your own story

Se puede dibujar las flores

You can draw flowers

Con todos los colores

And all of its colors

Oda a la pluma

Ode to the pen

El papel y la pluma

Paper and pen

Un equipo mejor que el equipo de fútbol español

A team better the spanish soccer one

Aquí para ayudarnos a recordar

Here to help us remember

Y para mostrar

And to show us

Oda a la pluma

Ode to the pen

Contigo se puede pintar el mundo

With you we can paint the World

Se puede borrar lo malo

We can earase the bad

Contigo se puede hacer de todo

With you we can do everything

Malo y bueno

Good and bad

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Oda al teléfono celular

Ode to the cell phone

Para mi, esto es algo necesario.

For me, this is necessary

Un teléfono celular puede hacer

A Cell phone can do

un montón de cosas que no piensas

A ton of things that no one thought

posible en una cosa que entra

Possible in a thing that is held

en la palma de la mano

In the palm of the hand

Ahora se puede hacer una llamada,

Now people can make a call,

como los teléfonos regulares,

Like regular phones,

pero también puede usarse como una cámara, o

But they can also be used as a camera,

a veces una computadora.

Or at times a computer.

Lo más importante que se puede

The most important thing that

hacer con un teléfono celular,

Can be done with a cell phone,

es mandar un text.

Is to send a text,

Si yo no puedo mandar un text,

If I can’t send a text,

no sé que haré con mi vida.

I don’t know what I will do with my life.

Si, es así de importante.

Yes, it is that important.

Estas son las cosas que el teléfono puede hacer,

Those are the things that the phone can do,

pero el teléfono tiene mas cualidades.

But the phone has many qualities.

Hay tantos y tantos de los que se puede elegir.

There are many many that can be chosen from

Hay Blackberry’s. Driods, iPhones,

There are Blackberry’s, Driods, iPhones,

Samsung, LG, Motorolla, y tanto más!

Samsung, LG, Motorolla, and so much more!

Cuando se recibe un teléfono celular, la vida ha

When you receive a cell phone, your life has

cambiado

changed.

Teresa Sweeney

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“tree” caroline vianney

Caroline Leonard

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A plane flies by overhead. The noise causes the birds to take flight. They spread their wings and set out across the calm waters. When all is quiet once again, they chirp happily at one another in their newly found perches on my side of the lake. They bask in the sunlight in the tops of the tress as the insects make their jealousy known by clicking away at the birds.

A sudden gust of wind quiets the bugs and sends the birds back out over the lake. They fly close to the water as they talk and play before finding a better tree to sit upon. As I listen to them chatter, I wonder what they are saying.

I wonder why they seem so happy and only view the frigid wind as a chance to play in the sunlight above the lake. The clouds that cover the sun do not seem to bother them as they continue to play, zigzagging back and forth across the water.

The sun breaks free from the clouds and I wish I could take flight and head towards its warmth. I notice that none of the birds attempt this. Maybe they are smarter than I am. Maybe it is warm out there, over the lake, where the sun is not hidden by the trees. Or maybe they are too busy playing to realize that the air pushing them faster and faster is cold.

The birds have stopped chirping. They realized my side of the lake is not where they wish to be.

They have flown off to another corner of the lake in search of someone else to taunt with their play.

I am already in awe of their playfulness and jealous of their ability to be closer to the sun. I think they know that I have shown my appreciation for them so they no longer need to fly near me. They must teach someone else to appreciate their abilities, and give them distraction from the cold. As I finish this thought a small bird lands in a nearby tree. He is alone but he still chirps. He flies back and forth between a few trees above me. I think he is telling me that I was right.

Sarah Willis

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Protected I feel calm.

It’s not as windy here and it feels more peaceful.

The only noise is of the water slowly pushing against the bank.

And the wind gusts but they cannot reach us.

We are protected.

I’m thinking about where this place makes me remember, The garden behind my church.

I’m thinking about my Dad because I am always thinking about him in some way.

I see him in the water, Feel him in the breeze And think about him.

A Little Bit Bitter

Izzy McDonald

Hey Fiona, I know Farquad is crazy, But he chose you, you to be His princess.

So what is your deal? Going out With a giant green ogre that Lives in a swamp with a donkey?

Farquad is ten times hotter Than that ogre fella of yours And I am ten times hotter Than you, so why didn’t he pick me?

I don’t mean to be mean and I am sorry that I’m hatin’ I just don’t understand this whole thing Because, I live in a basement and all I do Is cook and clean, But one day I will find my Prince Charming Yours truly, Cinderella Taylor Peucker

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“eyes” sarah hong

iron thunder

by Ben Mayne

All around us the concussive thunder continues its deadly drumroll. Ever present is the ugly smell of burning

horsehair; all that is left of the insulation of the aging building. An unspoken signal is given, and our broken battalion of thirty-seven ICAF troopers rises with little more than a slight rustle and makes its way out through the shattered glass doors.

We quickly secure the small courtyard and Captain Yates tries once again to contact Base.

“Beta Team calling Mombasa. Beta Team calling Mombasa. Mombasa, do you read?”

The radio is silent save the hissing of static. Yates slams his fist down onto the coms set with an audible

thump. “Dammit…” he says through gritted teeth. He kicks the radio hard, sending it tumbling into a corner. An ensign moves in to pick it up, but the captain stops him. “No”, he says. “It’s no use to us now. Mombasa is gone.

We’re on our own”. He gives the signal and we march, clearing the tiny courtyard as stealthily as possible. He stays behind momentarily, and I swear I hear him whisper to himself. “God help us. God help us all”.

Within minutes we are back on the city streets, equipment shifting and rustling rhythmically as our boots

contact the crumbling pavement in perfect unison. High buildings wall us in on two sides, the rest obscured by a thin fog, veiling everything within thirty meters. Overhead, streetlights fizz in and out, giving each one of us the same horrifying message. They’ve reached the substations. It’s only a matter of time before they control the city.

We continue our patrol until a hand signal tells us to stop. It’s a sergeant up front. He hears something.

We listen, and presently everyone hears it. The groaning of steel under stress. Hydraulics. The acrid smell of ozone begins to creep into our noses. There is a low popping sound like a grenade launcher, and something can be heard screaming through the air. My eyes widen and I fumble at my hip for the mask.

“Gas! GAS! Masks, quickly!”

There is a desperate scramble for the awkward visors, the greenish vapor slowly creeping out of the mist.

Screams are heard from the front lines, and through the misty panes of the mask I see four men drowning under a green sea.

Drowning. That’s the word they use to describe it now. It started with the attack on the senate, all those

years ago. When the investigators announced that four hundred people had drowned in a room full of air…

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A Lieutenant shouts, breaking my concentration, his voice muffled by vulcanized rubber.

“Troopers! Return fire! Full automatic!”

Thirty-three machine guns chatter in unison, ripping into the fog and leaving streaks of light behind.

There is not the sound of bullets striking flesh but the sound of lead meeting steel, an unabating clatter that penetrates to the very soul.

A section of the mist darkens momentarily, and an iron tree as thick as one’s waist impacts the asphalt,

scattering jagged pieces of rock across our compact theater.

Suddenly there are three bright flashes and rockets streak over our heads with fiery tails, troopers with

launchers now assaulting the encroaching pylon.

The missiles impact with startling concussions and the golem sways, emitting a metallic shriek of such a

frequency that nearby windows crack and shatter. The beast does not stop coming however, and the front lines break as it materializes out of the fog, towering over the soldiers by easily fifty meters.

Over the shouts of retreat I hear an ascending whine, low pitched at first and rising towards the edge of

hearing. Under the insulated combat uniform I feel the hairs on my arms begin to stand on end. The smell of ozone is much stronger now, permeating the thick filters of the gas mask.

I grab for the metal stanchion at my hip and pull it free of its holster, trailing behind it a long spool of silver

wire. I search frantically for a patch of exposed earth.

I spot one, the locus at which the golem’s limb had first impacted the decaying pavement. I sprint towards

it and ram the spike into the dirt with my boot heel. No sooner had I done so then there was a mighty crack of thunder as white-hot electricity sears the air. All up and down the crumbling thoroughfare light bulbs explode in their sockets, becoming showers of golden sparks in seconds. I feel like my skin has caught fire as the incredible current passes through my body and into the ground, the soil around my metal stanchion fusing into a crude glass star.

There is a groan and I look up as the great steel beast lurches, its movements becoming choppy and

erratic. With one last grating cry it pitches violently sideways into a building, showering me with brick and glass. In the distance I can hear the whirring of oscillating rotors.

The downdraft of the tilt-rotor created mystical eddies in the green smog, sending it undulating through the

air as if it were alive. What remains of our squadron picks its way through the rubble and charred skeletons of those who had not been grounded. I look over the surviving men; at their starving, battle-weary bodies; their torn and bloodied uniforms. No longer were we the proud regiment of young men eager to serve the cause of war. War had beaten us. War is hell.

Corporal John H. Hanover

ICAF 9/13/49

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“Bare foot” sarah hong

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IMPRACTICAL EVERDAY SUMMER I can smell the fresh, crisp sea breeze on those days of summer.

I listen to the waves crash upon the sandy beach.

Picking up sea glass and eclectic shells one by one.

Feeling the soft sand beneath my bare feet.

Cheeks hot and red, the blissful state of sunburn.

The aroma of summer’s food, permeating the air at late night barbeques.

Barbeques are taking storm everywhere I go.

Summer doesn’t last forever, and that I soon will know.

Sunburn is the least of your worries, but that in time I’ll learn.

Beach time is the only thing that I seem to yearn.

Bare feet of different kinds from sand, ocean, and pool.

One by one, like the fish, we humans must stay cool.

One by one each day ends too soon.

Barbeques in warm weather are coming to an end.

Bare feet and all will be covered when the new season begins.

Summer and all it’s glory is what I want to stay.

Beach bums constantly sunbathing, there is no other way.

Sunburn is what I know, will eventually turn to a tan.

Sunburned skin suddenly starts to fade.

One by one the sand castles are all knocked down.

Beach tides slowly drifting out, the rafts are no longer lively.

Barbeques in the late nights start to become impossible.

Summer sailing is never dull, but it can no longer take place.

Bare feet are all covered now with every sock, shoe, and lace.

Carly McGuinn

oh Moon, after my brief reprieve I look to that same spot with awe For now, great hero of the night, you outshine the sun You raised me up and made me believe.

With the breath you took you made me raw But full because my day, year, life has begun!

Joey Palomba

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Maria Montessori por Ciara Beaulieu

Maria Montessori es una persona muy extraordinaria. Cuando yo era joven, fui a una escuela de educación Montessori por diez años. En el pasado tomé ventaja de su educación muy maravillosa. Pero ahora, puedo ver los beneficios de esta educación porque me han permitido descubrir a mi misma. Maria Montessori fue una persona muy memorable porque ella inventó un método de enseñar a los niños muy original después de un niñez muy difícil en Italia. Su sistema de educación se especializa en los estilos de aprendizaje de los individuos. Gracias a su método, muchos estudiantes se hacen famosos en muchas partes de sus vidas. Ella es mi heroína porque a mí me importa la educación de los niños.

Mi vecina por Neelam Mahtani

Una persona que yo pienso es una heroína en este mundo es una señora que vive en mi pueblo. Ella es una heroína porque dedicó mucho de su tiempo para ayudar a los niños enfermos. Abrió una casa para los niños enfermos que no tienen padres que puedan pagar por sus enfermedades. Ella también iba a otros países para ayudarlos y también encontró tiempo para ser una amiga buena de mis padres y ser una señora simpática. Ella es una persona buena y tiene un corazón grande. Es mi heroína porque me inspira hacer cosas que hace ella. Algunas personas piensan que ella está perdiendo su tiempo. No creo que esas personas deban decir eso porque ella hizo muchas cosas buenas en este mundo.

Mi tío por Paul Metscher

Mi héroe es mi tío. Mi tío estaba paralizado. Cuando mi tío estaba en la escuela secundaria, se rompió el cuello a la edad de quince años en la clase de gimnasia. Él no podía caminar ni usar los brazos. Antes del accidente mi tío era un buen atleta y tenía mucho potencial. Después del accidente, mi tío ya no podría tener una vida normal y tenía muchas enfermedades horribles. Sin embargo, él era la persona más feliz del mundo. Siempre estaba sonriendo y era muy optimista. Me animó jugar deportes y vivir una vida feliz. También, mi tío era muy cómico. Es impresionante que una persona en su situación estaba muy alegre y feliz. El optimismo de mi tío es una inspiración para mí todos los días y su felicidad vivirá para siempre.

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Reid Hollister

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Caroline Leonard

Mi vecino por Chris Sonberg

Los soldados que están en otros países son mis héroes. Cada soldado arriesga su vida por la libertad de nuestro país. Es muy valiente de los soldados. Uno de mis amigos que vive en mi calle tiene un padre que está en el ejército. Este padre es un patriota porque él puede luchar y morir por su país. Tiene tanto amor por su país que está listo para morir por él. El padre de mi amigo también es un buen padre cuando él vuelve a su casa. Él está en todos los partidos de béisbol de sus hijos, y es un miembro activo de la comunidad. Cuando él está en otro país, nosotros rezamos por la seguridad de su salud y un bueno y rápido regreso. Muchas personas no tienen bastante valentía para luchar en una guerra, pero él la tiene. Antes yo jugaba béisbol con sus hijos todo el tiempo porque este señor fue uno de mis entrenadores. Es verdad que todos los héroes no están en las películas. ¡Hay uno en mi comunidad!

Guadalupe Arizpe de la Vega por Maire Casey

Guadalupe Arizpe de la Vega es una heroína muy especial. Ella tiene 74 años y es de México pero vive en Texas. Es cierto que cada semana Guadalupe va a Juárez, México y ayuda a la gente allí que está enferma. Hace treinta años Guadalupe comenzó un hospital en Juárez. Alguna gente piensa que Juárez es la ciudad más peligrosa de México.

Es verdad que hay mucha violencia allí. El hospital que Guadalupe comenzó es muy grande y ayuda a más gente cada año. Es cierto que la ayuda de Guadalupe salva muchas vidas. Estoy segura que ella es una heroína cariñosa y dedicada.

Mi amiga por Emma Cohen

Mi heroína es una de mis amigos. Se llama Kylie. Cuando Kylie tenía 12 años, su mama murió de cáncer de mama.

Tiene dos hermanos menores. Después de la muerte de su mamá, se convirtió en la madre de la familia. Su padre empezó a trabajar más, así que tuvo que criar a sus hermanos por sí misma. Ella tiene fuerza emocional y es independiente. Admiro la forma en que se maduró y admiro que siempre mantiene una sonrisa en su cara. Ella cuida de sus hermanos, y es generosa, considerada y altruista. También, es una persona realmente agradable que dejaría todo para ayudar a otra persona. Creo que es una heroína por la forma en que se superó mucho y todavía ayuda a los demás.

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julie doten “antique grinder”

a make believe once upon a time…

A thin patched up sheet draped over a line, Her own carriage to once upon a time.

A world made of diamonds, sparkling and fine, A place only in a nursery rhyme.

No vile apples masquerading in red, Nor needles that end life with one small tap.

The child fears not lying upon Death’s bed, For she knows the prince saves her from this trap A castle on the clouds rises each morn, But she draws near it’s gone into thin air.

She longs for bliss instead of her forlorn.

Where will she find the answer to her prayer?

A momentary fairytale without fear A happily ever after draws near Grace Vianney 36

Tara Keady

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“siblings” caroline vianney

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The man never knew who he really was Yet he was always able to have some fun With or without other people And he never really spent time alone Because he was able to find joy in anything But he still was not sure if he was really happy Because he was not sure what it means to be happy Even though he is still pretty sure he experienced it once Not when he was just doing anything But when he listened to music this one time he had fun And when he did he was alone Although he has tried it once again with people But he thought he isn’t joyful because of the people And he really does want to find the definition of happy Even if it does mean that he has to be alone But he never was Able to be alone to have fun Because he was too dependent on anything Yet he was willing to do anything In order to find a nice median with people To have fun And to truly be happy Because he wasn’t sure who he was Maybe because he didn’t spend time alone Though many of his friends spent time alone But he was not sure if he was able to do anything Because he was not sure what time alone was And he didn’t how the others interacted with other people Yet he didn’t know if they were even happy Or if they knew what it meant to have fun But things changed when he seriously pursued “fun” When he took the risk and spent time alone And he was genuinely happy Doing everything and anything Without any people And he know knew what it was And to have fun you could do anything Either alone or with other people And he knew “happy” and what it really was John Ferguson

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Special recognition of our graduating artists

Thanks to the following faculty: Anna McCarthy

George Fernandez

Bill Butcher

Gis-Xi Nahmens

Andy McKenzie

Tanya Andrysiak

Erika Picciotto

Melinda Fuller

Barbara Guarriello

artist portraits by alexandra tremaine ’03 A

art review 2010/11 design by tobye cook ’88