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Sunday, 25 November 2012


Hush 
Kelly Cameron
  Grade 11
One night I dreamt of a stormy place
With dark clouds frowning on my face
Distanced down the cobbled street
Lightning flashed upon the sea
The lamp-posts bled into my skin
A light mist crowding every sin
And looming in a central square
Stood a decrepit statue
Hey, little gargoyle, don’t be shy
There must be warmth in stone-cold eyes
A polaroid in ruckus, true
Pulsing through sick déjà vu
Pick it up, pick it up, step in time
Horrific stiffened veins run dry
Falling pathetic, my foul doubt
And I’ll leave it to the church mouse
Grotesque renditions, allusive light
Of another Mona Lisa or Starry Night
The grey lady looked down at me
The fiendish smirk, I didn’t see
She did not move, but beckoned still
That I come forth for just a thrill
I screamed inside to run away
But something made me stay
Hey, little gargoyle, don’t be sad
There must be good in tireless bad
Your marble arms, like venom ice
They now have got me in a vise
Pick it up, pick it up, step in time
Asphyxiation’s not a crime
When flesh isn’t flesh and art is art
I’ll leave it to the church mouse

The Black Squirrels – A Political Love Story
Kelly Cameron
Grade 11

Once upon a time there was a beautiful black squirrel named Blaze. Blaze lived in a thick jade forest located in Michigan, inside a lovely hollow tree by the pond. Regrettably, Blaze lived all alone. It was truly a shame, for the hollow was big enough for two and Blaze would have loved nothing more than to share it. All the other black squirrels had met wonderful grey squirrels and settled down, just like generations before them. Blaze wanted to meet a nice grey squirrel too, but had yet to meet a decent one.
      One day, that all changed. Blaze was digging up a buried chestnut in the forest floor when the most gorgeous squirrel showed up. Blaze found out that this magnificent creature’s name was Dusty. Dusty and Blaze bonded over the finally unearthed chestnut, and after weeks and months of seeing each other, the two of them fell in love. Dusty moved into Blaze’s hollow tree, and the two made terrific plans to be married.
      Unfortunately, the woodland forest was ruled by a silly old cat named Mittens. When Mittens heard of Blaze and Dusty’s wedding plans, he was outraged. Mittens believed that black squirrels should only be allowed to marry grey squirrels. Dusty and Blaze were both black squirrels. Mittens valued the tradition of the past generations and refused to allow Blaze and Dusty a simple marriage certificate. Because of this, the other squirrel couples began to laugh at Dusty and Blaze. They called them rude names and even attacked them when they went down to the pond for a drink. Blaze and Dusty begged Mittens to put a stop to it, but Mittens just told them they’d brought it upon themselves. If they didn’t like it, Mittens suggested, then they should simply each find themselves a grey squirrel. Mittens believed it had been their choice, but Dusty and Blaze couldn’t help that they’d fallen in love! Blaze was angry and Dusty was hurt. Why should they be denied their rights, all judging from who they kept as a roommate?
      Just when Dusty and Blaze were considering migrating to a different forest so they could be married, a wise old owl swooped in from a distant land called Hawaii. He was called Rocky. Rocky didn’t like Blaze and Dusty’s situation at all. He believed that all squirrels should be able to marry whoever they pleased, and he felt that the leader of the forest shouldn’t have control over their subjects’ relationships. Dusty and Blaze couldn’t believe it: it was as if Rocky was their own guardian angel! The other squirrels in the forest began to listen to Rocky, and soon found that he would be a much more suitable leader than Mittens was. Eventually, Mittens was forced to step down as leader, and Rocky took his place.
 The first thing Rocky did was allow Dusty and Blaze their marital rights.

The end.   

Tuesday, 6 November 2012


The Wal-Mart of All Exoticness

Chris Spangenberg


The truth is, most of us only want a “superficial multiculturalism”. Sushi for a Saturday lunch. Tattoos with Chinese characters. Persian swear-words in one's linguistic arsenal.
Multiculturalism is truly only able to exist when all involved cultures attempt to connect and have a sincere knowledge and respect for each other. Not when it's a “convenient commodity”, or seen as “exotic”. A holiday to Hawaii might be healthy for the Hawaiian economy, but I'll bet you a cache of Monopoly money that the natives find it patronizing when you're flashing cameras, and pretending to be a Hula dancer. Same goes for any country, except for the USA. They find it intimidating and strip-search you at airports.

I'm still waiting for the time when cultures truly cast away the confines of comfort and prejudice, and really try to gain a deeper understanding of different cultures...a veritable melting pot of ethnicity coming together to wise up and gain more knowledge, and enforce a bond of peace and mutual appreciation.

Sure, the barriers of racism have broken down, and Lil Wayne, a visible minority, appears on the same shelves as Caucasians like Maroon 5 and Katy Perry. But for what I know, it's the same caterwaul, thus rendering the comparison obsolete.
Until the fateful day when the walls come crashing down, eating a Burrito at Taco Bell does not make one a Mexican. Or even multicultural. It makes you a fast-food connoisseur.




Inspiration and footwork from When Rap Music Had A Conscience by Tayannah Lee McQuillar

Saturday, 3 November 2012

Screaming Eagles Podcast: 1



Hey ladies, ever wander what the average guy talks about when we’re not around? Now’s your chance to find out! An average conversation between three sensational Carson guys, with plenty of playful banter, innuendos, and talk about Halloween terror, school and sports (we think), video games (of course), and technical difficulties. They like to make us believe they’re tech savvy, but we see through their shallow facade!

Being an international student
Marie-Sophie Silan

On a sunny morning one year ago I woke up with the idea in my mind of leaving my country and going to live in America. Why? I didn’t know exactly. I wanted to discover the world and to live the American dream, but also take time for myself and engage in new experiences. The project seemed perfect to me and one year later I was ready to go. I had my 23 kg’s of luggage in hand, and also a new feeeling-a fear in my heart. After saying goodbye to my family and my friends, it was time for me to go my own way. To be totally honest, it was one of the hardest event I have ever done.

I live in Belgium. It`s a little European country stuck between Germany, France, Holland and another little and unrecognized country, Luxembourg. This name maybe arouses in you some pictures: Belgian beer, the Belgian chocolate or (worse than any other cliché), Belgian waffles. Except in Brussels, the capital, nobody bakes waffles- I mean, probably no more than in the other countries. Something else to know about Brussel: it is the capital of the European Union, which manages all the laws and systems of European countries. By the way, Belgium is one of the three founding members of the European Union, which now has existed for more than 60 years. Belgian people are friendly. They have a great sense of humor and they will laugh at themselves if it will lighten the mood, thought they may not always get on very well. However, it is a big deal when the country is divided into three parts, each with different languages- French, Dutch or German. Belgium always stands on its own. Actually, the first thing I realized when I left my life is what my country and its people meant for me. I decided I wanted to represent it proudly in Canada. (And I’ll keep doing it, even when people talk to me about Paris and French coffee, I will never give up!).

When walking through Carson Graham’s halls you can meet people coming from all over the world. Mainly from Germany and Brazil, but also from Italy, Czech Republic, Turkey, China, Korea, Japan, Greece… All are between fourteen and eighteen years old. They came here to improve their English, take part in the life of a Canadian family and are here for three, six or ten months-maybe longer, maybe forever- who knows?

I’ve been in Vancouver for exactly one month now and I’ve already had a lot of experiences, both good and bad. To arrive in a foreign place where you don’t know anybody is something that is really hard at the beginning. You doubt yourself very often and you don’t remember why you left your life and all the people who know and love you. Sometimes you feel very alone, above all because you don’t speak the language correctly, and you can’t express yourself like you want to. Someone who smiles at you can make your day- someone who ignores you in the street (despite the fact that you have six classes in common) can simply destroy it. It seems sad when said like this, but that is only the bad sides of the experience. There are also alot of good things about being here. I get to take part in the life of a new family, and discover new people. It’s like giving Math up and take Foods or Jazz Band instead (unfortunately, we don’t have that kind of option in the majority of european’s schools). It’s wearing a tee-shirt with “Carson, Eagle Pride” written on it, it’s playing sports on huge and beautiful fields, it’s learn to ice-skate for the first time, it’s follow the TV shows in real time and not having to wait six months before a French translation comes along (terrible, by the way). It’s living in a big city with skycrapers (yeah, like in NY) and endless avenues, it’s going shopping with friends in labyrinthic malls, it’s see the American life “like in the movies”… These are normal experiences for a North American, but for an European girl like me they amaze me more and more every day. All I learn here in Canada just by observing and listening to people, just by understanding the way they think and behave-I want to keep it and try to give you something in exchange. After all, with an International, or exchange student…that’s what it’s all about.

Some questions to Mrs Kaufman, international student’s coordinator

Q : How many years has Carson hosted international students?
A : I would guess at least 10.
Q : Why does Carson host international students?
A : As an International Baccaleureate School and with an already diverse population, Carson is aiming to bridge any cultural gaps that may still exist.  We hope to learn from other students' cultures and to share our own culture with them.  Ideally, we hope both our International students and our own student can become better global citizens from sharing a common space.
Q : How many students do you usually  host?  
A : Carson has between 60 and 75 students each year.
Q : What do you expect from an international student?
We expect them to be ambassadors for their country - showing and sharing the values and cultural mores which they bring with them.  We also expect them to embrace Canadian culture - both in and out of school - and to respect the values and cultural mores that may be new and unfamiliar to them.



An Interview With Caro, from Düsseldorf (Germany)


Q: Why did you come here?
A: I wanted to see another country, see the Canadian and American way of life and to find new friends and a second family.
Q: Why Vancouver?
A: Everbody thinks about USA but nobody speaks about Canada, so I chose Vancouver because it’s on the coast and near to the USA’s board so I have the chance to be a little bit between Canada AND USA.
Q: What is the cliché you hear the most about Germany here?
A: People think German is an agressive language. But it isn’t.  I can speak really softly!
Q: Can you talk a little bit about Düsseldorf, your city?
A: Düsseldorf has a infrastructure similar to Vancouver, it’s great to be there because there’s an intersting city with a lot of nature. But Vancouver is better because there’s the sea too!
Düsseldorf is a little bit the Paris of Germany, there are many fashion shops, it has a great history and an old downtown when we can celebrate parties. But to go to parties you have to be 18! Düsseldorf has also a great soccer team called “Fortuna Düsseldorf” which plays in first league!
Q: What do you prefer in your city?   
A: We can go shopping and we are close to other big cities and we are close to the boarder of Belgium and Holland, we have many possibilities to do shopping there!
Q: What is the most famous meal in Germany?
A: The most famous meal is Sausages with Sauerkraut or thick pancakes. In the south, it is the beer and the Wiener Schnitzel (mainly in Austria)
Q: What is the most difficult thing about being an international student?
A: The most difficult thing was leaving and leaving my family at the airport and going my own way, arriving here,  and having to build a new life with a new family. But I really like my family, so that is fine.
Q: What is the nicest thing about being an international student?
A: To be a part of a Canadian family, to see other friendly people different from in Germany, everybody is very helpful here, and people are really nice.
Q: What is the nicest thing you discovered since you’re here?
A: My new family, my host sister and my friends.
Q: What is the biggest difference between Canada and Germany?
A: The people. Because the people here are frendly and they trust each other. The doors in the street are open all the time for example! In Germany, that is not like that. “It’s my house, not your business!”, that is more the way of thinking.



We have a grand total of 70 International students this year, 15 of whom are returning from last year and 55 who are brand new.  Our demographic spread this year is the following:

Italy - 5
Iran - 2
Germany - 12
Taiwan - 3
Turkey - 4
Korea - 11
Japan - 1
Belgium - 1
Greece - 1
Czech - 1
Switzerland - 1
Mexico - 2
Brazil - 21
China - 5