by Tess Billmire

I sat quietly as my faculty advisor spoke about how engineering and technology work hand in hand. Eager to go to lunch, I was looking forward to meeting more new people than just the ones in my class. Being with students of races other than Hispanic and Caucasian for the first time was a relief, making me feel like I actually fit in. I am not used to seeing such diversity in Idaho. Everyone was interested in one another: we all had different backgrounds and lived in different areas around the country. I was quite scared for the first few nights being there. I have never been away from home without my parents, so I had several fearful nights.

Going to STEM (science, technology, engineering and mathematics) camp in San Francisco, CA this summer was nerve racking. Nominated by my 7th grade science teacher to go to one of the five locations, I found the different ethnicities more fascinating than the education itself. Finally, I wasn't one of a kind. I was very excited to meet some African American students, since there are very few in Idaho and especially in McCall. There were also a few Asians at camp, most of whom were Korean. Only two people lived outside of the US, one in the UK, and the other in the Philippians. Both were Asian, like I am. Hearing everyone's accents, especially those from the southern states, was really fun.

Sleeping in a college dorm was terrible. It made me realize how small and low quality dorms are. The mattress was like cardboard. Since I had a bunk bed, it was very close to the ceiling, making it impossible for me to kneel without hitting my head. Most of us shared a room with one or two other people. We had a curfew, turning out the lights at 10:00 pm, which no one followed. The first night was terrifying. I had just arrived, I didn't know anyone, and it was my first time away from my family. It also didn't help that my two roommates decided to tell scary experiences they have had at other camps. One girl told a story about how she and other campers were huddling around a campfire with their instructor; while everyone was quiet they heard a faint "Hello" in the distance. Being without my parents for five days made me realize how much I am attached to them and love them.

At night if a camper couldn't go to sleep, she could call a night time attendant between 9:00 pm and 7:00 am. One of my roommates called once when I was crying in the dark and told the attendant what dorm we were in and my name. Once she got there, she asked me what I was upset about. We walked outside and she asked if I wanted to play cards. She said cards are a good way of getting things off your mind, but since she couldn't find any, I wrote a letter to my dad instead. After I finished writing, she walked me back to my dorm to go to sleep. If you actually call the office and say you are hungry, they will have one of the adults go to your dorm and give you some snacks and a pie.

Overall, STEM camp was a good experience. When I arrived I wanted to be a Pharmaceutical Chemist, but after learning about how much drama and stress there is, having to work with the hospital and pharmacist, I decided I want to be an Astrophysicist instead. I have always been interested in how the Universe works. Meeting new people was nice. Sure the nights weren't the best, but it was nice to see how it is to sleep in a college, and having to take care of yourself as if you were an adult. At camp, students have their own responsibilities; no one will tell campers when to wake up. Everyone is expected to be in class at the right time. Through this experience I have changed as a result seeing how ridiculous racial differences are. In reality, people of all races are more alike than they are different from one another.

Building Gaiety

by Paige Robnett

It was a fun warm night for a school dance:
our prowling through town streets made quite a night.
Bright lights put minds into a weird soft trance;
Policemen watching us caused quite a fright.

I'd say the dance itself was such a yawn.
The only fun happened with my new date
Within ten minutes most people were gone—
we foolishly stayed dancing 'til real late.

A fine slow song that we both knew played loud;
He sang softly to me so I then knew
we were the cutest in the whole small crowd
The DJ playing Cupid. Huh, who knew?

I know for sure why I said yes to him;
his chances were not so extremely slim.

Another Layer

by Madeleine Hinson

Above the simple undergarments under my apparatus, I have been given a temporary extra layer of solid, distressing plastic. This plastic piece is handcrafted to the shape of my torso to fix the curvature of my spine, which is known as scoliosis. The option of wearing a brace made for me was preferable to having correctional surgery that would take roughly a year to recover from and would have been extremely expensive.

This brace was a foreign concept to me when I first started using it. I could hardly stand having it strapped on for an hour and the thought of having it on for twenty hours every day discouraged me completely. Although my brace was apparently handcrafted to every bump and curve of my torso, particular spots are extremely painful. Daily, under my armpit begins to burn and become numb, which usually tempts me to take off my brace.

My brace hugs my body tighter than anything I have ever put on it. There is a huge hole on my left side, leaving my set of ribs in the open. I cannot scratch anything that may itch on my torso, which can be extremely annoying. If I sit down with the brace on for too many hours at a time, it can cramp my stomach as it pushes so hard against my organs.

Taking off my brace is a danger but it is so addicting: it's like being an alcoholic or addicted to sugar. When it is off, I feel like I'm released from being trapped in a box. Wearing clothes without my brace makes me feel so much more self-confident than when it is on. Everything fits and looks better when my brace is off. With the brace pressing down over my lower back, my bum looks squished in jeans so I end up purposely covering myself with oversized tops. Being a fashion addict, I find this situation very difficult.

So far, after three checkup appointments, my brace has stopped my curvature and even decreased it by a few degrees. I have a love/hate relationship with my brace. It is helping me and stopping the problem, but it is not necessarily fixing it, which is what I strive for.

This crazy last twelve months of my life has been full of failing at wearing my brace, guilt, rashes, bruises, bleeding, and success. I have definitely discovered more about myself and my own sense of worth. I am no longer ashamed of my brace; I am actually proud of it. It fixes a medical problem that I have no control over, but which I can help correct. I am trying my best to live with my brace by accepting that my spine will never be straight.

Click HERE for NEW vocabulary words, including the rest of the section on foreign words & phrases.

Click on the icon at left to see what you will be doing in ART this year: 3rd Year Art

Click on the icon at right to see what movies we will be watching this year: 3rd Year Films

William Shakespeare: The Tempest
William Shakespeare: Othello
William Shakespeare: Henry IV, Part I
William Shakespeare: Romeo and Juliet

Jonathan Swift: Gulliver's Travels
Edgar Allan Poe: The Masque of the Red Death
H.G. Wells: The Time Machine

1st Quarter Unfinished Pieces

                Revisions = 32/72
                Edits = 5/12

application essay drafts: 1 of 5
Blue poetry

                Revisions = 40/72
                Edits = 4/12

application essay drafts: 1 of 5
Green poetry: Tanka
Blue poetry

                Revisions = 42/72
                Edits = 4/12

application essay drafts: 1 of 5
Green poetry

Xiu Mei:
                Revisions = 1/36
                Edits = 0/6

1st Person narrative
application essay drafts: 5 of 5
timed essay revision: Safe or Sorry? (wait until I send you some sample essays)
Pink poetry

Utter Distraction

by Tess Billmire

At school my business class opened a store.
So I became all overwhelmed and stressed.
It ended up to be just such a bore.
But after every sale, I felt success.

I sat behind the lines of long tables,
too many kids rushed in to view the stuff.
A few judged prices to be high on labels.
It made controlling them so very tough.

As some began to push and even shove,
not one could get herself to be at peace.
The bell rang out, dissolving all the love:
in just a while, chaos began to cease.

It took so much effort to get it done,
but once we finished it was worth the fun.

To see who has signed up for 2015-2016 classes,
go to 2015-2016 REGISTRATION & Class Lists

Shakespeare's Sonnets provides some review on our Sonnet notes.

Link to: Metaphysical Poets. This website introduces you to this 17th-century school of poets, and offers web links for further research.

Pieces written by 3rd Year students in 2015-2016
Pieces written by 3rd Year students in 2012-2013
Pieces written by 3rd Year students in 2010-2011
Pieces written by 3rd Year students in 2008-2009
Pieces written by 3rd Year students in 2005-2006
Pieces written by 3rd Year students in 2003-2004
Pieces written by 3rd Year students in 2002-2003
Pieces written by 3rd Year students in 2001-2002

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