ABOUT THE COVER
This photo was taken by Sheridan Tyson, Class of 2019, of a performance hosted by Montserrat Alsina and Keith Sklar called Az Tech Move Meant Morning Ex. The performer, Caroline Hagerty, is showing the North Shore audience a range of Irish Dancing styles. Her performance was paralleled by Ms. Alsina's traditional Aztec dancing. This image not only showcases the talent of North Shore students, but the collaboration between divisions, departments, and age groups to create a unified experience.
PROSODY 2017 pros· o· dy [pros-uh-dee] – noun 1. the science or system of poetic meters and versification. 2. the stress and intonation patterns of an utterance. Origin: 1400–50; late Middle English. Latin prosdia, Greek prosidía.
ARTISTS & WRITERS Sheridan Tyson, Grade 10 Kendall Phillips, Grade 1 Ellia Yarandi, Grade 6 Junnah Quraishi, Grade 6 Anna Rosak, Grade 10 Bug Meiners, Grade 7 Elizabeth Goldish, Grade 12 Felix Schwarzfischer, Grade 11 Justin Hartley, Grade 10 Grace Kayser, Grade 11 Evelyn Nava, Grade 10 Izzie Larsen, Grade 4 Allie Charnas, Grade 9 Emmett Shehan, Grade 1 Jola Adebiyia, Grade 5 Conner Fiascone, Grade 5 Olivia Whitmore, Grade 10 Sophia Wall, Grade 6 Lucas Kalainov, Grade 4 Noah Youderian, Grade 5 Sana Hadavi, Grade 11 Malcolm Hansell, Grade 10
Sophie Hiland, Grade 11 Eun Hae Lillig, Grade 8 Grace Scullion, Grade 11 Caroline Segal, Grade 9 Cara Savin, Grade 11 Sam Rosak, Grade 8 Razaan Ghazi, Grade 4 Cece Norton, Grade 5 Natalie Bardas, Grade 6 Mac Devereux, Grade 5 Max Marshall, Grade 10 David Jackson, Grade 5 Maura Markowitz, Grade 9 Leif Steele, Grade 5 Sophia Green, Grade 3 Will Murnighan, Grade 12 Kaylin Schiller, Grade 12 Francesca Block, Grade 12 Nathan Smith, Grade 3 Grace Atia, Grade 12 Max Steinändler, JK
FACULTY ADVISOR Ms. Rita Obelleiro-Crocker
CHIEF EDITORS Zaina Vohra Haniya Ghazi
PROSODY TEAM Zaina Vohra Haniya Ghazi Anna Roszak Brad O'Connor Grace Kayser Justin Hartley Sarah Niemann Livvy Whitmore Maya Valliath Nina Valenti Sam Stoll Thandi Steele Will O'Connor
Colored Pencil on Paper, Kendall Phillips, Grade 1
THE CAMERA Ellia Yarandi, Grade 6
You can see the pale faces Filled with guilt Remembering Mariam, their beloved daughter One opportunity sparks up A photo competition! Requires a camera One second the camera is alive Holding breathtaking images of the landscape The next second, the camera is gone Shattered into tiny shards Of useless plastic and glass. Scratches on Fadi’s face Shows he fought hard for his dreams But now, his camera has been crushed Smothered to pieces Destroyed Just like his heart
(Left) Digital Image, Darkroom Photo Class, Spring 2017
THE OWL
Junnah Quraishi, Grade 6
Up in the canopy of the forest The owl perches, Cocks her snow white Head, listens, Hears her owlets Chirping in the hollow, Hungry, waiting; Cocks her head again, Hears scurrying: A vole! Takes off, with light Wings, Diving, Swooping. Clutching With sharp talons, A fresh catch! Hears once more their hungry cries, Glides, alights On her nest Drops her gift, understands, She never gets to rest.
Digital Print, Anna Rosak, Grade 10
WHERE I'M FROM Bug Meiners, Grade 7
I am from duct tape From rope and water balloon I am from the smell of new wood And the fresh air and breeze I am from the daffodils Big oak Whose long limbs I remember as if they were my own I from kindness and fish frys From Ben and Jake I am from campfires And sunset boat rides From rope swings I am from enjoying life and having fun And Crosby-Still-Nash-and Young I'm from singing songs Seek and green beans From running in the dew field grass Walking outside Memories behind made My feet touch the cold grass I'm from warmth Rising higher in the sky from a tire swing I am from the walking up and falling asleep To the sound of birds and still lake
Digital Print, Elizabeth Goldish, Grade 12
Pencil on Paper, Felix Schwarzfischer, Grade 11
WITH GREATEST TEMPTATION Justin Hartley, Grade 10
Thou with greatest temptation With hair of curls and grace Pure as winter snow as well as tempted oscillation We, Cupid and Psyche, forever enlace Wielding Cupid’s Bow with precise veracity Each missile tremendously powerful He birthed in another, gifts of vivacity Animation met with emotions most ireful Why is perfection lacerated by distrust? Thou made thy tool into ordnance Deadly, poison laced in lips of lust Life and love began with utter discordance We located, farther apart, our final separation Leaving us in search for lovely, lovely placation
Digital Photo, Grace Kayser, Grade 11
SETTING FREE Evelyn Nava, Grade 10
Life is not about living a routine. With a new setting and some wit; Change is good without making a scene. Well yes, life can sometimes be awfully mean, But you are the director and this is no skit. Life is not about living a routine. Like a new show, watch some on the screen. If it sticks and does the trick, it's a fit. Change is good without making a scene. The perfect, fresh cup of caffeine. Or a day’s treat for banana split. Life is not about living a routine. Meeting and greeting the unforeseen. Forget the people and places that you omit, For change is good without making a scene. Move on and don't live the life of a machine. When matters are unworthy, it's best to just quit. Life is not about living a routine.
UNTITLED Izzie Larsen, Grade 4
I am from books From TV and homework I am from the Magenta chair in my room (Magenta, cozy, warm) I am from green grass The Oak tree Who is long gone limbs I remember as they were my own I'm from Oreo ice cream and blonde hair From Mom and Dad I'm from VK and dogs I'm from Santa was real and there was a monster in my closet And ‘call me maybe you’ I'm from Christmas Sushi and pizza I'm firecrackers in mailboxes To the car my grandfather lost to his teacher Next to my bed are three Boxes are filled to the rim Where things people would call junk but I call treasures The treasures I love.
Mixed Media, Allie Charnas, Grade 9
THE LADYBUG Jola Adebiyia, Grade 5
The hundred-seventy-third time, there was a black cat with very bright green eyes. His eyes were so bright, no one wanted to be near him. Then, he met a ladybug. The ladybug was so small, she couldn’t even see his eyes. So, they became the best, and most unlikely, of friends. Fancy that!
(Left) Marker on Paper, Emmett Shehan, Grade 1
I'LL RISE Conner Fiascone, Grade 5
People sometimes misunderstand who I am The one that people don’t always listen to The one that stands there, waiting to be picked like a grape ready to be harvested I’ll Rise! I’ll show them what I can do That I will be listened to and will be picked I’ll Rise! My potential will be at my fullest And I will be brave And not back down from the things that I desire Inspired By: “I,Too” by Langston Hughes
(Right) Mixed Media Transfers on Paper, Olivia Whitmore, Grade 10
GOLDEN RETRIEVER Lucas Kalainov, Grade 4
Are you ever feeling lonely? Are your kids feeling lonely? Do you ever feel like there’s something missing, and you are looking for a pet that will always want love and to be played with? Well there is only one dog that is a good match for that. It’s called a Golden Retriever. They’re adorable, sweet, loving, playful, cuddly, furry, and they are even intuitive. Isn’t that extraordinary! Golden Retrievers make the best pets because they’re playful, they always keep you company, they’re very adorable, and they’ve got loads of love in there heart.
(Left) Mixed Media, Sophia Wall, Grade 6
BLUES IN MY SOUL Noah Youderian, Grade 5
I have blues in my soul and I need to get it out I have blues in my soul and I need to get it out I try to get it out by playing piano and singing. When I try to get the blues out I fail When I try to get the blues out I fail So I feel like I will die. I keep on trying and trying I keep on trying and trying But I might as well cry.
(Right) Darkroom Photo, Sana Hadavi, Grade 11
UNTITLED Malcolm Hansell, Grade 10
I wonder how it feels to be old Is it like riding in an vintage car It must be really cold Weary but with a knowledge stronghold You are the same person but it must feel bizarre I wonder how it feels to be old To act as you did in your youth is considered bold The fire that once burnt is all gone and char It must be really cold The last chapter of your life is the only piece left to behold Do you live in the past and look back on your life from afar? I wonder how it feels to be old Being old doesn’t sound that fun all told I think I would rather watch from behind a door ajar It must be really cold (Right) Mixed Media, Sophie Hiland, Grade 11
Is old age an illusion like fools gold? Does it close opportunities or to them does it unbar? I wonder how it feels to be old? It must be really cold
(Left) Mixed Media, Eun Hae Lillig, Grade 8; (Right) Darkroom Photo, Grace Scullion, Grade 11
I REMEMBER Caroline Segal, Grade 9
I remember coming to a new school with new people. I remember crying when my brothers left for college. I remember my grandma not knowing who I am. I remember being homesick my first summer away. I remember screaming on my first roller coaster. I remember getting a bad grade, and telling myself to never let it happen again. I remember being afraid to try field hockey. I remember learning how to waterski on Lake of the Woods. I remember learning how to multiply in Ms. Rose’s second grade class. I remember crying in my room when things didn’t go my way. I remember learning how to snow ski, and falling many many times.
I remember not everything being handed to me. I remember celebrating birthdays and holidays with my friends and family. I remember smiling when I achieved one of my goals. I remember spending summers at my home away from home. I remember watching fireworks light up the sky. I remember sitting outside under a bright blue sky. I remember traveling somewhere way out of my comfort zone, but making it work. I remember staring out the car window as cornfields flew past. I remember when I finally wasn’t a metal mouth. I remember family brunches on Sundays and eating too much food. I remember living a happy life with the people that I love.
(Back) Mixed Media, Cara Savin, Grade 11
Digital Illustration, Sam Rosak, Grade 8
Home Razaan Ghazi, Grade 4
I am the Xbox. Kitchen and the sofa. I am the shady porch (cool and comfortable). I am the giant trees, the green stick thing with little leaves and From peas and a crazy family from my Mom and my brother I am injuries and rematches from buying things. From magic being real and dreams come true and if you're happy and You know it clap your hands. Birthday parties, Indian food and meat. I like Liverpool soccer team. I like soccer. My family likes sports too.
(Right) Mixed Media, Cece Norton, Grade 5
The Banana Heist Mac Devereux, Grade 5
Hi. I am Dave. The story I am about to tell you is crazy. Let’s get started. So… a long time ago, on Earth, scientists did a lot of experiments, which led to vampire goats, which led to a lot of explosions, which led to radiation, which led to weird things. After all the experiments, the remaining humans gathered on a piece of land, which is currently floating in the sky, being held up by a magical wizard blob, The Glerg. He holds up the city with his wizard powers, and also has a big force field, to keep the vampire goats out. The Glerg’s friend, The Blurb, tried to make an inter dimensional portal to get out of the chaos. But as soon as the Blurb jumped through the portal, the portal malfunctioned. The Blurb was stuck there forever. This Island is still floating, but the people are fine on the island. Every year they have a Banana Festival because the only source of Bananas anywhere is the island’s Sacred Banana Tree. And Bananas are delicious. But this year’s Banana Festival will be different…
(Left) Digital Illustration, Natalie Bardas, Grade 6
Digital Illustration, Max Marshall, Grade 10
Pastel and Pencil on Paper, David Jackson, Grade 5
Digital Photo, Maura Markowitz, Grade 9
MYTH Leif Steele, Grade 5
A long time ago, when all the people of the Ashanti tribe were just going to bed, the ten armed beast JR was just waking up. As he sat there in his cave, he thought, “It’s time I have a real meal.” Before then, he had just eaten the scraps of dead animals. He didn’t like it though. JR was a very special animal. He had ten arms, three hearts, had the power to camouflage like a chameleon, and he could squirt ink all over his enemies. But unlike other animals, his mouth was not on his face. Instead, it was underneath his head and between his arms. And his mouth was the beak of a falcon. So he stretched his great big arms, which had sticky tentacles, and slid across the cold stone floor of his lonely cave. He could slide on walls and ceilings anywhere, for he had many tentacles on those long arms of his. So, with that, he started his great journey to the village of the Ashanti tribe. He scooched up the tree, camouflaged, looking like the tree itself, and looked out upon the village. Later that night when the chief
went to get a drink of water, he stepped in this ink and woke up his family. As they looked at this mysterious ink, one by one they awoke the whole village, and awoke JR, who had dozed off in the soft meadow grass. A massive grin stretched upon his face as he slithered into an unoccupied hut. He rose up onto the roof, and hollered, “I am JR, and I am here to eat you.” He jumped from branch to branch scooping people up. But when he was about to eat them, the village warriors shot their arrows at him, only to anger him. All of their plans to stop him were unsuccessful, and it was so loud that JR didn’t hear the men creeping up behind him. As they drew nearer, they pulled out their big swords, cut off two of his arms with a quick slice, and watched them wriggle on the ground as the treacherous beast screamed in pain. “Aaahhhhh!” He still would not stop there. He kept trying, but all of the people were running at a faster pace. The people did not know what to do with the arms, so they buried the long wavy arms in the brown earth. They then became the palm trees with their wavy leaves.
The Myth, Leif Steele, Grade 5
They caught JR in their biggest fishing net, and threw him into the water, never to be seen again. That is how the octopus came to be. And as for JR, he went from being the most powerful beast around, to being the most shameful beast around, for letting a bunch of humans win a fight against what was once the almighty monster. His arms’ palm trees still grow all over the world, and the legend says that if you feel the tree, you will feel his tentacles where leaves once were. The people still always tell the story of the great fight against JR. He now knows that for everything bad you do, there will be a punishment or a consequence. That sure serves him right.
Ink and Wax Pastel on Paper, Sophia Green, Grade 3
(Left) Pencil on Paper, Will Murnighan, Grade 12 (Right) Digital Photo, Kaylin Schiller, Grade 12
(Right) Digital Illustration, Max Marshall, Grade 10
(Left) Etching on Paper, Francesca Block, Grade 12 (Right) Linocut on Paper, Lucas Kalainov, Grade 4
(Left) Mixed Media, Nathan Smith, Grade 3 (Right) Plaster and Plexiglass, Grace Atia, Grade 12
A special thanks to North Shore's administration, parents, teachers, advisors, and students.
Paint on Paper, Max Steinhändler, JK