ABOUT THE COVER: This year our cover artist is JACK COLLEY, Class of 2014. Jack shared a few words with us about his work: This photograph was taken at a dude ranch in Wickenburg, Arizona. My intention was to capture the character of the people inhabiting this place, a location that seems frozen in time. At this ranch, cowboys have been herding horses in the same way since the 1950's. The cowboy in the scene has worked at the ranch for generations, so it was fitting for him to be the main subject. My family started going to this ranch a few years after it opened. This sparked a culture of horsemanship in my family and between my grandparent’s generation and mine we have had around eight horses. To show the timelessness and the tradition of the ranch, the photo is printed in black and white. The high contrast in values allows the viewer to be immersed in the dust, just the way the cowboy is. The landscape format creates a natural sense of direction from side to side. The scene emerges completely when the book is fully open.
PROSODY 2014
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.
PROSODY Artists & Writers
LOWER SCHOOL The Junior Kindergarten The Senior Kindergarten Charlotte Jordan Sara Jayne Gray Chloe Watrous Ian George Noah Mackenzie Julian Miller Molly Biggs Avery Avedisian Chloe Jacobi Eliza Widlansky
Connor Gray Liam Gallaga Lottie Aki Marshall Hyman Vanessa Borelli Danielle Savin Juliet Ainsley Rachel Olatunji Natalie McCall Lily Biggs Ava Farhat Junnah Quraishi
Beatrice de Montfort Walker Claudia Fiegl Walker Hyman Eun Hae Lillig Zander Khan Camilla Joffrey Adam Kalil Liliana Green Sam Roszak Zoe Rosenstock Charlie Ver Eecke Owen Conlon Ellia Yarandi
MIDDLE SCHOOL Ben Silverman Ethan Cantor Stefania Borrelli Phoebe Casey Will O’Connor Talia Smith Betsey Freiburger Maxim Marshall Aidan Mitts
Sofia Simon Anna Roszak 8th Grade Collaboration Eloise Richardson Rachel Blair Paula Fiegl Maya Valliath Clayton Durning Duncan Applebaum Alexandra Charnas
UPPER SCHOOL
EDITING STAFF
Shemar James Jack Colley Jessica Qiao Lille van der Zanden Samantha Weinberg Rachel Hayes Katie Karmin Emma Flannery James Robinson Valerie Jaharis Tess Considine Antonia Theodosakis Stephanie Curley Josie Santi Quinn Gray Clayton Cottingham Emma Halbert Ben Potter Dillon Forester Rebecca Kirtley Zak Nelson
Shemar James Jack Valenti Safia Vohra Emma Halbert Emma Flannery Emily George Ben Potter Lille van de Zanden
FACULTY ADVISORS Ms. Puccia & Ms. Kinder
The editing staff would like to thank all North Shore students, faculty, staff and parents who channeled art and writing submissions to us and helped proof our final layout.
INTERSECTION
Flocks of black cables stream in parallel patterns shuttling busyness, to the paying customers linked to its surging stream. Its seething army of electrons, march uniformly feeding the hum of the fire hidden beneath its impervious black sheath. Telephone conversations leap between poles ferrying progress and directing messages oblivious
to the silent strand of wind-torn prayer flags that intersects the rushing stream at an odd angle. Each tattered flag droops in a hopeful stance awaiting the lift of a breeze to release its prayers: thousands of little words unleashed to the wind dispersing a different story.
James Robinson 11th
Junnah Quraishi 3rd
8th Grade Collaborative Art
CHICAGO The sun beats down on my back. The sand is scorching hot,my feet feel like fire. The Big Ferris Wheel towers over me like a skyscraper. I hear the children scream with glee, and the icecream man shouts in his cheerful voice “Get your ice cream, get it fresh today!’ I’m hot and sweaty and I feel I could use a swim. Sizzled mobs come in the water to cool off. The waves bob up and down as if they were a roller coaster. It is a zoo here. Everyone is swimming, tanning, eating, or dancing. There are a lot of diverse faces around here on the beach. Even in the boiling summer of Chicago you can have fun! Eliza Widlansky 4th
Charlotte Jordan 2nd
FALL Friends make jack-o-lanterns on Halloween. A season with the colors orange and red. Leaves fall down from the trees. Look! People like jumping in leaf piles.
The Senior Kindergarten
Marshall Hyman 2nd
Jack Colley 12th
My Poem This poem is for the open minded. The people who understand that the time that I’m writing about was very hard for people just as deserving as we are now. This poem is for those people, the strong, brave people, who called the north a new home. They also called it the Land of Freedom. Noah Mackenzie 5th
REAL FREEDOM My bloodlines are long, just like the scars on my back, but now I know freedom, almost. My hands are calloused, from the long years of work, no breaks, no fruits of my labor, and now I know freedom, almost. I’ve bought some crops, I’ve spent a long time tending to them, I’ve spent all my money on food for my family, but when the rent has to be paid,
they take away my food for themselves, if this is freedom, I don’t like it. This year was a good year, my crops were the best, they sold at the market, for more than five cents, I pay off my debts, free up my will, and move on, We buy the tickets, and wait, waiting, waiting, waiting. The train arrives, and we say goodbye, off to the north. We are going to find‌ Real freedom.
Happiness Valued more than gold Cannot bargain or purchase it Some spend their entire lives seeking it Comes as naturally as bees to honey Anyone can strive to get it but only some succeed It is evasive but when you find it, you must keep a tight hold for it might run away and leave you decrepit Ian George 5th
Sofia Simon 6th
Julian Miller 1st
Jump Jump, Jump for the joy jump to succeed jump to touch the sky fall to fall, but don’t let me watch fail to fail you might succeed but if you jump there will always be victory Betsey Freiburger 7th
EARLY MORNING PANCAKES The early morning sunshine fills the room Bright light reflecting off his glasses making his eyes shine in the light His gentle and soothing voice fills the air with happiness and joy While mixing the ingredients, his dark brown hair shuffles from his movement The smell of the pancake batter fills the kitchen My dad rolls up his sleeves of his fuzzy sweater, ready to begin The pan sizzles as the batter hits the pan one by one He holds the handle ready to flip each pancake The handle is bumpy compared to his smooth skin Each pancake is perfect, smooth and in a circle, sitting in the plate waiting to be eaten His hand glides across the top pancake, as he places another smooth pancake to the top of the pile The pancakes are placed on the floral tablecloth, sitting beside the delicious maple syrup that fills the air with a sweet aroma His gentle voice now fills with excitement as he tells us ‘Breakfast is Ready!’ Stefania Borrelli 7th
Clayton Cottingham 12th
Quinn Gray 12th
A MOUNTAIN BIRTHDAY PARTY The Senior Kindergarten
One day, the mountain lion wanted to climb a mountain to get to a birthday party. Then, he found a big cave on top; it was so cold. He walked down to get the other lions. He got his cubs and walked back up. There was a mean goat in the cave. The lion walked into the cave to find the mean goat. The goat said, “Ha!” The lion tried to walk away, but the cubs said, “It’s time for the party, Dad! The party is actually in the cave.” It was the goat’s party! They had a good time, and went outside into the cold mountains to see if anyone else was coming. When they were outside, the goat chased them! Then, the goat fell down and needed a band aid. The goat’s parents came and said, “Oh, you need a band aid. We have one right here!” Then, they had some chocolate cake. Then the daddymountain lion said, “It’s time to go home.” Just then, the mommy lion showed up. Then they ate the whole cake. Three days later, the baby cubs came back to play with the goat. Then the goat came over to their house and they had fun. The end.
Rachel Blair 8th
Creative Helpful Awesome Really good at karate Loving
Brilliant
Imaginative
Ellie’s Sister
Exciting Charlie Ver Eecke 1st
Artistic Teammate Ready to Garden Interesting Creating Energetic
Beatrice de Montfort Walker 1st
SOCCER GAME Owen Conlon 3rd white paint boundary mud splashed post torn up grass stinky field cold sweat dripping pierced dirt flying center circle players Numbers mud dripped cleats muddy shinguards start whistle white powder flying Ball
Dillon Forester 10th
ESTHER AND THE GREAT SOMETHING Rachel Hayes 9th
There once was a small town of Nowhere. Nowhere was a terrible, evil place! No one escaped Nowhere because they feared the Great Something. The Great Something was beyond Nowhere and beyond the Greyness. The Great Something was filled with love and warmth that the people of Nowhere were once taught to fear. This fear lived with them in their daily lives slowly eating them alive. But there was a girl. A special unordinary being of Nowhere. Her named was Esther. Esther was special and she did not fear the Great Something like the others in her town did.
Esther was the bravest of the brave.
Esther found the life she was living was bitter and blue. Everything was the same. The same grey houses, the same grey cars, the same grey faces, the same grey shoes…all of it was grey. The only thing in Esther’s life that wasn’t grey was her hair. There was a tiny red streak that scared all
the small school children into the arms of their mothers. She had no friends and her teachers ignored her…all because she was different. The people of Nowhere feared different which was what Esther was. She had a feeling in her heart that was different and she could feel that feeling growing everyday. So Esther let her love grow for all to see. She no longer felt ashamed of the glowing red in her beautiful heart. She ran around spreading her love and making all the others realize the warmth that they could experience from the love. So once Esther spread her love, she stood and cried, “We must not fear the Great Something! We must embrace the love! We must embrace the Something!” And so they did.
A BOOK Ellia Yarandi 3rd shiny title yellow pages page number written in black long chapters ripped bookmark words upon the page tall letters carzy named author sketched pictures ended story
FARM TROUBLES Sara Jayne Gray 5th The cows mock me in the green, grassy field, The chicks and chickens chased me out of the hen house, The strong, brown horse bucked me off his back, The ducks pushed me in the shimmering pond, The big, fat pig splattered me with sticky brown mud, Seems the only animal that likes me here is the dog.
Chloe Watrous 3rd
Liam Gallaga 1st
Lottie Aki 1st
THUNDER-SNOW As we walk along the silver road The puddles shine as the raindrops fall Their long skirts rippling with lace The fog hangs low like a sagging blanket Held up by thin trees, infuriated by this task They have lost their leaves And hate their shameful baldness As the snow piles high And the rain pours on Never ending winter Never ending Thunder-snow Emma Flannery 9th
DRIFTING IN THE AIR I float in the air. I hover around the mountains. I glimmer in rain. I am warm but also cold. I will put you in zen mode.
Natalie McCall 5th
NEGLECT Neglect, neglect is the word That no one wants to be heard. It rings in the ears! And can bring out tears! Tears of the forgotten ones. Neglect. Neglect is the word That no one wants to feel. It feels lonely and forgotten, In the unknown corner. While the others continue riding, Your still on the sideline, not close to where you want to be. If you’re ever to be mistaken, And put off in the shadow, Do not sit and wallow! Stand up! Shake it off and rise above, To prove to the ones who overlooked. Because you will not hear the word neglect, Nor will it reflect, The amazing accomplishment that deserves respect. Emma Halbert 12th
Jessica Qiao 12th
Lille van der Zanden 10th
The person who I see in the mirror is not a person that is so easy to be. But in order to be truly free. I have to look at myself with honesty.
I walk in the steps of millions that lived before me. They cast shadows of images I don’t want to see. Persecuted and Executed for their Jewish identity. My name honors their memory. I have been bullied and mistreated because I don’t have a Christmas tree. Because that’s what their parents taught them so easily. So I’m silent and I wash away the pain like the waves on the sea. I never get to celebrate some of my special qualities. My family stresses the importance of one’s veracity. We pray for peace and that applies to the world in its entirety. Ethan Cantor 8th
A LIFE THAT COUNTS
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 The wind blows by carrying a swift breeze of fresh air 1, 2, 3, 4 Brushing my hair to the side 5, 6, 7, 8 My head follows then my shoulders 1, 2 Rib rib and Isolate 3, 4 Hip hip 5 and 6 Circling 7, 8 I dance Samantha Weinberg 9th
Anna Roszak 7th
Eloise Richardson 6th Paula Fiegl 7th
Rebecca Kirtley 12th
Molly Biggs 4th
DANCE! Claudia Fiegl 5th I kick my legs into open space! I twirl around until I fall! I dance and celebrate until the white day is over I lie awake in my cool sheets, thinking what a beautiful day it was I fall asleep under the eyes of the moon The dark night, just like the light day, is beautiful too. I lift my skirt, and tap my foot, feeling the beat of the lively song! I go home after a too-quick day I fall asleep under the ears of the moon The dark night, just like the light day, is beautiful too.
LES COULEURS Gris comme le chat dans la maison de mon père, Jaune comme le petit oiseau dans l'appartement de ma mère, Rouge comme le délicieux jus de tomate, Violet comme les taxis à Chicago, Vert comme les arbres au printemps, Bleu comme le ciel quand il fait beau, Orange comme la feuille de participation. COLORS Gray as the cat in my father’s house, Yellow as the little bird in my mother’s apartment, Red as delicious tomato juice, Purple as the taxis in Chicago, Green as the trees in spring, Blue as the sky on a beautiful day, Orange as the participation sheet. Maxim Marshall 7th
Zander Khan 4th
Aidan Mitts 8th
Zoe Rosenstock 3rd
WHERE I’M FROM I am from a stage Caked with dust and splinters I am from standing on the coffee table and providing the after-dinner entertainment I am from the shadow that my sister left on stage Or the one my brother left on the basketball court Everything five year old me Wanted to be I am the smell of pastitsio And the skin of an olive I’M FROM ROARING VOICES On my cousins’s farm I am from a mind of my own Carefully crafted by members of my family I am from anger and sadness From the lips that brush across each other gently As they whisper memorized movie line
I am from the child who hid under the covers Scared by too many thoughts I am from people’s laughter Who are too busy to see tears I am from a family Which is twisted like a grape vine But holds its own I am from a Seed Whose heart has been spread across the world From someone who cares too much And wastes too much time All the while On the stage In the blazing spot light
Valerie Jaharis 11th
Liliana Green 4th
Zak Nelson 11th
The sun hit me in just the right spot on the square of my left shoulder blade and it felt good really good It spread warmth on every square of skin on my body and I just felt so--right like the world was made for me that there is a little nook for me to crawl into where I can just be EXPOSED My breath raw, my stomach hollow and yet I was still here I don’t want this feeling to end CRANK CRANK CRANK What is happening? I lift my gaze out of my nook to find a tall, hovering man lowering the curtains, lowering the curtains, but at the same time smirking at me because he knew just the effect he was having on me The warmth slowly but surely began to fade
The warm air being sucked of me I felt like I was dying Somebody, Save me! I glance around at the rest of my classmates but nobody is looking up. How can they carry on like this? Surely they too feel the cool goose bumps creeping up on their arms surely they too feel this rotten pit settling at the bottom of their stomachs I look up one more time to make sure I am not fantasizing There they are earbud in each ear The only thing that matters their stupid music blaring and then it hits me I am alone surrounded by silhouettes in a dark Katie Karmin 9th chilly nowhere
Josie Santi 12th
SILENT PEOPLE Will O’Connor 8th
Every where you go, there always is a person that is shy or doesn’t
talk to anyone very much. Typically they fall into the category of being “Depressed” or being “Antisocial,” but what if they just don’t know what to say? If you ever really think about it, the ones who are silent really have the upper hand, because you never really know what they’re doing. So while the people who are talking reflect on something they learned, the people who are silent get to learn another thing on top of that. So, the next time you begin to think about what’s going on inside that kid in the corners head, you know its going to be a thought one step in front of yours.
Clayton Durning 8th
Ben Silverman 8th
MEDITATION The soil is rich It is rejuvenating You are mesmerized Rachel Olatunji 5th
Eun Hae Lillig 5th
Close your eyes. You are at a beach in Chicago. You can hear the giggling children happily playing. The splashing of the waves are quiet. Of course, sometimes you can also hear the lifeguards whistle, loud and shrill. The scene is nice. Children covered in sand playing with a ball shouting. They throw the ball a little too far and it lands by your feet. You throw it back to them. They smile at you. You see people eating a picnic. There is lush, green trees to your left. Far away you can see the ferris wheel at Navy Pier. You feel relaxed. You rub sunscreen on your arms which are almost burned. You walk a little farther down the beach and you see an interesting seashell. You go and pick up the seashell. It is many colors and is very beautiful. You are hot so you walk into the water. It is nice and cool. You feel so calm. You go back to your towel and lay down. You put on sunglasses you go to sleep. In a while you wake up and notice it was time to go. You pack your things and go.
Walker Hyman 4th
MEMORIES Maya Valliath 7th Her warm, loving, brown eyes gazed down at me. I smiled at her. The smell of her tea drifted from the kitchen and I ran to the biscuits. I dipped the crumbly biscuit into her tea. She watched us play around the couch and with the toys that lay in a cabinet in the bedroom. As we waltzed through her big tile hallway and stared with awe at the foreign plants carefully tended to by her that lay outside the window, she watched us play through those circular glasses that framed her face. Three years later, when I came back, and she was old and frail. She still smelled of her light perfume. Her skin was smooth and glossy but wrinkled. One day I wore an Indian shirt and I remember she was so proud of me. I don’t know for what but I felt so loved by her. She lay in the floral bed weak and exhausted. I had to say goodbye. Her warm, loving, brown eyes gazed up at me. I smiled at her.
I received her stamp collection half a year later. It smelled like an old book and the precious stamps were contained in a gold tinted box. I gingerly sifted through the collection of memories. I slowly accumulated bits and pieces of her life. I smiled.
Junior Kindergarten
Avery Avedisian & Chloe Jacobi JK
Camilla Joffrey & Adam Kalil JK
Ben Potter 10th
THE PAST Phoebe Casey 6th ~ Inspired by The Red Scarf Girl November 4, 1966 I felt guilt and there was nothing I could do about it. December 15, 1966 The december rain washed away my humiliation and shame January 7, 1967 I saw a boy blowing big splendid soap bubbles that shimmered with colors in the sunlight, just as we had done when we were little February 19, 1967 His enthusiasm was ELECTRIC frank, sincere, sympathetic March 29, 1967 Our red scarves flutter, the sounds of drums and gongs, many beautiful dreams
Stephanie Curley 12th
casually the fish swims around the tank lazily viewing the diverse colored rocks and the leafy plant
all inside
the aquarium in the room Juliet Ainsley 4th
Lily Biggs SK Ava Farhat SK
HAPPINESS Talia Smith 7th Hold fast to happiness For if it goes Life is a garden That’s missing a hose. Hold fast to happiness For when it is gone Life is a sketchbook Without anything drawn.
Vanessa Borelli 5th
Connor Gray 2nd
CHICAGO SCENE : TRIATHALON Sam Roszak 5th I am waiting for the horn to blow. The anticipation is growing. I am starting to sweat. I glance at the boy next to me right as the horn blows. I sprint into the water. The water is splashing everywhere, and it’s kinda hard to see. When the water gets deeper I dive under it and start swimming. I then quickly jump up for a gulp of air; then I submerge back into the murky water. We swim for a couple more minutes and soon I am running out of the water on to the shore to get to my transition station. When I get to my transition station I get my shoes, socks, number and belt. Then I grab my bike and run for the bike track. When I get to the bike start I hop on my bike and start pedaling. I feel the air hitting my chest. It’s like a cold bite, but I quickly get over it and pass a couple more people. My legs start hurting more and I notice that I am going up a hill. I power through it and on the other side I look ahead of me and I see the bike finish. I am a little relieved because I know that the race will be over soon. When I reach the bike finish I hop off my bike and run it back to my transition station. I take off my helmet and get my water bottle and take a swig. The water runs like a river down my throat. I run to the run start and then I start sprinting. I am sprinting for my life and it feels amazing. I am running for some time now, I have passed a lot of people. There is a Gatorade stand up ahead so I think I should take a drink. When I am done I throw it away and I run for a couple more minutes. I see the finish line; I am more relieved than ever before. I sprint my fastest through the finish line; my heart is pounding. I take my token of victory, my medal. I then run to my cheering parents and give them a hug. I feel like a champion.
Antonia Theodosakis 10th
Duncan Appelbaum 7th
WHERE WE’VE GONE Lights flicker Reflect my shadow on the cobble stone Barely see as the haze takes sight Turn the corner, hear bells chime No one but my shadow and I The ring, the sound, our waltz we danced The silence, the hum, our collapse Continue over the bend to the crowded square All is dark, my shadow replaced By the boy who rang the bells inside The danced, collapsed heart of mine Where we’ve gone Tess Considine 9th
Danielle Savin 3rd
Alexandra Charnas 6th
LET GO OF THAT DREAM
Let go of that dream That one of illusion The outside of your unleashed And burning desires of the bleeding heart Release that unwanted but beautiful blue bird That many others have but refuse to free from their hesitant cages Let go of that dream The one of intrusion Misled by the twisted path you trod beneath And imposed upon you by witch-crafted art Away with any foreign thought, tongue, and word And realize that night strange star you wished upon was so absurd Let go of that star No matter how it seems No matter how it gleams By no means should you go to extremes Because what glows amonsgt the purple darkness is only waiting full of starkness And up its big dipper sleeve is a scheme Let go that dream Let go. Shemar James 12th