Month: September 2023

Winter was one of the reasons why I came to Canada. In Mexico everything in winter is so much different than here, there’s no snow and it’s not that cold, however here in Canada is a dream come true. I love snowboarding, which means Canada is specialty in snowy mountains.

Winter is a season that fills me with wonder and excitement. When the first snowflakes start to fall, it’s like a magical moment straight out of a storybook. Each snowflake is unique and beautiful, and they come together to create a soft, white blanket on the ground.

One of the things I love most about winter is how quiet it becomes. The world seems to slow down, and everything is so peaceful. I can hear the crunch of my footsteps on the snow.

Winter is also a time for cozy moments. I enjoy sipping hot cocoa by the warm fireplace and wrapping myself in a soft blanket while watching a good movie. It’s a season for spending time with family and friends, making memories together.

Im counting the days for winter to arrive in Canada, even though we are right now in autumn I want winter to arrive right now. Winter makes my nose turn red making a realization that it arrived, also its starts smelling like cinnamon and pumpkin spice, meaning Christmas is here! Definitely Winter is the best.

 

There was was a man who called himself king

He treated his people as if they were nothing

One day a witch came from far away

But the cruel king turned her away

With the few moments in which they conversed

The witch left the king eternally cursed

No matter how much food the king inhaled

An itching of hunger would always prevail

The chefs were forced to cook feasts galore

But it was no use, the king just wanted more

The costs caused his country to go from rich to poor

He was forced to sell his daughter as if she were a whore

Until one day he disappeared like Houdini

He had eaten himself whole and that was fini

(mock yelp review from posh person of our camping trip, for funsies)

YELP REVIEW

I recently went on a camping trip and it was indubitely horrible. First of all, the weather was much too cold for my liking and it was just very drab in general. We went paddleboarding on the second day, but none of the seals wanted to swim with our company and actually swam away at the sight of our boards, how incredibly rude of them. We also had to sit on wooden chairs, eat on wooden tables with wooden cutlery, and sleep in wooden cabins. Too much unfurnished wood in my opinion it was far below my standards if i do say so myself. We also had to hike in this absolutely atrocious gear which was so unstylish and unfit that it made me want too retch overall i will stay in my city where i like it thank you very much.

 

2/5 stars

The sun in her eyes

the softness of her accent

off in Monterrey

 

One girl recently became very addicted to music. She cannot imagine her life without it. Music is a great way for a girl to distract herself from the world around her and escape from it. She adores the feeling that engulfs her whenever she puts on the headphones. She feels as if all her problems and the world fade into the background. All those small shards of glass that tormented her from the inside disappear, and new feelings arise in their place. Peace and comfort.

PW #1: Fictional Writing

*Fictional story*

The day wakes me with a crisp blue morning. Blue in more than one way – blue as in the sky, peeking out from behind the crumpled white window shades above my bed, humming with cold light. Blue as in my first class that morning was math, which I had carefully color-coded as a pale cerulean on my schedule in my spiral notebook, and in which I always used my wrinkled pastel blue graph book to take notes.

But most significantly, blue like sadness, melancholy, and sorrow. Blue that makes you think of gray skies and heavy rain. Blue that weighs me down, tightening my throat and constricting my lungs. Blue like my drenched heart, hanging heavy in my chest like the muffling fog of a cloud barely hovering over the ground. Blue that fills my veins, pumps my blood, and injects my sinuses with the thick saturated burden of grief.

Blue because last Tuesday, my dad died.

I can’t deny it.

Can’t rephrase what happened, or avoid it.

I always try to restate it, to forget it by erasing the memory. But it can’t be done. Every morning when I wake up, the fact crashes through my head like a tsunami, leaving destruction and chaos in its wake. Every morning, I’ve ended up here, staring at the light leaking through my window shades, and wishing.

Remembering.

On May 29th, 2064, the country of Nelsiliss declared war on the dolphins. I’m not exactly sure how it all started, all I know is that one day almost everyone in the country was angrily wading out into the ocean, shouting profanities at the slippery mammals as they darted beneath the waves. Perhaps the war was declared because, as a country who’s economy is mainly reliant on the export of fish, the fact that we had to share the resources of an ocean with other creatures was impossible to fathom. Or perhaps one day our government decided that their people needed something to rally against, regardless of the logic behind it. Recently, governments have been doing this a lot more; blindly declaring war on whoever they first see before thinking that they might have better uses of their time. The sad thing is that it seems to be doing exactly what they hoped: rallying the people against a common enemy. I briefly entertain the idea that this whole ordeal started with one lonely fisherman out on his boat; sick of all the marine life pestering him, decided that the best way to solve this problem was to declare war on an animal that can’t even comprehend war. Sometimes I envy these animals.

I think we can all agree the chickens were annoying.

I awoke in the early morning to the guttural cries of our cursed avian brethren. The screams rattled all ears that had the misfortune of consciousness. I tossed and turned trying to block out the infernal screeches but to no avail. I had no other option than to arise. The morning air was unyieldingly crisp causing a trail of shivers down my spine.

Breakfast was served, cereal the main course. Alas, I was hoping for eggs benedict. Perhaps the fates would smile on me and we would be blessed with an egg dish the following morning.  Chicken fricassee, chicken cacciatore, chicken teriyaki or a lovely roast chicken accompanied my thoughts as I paddle-boarded the morning away.

After lunch, we had a conversation occasionally being interrupted by the incessant bedevilled cackling of our Gallus gallus domesticus neighbours. Card games followed and after another fowless dinner, we retired to our flimsy abode.

Falling asleep was arduous, the dinosaurs’ long-lost relatives keeping us awake.  I turned to face my tent companion, reiterating my displeasure at the commotion. We left the following morning and I had chicken for dinner.

 

 

 

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑔𝑖𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑢𝑝𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑝 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑛𝑜𝑠𝑒, 𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑒. 𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑎 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑧𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 twelve 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑡ℎ𝑠 𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦'𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒.

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑢𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑚, 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛. Her nostrils filled with tℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑙𝑡𝑦 𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑀𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑛𝑧𝑖𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ, 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑐ℎ. 𝐴𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑏𝑦, ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑎𝑧𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑛𝑒'𝑠 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠.

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑧𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑟𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑢𝑛, 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑟𝑢𝑛. 𝑂𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑢𝑝𝑜𝑛 𝑎 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒, ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑢𝑛, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑧𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑐ℎ 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑒. 𝐷𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑛𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓-𝑠𝑢𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡.

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑛 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠, 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑖𝑣𝑒? 𝐼𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑒, 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑟𝑎 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑢𝑝ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑑. 𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑎 𝑓𝑜𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑒, ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦. 𝑁𝑜 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒, 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑦. 𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒? Would 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑣𝑒?

The Sun shined orange

The water was glistening

The water was still

The trees were swaying

And the birds were singing songs

Utterly sublime

The sun painted the sky with hues untamed,

A masterpiece of colours, unashamed.

And with the symphony of light came signs of wildlife,

Nature’s new wonders coming back to life.

 

The birdsong rose beneath the autumn haze,

Amidst the glow of the rising sun’s gaze,

With the dappled sunlight glinting through trees,

There was a hint of salty ocean breeze.

 

The vibrant coloured canopy of tents,

Stirred one by one with their inhabitants.

Eager to seize the adventurous day,

Despite the misty chill in murder bay.

 

The vast expanse of the calm ocean deep,

Cast a rhythmic lull that put us to sleep.

And as we lay by the crackling flames,

Our untainted dreams of nature remain.

You remind me of that pretty gold star sticker that I had on my backpack when I was young. I loved it while it lasted but when it wore out and needed to go, it left a dark, sticky stain that I didn’t know how to fix. You left your mark on me like that sticker left its mark on my backpack. I got a new backpack after that because I didn’t like how empty and used it looked without the sticker. I wonder what will happen to me without my pretty gold star sticker.

I think intently

as unthinking fingers do

drum the keys with aim

 

The Stranded Dawn – A New Horizon

A blaring noise overtakes my mind. My eyes crack open, adjusting to the mid-morning light wafting in through my bedroom windows. A groan escapes my lips as my body flips, groping across my nightstand. I fumble with my alarm clock, searching for the snooze button, hopeful the noise went unnoticed. An opening door answers my inquiry. I sense my father’s dismayed glare at my unkempt appearance as he disturbs my slumber.

“Ian, get up, you’ll be late” my father growls at my uncooperating behaviour. Three weeks have passed since the incident, which completely changed my life. Since then, my parents seem to have lost all trust and sympathy towards me over an accident which I was unreasonably framed for. The impatient footsteps of my father departing interrupt the incessant haunting of regret and turmoil. I reluctantly persuade myself to stretch my limbs, rectifying my consciousness to begin my day.

Ringing infuses my head; I stir and groggily drag my head upwards to encounter the scrutiny of Ms. Vanderwall.

“Ian, you cannot continue to sleep during my history classes, this new behaviour is completely unacceptable.” Ms. Vanderwall gazes down at me, half-asleep on my desk. I glance around the isolated classroom. “Ian?”

“Right, sorry. It won’t happen again” I saunter out of the classroom, entering the cramped halls. I cancel out the malicious comments and gibes bouncing between conversations and tentatively walk forward.

“Gun boy! Stashing anything else in your locker yet? Wouldn’t want anything to happen, would we now?” My steps reversed, turning to witness Anthony presenting another speech about the alleged gun that was planted in my locker. I disregard his words and concentrate my mind away from the commotion.

I’m celiac.  Meaning I’m allergic to Gluten. So, I can’t eat for example “normal Bread” but it’s not so easy,                                                                                          because of cross contamination, like if I cut bread with a knife and whit the same knife I cut a Gluten free bread, it’s contaminated. The point is that being in a Gluten free diet is hard and I wouldn’t recommended eating a Gluten free dyed, if you aren’t celiac.

 

I have really enjoyed my time here, at first It was a little different than Mexico, but I’ve already got used to it, my first weekend here I went to downtown with my friends for dinner, we went to a place called milestone, we arrived by bus and that was my first time riding a bus alone without my parents, in downtown we took a lot of pictures, the ride back was a little chaotic because we almost lost the bus and a friend was injured of her foot, so we couldn’t run as fast as we needed. On Saturday it was supposed to be a chill day, go to a mall and just hangout, but we ended up in downtown again and I met with a friend from my hometown that came to study here too, so that was really fun. On Sunday we went to a hike with the school, it was really fun seeing all the nature but a little tiring too, but when we got to the top everything was worth it, the view was beautiful, after we went to Dairy Queen, that wasn’t so sporty of us.

I have had a really fun week I can’t wait to have more.

Hello, my name is Valeria Reinoso.

I am a boarding student from Mexico City, Mexico. I am 17 years old. I am staying in Brookes Westshore for 1 year and I am hoping to make new friends and have new experiences and enjoy my time here while im studying and socializing with people from other countries and with different cultures. I will talk about ice skating and my experience there.

I have been ice skating since I was 3 years old, everything started when I was a little kid and my mom saw a summer course in the ice rink in mexico, so she decided to sing me in. She saw I was very good at it so she decided to take me to classes and tat that moment she decided that was going to be my sport.

Everything was going well with me ice skating, and when I turned 6 years old my sister started ice skating as well, she was 3 years old too, so the two of us started going to classes, we had a very good time and we became very good at it. When I turned 12 years old I broke my arm so I needed to stop ice skating for a while, while my arm healed. My sister continued to ice skate, when I returned 1 week later I broke my nose so I count skate for another month.

I got better and I returned to ice skate, everything started going very well and my coach told me I was ready to go to nationals, so I started practicing my solo to compete, but I broke my foot. I could skate for 3 months because I needed a surgery but my mom didn’t wanted me to get it, so I only went to therapy for my foot. When the 3 months passed I returned to skate but I lost all my doubles so I had to start prating again and started training for Monday to Saturday, 3 hours.

When I got my doubles I started training for my solo again and I started doing everything to be able to get to nationals. I was going to Queretaro, that is a city in Mexico, but I was playing soccer with my sister and I Brooke my foot again, all this happened in June of 2023, so I needed a surgery again but I was coming here to Canada, so I went to therapy again and I recovered until August.

I started training again for a month and I wasn’t able to go to nationals, but here in Canada I went to the tryouts for the JDF ice skating team and got in. So now that I have a good opportunity to become better skater here I will do my best. When I go back to Mexico I will try my best to go to nationals but now with a better level. I hope this time I break nothing, including my foot.

This is my story of ice skating, I hope everyone enjoys reading it. Thank you.

This past summer I had the opportunity to embark on an incredible trip. While my sister was on a leadership program in Costa Rica, my parents and I decided to go on a trip as well. Initially, my parents had told me that we were going to Seattle for some shopping, hiking and other adventures, which got me really excited. We first made our way to Vancouver for a night and then in the early morning we headed to the airport where my parents said, ‘Here’s your ticket with gate B12, go find it’.
When I arrived at B12 I was confused as it said Toronto!? I went back to my parents and said something must be wrong it said Toronto and not Seattle? My Dad said you’ll need this connecting flight ticket as well, when I read it, it said Manhattan, New York, as soon as I saw that my jaw dropped and my eyes lit the room! I was so surprised! The one place I dreamed of visiting was New York, I was so excited. 8 hours and two flights later we arrived. We checked into our Manhattan hotel and my views were amazing.
Several buildings were illuminating the NY skyline with their beautiful lights. Even the iconic Empire State Building was right outside my window!
We were in New York for a week and it was the best time of my life.
We went on a helicopter tour and viewed the whole city which included the Statue of Liberty and and the Brooklyn Bridge. I got to learn about the Twin Towers and visited the memorial at Ground Zero. We did some shopping, rode bikes around Central Park and had the most amazing food. My favourite thing we did was Broadway.
We watched, Wicked, it was the best! I got to learn a whole bunch of US culture, new foods, and geography. I’m so grateful I got to go to New York and I look forward to many more travel adventures.

HI! I didn’t know how to start writing my personal writing because even though I like to write, I am not good at it and this time it was difficult to think about a specific topic to write on, so I started thinking and suddenly I thought, maybe writing about life experiences and memories that have left a mark on my life is worth it so I decided to do it, I just said: why not? it can be funny and interesting knowing about another persons personal experiences and special moments that they will always have in their minds. I see it as a really personal way to know another person.

First of all I’d like to talk about traveling. Traveling has become one of my favorite hobbies because I see it as a window to know different spaces, places, cultures, traditions, and of course special people that later become forever friendships. Travel is more than just going on vacation, it’s about making memories and mental photographs that will forever be in your mind. Since I was a child my ever favorite movie its Ratatouille and when I saw it for the first time I said that I wanted to go to Paris, later this idea became a dream and then a reality. In my 7 birthday I went to Paris as a present from my parents and my childhood dream came true; standing at the top of the Eiffel Tower felt incredible and I realized that traveling will be my favorite thing to do.

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It’s a day. just like any other for the matter. Luna thought tiredly watching the sun set on the old vast farm that she’d so tirelessly worked on. Day and day again. Working on something as monotone as basic field work was never one of her ambitions, although she never minded. “By god! there’s no need to act like you’ve never slept a day in your life Luna!” She hear a teasing voice tease behind her. Luna re-adjusted her hand on the cold dry grass as she swung her head over to see Bane – her brother – walk nonchalantly over to her, his smug smile etched all over his face. Luna sighed over a laugh “I’m too tired for your nonsense, leave me alone” she whined sarcastically. Bane plopped himself next to Luna, crossing his arms stubbornly. “Heck no! there is no way I’m listening to another one of Uncle’s lectures on laziness. Like he’d know anything about working!”. Luna snorted in his face “Yeah neither would you”. Bane shot her a look of annoyance. “Hey I did NOT come here to be bullied!” He said putting on his best angry face, that looked more like his version of sick old grandpa than anything. Luna laughed dryly, “What are siblings for?”. They sat there in silence for a moment, listening to the faint wiring sound of the windmill. Letting a days worth of memories wash over them.

Suddenly Luna spotted a star in the sky. Weird isn’t it to early for there to be stars out? Luna pondered as the star sparkled brightly at her. Luna shrugged, decidedly ignoring the early star as if it were another grass in a field. “Hey Luna” Bane said, tapping Luna on the shoulder, almost franticly. “What! What? I told you to stop tapping my shoulder it’s annoying! What do you want?”  she hissed, swatting his hand. “Look!” he blurted pointing his finger out to the star, his gaze fixed of the white shine of the star. The star was still shiny as ever, sitting on top of the sunset like a bird waiting for dawn. Nothing particularly strange. “Nice star” she tried glancing at Banes nervous expression. “Don’t you thing that’s maybe a little to big for a star?” Luna shot him an annoyed look “look I’m too tired for another of one of your crrrrrazy the-” Suddenly she saw a bright flash in the corner of her eyes. She whipped her head over and the star was gone. “Wha-“. “It’s over there!” Bane blurted loudly, Luna’s gaze suddenly catching on a moving light across the horizon, the star! Luna rubbed her eyes franticly to make sure what she was seeing was real. The star only grew bigger and brighter as it descended the horizon. Going down faster and faster with every passing second. Suddenly it shot through the sky and crash right in the fields of their family. A cloud moving boom ripped out of the air, hitting Luna and Bane like a rouge wave.

Luna lied in shock against the dry old willow tree behind her and Bane. A ringing feeling of shock and confusing spun around her head, playing catch with her thoughts. “L-Luna?” Bane quivered, his voice sounding just as frazzled as Luna felt “W-What- What was that?”. Luna peered over at Bane tentatively. His face was ridden with shock, lookin almost as if someone had shook his soul out of his body. I wonder if ma and pa heard that? Luna’s head wheezed. Luna felt dead drop terrified that it may have been an alien- or maybe even a space ship, however once she gathered her thoughts her once slow-paced brain became riddled with curiosity. Maybe its an astronaut that had a crash landing- or an alien- I wonder what an alien would look like? Like a human but purple- or even ORANGE? or like a rabbit or lizard! But smart like Bane and I? Or even- “I’m telling ma about this Luna” Bane wheezed hoarsely, cutting through her line of thought. “NO!” Luna scolded, grabbing Bane’s arm before he could run “this is my one chance to do something exiting and you are NOT about to ruin it!”. With that Luna stubbornly shoved herself off the patchy ground, excitement and anxiousness humming through her bones. Luna ran down the hill, passing stalks of beige grass and warped trees as she glided down the hill to the crash site.

The crash site was small, it couldn’t have been bigger than two or three barrels wide. The moist soil around it was thrashed and tore up. a smoked up crevice was all that was left. A deep grey smoke that enveloped the middle of the crash, making it near impossible to see the item of the sky. Suddenly a pale hand reach out from the smoke. followed by a shoulder and then the rest of the body. Luna gasped. It was a girl, she had shining yellow eyes that looked right into Luna’s. her starlight hair, reaching down to her waist and a glittering star patten that traced all around her body. “Hello” it whispered softly “My name’s Luna”

Chinese culture, that was founded at BC 2070 (Dynasty Xia), which was one of the longest civilization in the world. After 4000 years: Ancient Babylon, Ancient Egypt and Ancient India had all vanished in the time zone. But why did Chinese survive?

Before we discussed why did Chinese civilization survived, we first needed to know how to define the difference between civilization and culture. Civilization usually meant multiple human lived together and having common language and book to communicated with each others. But the culture didn’t need have a language to speak, they can invented other type remains to prove they were on this world. Chinese earliest word was founded at 1 million years ago but they didn’t have their self-language to speak so they were not Chinese civilization.

Then why did Chinese civilization survive? So Chinese have a special official position in all dynasty include Zhou dynasty to Qing dynasty, these people were recording what did the decision that king made and big event that happened. These text were important due to the life trace of people in that time were fully recorded and later generations can learned from these traditional culture and inherited them. Also later generations will inherited the dream of their ancestor and to have a plan of how to achieve these goal. For Example the first emperor in China Ying Zheng, after his first emperor life the later king all had a dream to unify the China and expanded their territories.

In other civilization, Babylon recorded the first statute book, but their history was not recorded by them, it was written by Jewish, and 2000 years ago the Old Israel instinct but in 1948 Zionist recreate Israel and the history have been inherited. Old Egypt’s history have already disappear due to they had never recorded their history, the first recordation was founded by Tang Dynasty’s monk Xuanzang which was Tang Monk.

So we can see that it was very important to record history for later generations to learn and inherit their dream and experience, and that’s how a culture can kept survived in the time zone.

All my life when someone asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, my automatic answer was ‘I want to be a doctor!’. I did not know what type of doctor I wanted to be; I just knew I wanted to become one. Part of the reason is that my mother always wanted one of her children to be a doctor. I took that responsibility upon myself and was determined to make her proud. Growing up, she always taught my sisters and me the importance of being able to fend and provide for ourselves, and the way she said it always seemed like the only way to become rich was by working as one of these three things: a doctor, a lawyer, or an IT specialist. In that order. Either that or marry rich.

It wasn’t only my mother that ‘inspired’ me to become a doctor. I made up my mind to become one because when I was younger, I made many trips to see the doctor. While I was being treated each time I went there, The doctors inspired me a little due to the way they always ensured to make me feel better. I also wanted to be the one to make someone happy and healthy at the end day. Something about it just brings me joy whenever I think about it.

As I got older, it started to dawn on me what being a doctor meant. It wasn’t just about seeing a patient, telling them what’s wrong with them, and getting your pay. It was way more complicated than that. Surgeons had to be in contact with a lot of blood most of the time they worked. That didn’t change my mind because I later realized blood didn’t faze me. ‘Ah, I forgot you want to be a doctor in the future.’ my mom often told me whenever she glanced at me and didn’t see me shiver or shut my eyes at the sight of blood.

After reading various articles and websites on the various types of doctors there are (and which one pays the highest) I think I’ve made up my mind on the type of doctor I want to become and hopefully, I don’t change my mind. In the future, I hope to become a neurosurgeon or a pediatrician. I chose Neurosurgery because something about the nervous system fascinates me. I would like to become more educated on the nervous system while helping people. And the option of being a Pediatrician is simply because I have a soft spot for children.

Overall, my desire to become a doctor stems from my desire to help others. I believe that being a doctor is one of the most rewarding professions out there, and I am excited to be a part of it.

The trees swayed,

her hair blowing in the wind

like the water in the ocean nearby.

Friends playing,

laughing,

a life worth living.

Not all find it so easy,

but there is always a way,

no one is alone forever

just not searching hard enough.

The beach is a place where dreams come true,

where friends become family,

and where there will always be a place for you.

The sand is gold,

like the incandescent memory of the girl you love.

The one of your dreams,

where you talked

for hours,

her hair blowing in the wind at the beach where the sand is gold.

– Matteo Eden

When I was little, my parents were always working. They always believed in me and still do, I think… I always did my homework and different types of exercises like ballet, gymnastics, athleticism, swimming and even fencing so that I didn’t stay alone in my house. I was never alone though. I had my two older sisters, who showed me the basic things about life and all the how to’s. They were, are and will always be my best friends, so if I have to blog about anything I like, this is probably one of my favorite topics to talk about.

Melissa is my oldest sister, she is the smartest girl I know. She gives the best advice and sees the potential in every situation and person she knows. She is studying to be an engineer.
She was my fashion icon, she still is, but please don’t tell her that. We both love sushi, yoga, the color pink, and even though we see life in a different way, we complement each other. She is literally my ride or die when riding roller coasters, and I couldn’t have asked for a better big sister in my life.

Ines is the middle one, now…
She is the best one I know at sports. She is a lovely and patient girl. We always always see the best in each other. We are really close to each other, and we are always there for one another in the good and bad times. A funny thing is that her laugh makes me laugh and the other way round. Ines can always make my days better just by talking to her.
I have always admired her, because even though she is extremely gorgeous, and has everything she could dream of, she still is kind and generous with others.

Thanks to both of my sisters and my amazing parents I am proud to be who I am. I love my family and my two older sisters and even though we sometimes might fight, it’s just normal sister fight and I would never ask them to change. They are a gift for my heart and a great fortune in my life.

Hi! I´m Jose Tostado and I´m from an amazing state in Mexico named Jalisco.

What makes Jalisco special? You might ask, well actually a lot of important people and significants things for Mexico and the world came out from Jalisco just like the Tequila, El Chicharito, Guillermo del Toro, Las Tortas Ahogadas and more…

It is located in the western region in Mexico near to the Pacific Ocean, it was founded in June 16, 1823.

What I like most from Jalisco? Well I like a lot of things but I think that what I most like about Jalisco is the food because its good (obviously) but also because the feelings that I sense every time that I eat things like Las Tortas Ahogadas or La Birria. Every time that I eat those things I feel some kind of satisfaction, I really don´t know why but I just feel it.

If one day you visit Jalisco I really recommend you to try the traditional food and be prepared to experience new feelings.

My first personal writing will be about my change of home, so I decide to come brookes to live a different experience that I was living in mexico and until now has been so excited, since the moment that I said good bye to my friends and family in mexico was a challenge my emotions were like a rollercoaster then when I arrived to the school felt very safe because they made me feel at home,The moment I met my friends we had an incredible connection until we felt like they were my sisters and when I began classes was very nervous but this day was so excited, so I am getting more used to in all the routine that we have here in the dorms, this is an experience that I recommend every single young that has this amazing opportunity.My expectations of this year are arrived mexico with a very well level in English, do a lot of friends, know about of the Canada culture and another cultures, improve my knowledge, live many experiences different as mexico, taste so much delicious food specially typical from canda and Victoria, and last but not least and obviously have fun.

Engine roaring, wheels spinning,

A thrilling feeling begins, while the journeys awaits,

Sunrise hues, a cinematic view, 

A symphony of speed, made me feel free,

Racing hearts, my adrenaline rush, 

Roaming down the open road, 

While the story is untold. 🏎

I had a question I always ask myself but never seemed to be able to find the answer of it. The question was who am I?
That might be the hardest question for most of the people when I ask you this question what did you think of? Your name? Your experiences? or What you have done up until this time? Well I have seemed to found the answer to this question now.
Who am I? I am Rylan Ng I am a basketball player, discus thrower, volleyball player and I love Stitch. I am 15 years old now in these 15 years time I have done a lot of things both good and bad.
When I go out people think that I am in college or even an adult someone asked me to drink, someone gave me the bill when I was having lunch with my mother. What does that suppose to mean? Even one of my friend thought that I was a repeater because I was so mature. Guess I am mature and not looking old. I miss my mother now reminding the memory. As you can see I am a guy who always puts family and friends at first place.
Now when ever people ask who am I I can proudly say I am Rylan I love sport, my family and friends and Stitch

My name is Daniela Veytia Rochin, I am from Mazatlán, México. This is my first year here at Brookes Westshore, I am an international student from their boarding program. My interests are art and fashion, I like to paint and make a lot of crafting things like bracelets and ceramics, in fashion I really enjoy seeing fashion shows and history of fashion. 

As a reader I enjoy it but it’s not a habit for me yet but I am trying to read at least fifteen minutes everyday but sometimes it’s hard for me because I can get distracted really easily, I like to read about romance and fiction. My favorite book is normal people by Sally Rooney.

As a writer I don’t when it’s for school or subjects I don’t enjoy. When somethings is interesting for me I could ride 100 pages but if I am not interested it can be really hard for me and my creativity.

 

My name is Valeria Reinoso, I’m from Mexico City, Mexico. This is my first year attending Brookes Westshore. I’m staying here just for one year, but in case im doing great I will try to convince my parents to stay longer. I love ice skating because I’ve been practicing since I was 3 years old, I love sports and spending time with my friends.

I honestly do not like reading, because I find it a little stressful and boring.  1 month ago I found a book I really liked so I started reading it, but I got bored so I never finished it. I would like to make reading a habit because I know it will help me to become more intellect and to have more knowledge.

I think I am a great at writing stuff I like, for example essays of a topic I find interesting or something I enjoy writing about, but I also think I am good at writing about not so interesting stuff. I personally think that that writing makes me feel better because it is a way to vent and express all my feelings and letting out all the stuff I have inside.