Editors Statements ...

Being a senior has really made me appreciate the little things Ive been apart of during my high school career. The Le Diletantte or Le Dil for short, has been a part of my life for an entire 8 years now and Im finally realizing that Im going to miss this magazine. Sure, I might not miss the fact that every year theres a new and more difficult challenge to overcome or feeling stressed when trying to reach the deadline. But this magazine is fantastic way to showcase the artistic abilities of the students at Central Montcalm and Im definitely going to miss being a part of this wonderful project. Since this is my senior year and my last Le Dilettante, I would like to dedicate this magazine to my AWESOME mom, Mrs. Ruggles. Mom, thank you so much for teaching me the importance of art and guiding me through all of my artistic endeavors. I love you! Senior Editor, Alyssa Ruggles Over the course of the past week I have learned that organizing and puting together a magazine is very difficult! Although I felt as though it was challenging, I also loved it at the same time! Next year I will certainly return as an editor. I enjoying drawing, painting and just doing art whenever Im bored or have nothing to do. Putting together this magazine made me challenge the way I think, and maybe alter something huge or something small to make it just right. Being done with the magazine leaves me with a good feeling, but I cannot wait until next year's Le Dilettante. I am looking forward to seeing more art and what CMHS students are capable of creating! Junior Editor, Ann Karwoski

Gypsy Girl
So much depends on The girl with the fire colored hair. Long and wrapping around her delicate face, Eyes sparkling like diamonds.
--Clara Mikula 8th

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Reghan Springsteen

Until Then
We were 18 and untouchable, Had the world around our fingers, Looking towards tomorrow, Where the sun will shine bright, Where the sun will shine bright, Graduation was around the corner, We could see it so clearly, Then the storm came in and ran us over, A twister ran through our lives and blew us away, Buried this deep inside, continued living a lie. Now shes moving on and Im playing here, However I can live without fear, Ill find her someday. Took a trip way out west, Looking for only the best, Trying to separate her from the rest, We headed to L.A. Looking for her and her smile, A smile to take my breath away, Carried this deep inside, Without a soul to confide in. So Im living in the hope of seeing her someday, Perhaps Ill sweep her off her feet and carry her home, Maybe someday Ill find a way, Until then, Its the band and I, Playing our music till the day we die, Forever Ill carry this hope, Screams and tears as we play, These streets keep holding on So Ill keep writing for another day.

Revolt Against The Revolution

Another day, Another life, Forever changed, By the knife, A cross to bear while know one cares, A saddened grain, Added strain,

Dont lose hope, Look to the skies, See the birds? Theyre just as trapped as you, Yet they trudge on through, A universal sign to carry on, Beyond the wrong and right, Beyond the light of night, These shackles they come, With certain opportunities, A revolt to move mountains, For those who are bound have what the rich desire, A life full of chances for bards to sing with lyres, Tomorrow may never come, So bring out the revolution, Secure your freedom! An administration can only suppress so many, When we stand together, We can do anything, The world is bound to hear us out, For in this life, This Day, With these dying breaths,

WE SHOUT!

Elizabeth Richardson

Alyssa Ruggles

My Mask
I hide my face under my mask. Living in the world where people judge. Maybe they wont ask, Maybe they wont see, Hopefully they wont know. They should ignore me. I dont want to show I want to escape. But my mask doesnt hide me well enough. People still see me. I walk by and they hush. No one knows I need help. Can they tell Im alone? Its never been shown. I see things differently I close my eyes and hold my breath The tint of my mask is getting darker As I fill it with the marker of my mind. I am hidden. I am lost. Never to be found. Behind my Mask. -- Lynsey Blonshine 7th