Note From the Editor:

To begin! Thank you, to whoever is reading this

message, for beginning to read this first page. Begin-
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I’ve been gone a lot this past semester, so I’m
really grateful to everyone that stuck it through with
me to the finish line. To Robin Hu, my editor-in-chief
emeritus, thank you for your guidance. To Jason Good-
man, my assistant editor-in-chief, thank you for running
meetings during my many absences. To Jack Standish,
the best copy editor any editor-in-chief has ever had,
thank you for going the extra mile to ensure completion
of this issue. And finally, thank you to the entire staff
for all your hard work. It was a privilege to get to know
you through your submissions and our work together.
Thank you to our mentors, Mrs. Underwood
and Ms. Gardner, for teaching us. Your inspirational
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Table of Contents:

Note From the Editor (Hangyul Lyna Kim) ............................. 1

Prom (Ben Schall) ......................................................................... 3
Embracing the Flutter (Meri Khnkoyan) .................................. 4
Grey Spring (Hanna Stimmel).................................................... 6
Sleep (Hangyul Lyna Kim) ......................................................... 7
Quicksilver (Cindy Xie)............................................................. 10
Golden Hour (Jason Goodman) ............................................... 12
The Struggle of the Olympic Rings (Felix Bulwa) ................. 12
A Gift to My Beloved Brother (Rio Hayakawa) ........................... 16
La Parad(oj)a / The Stopped [Idea]
(Paradox) (Oomi Pammit)............................................. 17
Friendship (Adam Karelin)....................................................... 18
The Sentinel (Jack Standish)...................................................... 19
Page 165 (Felix Bulwa)............................................................... 20
Out of Bounds (Ben Schall) ....................................................... 21
Advice Poem: Sendoff (Franklin Bertellotti) .......................... 22
Staff............................................................................................... 23

Cover: Monochrome in Japan

Rio Hayakawa, Grade 12
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Prom
Ben Schall, Grade 12

Rose gold on black on

you. My eyes on you.
Your eyes on me.

Seeing you, knowing you see me

Seeing you.
My sight spirals in and out between your eyes and mine.

The moment is in the middle

there,
turning and turning and turning
round and round to follow our pace.
We meet
Face to Face
At the moment there,
In the timid hours,
Embrace Embrace.
the form (You) the figure (You) the fire (You) the spark (You)

You put your hand on my cheek. I smile.

You smile.
It is a warm night and
It lasts.
My smile lasts.
Your smile lasts.
I live a little.
I live a lifetime there.
In that moment
I live I live I live.
(O O O)

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Embracing the Flutter
Meri Khnkoyan, Grade 11

Heart beating, face flushing, stomach fluttering—

these sensations all describe the feelings one receives when
falling in love. Even so, symptoms such as this seem rela-
tively simple for such an earnest word like love. The single
emotion of love, defined as the ability to caring sincerely
and deeply for another individual whether it be romantic or
platonic, has the ability to trigger multiple other emotions
due to its unexpected complexity. Although love may bring
adversities and unwanted emotions, one needs both the
presence of love as well as the journey that follows from all
who experience true love.
From the second a child is born, it craves for the
affection which only a parent can satisfy. Similarly, parents
automatically fall in love with the being placed under their
protection. As silly as it may sound, for some inexplicable
reason, this is the basic principle of how love forms between
a child and a parent. Therefore, one of the most import-
ant types of affection is storge love (familial love). Storge
love is critical in the life of an individual because it has the
ability to make one feel emotionally complete and content.
Furthermore, when faced with difficulties, people tend to
always turn to the individuals who know them best: family
members. That’s because our family members are the ones
who’ve seen us at our worst and our best but love us regard-
less. At the end of the day, this love never fails.
Other than finding ourselves surrounded by family,
we also find ourselves in the company of friends. Our time
is spent with the friends who aren’t just present for five
minutes but stand by us even when everyone else leaves.
These are the loved ones that listen to our minute complaints
on a daily basis, those who watch Titanic with us and cry
every time. It’s the presence of these individuals that cre-
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ates the philia love (love between friends). It’s this affection
that empowers humans to feel accepted and recognize their
own significance in a world where many can’t find a niche.
Although one can be surrounded by thousands of friends,
the ones who are most cherished and matter most are those
who dedicate time and energy to demonstrate how much
they care.
There are many ways to learn love—some pick it up
by observing the love shared between their parents whereas
others discover love through their own imagination. Despite
these paths, people today find it difficult to fall in love due
to growing fears of imperfection and heartbreaks. It’s almost
as if the further our society develops, the colder we grow
toward the idea of love or marriage. This may be fueled in
part by the fear many hold for choosing the wrong person to
fall in love with. However, I maintain that people only fall
in love with the wrong person when they fall in love with an
image of the person—heartbreak comes when they realize
that the false image was an unrealistic mirage.
Despite the many difficulties and risks of love that
push people to avoid love, marriage is still a matter of course
for many. While there may be many reasons to explain this
phenomenon, a popular one is that reproduction is not only
evolutionarily engraved in our DNA but also that as human
beings, we desire to share our lives with a special someone
and to cement that bond through love and marriage.
Human love is a flower in spring. It endures the harsh
winters and when the time comes, the tiny seed turns into
a glorious flower. While there will times of frozen winters,
there will also be times of blooming flowers. Despite the con-
ditions, one should never abandon the irreplaceable gift of
lifetime love. Instead, it is important to enjoy all the storge,
philia, and eros love that one can achieve in their lifespan.

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Grey Spring
Hanna Stimmel, Grade 10

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Sleep
Hangyul Lyna Kim, Grade 11

I ask those reading this today—did you get enough

sleep last night? Let’s be honest; a lot of us were probably
stressing about the Maine final (special note to freshmen:
you’ll understand next year) while lying awake in bed. May-
be even running through equations, all the while, not getting
sleep. The lack of sleep has become so prevalent in our soci-
ety today that the Center for Disease Control and Prevention
declared it a public health epidemic. Let’s first observe the
problems of not getting enough sleep, second, observe why
we aren’t getting that sleep, and finally, the implications of
not catching enough z’s.
Sleep plays a very important role in our bodies. But
not getting enough sleep can create many complications,
the first being a decreased attention and focus span. During
sleep, your brain processes the information from today. This
is critical for tomorrow. According to McGill University
in October 2017, even one more hour of sleep can make a
difference in your productivity. When tested, children with
an hour more of sleep had significantly higher test scores
and concentration levels when compared with children who
didn’t get that extra hour. Sleep affects your performance in
the academic workplace. The second is the likelihood of de-
pression: The U.S. National Institute of Health published in
March 2018 that not getting enough sleep alters your ability
to control your hormones, jumbling your emotional sensi-
tivity. And the Children’s National Medical Center in Wash-
ington D.C. in August 2017 explains the resulting sharp
increase in the possibility of depression. The final physical
problem following a lack of sleep is the possibility of Alzhei-
mer’s Disease. The Center for Translational Neuromedicine
in May 2018 found the relationship between sleep and the
glymphatic system—basically our brain’s janitor. Normally,
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the glymphatic system has to shuffle around in the narrow
spaces between our brain cells to clean out the toxin amy-
loid-beta, a probable cause of Alzheimer’s. But when we go
to sleep, we increase the space that our glymphatic system
has to work in by 60%, resulting in a more efficient janitor. If
we don’t get sleep, the glymphatic system is unable to work.
This toxin build-up is linked closely with the development of
Alzheimer’s.
Although there isn’t a clear-cut cause, there are
definitely patterns to suggest what has led to our society
becoming increasingly isolated from sleep. Electronics are
now an everyday item in the U.S., but the use of them be-
fore bed prevents a good night’s sleep. They convince you
that you should watch that one last episode of Adventure
Time instead of sleeping, according to the National Center
for Biotechnology Information of 2017, or by stimulating
parts of your brain that have to be calmed down before you
can fall asleep. Even further, the artificial light from these
devices can throw off your internal clock and cause you
to not feel your exhaustion until much later, according to
Harvard Medical School in 2017. But the really fascinating
part is the differences between the US and other countries,
namely, China and South Korea. Adolescents in these two
countries are set to meet high expectations from an extreme-
ly young age, both in and out of school. In striving to meet
those expectations, a study from the Arizona State Universi-
ty in August 2017 showed that students in China and Korea
alike get on average a full hour less sleep every day when
compared with students from the U.S. Another study from
Dong-A University in August 2017 showed that high school
students with heavier, more stressful workloads in Korea got
between 4-6 hours of sleep every night, and were incredibly
sleep deprived. An interesting point to consider is that South
Korea has the highest teen suicide rate in the world. These
two studies combined revealed that academic and extracur-
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ricular stress play huge roles in the amount of sleep we get.
South Korea demonstrates that pushing too far may not be
for the best.
Now we have the most important part left—what
does it all mean? Well, the broad impacts of not getting
enough sleep can be divided up into three categories: the
governmental scale, societal, and personal. First, we know
that no sleep results in less focus and productivity. Well, the
Harvard Medical School in 2017 calculated the economic
costs of this reduced productivity, and it sums up to $2,300
per person annually. That means the country as a whole has
lost a whopping 63 billion dollars! This is the expense of not
getting sleep. Second, the American Academy of Pediatrics
recommends strongly that school start times are delayed
until 8:30 or later in the morning. Although not deployed
on the national scale yet, around 80 public school districts
have adopted this time, according to the Associated Press
on August 25, 2017, and the tide is slowly turning. Next, as
a society, the lack of attention in the sleep deprived students
means that an over-diagnosis of Attention Deficit Disorder,
or ADD, is occurring. Sleepiness shows itself differently in
children than adults or teenagers. We tend to feel drowsy,
but children will overcompensate with hyperactivity, which
is often mistaken for symptoms of ADD, according to the
Methodist Healthcare Sleep Disorders Center at Memphis
in 2017. The irony here is that the medicine used to treat
ADD will only make it harder to fall asleep for the children,
according to the University of Chicago Pritzker School of
Medicine in April 2018. As you may predict, this becomes a
vicious cycle of sleeplessness that is hard to escape. Finally,
on the personal level, we observed the difference between
the U.S., China and South Korea. By continuing to encour-
age less and less sleep for students, we are encouraging a
more stressful environment, pushing them past the breaking
point. If we continue on the path of little sleep, this is the
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point. If we continue on the path of little sleep, this is the
society that we support for the next generation.
Sleep is treated lightly—too lightly. Although some-
times you just can’t help it, you now know that sleep depri-
vation extends beyond the following day of drowsiness. It’s
a prevalent issue in our daily lives, and it’s undervalued
constantly. So tomorrow, the sake of your Maine grade,
make sure you get some sleep.

Quicksilver
Cindy Xie, Grade 10

The pavement glimmered in the faint street light, slick

with the rain streaking past against a backdrop of chilled
mist. Droplets of water tapped gently against the ground,
the sound rising and falling in waves. Cars rushed by, tires
crunching on the gritty asphalt. The metal bodies blurred
into streams, an multitude of yellows, blacks, and deep reds.
The girl stood in the middle of the sidewalk, sur-
rounded by empty storefronts. She shivered, drawing her
arms in close. Sharp prickles ran up and down her skin, icy
against her numbed fingers. The tang of wet concrete sang
against her tongue and twisted up her nose. The girl sur-
veyed the scene around her: monuments of dark glass and
steel climbing away into the night sky. Lights from street
lamps and apartments winked at her, their illumination dis-
tant in the cold.
Her steps echoed in the silence—it lacked not only
voices, but also spirit and soul. Grandiose buildings faded
to hollow shells, vacated of the human dreams that breathed
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air into them during the day. On nights like these, the girl
knew life brimmed around her—barely out of reach, but still
too far. It ran through the millions of people hidden away
in small pockets across the city, chasing away the shadows
with the safety of a home. It burst to color inside the com-
fort—warm light and familiar, soft smiles—enclosed behind
walls of wood, stone, and plaster. It kept the heat-soaked fire
for itself and left the faint glow that remained for the outside
world.
As the girl moved through this world, the city
stretched expansive yet still around her. “It’s as if the entire-
ty of it belongs to me,” the girl thought. “Like I’m the only
one living in it.” She imagined herself slipping through the
roads, buildings rising into existence and falling with her in-
hales and exhales. The mists curling in the air deconstructed
certainty. They whispered promises of possibility, hidden in
their foggy haze.
Amidst these thoughts, a figure approached: hood
up, face hidden. The girl brushed her eyes over the bowed
head as they passed each other. To her surprise, the stranger
looked up and locked gazes, showing none of the implied
indifference the girl had become accustomed to from the
unfamiliar faces she passed each day. The stranger flashed
a soft smile, eyes bright like quicksilver. A rush of sound
roared through the girl’s ears as the still bubble over the
night broke.
A spark, containing understanding, reached out be-
tween the two people standing in the damp street. A small
pause, before they continued in their separate directions.
The girl felt a slight bounce in her step and a new smile
spreading through her chest. Closing her eyes, she drank
in the cool mist falling against her face. She breathed in the
crisp air and held it in, feeling it seat through her lungs and
mind. She watched the city lights, pinpricks in the distance.
They seemed to flare briefly with the silver luminosity of the
stranger’s eyes.
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Golden Hour
Jason Goodman, Grade 11

The Struggle of the Olympic Rings

Felix Bulwa, Grade 12

Every four years, five rings are ceremonially con-

joined to celebrate all that is good with the world. They
inspire young people to follow their dreams, nations to em-
brace their achievements, and athletes to push themselves to
the physical limit. But no one has ever asked the rings how
they felt about their forced connection. So I set out to inter-
view each one. This is their story.
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(Provided transcripts were compiled from previous interviews)

My first stop was to the emerald city: Seattle, Wash-

ington. I couldn’t wait to visit the most famous of the five:
Green. She wasn’t hard to find. After walking thirty seconds
along Pike’s Place Market, I was able to snatch a Starbucks
coffee cup from the hands of an oblivious tourist. Right
there, on the sleeve, shown that iconic logo: a two-tailed
mermaid surrounded by my first interviewee.

“Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?”

“Yeah sure but make it quick I gotta lotta places to be and
so little time to get there, the consumers these days have no
courtesy with their obnoxious stoppers and venti straws—”
“Oh this will take no time at all, I was only wondering
about your time in Pyeongchang this year. Can you
tell me about being an Olympic Ring?”
“You don’t want to hear about that, my friend. Those other
rings have no respect for personal space, trying to rub
shoulders with a celebrity like me. For them, it’s their only
times to shine, you know? To be honest with you, those
couple weeks are quite a bother, quite a bother indeed.”
“How so?”
“Well you people get so excited every year when you bind
us together at your Ceremony, only to forget about us the
rest of the games, only cheering for your flags. Unless you
were a Russian of course… This year we were quite popu-
lar with them.”

Just then, I got hit by flying seafood from the fish

market next door, dropping Green in all its haughty Olym-
pic glory. But I knew who to turn to next. I took out my
wallet and out popped my MasterCard. Red was eager to get
the questioning started.

“Hey there, Red? I’m asking the Olympic rings a little

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 bit about themselves. Do you have time for a few
short questions?”
“You swipe me in countless dirty readers and now you
want to talk? Well… okay, fine. As long as you’re getting
some good cash out of this.”
“Um yeah I guess? I just want to know more about
your experiences with the other four rings.”
“Oh, those guys? They’re always complaining about being
away from their jobs, their families, their fans (looking at
you, Green). But me? Nah, I’m used to it. I have an ongo-
ing relationship with Orange here, [Orange: ‘Hey, man!’]
and we are tight as a Venn Diagram. Honestly, their bick-
ering gets pretty tiring... they only have to be connected a
few weeks, but this is my day job.”
“Interesting. Which one of them gets the most annoy-
ing?”
“Well if I had to choose one… I’d say it’s Yellow.”

I knew my next target. I put my wallet away and after

getting some directions, I headed to the airport and took a
plane back home. It turns out I’ve talked to her before, just
under a different name. I went into my living room, looked
right at the familiar white Amazon cylinder and got her
attention: “Alexa?” The Yellow ring appeared along the edge
of the device.

“After all this time, I didn’t know I was talking to a

real Olympic Ring… Do you have a moment to talk
about your experiences?”
“Sorry. I couldn’t find ‘Your Experiences’ in your preset
music playlist.”
“No, uh, I’m talking about Pyeongchang. You were
there weren’t you?”
“Sorry. NBC’s coverage of Pyeongchang Winter Olym-
pics Primetime is no longer available on demand in your
Amazon account. Would you like to upgrade to Prime to
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 receive unlimited access—”
“No! No! Alexa, stop.”

This was useless. Red was right, Yellow was the

annoying one. But she was good for something. In the cross-
fire, the device turned on my TV, pointing me directly to
the most infamous ring of all. I scrolled through Netflix and
found what I was looking for: the 2002 horror film The Ring.
I prepared myself for the worst… Finding a good shot of
the eerie Black ring midway through the movie, I began the
interview:

“Um, hello?”
“...”
“Okay, uh, can I talk to you about the Olympic
Games?”
“...”
“What’s your opinion on curling?”
“Go…Away…”

That’s all the hint I needed to turn off the monitor.

Black was known for being one of few words. Regardless,
I had one more ring to find, and I was looking forward to
meeting Blue. When he isn’t on the Olympic flag, he’s one
of the most popular SCUBA sites in the world: Belize’s Blue
Hole. One flight and a 2-hour boat ride later, I was there.
Looking down, I asked my first question.

“Hey, is this Blue?”

“You know it bruh, welcome to paradise man.”
“Nice to meet you, do you have a moment to talk
about the Olympics?”
“I’ve got all the time in the woooorld. The Games are just a
whole lotta fun, man. I think people just have to forget the
competition and enjoy the moment.”
“Wow that’s a surprisingly optimistic perspective.
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 Not many people agree with that.”
“Well that’s the truth, you catch my drift? I’m just happy I
can be a part of it.”

Then it clicked. There’s a reason nobody cared about

the rings: They care about what they represent. During the
other 50 weeks of the year, the rings have their own person-
ality, their own lives. But when the world comes together,
their connection makes them mean so much more.
And those were just the Winter Olympic rings—I hear
the Summer ones are quite a handful.

A Gift to My Beloved Brother

Rio Hayakawa, Grade 12

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La Parad(oj)a / The Stopped [Idea] (Paradox)
Oomi Pammit, Grade 11

¿Permanece una idea? Does an idea remain?

Si paro de pensar en ella, If I stop thinking about it,
¿Todavía existe? Does it still exist?

Los actos se pueden reprimir. Actions can be repressed.

Aún al final
Hacemos caso a las emociones,
Y eventualmente resultarán
(Como la humedad al bosque
O la sequedad al desierto)
En nosotros juntos.
Still in the end
We listen to emotions,
And they’ll eventually result
(As humidity to the forest
Or dryness to the desert)
In us together.

Ojalá que sepa Hopefully I’ll know

si tengo razón
Las mentiras se han
descubierto—
Otra vez yo habia creído que
eran ciertas.
Pero si los ahogo y los ahorro
mis sentimientos
¿Cómo podría distinguir la
selección correcta?
if I’m right.
The lies have been
discovered—
Again I had believed that
they were the truth.
But if I drown and save
my feelings
How could I distinguish the
right choice?

Después de décadas After decades

Nos asentaremos. We will settle.
Poca lluvia con cielos brillantes Little rain with bright skies
Se llama clima templado, Is called temperate climate
Y me espera, And it/he waits for me,
amando. loving.

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Friendship
Adam Karelin, Grade 12

I met Roger at the park, past the old fence near the
water fountain. He was wandering, lost, same as I. After
exchanging passing glances, Roger and I continued on our
separate paths. Had it not started to rain - by the auspices
of serendipity and good fortune of shared fate - Roger and I
might have never met again. But as thunder started roaring
in the distant sky, Roger was markedly disturbed. And so,
I invited him to stray off our disparate meanders and con-
verge our paths towards my apartment. I lived, as I do now,
in the 24th apartment on the 25th floor of the tallest building
of 26th street. Roger and I had only to pass two blocks from
the park before we reached the elevator of my building’s
lobby. We stepped inside and quickly I discovered that
Roger detested elevators. I found this aversion rather strange
but decided to oblige my newfound friend, and directed him
towards the stairs, which I myself climbed with him. After
27 minutes we reached my apartment (Roger took a break
to admire the fire extinguisher on floor 14). Upon entering,
Roger immediately made himself at home. He curled up
on the couch as though it had been his home his entire life.
Frankly, I admired his decisiveness, as it was a trait I often
lacked. That first night we went to bed amidst the tidings of
the storm, eagerly awaiting the morning petrichor. We went
outside at half past seven and wandered back to the park
where we first met. He found a damp, frayed tennis ball
on the grass near the water fountain. Eagerly, he nudged it
towards me. I tossed. He fetched. And our friendship thus
began.

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The Sentinel
Jack Standish, Grade 12

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Page 165
Felix Bulwa, Grade 12

… up the marble steps. Walking into the Supreme

Court, I felt as if I was imagining everything: the massive
columns behind the seats of the justices, that daunting po-
dium that has witnessed all kinds of scrutiny. Watching a
group of high schoolers on a field trip enter single-file into
the gallery, I flashed back to my 17-year-old self. I was living
my teenage dream.
But I couldn’t get caught up in the moment. I was
here to get a job done, and countless others were depending
on me. The case was receiving national attention, and as the
lead attorney for the petitioner, I was now the center of it.
The case was González v. U.S. Twenty long years af-
ter the “Troubled Times,” the constitutionality of sanctuary
states was finally on the floor of the highest judicial author-
ity. And it was my duty—my honor—to represent Antonio
and his family. CNN was calling the case the “Final Gavel of
Immigration,” NBC the “Legal Vice of ICE.”
Needless to say, the chamber was filled, but the nine
most powerful seats in the house remained vacant. As if my
wandering mind unlocked the justices’ giant office doors,
the cloaked arbitrators entered the room. All went silent.
The Marshal began to recite her memorized introduc-
tions, the same introduction given since 1790. I was in his-
toric company. But I wasn’t thinking about the names of the
justices or the glares of the opposing counsel. I was thinking
about the man sitting next to me.
Antonio never deserved to be in this position. He
brought his family to Sylmar, California in 2029 for the love
of his kids. He was in the process of gettting them citizen-
ship when the raid occurred at their school. When his case
came to my attention, I knew this was an opportunity to set
precedent. Precedent that could save lives.
The room was quiet, the justices introduced. It was
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time.
“May the Counsel for Mr. Antonio Gonzalez please
provide their opening remarks.”
I confidently rose, walked to the age-old lectern, and
organized my papers. I can still hear the daunting echo of
the chamber as I broke the silence.
“Mr. Chief Justice, and may it please the court.” …

Out of Bounds
Ben Schall, Grade 12

Can you hear the scream that wraps around the nape of your neck
swirling the hair stealing the silence?
It has kept me company
In this land without shape,
this lineless plane of color and sound.

For many years

many many years
I have wandered among the waning light
And hid in the infinite spirals.
I have fallen out of space and time
And made a home in the nothingness.

Find me in the wind

in the harmony in the chords I fly.
All around
Sweet pastels and Rosy tints
That haunt this.

I think I live in the phenomenon

Or perhaps, deceiving that great German mind, I take com-
pany ​with the ​Ding an Sich.
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Yes, I am certain I have become a thing-in-itself As you are
now a sans-means end.
It is the end, isn’t it?
I think it must be.
For what could possibly come after,
this beauty this busy this bright

Darling, we need not leave.

Advice Poem: Sendoff

Franklin Bertellotti, Grade 12

So now it’s time— Inflame your mind,

You’ve heard them all Ignite your soul,
Four years of rhymes And work to find
For spring and fall. A chosen goal.

Through my advice, To paint, to write,

I’ve bared my soul To read, to sing—
Long or concise, I hope you might
All with a goal: Find anything.

To help you live You are alive!

A stress-free life You need to feel.
I hope to give Your feelings thrive
Some peace from strife. Through artsy zeal.

And as I leave When my role ends,

My parting mark Please write for me.
I hope to weave Will you, my friend?
A single spark— Choose art; be free.

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The Magnitude Staff—Spring 2018

Editor-in-Chief: Hangyul Lyna Kim (11th)

Assistant Editor-in-Chief: Jason Goodman (11th)
Editor-in-Chief Emeritus: Robin Hu (12th)

Fiction Editor: Dayeon Hwang (11th)

Assistant Fiction Editor: Catherine Yim (11th)

Non-Fiction Editor: Sean Cho (10th)

Assistant Non-Fiction Editor: Eric Yoon (9th)

Humor/Satire Editor: Felix Bulwa (12th)

Assistant Humor/Satire Editor: Stanton Lee (10th)

Poetry Editor: Ben Schall (12th)

Art Editor: Patrick Kim (10th)

Layout Editor and Online Editor: Jack Standish (12th)

Copy Editors: Felix Bulwa (12th)

Jack Standish (12th)

Editorial Board: Franklin Bertelloti (12th)

Brandon Hong (11th)
Meri Khnkoyan (11th)
Hanna Stimmel (10th)
Cindy Xie (10th)

Special thanks to Felix, Rio, Ben, Franklin, and everyone who stepped
up to help finish this semester’s edition of The Magnitude.
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