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Labyrinth
34th Edition
2015-2016
Copenhagen International School
Journal of the Arts
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COPENHAGEN INTERNATIONAL SCHOOL MMXVI
Dear Reader,
WELCOME TO THE thirty-fourth edition of
Labyrinth, the Arts Journal of Copenhagen
International School.
The wonderful, moving, beautiful, scary,
funny, smart, emotive and otherwise brilliant
works you are about to enjoy, here in the
Literary and Visual Arts print section and in the
Performing Arts section on the site, are testament
to the strong sense of creativity the students of
CIS possess.
Art, of course, can exist in any place and
at any time, from a hastily executed graffiti or an
impromptu street performance, to a carefully
sculptured marble statue and a performance that
comes after months of rehearsal. So, the
imagination alone sets the boundaries, but we
must confess to a degree of excitement that this is
the last Labyrinth to be published by a twocampus CIS. Labyrinth 35 will be published from
the new Nordhavn Campus, and the Arts are
eager to fill this new facility with performances,
exhibitions and readings. And Labyrinth will of
course remain as the natural collection of the
students work.
But for now, lean back and get stuck in to
these wildly varied pages, which are bigger this
year, to allow the work more space to breathe.
We would like to thank the PTA for their
generous support of the prizes, without your
continued support Labyrinth would not be the
same.
Anastasiia Katona
Sophie Smedegaard
Lukas Rpke
CONTENTS
Fiction
The Bob Carignan Art
Purchace Award
2D Art
Digital Art
Colour Photography
3D Art
Graphic Art
Doodles
Poetry
Speeches
Black &White Photography
Prose
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Fiction
FICTION
First Prize
Isabelle Nelson
Second Prize
Clara Strmsted
Red
The Fridge
She opens the fridge and stares. Her body screams
for food, so much that the churning scares her. She
is blinded by the light, but she is fine with that
because it also blinds her mind, which turns bright
instead of black for a moment. Her eyes slowly
adjust to the light, and a variety of colours meets
her eyes. The shelves are packed with food.
However, emptiness is all she feels; both in her
stomach and in her mind. She grabs an orange and
studies it. The bright orange colour used to be her
favourite, and it reminds her of the beautiful
sunsets by her summerhouse. It is now a year ago
since she was there.
Red. They had always liked the color red. Red like
the roses that bloomed in the drive. Red like the
color of the creaky mailbox at Mums. Red like the
balloons they would buy at the carnival. They
liked red less when they left.
Red went from roses to fire, mailboxes to uniforms,
balloons to darkened dog tags. They slowed, their
chests stilling, their last image being the red
pooling along the ground. Maybe they didnt like
red that much anymore.
Isabelle Nelson
FICTION
Third Prize
Demi Ogunremi
Twelve Hours
9:00 The sleep in the hotels lumpy bed was
uncomfortable, but I have to get on with my job.
Demi Ogunremi
Honourable Mention
Alix Reynolds
FICTION
stand still, glaring at the bright light ahead of
them. I release a gasp that echoes through the
streets.
Ant Funeral
Why did it have to happen to him? Johnny
contemplated as a eulogy was read. Johnny had
always wondered why they loved the gods so
much when they could bring so much pain and
disaster. He had heard of multiple casualties the
other day as well, from another ant hole. The gods
used gas. Every single ant died. Every single one.
He heard rumors of them all the time. People said
they walked on two legs, had a white tone to their
skin. Some said it was dark. Some rumors were
used to terrify children if they had been bad. He
still didnt understand why they thought of them
as gods. He was not much of a believer himself,
but he thought the reason people put their faith
into them was the fact that they had power over
them. He wondered if the gods believed in bigger
beings than them themselves. Something that
controlled their lives.
Dario Aguiriano
Doors
Honourable Mention
Lewis Foster
[untitled]
Sorry, there is none left.
Lewis Foster
FICTION
opened another door, which finally led him the
right way, till he was met by another room full of
doors. Doors he was surrounded by doors...
Gustav Korsholm
Gustavs comment on his micronouvelle: This short
story was inspired by an experience I had at home.
As I was going from the kitchen to the living room
and closed the kitchen door behind me, the
draught of air from closing the kitchen door made
the door to the living room open. This inspired me
to write this story which, I think, it reflects how
there are different paths we choose in life. When
growing up you experiment with different things,
different sports, different subjects to discover find
the things that suit you. In the short story each
door represents such a pathway. It is impossible
for the protagonist to close all of the doors, and I
believe this is true in life as well. You can't close all
of the doors because closing or opening one will
inevitably lead to another.
Abby Kiambi
FICTION
The Painting on the Wall
The babysitter was rushing through the halls of the
old manor house, wondering why she had even
taken the job considering all of the stories she had
heard. In her haste to get the cries of the child in
the manor, she caught just a glimpse of the
painting on the wall, and the image of the looming
figure in the distance seemed to pull her towards
it. But she brushed past it, making a mental note to
investigate further when she had the time.
Finally, the kids were asleep and she had tidied up
the kitchen. She was alone. Suddenly the house felt
much larger and colder than she remembered. She
then remembered the painting from before.
Intrigued as to who the painting portrayed she
made her way the through the corridors to
investigate. Having made sure she had been
through the entire house more than once with no
sign of the painting she gave up the search and
was heading back to the kitchen when she heard
the child cry.
On her way there she realised this was the same
path as the one she had taken when hearing her
cry earlier and became excited at the prospect of
seeing the painting. However, upon rounding the
corner to where she expected the painting to be
hanging she found only a bare wall with a mirror
carrying a reflection of herself.
Aodhn Cunningham
Labyrinth 2016
Sophie Achiam
Cell
Mixed media installation (Plaster, metal strips, wire, spotlights). 50x50x48 cm excl. lights
Inspired by Louise Bourgeois cells seen at Moderna Stockholm, this piece is a representation of the
juxtaposition between the softness and purity associated with the glorified female figure and the
rough reality of a modern, urban environment. The white breast is pierced and hung by metal wires,
pinned down by the cold embrace of the metal frame. The shadows looming overhead add eeriness
and tension.
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Naomi Bekele
Ene 4
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Ihdaa Bugis
The Culture Within Me
Digital Art, 60x80 cm
A self-portrait that portrays my culture and my identity as a person and an artist, which was
influenced by Shirin Neshats Seeking Martyrdom #2 photo, 1995, B&W RC print & ink (photo
taken by Cynthia Preston), 27.9 x 35.6 cm.
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Nicola Richards
The Other Side of Me
Digitally Manipulated Photograph, 29.7cm x 42cm
A digital photograph representing struggle and angst, layered with water marbling prints.
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2D Art
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2D ART
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2D ART
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2D ART
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2D ART
2D ART GALLERY
Pratya Arora, Idhaa Bugis, Claudia Gesmar Larsen, Holm Lamp,
Defne Sendil, Brage Haavik, Mia Machholm, Sydney Evans, Naomi Bekele,
Thomas Reynolds, Sophie Achiam, Victoria Jaded
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2D ART
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2D ART
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2D ART
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2D ART
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Digital Art
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DIGITAL ART
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DIGITAL ART
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DIGITAL ART
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DIGITAL ART
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DIGITAL ART
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Colour Photography
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COLOUR PHOTOGRAPHY
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COLOUR PHOTOGRAPHY
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COLOUR PHOTOGRAPHY
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COLOUR PHOTOGRAPHY
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COLOUR PHOTOGRAPHY
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COLOUR PHOTOGRAPHY
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COLOUR PHOTOGRAPHY
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COLOUR PHOTOGRAPHY
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COLOUR PHOTOGRAPHY
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COLOUR PHOTOGRAPHY
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COLOUR PHOTOGRAPHY
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COLOUR PHOTOGRAPHY
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3D Art
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3D ART
3D ART
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3D ART
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3D ART
3D ART
3D ART GALLERY
Defne Sendil, Brage Haavik, Sophie Achiam
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Graphic Art
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GRAPHIC ART
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GRAPHIC ART
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GRAPHIC ART
Honourable Mention:
Laura Blum
Honourable Mention:
Megan Duncanson
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GRAPHIC ART
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GRAPHIC ART
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Doodles
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DOODLES
Jadelynn Park
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Sophie Smedegaard
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Poetry
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POETRY
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POETRY
Late-night Wisdoms
What is the beginning?
time before ending, before sinning
What do you see when you fly?
hills, river, trees, a vast, hard, open sky
Where do butterflies go in the winter?
to soar in snows with wings white and tender.
How do you measure grief?
by pain caused, however brief
Why write?
for sake of flight, Son
Holm Lamp
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POETRY
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POETRY
7,407,926,598th Place
We are all just a pack
and were
running
running
running
because this life is a marathon
and it doesnt stop for you.
Laura Sundwall
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POETRY
Honourable Mention:
Paige Egelston
And The Stars Dance
Stars shimmer in the moonlight,
like an excited young child.
Dripping in sacred elegance,
they wait for the night.
Stars have dreams,
and they are dreaming of dancing.
We shine brightly on our planet,
never knowing how the stars watch us,
and protect us from the monsters in the night.
Dancing in a fiery impatient freedom,
they wait for the night.
Do not fear, the stars protect us,
while dancing in the shadow of the night.
Paige Egelston
Honourable Mention:
Sydney Evans
Anomaly
she's out of her time
an ashy white pillar in the ruins of an old city
singular, everstrong, carvings still fresh
her shoulder blades are slabs of marble,
encased in soft blue cloth
held together by destiny and dark red suspenders
her face is a piece of metal, torn from the ore
refined and dented just right, tilted in the sunlight
the sharp surface reflecting the worlds she's seen up close
her eyes are lenses to an archaic telescope, windows to the
stars
she was forged in fire
but even steel has a melting point
a fossil, buried and earthbound
she's chiseled from ancient rock, and she knows it
lasting, but worn
immortal, but not omnipotent
questions asked, but never answered
memories she doesn't want to remember
she charms her way through the years
watching the universe grow old.
Sydney Evans
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POETRY
Schizophrenia
Schizophrenia are called strange.
They are different.
Sometimes they are happy.
Other times they are murderous.
They are constantly changing what they wear
depending on their mood.
Once they wore a bright green shirt
with grey trousers and red shoes.
They are constantly changing their mind.
They live inside their head talking amongst
each other.
All the things they say or do
get filtered through
despair
love
hate
but not reality.
The fact is,
they are multiple personalities.
I am schizophrenia.
I am me too.
Lewis Foster
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POETRY
Hope
For the Kiya Survivors, Peru
The smile on their faces gives me hope to move on.
The minimal amount of resources that these children have
makes me wonder about the superficial,
selfish community I live in.
A community where everybody has to have
the new 2k16 Balenciaga bag,
the Chanel shoes,
oh! And dont forget the Valentino perfume.
In the rich world,
where people only do good for themselves
and nobody else
take care of themselves,
and make their happiness
a priority.
And nobody elses,
the help that I provided
was like gold to them.
Taking two weeks of my life
was supporting them for two more years.
The world needs hope,
the world needs to build bridges,
and to accept.
People should provide,
for inspiration lies
in hope.
Tess Kauffmann
Food
I am hungry.
Food.
Food can be as strong as coffee.
Or as sweet as candy.
Food can be as light as a feather.
Or as heavy as an elephant.
Food can be everything.
Or nothing.
Food is food.
And I am hungry.
Food.
Ian Mlller
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POETRY
Experience of a Lifetime
Everything is different, yet it is completely the same.
A tsunami of emotions hits me.
Anger, frustration, powerlessness
wash away
every single positive emotion inside me.
The step out of the airport may seem like the tiniest step,
but it is one of the greatest I have taken.
Replacing a completely different world behind,
with a disturbing one that no human should ever live in.
Orange reminds me of the beautiful sunsets,
the fence which secured the bubble
in the middle of the bomb of poverty and insecurity
recalls so many emotions it is hard handle.
It would be easier just to ignore this reality.
Thinking of the complete inhumane conditions,
that humans encounter every single day.
Thinking that there is a difference
between living and surviving.
Which one would you choose?
Many people do not have the privilege to choose.
It is so simple
for us is to turn on the tap
and fill our glass with clean water;
you are lucky even to survive.
Existing without existing.
Being a burden and being shame.
They want to forget you and ignore you forever,
and you cannot change it because you do not exist
on paper.
Looking into these childrens eyes,
not understanding any word coming out their mouths,
yet still entirely certain
that they will never get the same opportunities as me,
even though their mothers would give their eyes, teeth for them.
Whereas I do nothing.
To be given all that I have got,
these mothers compromise every single day,
trying to do the best they can for their children.
I will never have to think like that.
Is that fair?
Even though this experience
was harsh
it is the best I have had.
I
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t taught me to think.
It taught me to prioritise.
It taught me to do what I love.
There is more to life than just
social media, appearance and grades.
A person is much more than that.
But most importantly
It made me feel happy
all the way to my bones.
Clara Strmsted
(participant on this years Team Peru trip)
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Nine things to do with a Laptop in Lessons (other than Facebook, YouTube, NooTube, Twitter;
Titter, Tumblr, Pinit, Pickit, Instagram, Reddit, Flickr, Flippr, Gooooogle... )
(An English Teachers Lament)
1. Plug in, warm up and then sit on it to keep bum warm.
2. Stand up, open window, throw computer out of window into street. Observe magnificent
parabola of Mac/PC and satisfying crunch of plastic, silicon circuits and transistors on
pavement.
3. Place head between screen and keyboard. Slam keyboard shut. You can ask a partner to
help you with this. (Note - this can be a little tricky with the smaller Notebook style
machine, unless you have an exceptionally small head.)
4. Try the above manoeuvre with other parts of your body (fingers, toes and other parts of
you that stick out).
5. Open computer as if to log onto Facebook as usual. Place computer on floor. Jump up and
down on keyboard and screen repeatedly. You might work in groups on this. Try jumping
from a height - chairs, tables etc, but take care - the coolants and small components can be
slippery.
6. Make the usual excuse about going to fill water bottle/go to toilet. Discreetly take your
computer with you (easier with MacBook Air or Ultrabook as you can stick up jumper).
Check coast is clear, then (quietly) use your laptop as a toboggan to slide down stairs.
7. Try the above with laptop as snowboard. You might try the banister as a rail. Take care
not to decapitate students/teachers using the staircase as stairs. These manoeuvres can be
more successfully using larger gaming PCs.
8. Make usual excuse as above. Go out to park. Float laptop on surface of lake. Fling self on
and paddle out surfboard-style.
9. If your computer should suffer damage in the attempt of any of the above, come back and
write a poem.
With a pencil.
Rebecca Prisk
Security Announcement
Attention to all students.
This is a security announcement.
For security reasons and due to the risk of theft,
students are requested not to leave their personal life
unattended at any time.
Unattended years, months, hours and minutes
will be removed by the authorities.
Failure to comply with these precautions may compromise
sanity on board of your mind.
Lorenz Hindrichsen
Reflection
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POETRY
reflection, noun
1. the throwing back by a body or surface of light, heat, or
sound without absorbing it.
2. serious thought or consideration. (www.dictionary.com)
Being reflective is one attribute of the learner profile.
One attribute of the learner profile is being reflective.
The reflective profile is one attribute of the learner.
One attribute of the learner is the reflective profile.
Being the learner profile is one attribute of reflective.
One learner attribute is being the reflective profile.
One learner profile attribute is the reflective being.
Being one reflective attribute is the profile learner.
The learner profile is reflective: the attribute of being one.
One is being reflective: the attribute of the learner profile.
Lorenz Hindrichsen
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My word will conjure connections all over the place.
My wife snuggles next to me on the couch one lazy
Sunday afternoon.
What are you thinking? she asks softly.
Can I truly capture the feeling?
I close my eyes to hear the moment.
Contentment? More meaningful.
Peaceful? More personal.
Rightness? More tender.
I hold her tighter and say, I love you;
It feels so much deeper though.
My word will make me comfortable with the quiet.
My word keeps to the shadows deciding how best to
claim me.
I am unsure how to coax it out.
So I read what others have written,
Listen intently to conversations,
Mine the hidden places of my heart,
And await an utterance of pure joy to reveal it.
For now, my world defines me.
I am Father. Teacher. Husband. Writer.
But I need to express myself.
My word will give my soul a voice.
I am forever seeking the perfect word.
We all are.
We have so much to say,
And so little space.
Bryan Munson
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shoe stomp, wild romp, high jump, air pump
come-on spikey give us some actioooon
kanye west, likes me best, louboutin, ya like me, huh?
come on baby lets make it happeeeen
nerdy spalwart (step) still smells like walmart (step)
and filling pieces (step) is a bore (stomp)
common projects whoa (step) your pun wont cut it, no, (step)
chanel my belle your factry smell is a hard sell
oh oh oh
shoe stomp, wild romp, high jump, fat lump
come-on spikey give us some actioooon
kanye west, likes me best, louboutin, like me, huh?
come on baby lets make it happeeeen
Lorenz Hindrichsen
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Speeches
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SPEECHES
They
First Prize
Clara Strmsted
are
basically
acting
like
children
in
costed around 3000 human lives including threeyear old Aylan Kurdis.
He drowned.
will die.
something.
forgotten
everything
about
humanity,
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SPEECHES
would you think about getting a bill of 1.1 billion
I believe that
The truth is
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SPEECHES
we will live as happily as we did before, after
taking in all the refugees.
I believe that
Gustav Korsholm
And you are ridiculous if you believe that
refugees should be left to handle their own
problems.
I have realized that
that is a joke
Love towards foreign people thats what matters the most.
My dads V12 Bentleys , which I will inherit one
day?
To be honest, I dont care about it.
Someone needs to take action.
We are inhumane if we dont do anything about
the crisis.
The press pictures Europe as if
resources are limited,
but that is not the case.
We have the resources to care for these people.
And some people think that
Money will make you happy.
The truth is thats a lie.
Happiness comes from within.
This might come as a bit of a surprise but
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SPEECHES
So let me make this crystal clear for everyone. The
Second Prize
Amalie Smedegaard
Youre a Feminist
wrong.
to
publicly
express
their
feelings
towards
What are the worst things you can call a guy? Fag,
about this.
you earn.
assaulted.
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SPEECHES
evil, its just the way theyve grown up. Our society
But really this isn't just about you and me. Its
about all the women out there who dont have the
Thank you.
Amalie Smedegaard
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SPEECHES
bling. Suppose the exact same shoes produced in
Third Prize
Jesper Slvberg
of my school.
Jesper Slvberg
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SPEECHES
they are trying to demonstrate a true passion for
Judgement
this issue?
THE WORLD OF 2016 is a world of no judgement,
and respect to all races and nations.
Is this true?
appearances.
are. And just think about it the next time you look
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SPEECHES
It has also been proven that there is a correlation
firearm.
protection.
early 2013.
If gun control were introduced in a way that the
After 2013, the shootings have still continued to
after 2007.
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SPEECHES
allow members to keep an automatic rifle (one -
SPEAKING COMPETITION
topic
Camus.
armed robberies.
of
the
Home
guard
membership
HOW
IS
IT,
that
we
still
have
to
face
crackpots.
with all the little Xs and Ys, the males and the
Hannah Tomczyk
And because, I dont want to live in a world where
all is black or white, that I proudly agree with the
resolution, stating that integrity has no need of
rules. But, I would even go one step further, I
would say, that rules make integrity much more
difficult.
Indeed, I am the Danish girl. I have perhaps
broken one of the oldest and most sacred rules of
our society. The notion, that a human must be
either male or female and nothing in between. If
youd met me three months ago, I would have been
completely different. And I wonder, does this
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SPEECHES
changes the way you think of me, judge me?
that is a masterpiece.
excluded.
for
time?
Since
2008,
the
organization
but there are rules that they must follow, and you
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SPEECHES
The truth is, integrity and rules are not two
of these ideas.
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Anastasiia Katona
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Prose
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PROSE
We stepped off that ship when it took us
like
darts
thrown
absent-mindedly,
been
fond
of
trains.
Then
came
Maria hrgaard
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PROSE
Copenhagen
Community
College
(CCC).
morning.
Says
COPENHAGEN
According
to
study
sources used.
sleeping.
this
author,
mirror.
(Chen-Zion, 2016)
Atticus McWhorter
favorite
reflection
her
extra-curricular
quoting
the
by
at
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PROSE
past has taught me, was that Ill never treat my
Second Prize:
Julie Jahant
Claire Jahant
tongues,
knocks down
most
the
child,
you
stubborn
give
will
Once
she
whatever
own agendas.
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PROSE
Wearing sweatpants and comfy cotton
eyes.
She
will
have
the
deadliest
accent,
barely
acknowledging
her
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PROSE
Third Prize
Sophia Greenblatt
consider their
of Dress-Code Violations
Public School
of
dress-code
violations
have
worn at school:
Hats
Female
students
(enforced
ruthlessly
and
mercilessly)
Visible undergarments
Backless tops
Crop tops
Jeggings or leggings
Yoga pants
desires
is
completely
your
fault.
Sincerely,
Principle Highster-Ung
students
Sophia Greenblatt
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PROSE
town she lives in. Often she and her friends will
Honourable Mention
Anna Zaske
Hilde Raab
Rummy players.
let
herself
down
in
the
deep
cushioned
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PROSE
clashed together bellowing through the house
Chaotic,
determined
but
I think the
still
He got off the dead horse of his childhood. He
Anna Zaske
Honourable Mention
Ida Poulsen
boy
running
around
the
woods,
care of themselves.
perfect
coming-of-age
novel
or
Henriks
childhood.
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PROSE
completing the cycle of life in some peculiar
A fox.
way.
1, 2
3, 4
flames he embodied.
5, 6
Her paws so light on the pavement I could
swear she was floating. She wasnt bound like
Ida Poulsen
me.
7, 8
Honourable Mention
Valdemar Lauritsen
Red Beauty
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calm, motherly side. Starting the mornings with
Gabriela Wheeler
paper.
seen
in
Gabriela.
quickly
folding
it back
together
wants to.
that
into
she
often
places
new
people
Gabriela
compose.
away
from
anything
are
bugs;
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PROSE
Gabriela is the most loving person with a heart
determined.
optimistic.
them
sufficient
themselves.
time
Mr
to
Darkman
second-guess
underlines
the
Chloe Wheeler
personal
issue
and
encourages
women
Women's
right
groups
have
protested
generous,
he
continued,
suggesting
the
of
as
or patient.
naming
one
of
the
commentators
punishing.
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PROSE
the booths, a sound of torment from undergoing
Memories of Marcus Choleva
office that has now been his home for the last 46
yellow
colour
and
decorated
with
huge
inheritance.
yellow
Donald Trump.
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PROSE
as he slowly starts to speak. His voice loses his
Marcus
have
always
been
working
hard
details of the
never go on retirement
Edie Choleva
In
cattle
transport
down
they
went
to
hunt him.
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end of the room to the other, funny I call it a
more.
delicious.
never leave.
Paul Hansen
Amber Fort
vendors
selling
street
food
and
quaint
Sunaina Chander
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NINETY MINUTE BLOCKS insure students
blackhole!
general
from
expert
exercised.
feel-of-the-room-statement
again,
unfortunately
the
schools
way.
In the average classroom at H, focus has gone
up 500%. To measure the change of focus, the
Pirouz Shamekh
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many unimaginable reasons. He knows what its
countries
and
experienced
many
different
Vaclovas finally
that time.
delivery truck.
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has seen a lot during the years of his existence -
Vaclovas itself.
and his whole life. The times were dark and not
teaching
generation.
this
to
his
children
and
later
and grandchildren, he
cherishes
intelligence.
modesty
and
the
power
Gerda Kazakeviciute
of
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backyard
with
clutching
the
her
box
hands
ceremoniously
containing
the
gerbils
solemn occasion.
I spoke of my daughters
She was
make a cross.
put
consoling
hand
sticks.
on
Bryan Munson
Like a
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MY DAD AND I looked reassuringly at each
abyss.
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