Talented yet Graceful
Reported By: Tori M.
Post By: Christina K.
Talented yet Graceful
Nature; this article's theme and something that includes every bird. At first, I wasn't sure which direction to go in; most common, rarest, fastest, or even just my favorite. But eventually, I decided on the smartest bird: the New Caledonian Crow. Although it's not much to look at, it's truly one of the most amazing birds. These birds can make and use tools and solve complicated, multi-step puzzles. Unlike most animals, they're also smart enough to use mirrors (though they don't recognize their own reflection). The tools they use are usually used to remove bugs and larvae from branches. This crow is about just over a foot long and only lives on two islands in New Caledonia.
Reported By: Tori M.
Post By: Christina K.
Come Get Your Fun Facts!
The tallest mountain peak in North America is Denali (Mount McKinley). It is located in Alaska and reaches a height of 20,308 feet. That is less than 9,000 feet shorter than Mount Everest.
The Lowest point in North America is Badwater Basin, which is located in Death Valley. It reaches an amazing elevation of -282 feet below sea level.
The coldest place in North America is a remote settlement in Canada's Yukon Territory called Snag. It dropped to an icing temperature of -81.4 Fahrenheit.
The hottest place in North America is a place located in Death Valley, California called Furnace Creek. It reached an amazingly hi temperature of 134 Fahrenheit.
The Great Barrier Reef is around 1600 miles in length. It protects the Eastern side of Australia from tsunamis that threaten the coast. It is so large that it can be easily see from space and gives the ocean water a light blue color.
The Great Wall of China is over 13,000 miles long and can be viewed from space. It is assumed to have taken around 20 years to complete the original par of the wall and another 200 to build the rest.
The Roman Senate was comprised of 900 members. When the Emperor, Augustus, came to power, he changed it to 600. Although there were 600 members, only 100 to 200 were active at once.
Electricity clocks in at a speed of 186,000 miles per second. That is just a little less than the speed of light. Although it can almost travel at the speed of light, when traveling through wires it only reaches 1/100th of the speed of light.
Reported By: Muhammad K.
Post By: Christina K.
Come Get Your Fun Facts!
The most dangerous snake in the world is called the Inland Taipan. The venom in a single bite, is enough to kill 100 adult men.
The Colossal Squid has the largest eye in all living creatures today. The eye was measured to be 11 inches in diameter.
An Octopus has 3 hearts that are all working to keep it alive. Two of the hearts are branchial, which pump blood through each set of gills, while the third systematic heart, pumps the blood throughout the body.
The tallest mountain in the world is actually Mauna Kea. It is not considered the tallest since over 60% is below sea level. The height is around 33,000 ft, which is almost 4,000 ft taller than Mount Everest.
The Mariana Trench in the western Pacific Ocean, reaches 35,815 ft below sea level. It is considered the deepest part of the ocean. At the deepest point it has over 1000 times the standard atmospheric pressure at sea level.
Reported By: Muhammad K.
Post By: Christina K.
Welcome to another selection of Student Art produced by our amazing group of high-school students at Calvert! Today we have a wonderful collection of nature-themed photographs for you to enjoy.
Design By: Christina K.
Post By: Christina K.
Come One, Come All to the Poetry Slam of the Year
An amazing display of talent in both public speech and in elegantly written poetry, each with a deep meaning of its own. This year eleven talented students with their amazing poems competed for the ultimate prizes: Charlie R. (untitled), Danielle I. (Girl of an Angel Dreamer), Emma W. (Beautiful Morning), Isabel S. (Day by Day), Joshua B. (Changing Through Traveling), Marina W. (untitled), Na'im S. (untitled), Olivia M. (This Little Warrior), and the team R2C (untitled) with Rachel P., Raquel M., and Cory B.
Witnessing the unbiased talent of our Calvert students are our three amazing judges: Ms. Michelle Dunn, Ms. Lindsey Foulkes, and Ms. Victoria Pylvainen. Our three outstanding judges had a hard journey ahead of them for the students displayed their best works yet. A heated debate occurred as the judges pondered over who could claim 1st, 2nd, and 3rd place as the competition was very closely matched. However, after long contemplation our three judges finally decided who would receive the honors of the podium. When the time arrived to hear the results our amazing teacher, Julie Radachy, announced the long-awaited results. Thank you to our judges who took the time to participate in such an exciting competition and to our beloved teachers Mr. Tom O'Bryan and Ms. Julie Radachy for making this possible.
Prizes Up For Grabs
The competition couldn't have been more fierce for the prizes were worth everything that the students displayed this year. All of our winners had the choice of an iTunes or Amazon gift card that varied in price depending on podium placement.
Round of Applause for Our Winners
Clenching 3rd place in the hard to beat poetry slam competition was Na'im S. with his untitled poem. Just ahead Marina W. claimed 2nd place leaving one final spot up for grabs with her well-read untitled poem. Lastly, but certainly not least, Olivia M. was declared as our 1st place winner with her poem "This Little Warrior." Making this moment even more special, she was able to celebrate this victory with her father who had recently returned home from his duty overseas. Congratulations to our winners and everyone who put their heart and soul into not only their flawless presentation but the poems themselves.
Reported By: Christina K.
Post By: Christina K.
Living in a small town had its perks for sure, but walking to school everyday was not one of them. Sure our school was only a 15 minute walk up the street and it was mostly an uneventful journey, sometimes even a little fun when I met up with my friends -- Nick, Charlie, Richard, and Brandon -- on my street. And we didn’t even really mind the cold days in winter, there were snowballs to make it interesting. But there was something about the walk, something that could not be avoided. There was a house we had to pass along the way. This was the creepiest, scariest looking house you could possibly imagined. We had no idea if anyone actually lived in it. It was always dark, lawn not mowed, paint peeling, just an old, weird looking house that did not belong on my peaceful street. Whenever we approached it, our walking pace quickened and we didn’t even dare to look at it or talk about it. It was kind of like how you would act as you passed a cemetery, nothing needed to be said, just keep walking, don’t look. One day on our walk to school, for some crazy reason, my friend Charlie did the unthinkable, he stopped on the sidewalk in front of THE HOUSE, and looked right at it.
“Hey you guys, I think there is someone in there! I just saw the curtains open and close!”
“Dude really? Now is not the time for pranks, we’re gonna be late for school!” I replied in a hushed tone.
“No I’m serious! Somebody opened the curtains!”
“Come on, Charlie”, said Nick. “After the incident with Principal Ball and his secret stash of Lindt truffles, you’re going to have to do a wayyy better job convincing me.”
“I’m not kidding! Look, I’ll prove someone’s in there!”
“Charlie you are always trying to pull my leg. Give it up! I’m tired of this,” said Richard.
Before I realized what he was doing Charlie darted to the porch and rang the doorbell. He turned to me with wide eyes and his mouth gaping. He looked as surprised as I was. As if something pulled him to the house. Everyone was still, like in a trance. Suddenly the front door started creeping open and Charlie fainted. Fear and adrenaline surged through my body and I still couldn’t believe my eyes. The house should be abandoned! Right at that moment a ghastly looking arm with rotting flesh hanging from it’s yellowing bone slowly took hold of poor passed-out Charlie. My instincts told me to run. Run as far and as fast as I can. So I did. I left Charlie to that hideous creature. My sudden movement snapped everyone else out of their trance and they ran with me. We ran so fast Richard tripped and scraped his palms and knees on the rough concrete. I couldn’t stop though. I couldn’t even stop to help my friend who was obviously injured. By now Brandon, the head of our group, had gained enough of himself to scoop up Richard and help him to his feet, trying to run all the while. Because of our sprint in fear we made it to our middle school early! When we made it to the flagpole we bent over to catch our breath, besides Brandon who knew from sports not to bend over when catching your breath.
Nick, with heavy breathing overwhelming his words, spoke out “Josh!...... What was that?!....... Why’d you run?!”
I couldn’t respond, I felt like I was going pass out from all that sprinting. Barely speaking in between my breaths I said “ I…. don’t…..know…...W-why’d you…….why’d you follow me?” I finally sat down leaning my back on the flagpole.
“We shouldn’t be blaming Josh, we all ran and left Charlie behind.” Brandon responded. I roll my eyes at the fact that he isn’t even breathing heavy anymore.
“Thanks a lot, Brandon”, Nick wheezed.
“Yeah Cap. What would we do without you?” Richard let out. I let out a small laugh, remembering Brandon’s nickname - Captain America. I turn my head to Richard and remember that he is bleeding! Brandon takes notice too and is already picking up Richard, or is at least trying to pick up Richard.
“I’m taking Richard to the nurse’s office, you guys should get to class.”
“What about Charlie?” Nick pointed out.
“I bet it was all a prank.” I chimed, in returning to my feet.
“I bet he is laughing so hard right now in that empty house. You know how he is.”
Everyone nodded in agreement.
“Getting to the bottom of this is awesome and all but I am still bleeding and we all need to get to class.” Richard pointed out while gesturing to his knees.
“Oh yeah, I’ll get you there. Josh and Nick, get to class.” Brandon replied in a stern tone.
“Aye aye, Captain.” Nick chuckled.
By lunchtime, we hadn’t seen even the ghost of Charlie. Richard’s knees were in good shape, and Brandon, unlike the rest of us, was, well, “unsore”. But class was oddly quiet. There were no flarpy noises, no pictures of our math teacher passed around class, no stupid questions or comments to be made. Even our table at lunch was quiet. The uncomfortable truth was starting to catch up with us. The last we had seen our friend, he had been passed out on a porch, ready to be snatched up by a gruesome arm. All I could think was But was it really a prank?
They didn’t come back for me… What kind of rotten friends do I have? thought Charlie as he slowly walked around the strange, dark barren room he found himself in. He was in “the” house. A drafty breeze whistled through the cracks in between the paneling creating a slight shudder as Charlie trudged on nervously, unaware of the danger ahead. All lay dormant, the mysterious monster that had caused the fainting had inevitably disappeared within the darkness. But suddenly a low whisper from inside the walls frightened him as he followed the chilling sound in a trance.
“You were right, they aren’t my friends. They didn’t rescue me,” he had uttered into the dry and silent air. Just then, from the rotting, creaking floorboards, pale green smoke with wisps of black and orange began to seep from in between the termite-chewed cracks of the floor. “I toldyooou...you will nnnnever ffffit innn wittttthhhhh ttthhheemmm…” groaned the smoke. Charlie tried to cast his eyes away from the wispy creature, but he gave in to the urge of looking at the dastardly creature once more. Before it had dissipated, he could make out three fiery yellow eyes, staring dead into his, a formless mouth created by the absence of mist below its eyes. The rest of the creature had already became the creepy atmosphere of the abandoned abode.
Charlie began to sweat vigorously. He had witnessed what had happened to the last kid to take the test. He had failed… and became nothing but red smoke. His screams and wails could still be heard if he was quiet enough to listen, but he always had his earbuds on to drown out his pleas for help. He could even see him in the mirror, just a dingy burgundy.
Charlie turned to run back towards the door, but the whole house looked the same. Which way was out? He took a step forward, and the floorboard disintegrated before him. Wisps of that burgundy smoke curled up like fingers, groping for human flesh. The sight of those fingers clawing at him were too much. With leaps and bounds Charlie tore through the house, not knowing whether he was going further into the awful creature’s lair or closer to the way out or if he would be led outside into the backyard. He left behind him a trail of destruction, a crumpled floorboard with orangey mist wafting out of it here, a vase smashed there. The walls seemed to lurch back and forth. It was as though the very floor had slanted upwards. Charlie couldn’t stand it any longer. His head felt woozy. The backs of his eyes throbbed. He tried to squint to make out light and to relieve his eyes, but he could see nothing but decrepit wood and burgundy mist. He collapsed. Just as he did, he heard screams approaching. They sounded like a battle cry, but within that battle cry were pleas of “Charlie! Where are you? Talk to us, buddy!” A blur of red t-shirt came into view just as he passed out once more.
All through the day, the thought that we knew that it really wasn’t a prank had been gnawing away at our guts. We had tried to ignore it all day and kept an eye out for Charlie. He would do anything to play hooky… right? But when we hadn’t even seen Charlie at lunch, the one time at school when you could eat whatever you brought and talk for a whole half-hour without being shushed, we had known for sure that it wasn’t a prank. Apparently Nick, Brandon, and Richard had all tried to get out of school early to go look for him. I did, too, but none of us succeeded. We met at the flagpole at 2pm. We looked at each other and started towards the house, not saying a word. We quickly accelerated from a power-walk to a sprint. Without hesitation, we burst down the rotten door, yelling like we were entering battle with swords and lances. The house smelled like death. It was dark and dusty; the air was heavy. We hadn’t even come up with a plan, so we just started walking through the house, calling for Charlie. At last I heard Nick call “I found him! Somebody help me pick him up!”
By the time I reached Nick and Charlie, Brandon and Richard were slowing themselves down at the same time. Charlie wasn’t dead, but he sure looked like it. Brandon was the strongest, so we hoisted Charlie onto his shoulders. Richard, Nick and I led the way out. The fear in the air was so intense. I now know what fear smells like: the cold sweat that breaks out on your skin blended with the musky, dank air of an old, haunted house. But we couldn’t show fear now. we charged through the house, trying to show the same conviction that we had when we had come busting through the front door. The giant hole where the door had been was our savior. as soon as we were out in the warm sunlight, we took off for my house.
Plopping charlie on the lawn, we decided what we should do with him. CPR? Call an ambulance? Shake him? In our fear, we decided to take it slowly. Richard poked Charlie’s chest. “Um… Charlie? Are you awake?”
Richard prodded him harder and said louder, “Charlie. Wake up.”
Still no answer. We all wanted to wake him up, but we didn’t want to look like we were a bunch of sissies. We looked at each other and agreed. I shook him while everyone else yelled “CHARLIE! WAKE UP!”
His eyes snapped open. He groped the grass unbelievingly and looked at us even more so. We all started talking at once:
“Oh my gosh! You’re alive!”
“You guys came back for me!”
“What did you see?”
“What was that orange stuff!”
“Did it hurt ya?”
“I… I… don’t know!”
One thing was for sure… that had been way too close for comfort. We were going to have to start taking another route to school.
By Emma Weinheimer
Last year, I got a job playing the organ at my parish. But before I actually got the job, I had to practice and get better at it. During Lent, my parish would offer extra Confession times, so I’d go into the church on Monday nights and practice. In the late winter, our local Savers was having a sale and I needed jeans, so my mom took me up to Savers. As my mom was checking out, I looked around the store and I thought I saw one of the homeless men who went to our parish, Eddie, or, as we kids called him, “Mr. Eddie”. As we were putting our cart back and walking out the door, Mr. Eddie approached us. Turns out it had been him. We greeted each other, and he looked at me and said most sincerely “I really love hearing you play, Emma.” I had nearly forgotten that he was often in the warm church on Mondays, sitting in the pew farthest back to the left. He asked if I had an organ to practice on at home, and I told him I didn’t. To my great surprise, he told Mom and me about a friend who had an old organ, like one you would see in a music store, that he could no longer use and then explained how he'd love to give it to me and could even get it to our house. It was such a kind, genuine gesture that I was dumbstruck. Unfortunately, we didn’t really have a place to put an organ in our house.
“I’m so sorry, Eddie,” my mom said, “but we just don’t have the space for it in our house.”
“Gosh, it would be so nice to have, Mr. Eddie,” I said, “but Mom’s right. I just have no idea where I would put it. But thank you so, so much for thinking of me though. That was so very sweet of you.”
Mr. Eddie’s blue eyes twinkled as he said "Ah, that's ok." And we parted ways. Out of his nothing, he wanted to give me such an extraordinary gift. Even though I couldn't accept it, the genuine thought that was behind the gift will never leave me.
By Fatima Az-Zahara
Raquel Martinez: The woods were quiet, aching with age, and the sunlight dripped down from above, landing in leopard print to the leaf-strewn flood. Here, I walked with her, my little toddler cousin, hand in hand, and pointed out all the little flowers growing in the shaded hollows and dotting the meadow-sides. A butterfly slitted past, and I told her it could have been a fairy. She looked at me with disbelief and began to laugh, the sound cracking the forest quiet. A loud sweet cackle, stirring birds from their perches, a toothy grin, with gums flashing, and eyes twinkling. Her small round cheeks were dimpled, her noose crinkling with the gesture as if the smile wished to consume her whole face all at once. It was a pure smile, an expression of innocence and wonder that remained captured in my mind for years to come.
Mr. O'Bryan: A baby smile beats all. And if you are the person that makes the baby smile, well that is a pretty awesome thing. I always try to make a baby smile when I see one in a shopping cart to the grocery store as I wait in line. The baby and I will make eye contact and I will make some goofy face and usually the little tyke breaks into a wide grin. If the mother turns around and sees me doing this I usually stop so as not to be accused of being some kind of weirdo. If I do stop, the baby looks at me like, dude, that was hilarious! Do it again! So, the baby smile does it for me.
Muhammad Khwaja: The most beautiful smile I have seen would have to be the smile of my youngest sister. She is only 18 months old so her smiles are beautiful to everyone. The reason I find her smile the most beautiful is because it was the first smile of a younger sibling that I remember when they were still toddlers. Although I have 4 younger siblings, I was too young to remember their smiles when they were very young. This is why I think my sister's smile is the most beautiful smile I have seen.
Isabel Swann: The best smile I ever saw was when I hadn't seen my best friend, Sara Riley, for a long time. I went to her musical play and watched her dance as a police officer. When the cast took a final bow and got off the stage to greet their parents and friends I went up to Sara and patted her on the back. She turned with a confused expression not knowing who else would be at her play but immediately smiled so wide I thought it would stretch off her face. She embraced me in a long meaningful hug and thank me for coming to see her. That smile I will never forget.
Fatima Az-Zahraa Dadou: The most beautiful smile I have seen is my baby sister, Rahima's smile. If I had to describe her heart-felt smiles in one word, I would say "contagious". When my 3 year old sister laughs, the sound of her laughter rings through the house and lights faces up with smiles and lets us beam with joy and gratitude. Often, tears spring to my eyes when I realize how blessed my family is to have her, how much I love her, and how much I love God for blessing me so abundantly with even more than I had prayed for. I have never seen the little princess smile without having myself breaking into one.
By Emma Weinheimer
Emma Weinheimer: In inland CT, we're having seasonable temperatures for mid-April - mid-50s to upper 60s. It's a bit rainy this week, but you know what they say: "April showers bring May flowers"!
Muhammad Khwaja: In northern GA, we are having upper 50s and mid 70s. Very grey skies but no rain. I think this is the normal temperatures for April but I'm not 100% sure.
Alicia S.: In Phuket, Thailand, the sky has been very blue and the sun has constantly been shining. It's been unusually hot these past few weeks, like in the high 80s and 90s!
Jack R.: In South GA (Savannah) we are having mid 60s to upper 70s.
Dr. Radachy: I'm very happy to report that, in Ohio, we have replaced the snow showers with rain showers! :) (Apparently, Mother Nature was confused with the lack of the adjective "rain" before "showers." in that famous quote. I'm still trying to forgive her.)
Roxy LaChance: Here in Okinawa, Japan, the temperatures have been around the 70s and 80s, almost raining everyday for the past week. This past weekend, we had some crazy thunderstorms all through the night. It's getting warmer and warmer here, but the wind is still nice and cool!
Fatima Az-Zahraa Dadou: In Na'ama, Algeria, we're enjoying the typical April/May weather. Lots of warm sunshine, a bit cloudy in the evenings, and cool nights with refreshing breezes. It's 84 out right now.
Why do you sit
Why do you sit there all alone?
Are you waiting for someone to call your phone?
Why do you sit with hands resting on your lap,
Your face stone cold as if something will snap?
Why do you sit like something horrid will befall
As you sit staring blankly at the wall?
Will you tell me what the matter is
Or is this a sort of quiz?
It is as if fear has taken you
For nothing they have said is told to be true.
Spring should be a happy time,
All fresh and new, not covered in slime.
If you would simply look around,
You’d see the beauty to be found.
Don’t be afraid, there’s nothing to fear.
This sweet time comes but once a year.
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