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Spring 2006
Volume CXXVII, Number
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Boston Latin School
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Mary Hong Yucong Ma
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Editor Emeritus
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Spring 2006
Table of
Contents
MyVision for America Vinh Hua
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My Sister Michaela Hughes 6
Living This Lie Elodie Paquette 8
Mom’s Story Cam Dung Le 10
Shoah Jane Newbold
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Le Bistro Colby Riordan 15
How A
to Eat Pear Elena Milius 16
Waiting for Sarah (IV) Vinh Hua 18
Candle Within Us All Denise Nguyen 19
Illegal Immigration AlexPryse 20
Iced Roses YunweiSun 22
What It Means To Be A Minority Charles Levine 24
Sargeant’s “Luxembourg Gardens at Twilight” Olena Savytska 26
Laziness James Smith 28
Fear James Smith 28
Generation In A Howl Anonymous 29
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Gracias Ms. Hauck’s Spanish Honors 30
Louisiana Lady Allegra Fletcher.
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Bridge Alec Maure
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The Beat ofButterflyWings Jane Newbold 36
Raven Dark Patricia Cahill
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Ukrainian Gold Olena Savytska 38
My Night, My Link Beverly Nguyen
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Perfection Veronica Koven-Matasy. 41
The Hourglass Olivia Schwob 44
Snatches ofConversation Yucong Ma 46
Spring 2006
Vision
for
for Alia
DC
Today, in
nation's capitol and shame,
wound never be treated
shining beacon of ideals enshrined and forgotten
phallic symbols to make us feel that much more
patriotic,
saw
I
a punkish-emo-middle-class-innocent-confused
half-Italian and half-Middle Eastern girl eating her lunch
under an American flag, on the steps
of the Holocaust Memorial Museum
and thought, to myself
this
is what America is supposed to
be.
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SISTER
A cookie for you, a cookie for me
Just to go with our 3 o'clock tea.
We wear our sun hats and put on our dresses
Even when we know, we'll make lots of messes.
We stick out our pinkies and sip carefully
We'll talk and laugh and act cheerfully.
Afterwards we'll sing and dance
We'll even travel from Boston to France
We'll jump around like no one cares
We'll leap all the way down the stairs.
Once we get tired and can't go on
We hop into bed with a large yawn
We'll close our eyes and dream for some time
We'll dream of witches and goblins and slime
And when we wake up it'll be well again
We'll smile and gleam every now and then
When we're together we know we are sound
So we put on our shoes and we jazz around
You kiss the cut, I bandage the blister
It's a bond you can't break, we're sister and sister
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This Lie
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A little girl runs up to me. She must be about five or six years old. She looks
up at me, with her penetrating yet innocent stare. And without a trace of shyness she
opens her tiny mouth and asks me why always wear a scarf on my head. And right
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there, in that moment, I almost tell her. Standing in the warm June sun, I almost tell her
about how had to marry the man love in secret, because my parents did not approve
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because he is Japanese.
We adopted a little Japanese girl, not long after, so that our child would not have
to deal with the issues that came with being biracial. And now, with the war, we have
been brought to this... internment camp, 1 believe they call it. We are dangerous. We
cannot be living among other people. It's funny that I say "We." I am not Japanese. But
can pass.
To be kept with my family, have been wearing this scarf on my head, hiding
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my hair. I have been pretending to be a Japanese woman, instead of the mulatto that I
really am. But this is what I must do, for my family. They need me. There are times, of
course, when just want to walk into the street, rip off my scarf, and march right out
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into the real world, showing my heritage with pride. But I cannot. I will not. I want to
be strong, or at least seem it, for my husband, and our daughter. But the frustration, oh
the frustration, it is just unbearable.
The people here, they complain. They get aggravated. And cannot deny
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that they have every right to. But what I am living is much more difficult. I am lying
to myself, to everyone. 1 used to think my life was bad. I always felt stuck, caught
in between White and Black. When 1 was younger, I thought I could choose. But I
soon realized that not only was that decision impossible to make, but could never
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completely be one race. So I was always stuck. But at least then I could be myself. Here,
I have to be something that I am not at all, not even half. It's difficult, and exasperating,
to live this lie. But I try, for my family. They need me more than I need myself.
So here I am, standing in the warm June sun, about to tell the little girl all of this.
But I look down just a moment too late. The girl has already run off, too young, too
carefree to listen to the problems of a troubled woman like myself.
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