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Prosody is published by North Shore Country Day Upper School students each spring and offers a wide sample of creative works from the junior kindergarten through 12th grade.
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ABOUT THE COVER:
This year our cover artist is JACK COLLEY, Class of 2014. Jack shared a few words with us about his work:
This photograph was taken at a dude ranch in Wickenburg, Arizona. My intention was to capture the character of the people inhabiting this place, a location that seems frozen in time. At this ranch, cowboys have been herding horses in the same way since the 1950's. The cowboy in the scene has worked at the ranch for generations, so it was fitting for him to be the main subject.
My family started going to this ranch a few years after it opened. This sparked a culture of horsemanship in my family and between my grandparent’s generation and mine we have had around eight horses. To show the timelessness and the tradition of the ranch, the photo is printed in black and white. The high contrast in values allows the viewer to be immersed in the dust, just the way the cowboy is. The landscape format creates a natural sense of direction from side to side. The scene emerges completely when the book is fully open.
pros· o· dy [pros-uh-dee] – noun1. the science or system of poetic meters and versification.
2. the stress and intonation patterns of an utterance.
Origin: 1400–50; late Middle English. Latin prosdia, Greek prosidía.
PROSODY2014
The Junior Kindergarten The Senior Kindergarten Charlotte JordanSara Jayne GrayChloe WatrousIan GeorgeNoah MackenzieJulian MillerMolly BiggsAvery AvedisianChloe JacobiEliza Widlansky
PROSODYArtists & Writers
LOWER SCHOOL
MIDDLE SCHOOL
Ben SilvermanEthan CantorStefania BorrelliPhoebe CaseyWill O’ConnorTalia SmithBetsey Freiburger Maxim MarshallAidan Mitts
Connor GrayLiam GallagaLottie AkiMarshall HymanVanessa BorelliDanielle SavinJuliet AinsleyRachel OlatunjiNatalie McCallLily BiggsAva FarhatJunnah Quraishi
Sofia SimonAnna Roszak8th Grade CollaborationEloise RichardsonRachel BlairPaula Fiegl Maya ValliathClayton DurningDuncan ApplebaumAlexandra Charnas
Beatrice de Montfort WalkerClaudia FieglWalker HymanEun Hae LilligZander KhanCamilla Joffrey Adam KalilLiliana GreenSam RoszakZoe RosenstockCharlie Ver EeckeOwen ConlonEllia Yarandi
Shemar James Jack ValentiSafia VohraEmma HalbertEmma FlanneryEmily GeorgeBen PotterLille van de Zanden
The editing staff would like to thank all North Shore students, faculty, staff and parents who channeled art and writing submissions to us
and helped proof our final layout.
UPPER SCHOOL EDITING STAFF
FACULTY ADVISORS
Shemar JamesJack ColleyJessica QiaoLille van der ZandenSamantha Weinberg Rachel HayesKatie KarminEmma FlanneryJames RobinsonValerie JaharisTess ConsidineAntonia TheodosakisStephanie CurleyJosie SantiQuinn Gray Clayton CottinghamEmma HalbertBen PotterDillon ForesterRebecca KirtleyZak Nelson
Ms. Puccia & Ms. Kinder
James Robinson 11th
Flocks of black cablesstream in parallel patternsshuttling busyness, to the paying customerslinked to its surging stream.
Its seething army of electrons,march uniformlyfeeding the hum of the firehidden beneath its impervious black sheath.Telephone conversations
leap between polesferrying progress and directing messagesoblivious
INTERSECTION
to the silent strandof wind-torn prayer flagsthat intersects the rushing streamat an odd angle.
Each tattered flag droops in a hopeful stance awaiting the lift of a breeze to release its prayers:
thousands of little wordsunleashed to the winddispersing a different story.
Junnah Quraishi 3rd
8th Grade Collaborative Art
The sun beats down on my back. The sand is scorching hot,my feet feel
like fire. The Big Ferris Wheel towers over me like a skyscraper. I hear the
children scream with glee, and the icecream man shouts in his cheerful
voice “Get your ice cream, get it fresh today!’ I’m hot and sweaty and I
feel I could use a swim. Sizzled mobs come in the water to cool off. The
waves bob up and down as if they were a roller coaster. It is a zoo here.
Everyone is swimming, tanning, eating, or dancing. There are a lot of
diverse faces around here on the beach. Even in the boiling summer of
Chicago you can have fun!
CHICAGO
Eliza Widlansky 4th
Charlotte Jordan 2nd
FALL
Friends make jack-o-lanterns on Halloween.
A season with the colors orange and red.
Leaves fall down from the trees.
Look! People like jumping in leaf piles.
The Senior Kindergarten
Marshall Hyman 2nd
Jack Colley 12th
My Poem
This poem is for the open minded. The people who understand that the time that I’m writing about was very hard for people just as deserving as we are now. This poem is for those people, the strong, brave people, who called the north a new home. They also called it the Land of Freedom.
REAL FREEDOM
My bloodlines are long,just like the scars on my back,but now I know freedom,almost.
My hands are calloused,from the long years of work,no breaks, no fruits of my labor,and now I know freedom,almost.
I’ve bought some crops,I’ve spent a long time tending to them,I’ve spent all my money on food for my family,but when the rent has to be paid,
Noah Mackenzie 5th
they take away my food for themselves,if this is freedom, I don’t like it.
This year was a good year,my crops were the best,they sold at the market, for more than five cents,I pay off my debts, free up my will, and move on,
We buy the tickets,and wait,waiting,waiting, waiting.
The train arrives,and we say goodbye,off to the north.
We are going to find…Real freedom.
Happiness
Valued more than gold
Cannot bargain or purchase it
Some spend their entire lives seeking it
Comes as naturally as bees to honey
Anyone can strive to get it but only some succeed
It is evasive but when you find it, you must keep a tight hold for it might run away
and leave you decrepit
Ian George 5th
Sofia Simon 6th
Julian Miller 1st
JumpJump,Jump for the joyjump to succeed jump to touch the skyfall to fall, but don’t let me watchfail to fail you might succeed but if you jump there will always be victory
Betsey Freiburger 7th
The early morning sunshine fills the roomBright light reflecting off his glassesmaking his eyes shine in the lightHis gentle and soothing voice fills the air with happiness and joyWhile mixing the ingredients,his dark brown hair shuffles from his movementThe smell of the pancake batter fills the kitchenMy dad rolls up his sleeves of his fuzzy sweater,ready to beginThe pan sizzles as the batter hits the pan one by oneHe holds the handle ready to flip each pancakeThe handle is bumpy compared to his smooth skinEach pancake is perfect,smooth and in a circle,sitting in the plate waiting to be eatenHis hand glides across the top pancake,as he places another smooth pancake to the top of the pileThe pancakes are placed on the floral tablecloth,sitting beside the delicious maple syrup that fills the air with a sweet aromaHis gentle voice now fills with excitementas he tells us ‘Breakfast is Ready!’
EARLY MORNING PANCAKES
Stefania Borrelli 7th
Clayton Cottingham 12th
Quinn Gray 12th
One day, the mountain lion wanted to climb a mountain to get to a birthday party. Then, he found a big cave on top; it was so cold. He walked down to get the other lions. He got his cubs and walked back up. There was a mean goat in the cave. The lion walked into the cave to find the mean goat. The goat said, “Ha!” The lion tried to walk away, but the cubs said, “It’s time for the party, Dad! The party is actually in the cave.” It was the goat’s party! They had a good time, and went out-side into the cold mountains to see if anyone else was coming. When they were outside, the goat chased them! Then, the goat fell down and needed a band aid. The goat’s parents came and said, “Oh, you need a band aid. We have one right here!” Then, they had some chocolate cake. Then the daddymountain lion said, “It’s time to go home.” Just then, the mommy lion showed up. Then they ate the whole cake. Three days later, the baby cubs came back to play with the goat. Then the goat came over to their house and they had fun. The end.
A MOUNTAIN BIRTHDAY PARTYThe Senior Kindergarten
Rachel Blair 8th
Charlie Ver Eecke 1st
Creative
Helpful
Awesome
Really good at karate
Loving
Imaginative
Exciting
Brilliant
Ellie’s Sister
Artistic
Teammate
Ready to Garden
Interesting
Creating
Energetic
Beatrice de Montfort Walker 1st
Dillon Forester 10th
white paint boundary
mud splashed post
torn up grass
stinky field
cold sweat dripping
pierced dirt flying
center circle
players Numbers
mud dripped cleats
muddy shinguards
start whistle
white powder
flying Ball
SOCCER GAMEOwen Conlon 3rd
There once was a small town of Nowhere. Nowhere was a terrible, evil place! No one escaped Nowhere because they feared the Great Something. The Great Something was beyond Nowhere and beyond the Greyness. The Great Something was filled with love and warmth that the people of Nowhere were once taught to fear. This fear lived with them in their daily lives slowly eating them alive.
But there was a girl. A special unordinary being of Nowhere. Her named was Esther. Esther was special and she did not fear the Great Something like the others in her town did.
Esther was the bravest of the brave.
Esther found the life she was living was bitter and blue. Everything was the same. The same grey houses, the same grey cars, the same grey faces, the same grey shoes…all of it was grey. The only thing in Esther’s life that wasn’t grey was her hair. There was a tiny red streak that scared all
Rachel Hayes 9th
ESTHER AND THE GREAT SOMETHING
the small school children into the arms of their mothers. She had no friends and her teachers ignored her…all because she was different.
The people of Nowhere feared different which was what Esther was. She had a feeling in her heart that was different and she could feel that feeling growing everyday. So Esther let her love grow for all to see. She no longer felt ashamed of the glowing red in her beautiful heart. She ran around spreading her love and making all the others realize the warmth that they could experience from the love.
So once Esther spread her love, she stood and cried, “We must not fear the Great Something! We must embrace the love! We must embrace the Something!”
And so they did.
A BOOK
Ellia Yarandi 3rd
shiny title
yellow pages
page number written in black
long chapters
ripped bookmark
words upon the page
tall letters
carzy named author
sketched pictures
ended story
The cows mock me in the green, grassy field,
The chicks and chickens chased me out of the hen house,
The strong, brown horse bucked me off his back,
The ducks pushed me in the shimmering pond,
The big, fat pig splattered me with sticky brown mud,
Seems the only animal that likes me here is the dog.
Chloe Watrous 3rd
Sara Jayne Gray 5th
FARM TROUBLES
Liam Gallaga 1st
Lottie Aki 1st
As we walk along the silver roadThe puddles shine as the raindrops fallTheir long skirts rippling with laceThe fog hangs low like a sagging blanketHeld up by thin trees, infuriated by this taskThey have lost their leavesAnd hate their shameful baldnessAs the snow piles highAnd the rain pours onNever ending winterNever ending Thunder-snow
Emma Flannery 9th
THUNDER-SNOW
I float in the air.
I hover around the mountains.
I glimmer in rain.
I am warm but also cold.
I will put you in zen mode.
Natalie McCall 5th
DRIFTING IN THE AIR
Neglect, neglect is the word That no one wants to be heard. It rings in the ears! And can bring out tears!Tears of the forgotten ones. Neglect. Neglect is the word That no one wants to feel. It feels lonely and forgotten, In the unknown corner. While the others continue riding, Your still on the sideline, not close to where you want to be. If you’re ever to be mistaken,And put off in the shadow, Do not sit and wallow! Stand up!Shake it off and rise above, To prove to the ones who overlooked. Because you will not hear the word neglect, Nor will it reflect, The amazing accomplishment that deserves respect.
NEGLECT
Emma Halbert 12th
Jessica Qiao 12th
Lille van der Zanden 10th
The person who I see in the mirroris not a person that is so easy to be.But in order to be truly free.I have to look at myself with honesty.
I walk in the steps of millions that lived before me.They cast shadows of images I don’t want to see.Persecuted and Executed for their Jewish identity.My name honors their memory.
I have been bullied and mistreated because I don’t have a Christmas tree.Because that’s what their parents taught them so easily.So I’m silent and I wash away the pain like the waves on the sea.I never get to celebrate some of my special qualities.
My family stresses the importance of one’s veracity.We pray for peace and that applies to the world in its entirety.
Ethan Cantor 8th
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 The wind blows by carrying a swift breeze of fresh air1, 2, 3, 4 Brushing my hair to the side5, 6, 7, 8 My head follows then my shoulders1, 2 Rib riband Isolate3, 4 Hip hip5 and 6 Circling7, 8 I dance
A LIFE THAT COUNTS
Samantha Weinberg 9th
Anna Roszak 7th
Paula Fiegl 7th
Eloise Richardson 6th
Rebecca Kirtley 12th
Molly Biggs 4th
I kick my legs into open space!
I twirl around until I fall!
I dance and celebrate until the white day is overI lie awake in my cool sheets,thinking what a beautiful day it wasI fall asleep under the eyes of the moonThe dark night, just like the light day,is beautiful too.
I lift my skirt, and tap my foot,feeling the beat of the lively song!I go home after a too-quick dayI fall asleep under the ears of the moonThe dark night, just like the light day, is beautiful too.
DANCE!Claudia Fiegl 5th
Gray as the cat in my father’s house,
Yellow as the little bird in my mother’s apartment,
Red as delicious tomato juice,
Purple as the taxis in Chicago,
Green as the trees in spring,
Blue as the sky on a beautiful day,
Orange as the participation sheet.
Gris comme le chat dans la maison de mon père,
Jaune comme le petit oiseau dans l'appartement de ma mère,
Rouge comme le délicieux jus de tomate,
Violet comme les taxis à Chicago,
Vert comme les arbres au printemps,
Bleu comme le ciel quand il fait beau,
Orange comme la feuille de participation.
LES COULEURS
COLORS
Maxim Marshall 7th
Zander Khan 4th
Aidan Mitts 8th
Zoe Rosenstock 3rd
I am from a stageCaked with dust and splintersI am from standing on the coffee table and providing the after-dinner entertainmentI am from the shadow that my sister left on stageOr the one my brother left on the basketball courtEverything five year old meWanted to be
I am the smell of pastitsio And the skin of an oliveI’M FROM ROARING VOICES On my cousins’s farm
I am from a mind of my own Carefully crafted by members of my familyI am from anger and sadnessFrom the lips that brush across each other gentlyAs they whisper memorized movie line
WHERE I’M FROM
I am from the child who hid under the coversScared by too many thoughtsI am from people’s laughterWho are too busy to see tears
I am from a familyWhich is twisted like a grape vineBut holds its own
I am from a SeedWhose heart has been spread across the worldFrom someone who cares too muchAnd wastes too much timeAll the while On the stageIn the blazing spot light
Valerie Jaharis 11th
Liliana Green 4th
Zak Nelson 11th
The sun hit me in just the right spoton the square of my left shoulder bladeand it felt goodreally goodIt spread warmth on every square of skin on my bodyand I just felt so--rightlike the world was made for methat there is a little nookfor me to crawl intowhere I can just beEXPOSEDMy breath raw, my stomach hollowand yet I was still hereI don’t want this feeling to endCRANK CRANK CRANKWhat is happening?I lift my gaze out of my nookto find a tall, hovering manlowering the curtains,lowering the curtains, but at the same time smirking at mebecause he knew just the effect he was having on meThe warmth slowly but surely began to fade
The warm air being suckedof meI felt like I was dyingSomebody, Save me!I glance around at the restof my classmatesbut nobody is looking up.How can they carry on like this?Surely they too feel the cool goose bumps creeping up on their armssurely they too feel this rotten pit settling at the bottom of their stomachsI look up one more time to make sure I am not fantasizingThere they areearbud in each earThe only thing that matterstheir stupid music blaringand then it hits meI am alonesurroundedby silhouettesin a darkchilly nowhere Katie Karmin 9th
Josie Santi 12th
Every where you go, there always is a person that is shy or doesn’t
talk to anyone very much. Typically they fall into the category of being
“Depressed” or being “Antisocial,” but what if they just don’t know what
to say? If you ever really think about it, the ones who are silent really
have the upper hand, because you never really know what they’re doing.
So while the people who are talking reflect on something they learned,
the people who are silent get to learn another thing on top of that. So,
the next time you begin to think about what’s going on inside that kid in
the corners head, you know its going to be a thought one step in front of
yours.
SILENT PEOPLEWill O’Connor 8th
Clayton Durning 8th
The soil is richIt is rejuvenatingYou are mesmerized
MEDITATION
Rachel Olatunji 5th
Ben Silverman 8th
Eun Hae Lillig 5th
Close your eyes. You are at a beach in Chicago. You can hear the giggling children happily playing. The splashing of the waves are quiet. Of course, sometimes you can also hear the lifeguards whistle, loud and shrill. The scene is nice. Children covered in sand playing with a ball shouting. They throw the ball a little too far and it lands by your feet. You throw it back to them. They smile at you. You see people eating a picnic. There is lush, green trees to your left. Far away you can see the ferris wheel at Navy Pier. You feel relaxed. You rub sunscreen on your arms which are almost burned. You walk a little farther down the beach and you see an interesting seashell. You go and pick up the seashell. It is many colors and is very beautiful. You are hot so you walk into the water. It is nice and cool. You feel so calm. You go back to your towel and lay down. You put on sunglass-es you go to sleep. In a while you wake up and notice it was time to go. You pack your things and go.
Walker Hyman 4th
MEMORIESMaya Valliath 7th
Her warm, loving, brown eyes gazed down at me. I smiled at her.
The smell of her tea drifted from the kitchen and I ran to the biscuits. I dipped the crumbly biscuit into her tea.
She watched us play around the couch and with the toys that lay in a cabinet in the bedroom.
As we waltzed through her big tile hallway and stared with awe at the foreign plants carefully tended to by her that lay outside the window, she watched us play through those circular glasses that framed her face.
Three years later, when I came back, and she was old and frail. She still smelled of her light perfume. Her skin was smooth and glossy but wrinkled.
One day I wore an Indian shirt and I remember she was so proud of me. I don’t know for what but I felt so loved by her.
She lay in the floral bed weak and exhausted. I had to say goodbye.
Her warm, loving, brown eyes gazed up at me. I smiled at her.
I received her stamp collection half a year later. It smelled like an old book and the precious stamps were contained in a gold tinted box.
I gingerly sifted through the collection of memories. I slowly accumulated bits and pieces of her life.
I smiled.
Junior Kindergarten
Avery Avedisian & Chloe Jacobi JK
Camilla Joffrey & Adam Kalil JK
Ben Potter 10th
THE PASTPhoebe Casey 6th ~ Inspired by The Red Scarf Girl
November 4, 1966I felt guiltandthere was nothing I could do about it.
December 15, 1966The decemberrainwashed away my humiliation and shame
January 7, 1967I sawa boyblowing big splendid soap bubblesthat shimmered with colors in the sunlight,just as we had done when we were little
February 19, 1967 His enthusiasm wasELECTRICfrank, sincere, sympathetic
March 29, 1967Our red scarves flutter,the sounds of drums and gongs,many beautiful dreams
Stephanie Curley 12th
casually
the fish swims around the tank
lazily
viewing the diverse colored
rocks
and the leafy plant
all inside
the aquarium
in the room
Juliet Ainsley 4th
Lily Biggs SK
Ava Farhat SK
Vanessa Borelli 5th
HAPPINESS
Hold fast to happinessFor if it goesLife is a gardenThat’s missing a hose.
Hold fast to happinessFor when it is goneLife is a sketchbookWithout anything drawn.
Talia Smith 7th
Connor Gray 2nd
I am waiting for the horn to blow. The anticipation is growing. I am starting to sweat. I glance at the boy next to me right as the horn blows. I sprint into the water. The water is splashing everywhere, and it’s kinda hard to see. When the water gets deeper I dive under it and start swimming. I then quickly jump up for a gulp of air; then I submerge back into the murky water. We swim for a couple more minutes and soon I am running out of the water on to the shore to get to my transition station.
When I get to my transition station I get my shoes, socks, number and belt. Then I grab my bike and run for the bike track. When I get to the bike start I hop on my bike and start pedaling. I feel the air hitting my chest. It’s like a cold bite, but I quickly get over it and pass a couple more people. My legs start hurting more and I notice that I am going up a hill. I power through it and on the other side I look ahead of me and I see the bike finish. I am a little relieved because I know that the race will be over soon. When I reach the bike finish I hop off my bike and run it back to my transition station.
I take off my helmet and get my water bottle and take a swig. The water runs like a river down my throat. I run to the run start and then I start sprinting. I am sprinting for my life and it feels amazing. I am running for some time now, I have passed a lot of people. There is a Gatorade stand up ahead so I think I should take a drink. When I am done I throw it away and I run for a couple more min-utes. I see the finish line; I am more relieved than ever before. I sprint my fastest through the finish line; my heart is pounding. I take my token of victory, my med-al. I then run to my cheering parents and give them a hug. I feel like a champion.
CHICAGO SCENE : TRIATHALONSam Roszak 5th
Antonia Theodosakis 10th
Duncan Appelbaum 7th
Lights flicker
Reflect my shadow on the cobble stone
Barely see as the haze takes sight
Turn the corner, hear bells chime
No one but my shadow and I
The ring, the sound, our waltz we danced
The silence, the hum, our collapse
Continue over the bend to the crowded square
All is dark, my shadow replaced
By the boy who rang the bells inside
The danced, collapsed heart of mine
Where we’ve gone
WHERE WE’VE GONE
Tess Considine 9th
Danielle Savin 3rd
Alexandra Charnas 6th
Let go of that dreamThat one of illusionThe outside of your unleashedAnd burning desires of the bleeding heartRelease that unwanted but beautiful blue birdThat many others have but refuse to free from their hesitant cagesLet go of that dreamThe one of intrusion Misled by the twisted path you trod beneathAnd imposed upon you by witch-crafted artAway with any foreign thought, tongue, and wordAnd realize that night strange star you wished upon was so absurdLet go of that starNo matter how it seemsNo matter how it gleamsBy no means should you go to extremesBecause what glows amonsgt the purple darknessis only waiting full of starknessAnd up its big dipper sleeve is a schemeLet go that dream Let go.
LET GO OF THAT DREAM
Shemar James 12th