Week 31: 30th June, 2005
Next Edition : Wednesday 22nd September, 2005
This Week:
Awards Day
I'll Procrastinate Later Berit Anderson
Outdoor Pursuits Dan Norman
Wedding News Paul Collis
The T. Gil Bunch Theatre: Upcoming Events  


Awards Day marks the formal end to the term, when bags are packed, books stored away, and the campus inundated by parents with semi-trailers in tow ready to haul away the accumulated bric-à-brac of the school year. For those fortunate to be recognised by outstanding achievement in scholastics, through citizenship, or recognition of potential, there are extra encumbrances in the form of prizes, awards, and scholarships to accommodate.

The day begins with an army of 400 students bustling around campus either making the place look spiffy or completing last-minute packing. As rooms are emptied, fridges, couches, exotic Oriental wall hangings are traded away, discarded, or consigned to the local Thrift Store (probably from whence they came). As the chores are completed, all students slip into their number one uniform for the formal components of the day. At the Graduates Ceremony, held in the delightful open air location on the lawns of the Head of School's residence, the Class of 2005 received their Graduation Certificates then enjoyed several words of wisdom from — on behalf of of the parents — Mr. Iain McLean, then Mr. Keith Digby, on behalf of the staff (Mr. Digby's speech can be read at Graduation Address). At the buffet lunch that followed, the tradition was maintained of younger brothers and sisters serving their graduating siblings and guests.

Jamie Rae Ballentine Foulkes and Celeste Good on the case.

The Awards Ceremony that followed honoured those students winning subject prizes and major trophies for achievement and citizenship. Presenting the prizes this year were Mr. P. D. P. (Pip) Holmes (Class of 1941 and Governor of the school from 1971) and his wife Catherine. During the ceremony, Mr. Holmes received the Hugh Stephen Award for his lifelong service to Brentwood College School. full details of the day can be seen on the Awards Day Program page.

The opening and closing speeches were by Head Prefect Stephen Pointon and Chris Macklam, valedictorian for the class of 2005, who brought the afternoon to a close.

To conclude the afternoon, all students, staff, parents and guests enjoyed tea and refreshments on the plaza.

The Graduating Class of 2005 process into the Graduation Ceremony on the lawns of the Head of School's residence

Chairman of the Board of Governors, Mr. Kip Woodward (Class of 1974) with his opening remarks.

(Photo: James Clark)

Major Award Winners:
Michael David Wright
and Ellen Kutscher
(Callin Family Award),
Laura McLean (Kathleen Bryan Memorial Award),
Matthew Kay and Sam Choi
(Michael Ipatowicz Memorial Award),
James McBride (Graduates Award),
Marlee Hahn and Alex Ruggieri
(Ken Creer Memorial Award)

Major Award Winners:
Noah McColl (Paul Love Memorial Award),
Joy Liu and Sebastian Kallos (Brentwood Trophy),
Rona Mitchell and Sean McCarthy
(Hogan Memorial Shield) ,
Geoff Friderichs (Davis Award),
Lauren McClellan (Mackenzie Award ),
Cirisse Stephen and Nicholas Chesterley
(Eyton Family Award)

Major Award Winners:
Tom O'Malley (Appleton Trophy),
Ashley Van Order (Holmes Cup),
Stephen Pointon (The Yarrow Shiel
Garett Graeme (Holmes Cup)

Chairman of the Board
Kip Woodward presents
Noah McColl with the
Physics 11 prize.

Governor Mr. P. D. P. (Pip) Holmes
presents Ken Ukrainec and Lisa Small
with the Peyton Trophy

(Photo: Paul Fletcher)

The Zell family: Peter, Alison, Graham, and Dianne.

Head of School Mrs. Andrea Pennells and
Governor of the School Mr. P. D. P. (Pip) Holmes
(Photo: Paul Fletcher)
Jenny Johel and Hanako Okano
The Tsoi family:
Barbara, Florence, and Richard.
The Davies family:
Jeff, Timothy, Nancy


If there’s one thing a Brentwood student learns to hate during their time at school, it’s exam week. The frantic recitation of factoids concerning the genetic makeup of jellyfish echoing from the hallways late at night does little to settle the nerves, inciting indigestion all around for those within earshot. The self satisfied gloating of those finished their exams is perhaps almost worse, sending even some kind-hearted SPARC members crawling to their rooms in agony. Exams at Brentwood are tough, separating the weak hearted from the strong willed, the just-sit-down-n’-doers from the procrastinators. The procrastinators themselves are something to admire, acting as a well developed and central part of Brentwood’s social scene. Although we’d all love to pretend we begin studying the suggested month ahead of time, and some of us may, recently uncovered insider information regarding the study habits of Brentwood students seems to suggest otherwise. Several students claim to love cramming, complaining that information learned during long term studying doesn’t stick with them until exam time.

With so much time programmed into their schedules for studying and figuratively

Stephanie Gatzionis takes a study
break to paint her toenails

whip-bearing dictatorial teachers breathing down their necks during study sessions one might wonder how anyone at Brentwood could avoid studying for exams. At this point we must pause and take a breath. Normally, a student journalist might hesitate to reveal the secrets and scape-goating techniques of her fellow students, fearing social suicide and possible stoning, but with less than a week of high school left in her future, this one is gearing up to take a few pebbles in the gut. First of all, unguided in-class study is primo gossip time. Once a class is turned over to their own devices all semblance of productivity falls to pieces as giggles and whispers begin, giving way to the furious scribbling of pens on paper, recording every last scrap of gossip, as notes are passed, tossed, and flown across the room.

Prep, another instance of supervised studying, although utilised by many, can be an excellent time to catch up on any beauty routines that have gotten ahead of you. Walking through the halls of a girls residence during those two seemingly endless hours, one might wonder why the air seems so chemically pungent. Look no further than the newly varnished toenails of the quiet mousy girl perched on the edge of her chair as if in flight. She is invariably responsible, despite any semblance of

innocence, or protestation against her own guilt. As a continuance of this, all Brentwood students have a well-rehearsed and often utilised naïve look, available upon request. Generally only the greenest staff members fall prey to it, but if you go weak-kneed at the site of whimpering puppies beware. You will be hard-pressed to resist.
Generally procrastination seems to be a destination visited at one time or another by all travelers venturing through the world of knowledge. It might not be the most relaxing vacation spot, but, like any seedy beach resort, it has it’s regulars, and in all honesty, there are worse things for you out there. However even the most jaded procrastinator has to know when to buckle down and throw open a textbook, because although pedicures and passing notes may be fun, they wont help you ace your math exam.

Story and pictures by: Berit Anderson (Grade 12)

Sydney Black takes a few minutes of study time
to mold herself into a more perfect human being


On Saturday 11th June, the Outdoor Pursuits group enjoyed a final expedition to Shawnigan Lake. Their destination was the Bev and Jack Wallace (grandparents of Grade 11 student Esther Beauregard) cottage where Bev and Jack kindly hosted 15 Brentwood students for an afternoon of fun. The group started at Mason's Beach and, after launching their kayaks, paddled south. After 27 repetitions of "Hey Esther, where is this cottage — are we there yet?" the 7 km journey was finally completed. On arrival, everyone took advantage of the warm lake water to play around in the kayaks. After enough soggy fun to soak even the most absorbent student, a barbecue was fired up and used to cook a voluminous and delicious feast provided by Renee Wilson and the kitchen staff. Joining the Brentwood crew were many of Esther's family members, including a cousin currently visiting from New Zealand. As the kayakers left, he commented: "I just think you should know that I spent six years in boarding school, and I never ate even one meal that compares to the one we just enjoyed." All this, and the group made it back to campus in time for the Evening of Music.

Dan Norman


Brentwood may have had its collective nose in a book these past two weeks, but life goes on outside the bubble. 2002 graduate Katrina Baker celebrated her marriage to Jordan Batey in style at Qualicum Beach on Saturday, June 18, and here were some of the highlights:

* Maid of Honour Katie Linn (Class of 2002) and special guest Erica Zacharias (Class of 2002) wowed the assembled crowd with feats of tumbling, back flips, and barrel rolls
* Mike Flynn led all dancers in an epic conga line (all injured parties refrain from legal action)
* Maggie Flynn sang a beautiful acappella "Don't Cry for Me Argentina" for unclear reasons
* Prince William, Katrina's St. Andrews alumnus, sent an autographed sceptre which read, "To my vicarious Commonwealth Queen of Hearts"
* The Mayor of Qualicum openly wept

May the bride and groom be forever happy.

Paul Collis

Bride and.. umm.. temporary stand-in.


Biologists, beachcombers, and mudwrestling enthusiasts all had ample opportunity to engage in their passion this week with the exceptionally high and low tides as seen in the photographs below. Fortunately, winds were mere summer breezes, and thus damage to the docks -- as sometimes happens in the winter months -- was not a factor.


The end of the year is also the time to bid farewell to members of staff. This year, the school bids farewell to Director of Music Mr. John Williams; history, psychology and law teacher Mr. Garth Nichols, and teaching intern Ms. Jessica Boesel. We wish them well.


I would like to thank the Brentwood community for the four fabulous years I have shared with you. I have accepted a scholarship to begin a Master’s Degree in Choral Conducting this coming fall at the University of Washington. I am very excited about the program, and the prospect of continuing to integrate my passions for composition and conducting. My family and I have many fond memories of our time here, and the friendships and bonds will last a lifetime. I will always treasure the wonderful memories from the choral festivals in Powell River and Banff, the outstanding musicals, the Plaza performance during the opening of the Bunch Centre, the beautiful Remembrance Day services and Christmas concerts, and of course the numerous magical moments during the year-end Evenings of Music. Most of all our family is grateful to the staff, students, parents and families who have welcomed and loved us.

John R. Williams

Mr. John Williams


I would like to take this opportunity to thank all those staff and students who have made these past couple of years what they were for me. This was a special place to be a part of: from the laundry gals and super chefs in the kitchen, to my colleagues in the Humanities Department, I’ve had great opportunities to work with dedicated and excellent staff.

In particular, for me, being the coach of the Jr. Men’s crews was very special. Early mornings are peaceful times for reflection and focus, and I enjoyed every one of them. To work with such a mature group of young men, totally dedicated to going as fast as they could, was indeed a remarkable experience. To “the crew”, thanks for being great to work with—we were a part of a great season that I won’t forget. Also, a special thank-you to Adam Cota, “The Doctor”, for being a superb co-coach. Finally, to B. Carr for giving me the opportunity to work with these guys and providing me with the direction that I needed.

I guess what came after rowing was the teaching, and it’s been a great two years of Humanities, Law and Psychology. I’d like to thanks all my classes, both this year and last, because you guys were all a lot of fun. Thanks for laughing/groaning at my jokes, and producing some excellent ideas. I’d particularly like to thank those students who engaged me in meaningful conversations over my time at Brentwood; I hope that we can continue these in the future…good luck where ever you are next year and the years that follow. Keep in touch.

I would be remiss if I didn’t thank Mr. Ganley (for helping me get out onto the “Left Coast”, and all the advice on how to survive out here), Mr. Yaremchuk (for being a great office-mate), Mr. Snow (for being a great leader in Rogers House), Ms. Mikes (for helping me out with all the stuff not written in the Staff Memos), Ms. Peters (for being a great friend both on and off the floor hockey arena), Mr. Felix (for my time in Whittall House), Mr. Gage (for Basketball advice), Mr. Collis (for the music), and to Mr. Thompson and Ms. McQuire (for allowing me not to miss home too much!). I’m sure there’s more, so thank-you.

As you may or may not know, I am moving back to Toronto (the center of the Universe and home of the Toronto Maple Leafs) to be the Head of the Social Science Department at Greenwood College School. I do hope to be back on the “Left Coast” in the near future. But I am taking home with me great memories of the students that made my classes so memorable, and the good times in Rogers House, as well as contacts of some dear friends that I’ve made along the way.

Garth Nichols


A magnificent seascape initially draws students and staff alike to Brentwood. Yet the ocean is not the magnet of the campus; it is the effect of the dedicated and warm individuals comprising the campus on which the ocean waves lap which draws people back. Kudos to Andy Rodford for his impact on the dynamics of the school by admitting each one of you to Brentwood.

Dance. Pottery. Art history. English. 2-D Art. Tennis. Sculpture. Prop Making. German. Psychology. Squash. Sailing. All these teaching areas and interests ran through my head as part of a fanciful vision upon initially signing my contract. I am pleased to note fancy turned into reality for me. The year offered opportunities to assist with and/or grow in each possibility.

Most of all, I never stopped being impressed by you, the students. Adding human mutterings to majestic cries of eagles, glistening sunrises, sunsets, and seals gliding in gentle waters, you create a happy locus for all of us the minute you tumble through the

Ms. Jessica Boesell

dining room doors in differing stages of wakefulness. Your kindness, humour, hard work and wit has made living on campus unimaginably pleasant and makes it harder to leave. Thank you students, faculty, and staff for welcoming me into your world and helping me feel appreciated and at home on campus.

Fond memories crisply characterise my experience; dancing to ‘French sailor Hip Hop’ and the many laughs we shared in dance classes; seeing talent and effort peak during performances in Victoria and culminate in the powerful, eclectic Evening of Dance; living down defeats and victories in an exciting array of tennis battles (and wars!); noticing anxiety and achievement in Vancouver on Portfolio Day; and witnessing strides and amazing accomplishments by students in tennis, music, athletics, and performances of all varieties. I enjoyed observing progress, successes, and delightful insights during Fine Arts afternoons and taking part in ‘goose bump’ inspiring Art History field trips. I will recollect eerily lifelike, but uniquely expressive, self-portraits adding to school population and patiently administered, strange smelling egg shells in Resilient Rhythms. Some unforgettable Mac House memories include Gingerbread endeavours, Santa Hats and cheerful voices filling the Macaroni Grill, and, of course, the talented and famous singers and crawlers who pulled together for an unforgettable Mackenzie Idol. Thank you for carefully controlled gales of giggles and earnest studying that had me looking forward to library prep, and for making dreaded Saturday night duties enjoyable.

I am grateful to Andrea Pennells for enabling me to see the potential of this year; Lorraine Oxton for the autonomy I’ve enjoyed with my Jazz/Hip Hop class; Geri Leigh for welcoming me into the Brentwood art scene and sharing her classes with me; Rob MacLean for the opportunity to teach and assist whenever possible and the wonderful experiences; Jim Ganley, Gina Sicotte and Joseph Hoh for the opportunity to teach English, Art, and Sculpture; Peggy Elmes for the refreshing person she is, all that she taught me, and her clear ‘baking cookies’ kiln advice; Franco Biondo and Tony Medina for the opportunity to assist with coaching Tennis; John Garvey for his support and humour; Darryl Pavitt and Dewi Griffiths for their inclusiveness and selfless devotion to helping everyone; Carey Desloges for her insightful kindness; the Hardies for being so welcoming and an inspiration to everyone; the ‘caf ladies’ who make every day more pleasant with compassion and unrelenting humour and, of course, with delicious feasts; the switchboard and administration staff who are not only efficient but also lovely individuals; and to all of you who encourage faculty to send their own children here and even students to hope that their children will one day attend BCS. Thank you to the Wednesday night ‘singles’ for good times and to all my dear ‘lunch partners’ and co-workers who shared ideas and kindness in a variety of contexts this year.

I may encounter some of you in the Cowichan library to which I return as a casual librarian before relocating to Vancouver for a year in the Fall, when I will teach English and one section of Drama at Crofton House School.

My parting feelings echo Keane’s observation that everybody is changing; life is change. As I leave here I once again embrace all that is new. I am deeply proud of Brentwood students, so considerate and well-rounded, and know every one will excel and give back through university, traveling, careers, trades, family responsibilities, or other productivity. Regardless of necessary transition, Brentwood continues — enabling us to revisit and relinquish memories and give way to refreshed perspectives.

I look forward to seeing you again on campus or bumping into you outside the Brentwood Bubble.

Jessica Boesel


After writing 30 articles this year, I now find myself writing the most difficult one of all — my closing remarks article which will conclude my year-long spell with 'This Week'. Even turning a topic as mundane and uninteresting as "classroom decor" into a witty and intelligent article came with more ease than this article will. My initial thoughts when I started writing for 'This Week', were simply that it might be fun, and that hopefully it would look good on my university transcript. Since then, my thoughts have developed into seriously considering journalism and publishing as my university major — such was the impact that followed after I joined the team.

When I first joined with the webpage at the beginning of the year, I had a few misgivings after being made to pose for my first picture as a journalist, wearing a not-so-serious looking bowler hat and red bow tie. However, I was able to avenge myself by staging some ridiculous pictures and ordering various staff and students to stand in goofy poses, and I quite
enjoyed myself. Not only did working for the webpage allow me to speak through my pictures and words in whichever way I wanted, it also introduced me to so many people around campus that I may never have met, if it weren't for all the interviews and pictures. I was also fortunate enough to be working alongside a truly fantastic team. Despite their modesty and self-directed jokes about their own articles, I constantly found myself in awe of the literary talent that Jennalee, Berit, Ellen, Syd, Nick and Andrea displayed with such vivacity and humour each and every week. Writing and
formatting my articles side-by-side with them in the library each Tuesday at five minutes to two was truly a pleasure. Reading their articles helped me to further develop my own voice and style of writing.

Finally I would like to thank our editor Mr. Crossley for a) welcoming me onto the webpage team b) putting up with all of us even when we missed our deadlines c) hosting a highly amusing webpage dinner, where we able to wear even more silly hats! and d) for being an excellent and unforgettable mentor to me during my senior year at Brentwood. Good luck to all the future Brentonian journalists, and to those of you who took the time to read our articles,
THANKS, and ciao!

Amy Weinberg (Class of 2005)


I am left with three different Staples notebooks: one red, one green and one a purplish-blue. They are filled cover to cover with scribbled notes, crossings out, highlighted, and connected with various arrows and notations. These are my weekly webpage articles.

I am not very computer literate. I use Word to type assignments, all pre-written, and irregularly check my e-mail. Writing for 'This Week' was a major learning experience and, most likely, a frustrating dissection of formatting and editing for Mr. Crossley, especially in the first few weeks. Still, we persevered together, as I gradually discovered page sizing and the Full_size_pictures folder. Lateness was an obstacle that cropped up throughout the year and I can only thank Mr. Crossley’s infinite patience through field hockey season, around exam time, and those times when I came with math questions instead of article ideas.

The rewarding experience of having an article placed on Brentwood’s website was not, for me, as exhilarating as Mr. Crossley’s quiet words of praise, comments, and the continual reduction in the amount of editing. Tuesday cookie breaks and afternoons spent furiously typing, cropping pictures and formatting along the rest of the Webpage team all trying desperately to meet the 2:00 pm deadline are some of my favourite memories of Fine Arts.
To add to my disorderly collection of filled notebooks, I also have a red binder embossed with a Brentwood seal. Inside, the polished series of my 'This Week' articles bear little resemblance to my notebooks. A transformation owed directly to Mr. Crossley’s hard work.

I suppose the broader purpose of this final article is to reflect on my year. My reflections, however, are already chronicled in each and every article. They became, unknown to me, a diary of my thoughts and memories of Grade 11. From my field hockey first term, to adventures in Outdoor Pursuits second term, to my third and final term of finding out how to deal with the loss of my Grade 12 friends, the girls I have known since Day 1 at Brentwood, and morphing into a new Grade 12, a member of the Class of 2006, the webpage has given me a creative outlet.
To Mr. Crossley: ¡Gracias! Siempre, recordare la Pagina de Web. ¡Ten una vacacion de verano bueno!

Andrea Norlund (Class of 2006)


In writing this ‘ditty,’ I am pleased to release ten months of withholding the ‘I’ voice. As writers, I think that all of this year’s web journalists tried to write their articles from a broader perspective than their own, as to make it more applicable to each and every reader. Knowing that your peers could possibly read your three hundred-word stint on hair styles or your house-parents lost cat is slightly harrowing. Scrounging up words, phrases, sentences, anything interesting that would make parents and students want to read the webpage is exhausting. With each article I would worry that I was limiting myself to the opinions and pictures of my friends and housemates, and about the unintentional exclusion of those forever hidden in their dorms.

'This Week', meaning every week, brought new experiences and challenges, be it learning new words that entail fun or hunting down people you’ve never spoken to before. At the oddest moment I would

Jennalee Desjardins, Ellen Kutscher, Berit Anderson, Amy Weinberg, and Sydney Black

realise that, although I had submitted my work for this week, another deadline loomed over the horizon. Trying to catch the better articles, covering events, caused me to plan ahead like I never had before. I learned the hard way that unless you claim the story, it’ll be snatched up by someone more organised than you.

Thanks to my fellow journalists who giggled beside me on Tuesdays at our obvious procrastination tactics and quirky subject matter. A big thank you to a man whose notable ability to corner me in the caf was impeccable. And to those who gave me last minute inspiration, and even those who offered to write my articles for me, thanks a bundle and good luck with next year.

Jennalee Desjardins (Class of 2005)


I was trying to decide how I would evaluate the experience of being a part of the Webpage team. I guess most people would say if you leave something having all your hopes and expectations fulfilled, then you’ve come out pretty good. I didn’t really know what I was expecting to get out of being on the Webpage team though, or why I really joined. Maybe I wanted to see if my dream of being a journalist was as ridiculous as my childhood dream of being the person who says “and now our feature presentation” in the Disney movies. Maybe it was partly because I wanted to keep writing. Maybe I thought I could use my media access as social currency and keep my finger on the rapid pulse of Brentwood life. Ok, so mostly I wanted a fine art credit without an hour long fine art block commitment. I certainly got that, so I guess I came out on top.

There’s more to it than that though, I think.

Did I have fun? Well not always. When those Tuesday afternoons came around and I met up with my fellow photojournalist for what became almost a ritual congregation, I could not always keep my cool as well as those on either side of me as I frantically cut and pasted everything into place for the 2:00 pm deadline. Each week was a bit like Russian Roulette; was this the week I would get to do a fun juicy story on ice addiction or would I be scrambling around during my very convenient 5th block spare on Tuesday taking pictures of chairs? But when we got together, when I wasn’t gnawing the bullet or nuzzling the grindstone, I had fun.

Did I learn a lot? Well I can maneuver a digital camera and put together a decent webpage. I still don’t know how Jenn got all her stories in so early or where Ellen got her inspiration, though. Maybe I need another year of practice. Just joking, Mr. Crossley; I only do cameos from here on in.

Did it lead me somewhere useful? This is where I turn sincere and sentimental; my experience with the Webpage made journalism a reality for me. I was accepted to one of the most exclusive journalism programs in North America with a scholarship, and granted a deferral so that next year I can attend at Herstmonceaux castle in East Sussex and gather some stories and inspiration. Thanks to Mr. Crossley for giving me that opportunity.

So whether it excites, frightens, or nauseates you, you haven’t heard the last of me. Keep reading next year, despite my absence, and have a great summer.

Sydney Black (Class of 2005)


It is with more fond memories than I can remember that I say goodbye to Brentwood and writing for its excellent on-line weekly account. Today I finished my last exam, the last one possible – four days after Awards Day – and rather than feeling completely elated, I shed not a few tears while saying goodbye to the last friends slowly trickling off campus. Sitting on the plaza lost in nostalgia, thinking about the years gone, I realised that I had four minutes until my bus left for the Victoria Clipper, marking the last time I would leave as a student.

My three years at Brentwood have been filled with meeting amazing people and I think all of us leave a better person because of our friends, teachers, coaches and all the others we met along the way. Thank you to everyone who made it a phenomenal experience for me in every way. Writing for ‘This Week at Brentwood’ has been so much fun…wandering around with a bulky camera around my neck and desperately typing up my story 15 minutes past the deadline every week was all part of the experience; but all my inspiration for stories came from my fellow students and teachers and documenting all that I did was a pleasure. Thank you so much Mr. Crossley for all your patience with my procrastination and lack of editing and good luck to next year’s photojournalists.

Ellen Kutscher (Class of 2005)


Chronicling the life and times of this dynamic metropolis may be time-consuming, pressured, but never boring. The many hours spent assigning stories, chasing tardy contributors, processing images, breaking hearts with heavy-handed use of the editor's pencil, and the never-ending search for new ideas gives one a unique perspective on the thriving, absorbing, all-consuming maelstrom of student energy that is campus life.

I would like to thank all the contributors to this year's edition and all those who provided feedback with a view to improving our 'product'.

The published format of this page will change in September, to conform with the school's new design theme. The name of this page will change from 'This Week' to 'Our Week' to help alleviate confusion as to the definition of 'This..'.

Until September,

Tony Crossley


Future presentations:

July 8 7:30 p.m.

Pacific Institute of Piping and Celtic Performing Arts Concert

www.celticperformingarts.com, 250-758-0208, 1-866-301-2358

July 13   Gala Opening - bard&brentwood "As You Like It"
July 14-16   As You Like It
July 21-23   As You Like It

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