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| Week 7: 10th November 2004 | Next
Edition: Wednesday 17th November |
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This
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Entrepreneurial Competition |
Blake Gage Jennalee Desjardins Sydney Black Jennalee Desjardins Jennalee Desjardins Amy Weinberg Katherine Mikes Ellen Kutscher Nick Chesterley |
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| Taryn Bodrug, Tommy Hyde, Johannes Buchling, and Derek King | Considering
the presentation: Judges Clyde Ogilvie, Al Lorimar, Ted Mills, and Kelly
Ainley. |
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Houseparent Mr. Dave McCarthy has high hopes; he has imported the English pastime of ‘conkers’ and hopes to get it started in Ellis house. “Conkers?” you say. Yes, conkers…. Let the enlightenment begin… It begins in autumn, when horse chestnuts plummet to the ground. The pure genius of this game is overwhelming. Now, calling it a game does not mean that conkers should be taken lightly. On the contrary, it is a way of life. It begins with the drilling of a hole through the chestnut and attaching a string. If you do not find the ultimate fighting chestnut initially there are methods of… improving its strength. Baking and pickling the conkers are the most popular methods in the winner’s circles. To play, you and your opponent must stand opposite each other and intimidate the other with menacing glares. Player one holds their conker out in front of them, while player two bashes (or bonks) it from above with their conker. The winner is the one with their chestnut intact. You achieve your title based on how many other conkers you have demolished. A conker that has three victories is designated as a three-er. If that conker defeats an almighty six-er, for example, then the former graduates to the awesome title of nine-er. This game is only for the physically strong and mentally aggressive. When approached for pictures, the Ellis boys blatantly responded that their were no conkers left to be found, they had all been smashed to smithereens. Story
by:
Jennalee Desjardins (Grade 11) |
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![]() Ellis House conkers collective |
![]() Ellen Kutscher braves the elements |
Monday morning this week dawned grey and gloomy with cold, pea-soup fog as far as the eye could see (which, obviously, was not very far!). Our cozy little campus was shrouded in the bedclothes of winter, an outfit it is likely to wear for the next five months or so. Trudging to breakfast at the cafeteria through the frost-tipped grass and far too often drizzling rain will become a regular and dreaded event in every student’s morning, and kilts will be less than blessed by many for their wonderful capability of conserving warmth. With the arrival of this new frigid tenant to our campus comes the inevitable companion of the winter doldrums. When wishes for a snug bed and a warm fire are replaced by the harsh reality of first block math, it is hard not the feel the weight of the winter weather. This same guest, however, comes bearing her own unique gifts, and expectations of snow days and skiing. The hot chocolate machine will step up to the new levels of use and appreciation of the days of clear blue skies and sunshine will be welcomed by all when they return. |
| The lower temperatures have brought an end to the care-free days of pick-up soccer games and long afternoons in the quad, and Brentwood social life is struggling with the shift indoors. With common rooms taboo for the opposite sex until after five, our student body is faced with a dilemma.The outdoors has definitely lost much of its appeal, but all too necessary, and all too rare, social time cannot be sacrificed. When countless students are feeling the damping effects of daily rain, the emotional support of close campus friendships is more valued then ever. Trips to the local Cafe Rusticana for coffee become a favourite activity on sodden afternoons, and groups of friends can be found all over campus, braving the elements and generally forgetting about constant grey as they get lost in each other's company. So while the sun may have departed for the time being, she will be back. The grey skies do not bring with them lethargy, and the pace of the year is as fast as ever. Don’t allow the sleepy |
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mornings to carry on to class, because teachers, surprisingly, don’t accept ‘winter doldrums’ as an excuse for not doing any work whatsoever. With our next break only five weeks away (and counting), is there honestly any better way to spend the plethora of rainy days than snuggling up with a nice essay or math worksheet? Honestly? Story and Pictures by: Sydney Black (Grade 12) |
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Saturday night’s alright for dancing, and dance everyone did. Last Saturday night, students flocked from near and far, from Ellis to Gwynneth to boogie the night away. Any hesitancy or awkward feelings evaporated at the door as students clambered to the center of the dance floor. Hours before the dance even began, girls began the intense preparations of what many deem to be the most outrageous ensemble night of the year! Each student trying to outdo the other, all fighting for the ultimate in costumes.The best costumes, of course, are the ones that stand the test of time. Knowing this, most students chose the simple repetitive costumes: the nerd, the hippie, the cowboy, the rock-star. Each tastefully selected, but none straying too far from the typical student wardrobe. Instead, many |
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chose to go with the 'retro' theme and dressed to different time periods. There were go-go and disco dancers mingling with the poodle skirts and spandex. Though the majority chose the easy costumes, those special few stood out and received many a compliment. Kudos, especially to our very own wheel-chair break dancer. As for the dancing, many were exhausted and sore the next morning in their attempts to keep up with the 70’s rock music. Everyone was bee-boppin', jivin', rockin' and twistin' to the energetic beat. The live band was a welcome change from the norm, and a surprising number of students sang along with many of the songs. Walking around the ‘haunted’ auditorium, one would never have guessed that the event took place in the 21st century. Everyone was transported back to a time of retro rock’n’roll. Story and photos by: Jennalee Desjardins (Grade 12) |
![]() Elise Richardson takes a time out |
![]() Mr. Rodford and Mrs. Pennells take a timeout from supervising |
![]() Stephanie McClellan as Michael Jackson |
![]() Rebecca Faris dressed as our very own Mrs. Pennells, shaking hands with Jillian Stothart, the magic eight ball. |
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Many students were surprised Saturday evening to find a barbeque dinner waiting for them, as a pleasant interruption to the gruelling Halloween dance. After the live band announced that there was food waiting to be eaten, there was a mad dash towards the exits. Students bolted to be first in line for hot hamburgers and hotdogs. They were served by many familiar faces, all local parents just doing a good deed. And no good deed goes overlooked, so on behalf of all the hungry teenagers fed…. THANK YOU! Right: Soup kitchen specialists Peter Sage, Adria Hahn, and Judy Kosa Story and photos by: Jennalee Desjardins (Grade 12) |
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Stephanie
Gatzionis and
Katie Jackman questioning the next four years, Marg
Thompson reading up on John Kerry, and Time Canada's front cover
for its November 15th issue |
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Though some people when confronted with a stormy morning might simply roll over and stay in bed for a few extra minutes, there is a stalwart few who do not. These individuals awaken before the rest of the school, put on warm clothing, and prepare to go rowing, whatever the weather. For those of you who enjoy warmth and comfort, you might be pleased to know on the truly stormy mornings, rowers are given the choice to erg instead: believe the rowers when they say this is not a viable option. As happened last weekend at six in the morning, confronted by rough weather, rowers suffered together, locked indoors by the elements. Over the last weekend, rowers at Brentwood had a chance to meet more of their kind: Green Lake, a Seattle rowing club, sent up two eights to compete against their Brentwood counterparts. For two days, the crews would train together, carefully examining the other for weakness. One practice, that fateful Saturday morning, was canceled due to rough weather: the others continued undeterred. However, one Green Lake rower managed to outwit the combined might of Brentwood and Green Lake’s coaches: having contacted the flu, he managed to avoid any rowing that Saturday. The other rowers were immediately confronted with a problem: was that a trade they were willing to make? Despite their half-shut eyes, it seemed that most decided that even arising early was preferable — physical fatigue was better than physical sickness. On the final day, Sunday morning, the crews raced, each trying to surpass the other. All four pieces of one thousand meters were closely fought, with both Green Lake and Brentwood crews victorious part of the time. Though not ultimately victorious, the Brentwood Junior boys fought fiercely against the other Senior crews, holding their own with great determination. All crews trained and competed hard, and will soon begin to compete in actual regattas. Indeed, the rematch between the crews will come at Green Lake’s own Frostbite regatta, named for the wonderful temperatures Seattle has to offer during the winter. Best of luck to all the crews! Story and Picture by: Nick Chesterley (Grade 11) |
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