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Showing posts with label grad. Show all posts
Showing posts with label grad. Show all posts
December 16, 2008
November 14, 2008
July 1, 2008
Grad 2008 [J. Kung]
*For access to photos and videos, click on images in this article!
For only the second time in Delview's history, students walked out of our school as Graduates, young men and women, ready to take on the world. Graduating is quite an accomplishment at any school, but doing so under the conditions of construction and reconfiguration... well let's just say - HATS OFF TO YOU (note: the "no hat" rule is still firmly in place)!
As you will see in the photos and videos (click: photos1 / photos2), the evening began with the second annual "Parade of the Graduates" which got the crowd of dedicated parents, friends, relatives, and
total strangers roaring with applause. Inside, scholarships and certificates were handed out. It all ended in traditional fashion with the "throwing of the caps" (see the video) which came just after our Valedictorian's (Rummy M.) speech.
"We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time."
T. S. Eliot
***Thanks to the Commencement Committee for organizing another amazing celebration of our grads. Thanks so much to Rahmath K. and Alia A. for spending almost 25 hours on scanning and putting together baby, grade 8, and grad photos as a backdrop for our graduates walking across the stage to receive their certificates. This went unmentioned in the credits of the program (which wrongly attributed the slide presentation to one Mr. Kung).
Finally, a warm congratulations and thank you to one of our graduates, Webmaster Edwin who made this website what it is today. You will be missed!
May 7, 2008
The Wake-Up Call of My Life [N. Dutt]
Up until April the 7th of this year, to some extent, I felt quite carefree. After my third attempt, I had finally earned my novice-stage driving license. I was filled with some of the self-confidence that had withered away over the past year through mediocre grades, failed crushes and employment hardships. I now felt a sense of belonging with the rest of my graduating class, especially my friends who had their own N licenses, the pleasure of being able to take care of myself (as well as the occasional passenger) on the road, and the glory of being complimented by everyone I knew about my newfound independence. However, I received a very loud wake-up call the day that Kevin Brooks wheeled his way into the Delview gymnasium.
Kevin began his presentation by asking the question of who amongst the students in attendance could drive, a question which had me raising my hand with pride and eagerness. Kevin then spoke with a very upbeat tone in his voice, a tone that had me listening very attentively, talking about his very exciting and adventurous high school years. While there were elements of his life I desired to have in my own, including his athletic ability and his social skills, there were other aspects of it that I felt fortunate not to be carrying with me, such as his struggle to pass every course in school and his nature to take unnecessary risks. I wasn't sure why he was so quick to reveal the wild, ruthless side of his life (or why he was smiling so much while doing it), but as the presentation was inching to its peak, it was becoming more and more obvious why he did so.
After working up our emotions a few times, a guilt-ridden Kevin finally revealed the gory and heartbreaking details of his alcohol-induced accident and the aftermath that followed. He even went so far as to show us the scars of the accident and the hospital treatment that saved his life. I have had only a few horrifying nightmares in my life, but when compared to Kevin's factual experience, my nightmares resembled heaven. However, Kevin's worst scars weren't the ones he carried on his wheelchair-bound frame; his worst ones were those he carried in his mind. The loss of his ability to walk (let alone participate in another sport), his innocence in the eyes of the law, and his childhood friend left me in a state of sympathy and reflection.
When I walked out the gym that day, I thought of his description of the situation with his little sister (who were 12 years apart in age) and how miserable they both were thanks to his paralysis. I thought of my little sister, whom I share a 10-year difference in age with, as well as the activities we could never do if I too ended up a victim of making bad choices. I also began to think of other things I could never do if I made the choice to drive drunk, including playing rugby, finding the career and the woman of my dreams or even breathing, eating, and (as Kevin put it) wiggling my toes. Despite the fact that I do not like the taste of alcohol and still believe that I will never receive a DUI charge, Kevin's appearance was just a stern reminder to me that making poor decisions with any risky situation in life will not only scar me, but everyone I know and love.
Kevin began his presentation by asking the question of who amongst the students in attendance could drive, a question which had me raising my hand with pride and eagerness. Kevin then spoke with a very upbeat tone in his voice, a tone that had me listening very attentively, talking about his very exciting and adventurous high school years. While there were elements of his life I desired to have in my own, including his athletic ability and his social skills, there were other aspects of it that I felt fortunate not to be carrying with me, such as his struggle to pass every course in school and his nature to take unnecessary risks. I wasn't sure why he was so quick to reveal the wild, ruthless side of his life (or why he was smiling so much while doing it), but as the presentation was inching to its peak, it was becoming more and more obvious why he did so.
After working up our emotions a few times, a guilt-ridden Kevin finally revealed the gory and heartbreaking details of his alcohol-induced accident and the aftermath that followed. He even went so far as to show us the scars of the accident and the hospital treatment that saved his life. I have had only a few horrifying nightmares in my life, but when compared to Kevin's factual experience, my nightmares resembled heaven. However, Kevin's worst scars weren't the ones he carried on his wheelchair-bound frame; his worst ones were those he carried in his mind. The loss of his ability to walk (let alone participate in another sport), his innocence in the eyes of the law, and his childhood friend left me in a state of sympathy and reflection.
When I walked out the gym that day, I thought of his description of the situation with his little sister (who were 12 years apart in age) and how miserable they both were thanks to his paralysis. I thought of my little sister, whom I share a 10-year difference in age with, as well as the activities we could never do if I too ended up a victim of making bad choices. I also began to think of other things I could never do if I made the choice to drive drunk, including playing rugby, finding the career and the woman of my dreams or even breathing, eating, and (as Kevin put it) wiggling my toes. Despite the fact that I do not like the taste of alcohol and still believe that I will never receive a DUI charge, Kevin's appearance was just a stern reminder to me that making poor decisions with any risky situation in life will not only scar me, but everyone I know and love.
February 20, 2008
May 25, 2005
Our Last Grade 10 Event - May 25, 2005
This was one of our final Grade 10 Events ever before becoming a full 8-12 Secondary School.
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