“I want to be an adult.” This is what I said when I was a kid.

“I want to be a kid.” This is what I’m saying now.

When I was a kid, I really wanted to grow faster to become an adult, because you can do more things than a kid. Your parents are your model, you want to be like them in the future. You don’t have your own thoughts, what you want is to follow your parents’ shadow; as time goes by, their shadow will leave far away from you. You have your own opening and thoughts.

Right now, I really want to turn back to become a kid again, because you can do more things than an adult. More freedom and no pressure. Dreaming about your parents and your future job, no pain at all. Didn’t have to make things hard for  yourself. Didn’t  have to choose between anything. Didn’t have to cry by yourself at night and wet your pillow. Your have your own freedom and thought.

By Rocky Cheung

The Real You


            When you’re ready to wake up you’re going to wake up and if you’re not ready then you’re going to stay, pretending ‘oh poor little me.’ But there comes a time in every person’s life when you do finally wake up. You often tease yourself with some kind of flirtation with waking up and so you never actually completely envelop it. Sometimes you stray away from it, holding yourself to the past. Holding yourself to death. Like you aren’t part of the bigger picture of the universe. When you see that in the way of waking up; what you do is something that the whole universe is doing here and now. You are something that the whole universe is doing in the same way, a wave is something that the whole ocean is doing. We are all remnants of the big bang, we are all grains of sand to the infinite landscape of the cosmos. In the same way our star is part of a galaxy of other stars. The real you is not a puppet which life pushes around. The real deep down you is the whole universe.

So, it goes to show that when you die, it isn’t just a the fatal ending of everlasting non-existence. The world will still be here whether humans go extinct or not. Try and imagine going to sleep and never waking up. Death can be like our final sleep, yet it is similar to our first wake. That is when you were born. And when you are born you are put into a state of existence with all this strange and weird stuff happening. But you isolate yourself from all others. And so you define your own individuality, which is important, but you also fail to realize that all people are you. Only because you experience it one at a time. You are part of existence which makes you part of everything else, like a single grass thread to a forest. This shows that, almost without effort, you immediately know how to breathe, recognize your mother’s face, and you understand how to feel, cry, and whine.  All of this knowledge is gained immediately. Doesn’t it really astonish you that you are this fantastically complex thing, and that you’re doing all of this and you didn’t have any education on how to do it? We are not all separate individuals, we are the whole universe just scattered about. But if everything were once again in unity then we may even come to comprehend the meaning of god. However, with all the hatred and discrimination in the world, we become further apart. Spreading further and further into a world of loneliness. And then this is where all the pain in the world comes from. It is from the fact that we all see ourselves as superior and apart rather than one infinite race. Our hate is causing our own extinction and we will be left with nothing until we find love within our own hearts.


–Connor Mullin

Round Midnight

Calm breezy night. Small alleyways lit by lamp posts reveal a stray black cat. It spots me, stares for a brief moment, then continues on its way like nothing had ever happened. But during this so short-lived moment, I felt something I’d never felt before in a dark, shady alleyway in the middle of a suburban town full of bright neon signs and alcoholics passed out on the curb. It was the feeling of warmth, that which one feels on a snowy day, curled up by the fireplace with freshly made hot chocolate and fuzzy slippers. The warmth emanating from the cat faded, but I continued to smile. I found a friend in this old rundown place, or at least the comfort that comes with one; but it was brief. As I pondered, observing the bright lights beneath an endless sky glittered with more lights, I came to a realisation. All that is bright and alluring is not always what it’s built up to be, while feelings of warmth, peace, and happiness can come from the most unexpected places.

Ryan Ly

A Second Home Gone Unnoticed

By Shelbylynn Willson, June 2016

When you think community, what comes to your mind? Mr. Despotakis states that a school community is “about the students, the environment, what happens in the school, and intriguing students to want to try.”

What is a community? A group of people living in the same place or having a particular characteristic in common. It’s also a feeling of fellowship with others, as a result of sharing common attitudes, interests and goals.

A good community means membership. This means everyone is welcomed and should see the same options as others, no one should feel lower than another, nor should some feel on top.

School provides equality, and equity. Influence, integration and fulfilment of needs are provided by participants such as teachers, who don’t necessarily have a say in defining the school as a community. Mr Despotakis, a former teacher, has seen what it’s like to see a school as a community from a teacher’s point of view, as well as a vice principal’s. A teacher’s role is primarily to teach; to be able to hold the answers to questions asked by the young people they’re trying to mould into better, kinder, smart young adults.

“As a vice principal now, I’m able to see the school from the office view, which is a greater view, I get to see the little things in our school, the social separation, the kindness coming from simple individual acts.” It’s a whole new show from up there, where it’s easy to spot change, it’s easy to spot what’s needed to change, and the ways to approach this.

Can we become more of a community? In fact, this year at Brookswood Secondary, a committee meeting was held in regards to the next school year; we’ll notice new key words around the environment, so expectations may be high.

I’m only one person, brought onto this planet about seventeen years ago; I was put into the system at about age four, never prepared, nor did I ever practice to be a friend to these other wondering minds. I felt stupid. I woke up to my older brother, who started school four years before me, not only putting on his shoes for school but also his armour for he was going to need a lot of it everyday. For some reason these kids figured it was their place to taunt, make fun of and pick on my dream of a brother. They were picking on my everything that I looked up to. Every weekday morning around eight I’d see this, until I felt it for myself on the last day of my innocence. What would the others think of me?

When is it time to take action on an issue? Mr Despotakis states that “The most important factor would be to make sure it’s functional for safety, to be a safe and suitable environment for the minds and bodies of our school.”

Although the school’s website may seem too picture-perfect, Bobcats Den is a good source to view if you want to see how our school really is, on the inside and the outside, during and after hours. Mr. Despotakis finds that the school website is a great way to represent our school as a community. Bobcats Den is run by Principal Moino, who goes around the school weekly and will snap photos, capturing laughing faces, and hard work in the process. He’ll capture images of a community, for which we have ourselves to thank. We must also be mindful of the school agenda, and the information that goes unread. The school dress code, the bell schedules, dates of certain events and a lot more are all found within the first twenty pages.

Your education is something you can build on or fight towards. A good attitude can build a greater community. We’ve been together since 1973, as an apparent community. Each new generation adding to the last, adding to Brookswood as a community, going forward with their young lives, curiously living as much as they can yet still surviving. School’s the first peek at a community that we ever see, the first glimpse into other lives besides our own families. Realizing the many opportunities that can potentially await you, depending on how you treat your days and self. Searching the world for your kind of right. Before an individual leaves their school life behind, that school life has shaped them in one way or another, whether it be by the people they surrounded themselves with or the way school treated them. A life in high school is finished in four years, and depending on how you treat yourself, the school and the people in it, it’s providing an image for not only you, but for everyone in that school. You get a sense of the entire building, all the souls present, not just in one class.

From the time we are five years old, we’re almost suffocated by other clueless kids; now taking part in this learning environment. We’re taught to sit, stay quiet, to not be mean, and to put our garbage and recyclables in the appropriate places. To respect the school, and treat it as our own. We’re able to see the flaws in our actions, we’re wise enough to know better and we’re kind and generous enough to want to change. But are we still selfish? To have even known our behaviour wasn’t our greatest? Or are we only selfish if we don’t try to change?

It should be that simple; according to some though, it’s not. We go to a place where some are pushed home long enough to miss out on their education simply because kids who aren’t thinking of others, but only of themselves, are making an uncomfortable, pressuring, even taunting environment. They’ll be so fearful of the world, of other people, all because of some immature kids who were trying to act cool.

Are we that uncaring?

School acts as our first real glimpse into the “real” world. These are the years we meet people, potential friends, some like us, others not quite. We’re placed into an environment, and we’re told to be kind and gentle towards it. Is this environment my school, or my second home? I remember in elementary school, all of my friends, myself included, would go down to the resource room to get a pre-made lunch. We weren’t greedy kids; we felt comfort in knowing we had that reliable source of food at school when home was just too much. If this isn’t your second home, does that give it any less of a reason to be a second home to anyone else? Or even for a vast majority of kids who go to public school? Let’s be real, neither you, nor I will ever know the answer completely; we’ll never be able to read the other minds, or know how someone else feels. I wish I could ask every single person who they really are, just to know, but even that would be pointless. There’s no reasoning behind why people can’t be generous and kind. For instance, no one in the right mind would walk into someone else’s home and begin to litter, use inappropriate language, disrespect all the work put in by a family who worked hard to build that home, just like it takes years to build a community. I say asking would be pointless mainly because we shouldn’t have to know how others feel, we should have the logic, the brains to realize “Oh, maybe I’m a beneficiary of other people’s needs.”

The possibilities are endless when it comes to thinking of reasons as to why some people might look at school as their first home; and every single one of those reasons is a reasonable explanation as to why we should try harder as a community. The students of our school are the community of Brookswood; the teachers also reflect an image. When it comes to disrespecting the school, punishment is not looked at lightly. To strive for an image, you must have everyone on board. A fight with two participating bodies will lead to an automatic suspension, you may also need to talk to a counsellor. If the situation involves drugs, recreational or abusing of any kind, you’ll be asked to go to another school where this is treated more seriously.

It all comes down to how we, as individuals, treat our grounds. A lunch hour at Brookswood is always different depending on who’s in a good mood that day, who decides to clean up after themselves. Thankfully, most days it’s good, we have caring minds walking our schools, supporting it and bringing it to a higher community level. The janitors of Brookswood should be applauded for their hard work keeping up with cleaning up after our messes. Talking about being more green can also benefit our school significantly. Being green shows the reality of a “bad environment” and in this environment, are garbage-leaving humans, unaware that their actions are only destroying the community around them.

Simple actions can turn into habits; and if that action includes you walking to the trash can instead of you trying to toss it in, missing and leaving it on the ground for others to see, then you’ve already helped out a ton. The act of complimenting another person makes them happy, and happiness is contagious. What’s there to lose? We’re in here for the next four years, we might as well take care of it.