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--·--....... ,_ ------... -...-r,~-.._ .~ .......... . ~-··'\..--··' . '\__ _ _ _____, ~- .. :. --. . . . , . ., .__ ..,. ___....,  . ~·· .. \ ... , . -·• ----------·-. .... ...--,........-...--·, '--···-"-· .. Off The Wall* Writings from the Carnegie Adult Learning Centre *Off the wall: a phrase that means a little crazy,outrageous,someting said or done out of context. also , submissions are made to this magazine by pinning them on a wal in Carnegie's Learning Centre. When it is time to publish a new issue, those submissions are taken "off the wall". You've now got issue #5 of Off The Wall -- finally! Sorry for the delay but funding has been difficult to get hold of. We're working on a few fundraising ideas so hopefully we won't have this problem again. A special thanks to the Carnegie Community Centre Association for their financial support to get this issue out. We're very excited about Issue #5 because it has the most leam~r and tutor input ever. Staff involvement in production was almost zero. Congrats to all those involved. It's becoming an Off The Wall tradition to use the same editing guidelines as before -- so through-out the magazine you might find unusual grammatical structure or "errors". We chose to leave these intact because we believe that this better reflects the authentic voices of the individual writ-ers. Off The Wall is published by the Carnegie Adult Learning Centre. This issue consisted of 1000 copies. Please direct enquiries about subscriptions or contributions to Off The Wall, c/o Carnegie Adult learning Centre, 401 Main Street, Vancouver, BC, V6A 2T7. Phone: (604) 665-3013. Fax : (604) 684-8442. The poems throughout this magazine written in the following format were written during a Gram-mar Can Be Fun class: Enjoy!! The Editorial Committee Noun Adjective Adjective Verb Verb Verb Phrase about the noun Noun (Synonym of 1st line) 3 Windy Havens Chery 1 Pelkey Izzy Sumner Cyril E. Lewis Michelle Lebeau Shennon S. Kenny s.u. V. Vu Angelique Kambeitz Kitty Lam Anne Ping He Harvey Ducedre Anita Mak Larry Christine Billy 4 Contents Art ... from the heart Autobiography ... our own histories A Day in the Life ... writings about every day experiences Education .. .learning at Carnegie, and other places Grammar Can Be Fun ... writings from an ESL class at Carnegie Homefires ... stories from home Mother Nature's Problems ... about everybody's home Soapbox . .. opinions, opinions Streets ... scenes from our neighbourhood Contributors Mandy Lui Albert Anthony Pauline Robinson W. Pedersen Eduardo Paniagva Julia Chen C. Woodrow Heather Brisebois Mandy Wong Alex Mok Susan Wu Mary Gu Kay Cheung Chzu Yee Wong Joyce Ma Maggie Chunyan Jiang Tsang (John) Lam Kathy Zhang ~AYe. Ali Faraj Voronin Slava Yuet-Fong Lee Linda Shearsmith Kristy Tam Sophia Yeh Dora Sanders Taum D. Yan Fen Liu Virginia Jung Gail L. Harwood R.D. Ahlgren A. Richard Debney Y oshikatsu Shimokado Stephanie Blais Steve Rose Steve L. Bobbie Sioux Bear • Off the Wall One Blade of Grass If I am a fragrant flower high in the tree, if I am a blade of grass nobody knows, I am not afraid ofblowing wind, I will grow strong in sunshine and rain. Eva Poem Painting #1 My thought-aches waiting, all is there, where upward curves up mounds around, where sentinels over fire listen to the night, I look straight into the blue-black light. And welcome woodland sentinels. Tremble past sent you my paint, bring on wind four ways, four feathers, footprints drawn . as curves in sand long trip holding us in time. We welcome woodland sentinels. Held in rock cradle ragged edges spill, strong, tough, steady clouds splash and roll, palms push upward through misty, blanket fog for fii;-e, pulsing flame receiving you, my friend. Under woodland se~tinels, all is one. Windy Havens Off the Wall Emotional Spirits Some days you feel sad, sometimes you feel lonely and sometimes you feel happy Fear the spirit hidden inside Passing through me like a. cool wind, Refreshing me. A spirit is like a rock. Sometimes it moves, Sometimes it doesn't. . The spirits are made in water. Like a spark, igniting my mind, my heart. I like to laugh; it makes me happy, it makes you feel good all over and you have a great sensation. The spirt of the winq flows through me; now I'm free . Cheryl Pelkey, Izzy Sumner, Cyril E. Lewis , Michelle Lebeau Solitary Feeling frustration. Feeling anger, losing sanity, crying alone . · So much preasure, such little hope~ Never any pleasure, except the DOPE. The door slams shut, once again. Life is not worth · living all alone . I try to phone, to release my sadness, but they stand in my way. I scream fury, my head gets hot. They don't listen, they would rather not. Fifteen days ain't so bad, although in thirty days I'll be· glad. This taught me a lesson I now know. Instead of crime. I'll work, and I won't have to do the time. So I'll lay back my pencil, sit back and think, remembering when I was a kid. I'U smile for a moment, maybe for a while. When I'm out, I'll live my life in style. To those 6 who are free please take it from me. If I could go back I'd be able to see.' The lights will go out, and it will be dark. I'll close my eyes and hope for the best, put my mind to rest. But tomorrow will come and I'll be· here , in a LIVING HELL FILLED WITH FEAR!!! Shennon S. Confinement Trapped in a cage feeling nothing but frustration, confusion and rage . · Losing my mind day after day lost touch with Cheryl Pelkey reality · is this really me. . .· Nobody cares nobody knows the pain inside that I hold. Going crazy, this mu~t be hell, you say you're in pain; they say 'oh well'. I feel remorse , I feel regret for the things I did. I meant well but I did wrong, for life I long. To the day of death I'll still be here, . staring in the mirror, brushing aside a tear! Shennon S. Feel_ings Why does a person feel so good some-times, they are feeling on top of the world. Off the Wall . Someone can come along and make you angry, You break down and cry, or you. feel angry For what they have done to you to make, you feel that way. · Maybe it's because you have so much anger, inside you, and don't let it out, it explodes like lava, and when you do let . it out, you tell that person exactly what you· feel, and say terrible things to them theq you feel worse than you did before. But I guess it is good to let it out, or maybe it's best that you have a, close friend that will listen and may, understand. Or just give you some good, advice or ideas, and build up your confi-dence. Izzy Sumner . Izzy Sumner I Wish I wish the life is so tender, I would live forever. I wish the future is so wonder I would hope for future I wish. the time goes slower I would stay young for next year I wish the money grow on my garden I would spend them for long year. I wish the education is not necesary I would not go to school to waste time. I wish there has no book been written I would not read any book to lose my time. Kenny The Qu~st To the flight of eternity is through the door of reality, which begins the quest of life. To which the end is the beginning for us all. s.u. A Story of the Heart or a Story of Love. In ancient times, if people heard words of Jove like, "I dedicate myself to you with all my heart", or these verses of a poet, "Even though the river is dried up, or the stone is worn down, my heart is always with you", they only thought that those lovely sayings were said when they e~pressed their deep love . . Nowadays these sayings have become a com-plete reality. Many years ago, if a heart is damaged by a virus or for any other reason, the patient was 7 Off the Wall only waiting for death. Nowadays medical science can take away the damaged heart and replace i_t with another one of a recent dead person. The heart of a person. to be used, some-times because of an accident, is taken out of the body_ by a physician, and it is carefully conserved in a salty solution having a cold temperature, about four degrees Celsius. It is quickly brought to a hospi~ within six hours where. a patient has been waiting for a heart. The affected heart is taken out and is replaced by the donor's heart. Ten years ago 80 % of the persons with heart transplants died within one year; at the present tin:ie, a patient can live at least five years. In 1987, there were 1400 transplant operations. A wonderful, very moving true story of a heart traqsplant happened in a California hospital in 1986. A fifteen year old student named Felipe Gorza had had a girl-friend, Donna Ashlock, since his childhood. In 1985, Donna's physi-cian discovered that a virus was destroying her heart. So she was going to die slowly because her heart was becorning weak and was beatipg irregularly. Felipe was informed the unique hope of survival of Donna was a transplanted heart. He felt he had some premonition. He said to his parents in December, 1985 that if he " died before Donna, he hoped his heart would be _dedicated to his lovely sweetheart. On the fourth of December 1986, Felipe got up. He felt a terrible headache, became unconscious and passed away at night because of a stroke. His parents respected his wish. A transplanting of his heart occurred and was achieved at San Francisco Pacific Presbyterian Cen-tre. So Felipe's transplanted heart was 8 given to Donna and could save her life. Felipe passed away, but his heart was still beating in the breast of his sweetheart. The body died, but the symbol of the soul, of love was still alive and continued to beat. And Donna always felt that the heart of her lovely boyfriend was inside her. Felipe's heart kept beating. Donna lived on. It was certain she loved him deeply and felr most grateful to him . It is regrettable that on this earth, nothing can last or exist forever. The most wonderful and touching story of love in the world also drew to a close. Donna passed away during a nap on the 7th. of March, 1989 at her house in Patterson, California after surviving the opera-tion for three years and two months. V. Vu The Tree and the Wind Wind, Hard wind, Hard blowing wind. Tree, Green tree Green bending tree. Off the Wall The tree bend during the wind, hard blowing But it stand up after the storm, And years later it grown into a huge tree. I want to ask, Would people bend their heads in a suffering situation Like those tree did against the wind And stand up after it? Anonymous 9 10 Off the Wall Summer 91 :"Birds and Newspapers" More dimensions every day Become apparent to me While I'm walking the yellow line, Unbroken and straight Drunk with life and enlightenment. There is so much in the world. So many things that are not real Until I see them and touch them. When higher learning sets me free To fly to a nest in the clouds I might fool myself into believing That I can see everything. Why not become omniscient? Existence ceases to be when non-existence. If I'm a legend in my own mind Nobody else will know the heroines and heroes Of my dreams I can fly without wings. The gift given us and not beasts Is the ability to realize That we are alive and we can die So we know not to waste time, And we can place ourselves in other things. ' Jewellery and pottery and newspapers. Me, I can be a bird or~ horse, or a worm, Follow the course of motion, Or a place, a soul place, inside a tree, inside the heart ... of life. My effec!s are felt now. not later. Carpe Diem. Angelique Kambeitz Off the Wall ivly Spirit Guide When I need ,reassurance that I'm OK, ~ dive into myself Into my own ocean My sea And seek out the Spirit that is me. My spirit is 'always there for me--To answer my que~tions To help me clear my mind, my heart It leads me to do what is right for me. My Spirit guid_e Is within me--Always. It is me. Michelle Lebeau All About Me My name is Kitty. I came from Hong Kong in August, 1990. My hus-. band sponsored me to stay in Canada. I have two brothers and one sister who are living in Hong Kong with my mother. I was a bookkeeper for five years. My goal is to complete Grade 12 and then go to college. I ·want to study all aspects of English: reading, writing, listening · and speaking. I studied English for thirteen years in Hong Kong. How-ever ~hen I was young, I never paid attention in class: While my teacher was teaching, I usually ate or whispered with my classmates, so my English level is not good. My hobbi~s are singing and read-ing. There is a library near my house, so I usually borrow comical English short story books every Saturday. Vancouver is a beautiful city in summer. There are many flowers and green plants everywhere. My elder brother and my mother visited me in the middle of September. After they had been visiting for twelve days, my brother told me he felt bored in Vancouver, but my mother was ambiguous about it. I do not like winter especially when it is snowing, since I hate shovelling snow every several hours because it makes me very tired. Also, I feel very cold when I am waiting for the bus. In my native city, it is about + 10 to + 15 c in winter, so I am not used to living with such cold winter. Kitty Lam My New Life In Canada One year ago, I immigrated to Canada to join my husband. Who had come to Canada one and a half years earlier than me, and to . start my new life here. For 38 years, I had been living in Hangzhou which is the most beautiful city in China. I'm familiar with the city, the people, and the customs there. What will my new life in Canada be like? , In the beginning, I was happy and curious because I had tiever been to any western coun-tries. I had only visited some eastern coun-tries, such as Japan and Hong Kong. But my feeling of happiness and curiosity soon changed. Instead, I became confused because my poor English kept me far away from jobs, 11 Off the Wall money, . and friends. It seemed that I had become a deaf person. I , felt that I was like a little sheep who lost her way and her flock in the endless grassland, and didn't know where to go. I became really depressed and homesick sometimes. The new immigrant's life is much harder than I expected. "What shall I do?", I asked myself several times. I know I can't stay at home. I have· to do something because I be-lieve the proverb that goes: ''a boat sailing against the current must forge ahead or it will be driven back.'' With this in mind, I started to take some English courses afld then tried to do some jobs as a cashier which I had never done before. My english is getting better. I've earned a little money and I've found some new friends here. I feel better now. I know that there is still a long hard way to go, but I will never give up trying. Anne Ping He My off day What is wrong with me today? I feel like a spring that has been wound too tight? It might be the pills I am takipg to relax the sore muscles in niy back, or maybe the pressure of taking over at the build-ing where I live as assistant manager. I got sucked in to this temporary job, I never did like any kind of responsibility in my life. I have always avoided it like you would avoid the plague. I don't like being in charge of people. I don't like being responsible for them doing their jobs right or if they do them wrong I get 12 the shit for it. I'm at my happiest when I • am working by myself or with someone who knows a hell of a lot more than I do. When I get home I think a hot bath and a cold beer will loosen up the tension in . ' \ my body and relax my nerves and bring me back down to earth. And then maybe I will feel like a normal human being once again. Harvey Ducedre My family landed here on April 10, 1993. It is lucky that I have a brother here. He is a Canadian citizen. He offered us a tempo-Anita Mak Off the Wall rary home. He showed us where ·to sign the SIN cards and Care cards. He helped us to rent a basement in Burnaby and to clear the cus-toms. · He showed me around, but I mixed up all places. Every street looked the same to me. I lost the sense of direction. Anyway, I like living here because we have many trees, flowers and grasses. The air is fresh and the environment peaceful. flow-ever, I was a bit scared because I had to start a new life and everything was new to me. I had . to use a different language to communicate with others. There might be misunderstanding due to my poor way of expression. As time goes by, I find out that people here are very friendly and helpful, people are the same every · way once you get to know them. Now some earnest volunteers are teaching me English. I am learning driving too. I start to know more about Canada and feel I belong to here. I hope I can find a job soon and settle down with my family in this peaceful land. ~n the future I hope I wiU be able to help others too . . ""-s Anita Mak i & TvNe ''+ ~q 13 \ I ) \ L,earners' Conference 1993 Claude Mortimer 14 Off the Wall Debbie Bryant with Conference attendee LC Jamboree Off the Wall Bluffing Wolves September 2, 1993 Donald Perry, I had a house outside of Prince George. There were wolves, bears, moose, and other animals. I hunt bears, moose, and other animals. I stopped hunting and did other things. And I go to Prince George and run around and chase girls . Larry Well, the way I start my Friday is by getting up early in the morning so I can be at the place where I volunteer at the Carnegie Centre. I get there 'at eight-thirty. The first thing I do is get a coffee, sit down and relax with my co-workers. Then I make sure the float is there. I check to see if there is enough pop, juices are all full, make more coffee if need be and make sure there is enough milk, cream and sugar. Then I put napkins, stir sticks, peanut butter, butter, jam, honey and brown sugar out on the table. All this has to be done by nine o'clock. Now the rush o( people come in. Most of the time I try and let Denise do most of the work, becaus~ she is my trainee. I am there just to guide her through the shift. In the morning it's not 15 Off the Wall really that busy, but around. ten-thirty to one o'clock that's when the lunch rush is on. It's also the time when you have people trying to get in front of all the others that are in the line up, then you have to sort of smile and let them know there are others, not only them. Christine Billy Wen here I am again writing a story about my trip to Kelowna B.C. and when we got there we went and got our room then we went round to a Restaurant and had a lovely supper by candle light. Then we went back to the hotel and had a rest for a while. Then I took a walk up town and went window shopping and we went on the Paddler Wheeler round the Lake and we had lunch on the boat while we were going and the sun came out and we had a lovely day. Then another day we went to a Mill and saw them cutting big logs in sizes they wanted and the ,saws was real big but a man was working with leavers so no one can't get hurt. And after that we went to another build-ing to see how they make pies with apples and how they cut them and what they do with the trees. It was very good to see. Then we went to an apple Orchard and got to know about the fruit we eat. Then after we came home 411 had a picnic down at the Border between the U.S.A. and Canada and we had a nice time playing games and walking round the park near the border and we had a nice lunch. Then we got on the bus and came home so that is my story about Kelowna and the 411 Picnic. Albert Anthony 16 life learning changing try enjoy love not easy to handle challenging Mandy Lui One day this past summer I went to Prince George for a 10 days holiday, and when I got there my brother took me fishing at a nice lake with his_ cabin and after we got there we went in the boat and I got my first big fish. And it was a lovely big trout so when I got it back to the beach I gave it a good cleaning I took all the guts out off it. Then at night before we went to bed we were reading books and the next morning after breakfast we went out to do more fishing and I got a lot more big ones and a small trout. And one day my brother got some big trout when he was puling one in he had it by the tail his wife and I were laughing and I asked him how did that happen. Well when he was pulling it in it was fighting and twirling around so that how he got it by the tail. But I had a very nice holiday and got lots of fish and one day my brother got a Dolly Varden with his trouts he was lucky. And we had lovely weather when w·e were at the lake and sometimes I would have a swim with my niece's children in the lake and I get my head wet. But one day before supper I went for a walk with one of the boys and when we were walking on the train tracks behind the cabin we got way up near a bend and I told the boy that I'm goin back to the cabin because I seen three black bears crossing the tracks but they told me if I ever see a bear don't run because they can run faster then me just stay and make a big noise because they don't like noise. So that was my fishing holiday with my brother and his wife and children at Prince George B.C. / Oct. 20, ' 93. Albert Anthony Off the Wall My Tribunal On Thursday, October 21, 1993. I went to my tribupal .at the Britannia Centre. I attended this tribunal to appeal a deci-sion made by the welfare dept. about my living arrangements. As my room-mate is my ex-husband the welfare dept. in-sists that we are a couple. We are fighting this. The people present here: myself, my room-mate, my Carnegie Learning Centre tutor, my nominee (stu-dent lawyer), and my welfare . . advocate. Also present were my financial aid worker;the wel-fare supervisor, and are welfare manager. It started at 10:20 a.m. First we were all introduced to each other, then my welfare advocate talked aboµt my ap-peal, then my worker talked about Gain Law for people on welfare. Then my nominee asked some questions of my financial worker and the super-visor. My welfare asked me and my room-mate various question about our arrangement. Then we stepped outside for 20-25 minutes while they decided be-tween themselves. Then the nominee came out and read the result. She gave a copy to all of us. The tribunal decided that we were legal room-mate which means, we each get separate cheques. I was very happy that things turned out. I wanted to prove to the government what our right are. I grew about ' 30 zucchinis this year that I swear were about 15 lbs each. Humungus. One day I had one on the back of my bike and I was riding along a bumpy road . Pauline Robinson 17 and I felt my bike get lighter. I turned around and saw him lying on the street. No bruises he was fine and I strapped him back on not changing the position or knot. So I drove away and got to the place · I was going to and locked my bike up and saw he was gone again but I figured he didn't want to go home . with me so I laughed and went inside to buy some groceries. 18 Off the Wall My Birthday in Two Countries I have experienced birthdays in two countries that I call mine. M~xico is where I was Born; Ca!)ada is where I live now. I am going to tell ¥OU a little bit of my birthday on both countries. First of all, I am going to talk about our foods ... How and what we eat as I have experienced it. In both Mexico and Canada Food seems to be very important part of any birthday celebrations. In Mexico on birthdays it is· traditional to eat beef, so we had this beautiful (kid) meat, potatoes, chick peas, cabbage, olives and beer. The birthday dinner is prepared this way: A day before the people butcher their kid so they can have fresh meat for the dinner. They also butcher their fattest chicken. The kid is pre-pared roasted or in a stew. The chicken is made into a soup and is stuffed. Fresh vegetables are home made. For dessert there is rice pudding, sweet bread, fruit and dried figs. Oh yes, we also have tortilla, a very ~mportant part of the meal made with corn. In Canada I have it a lot easier than my parents did. When I plan my birthday dinner all I do is make a list of the food I need. I go to the supermarket and buy it. I prepare a chicken for birthday dinner with stuffing on the dinner table we have chicken, stuffing, mixed vegeta-bles, cranberry sauce, brussels sprouts and gravy. I also use some chili because I want to show my friends a little bit of my tradition. For dessert we have fruit cake, all kinds of cookies and fruit pudding. Now I am going to tell you more how the day is spent. · In Mexico, birthdays are a very wonder-ful part of life. People dance, eat .and drink almost all night. .our homes are full of har-mony. We put on our best clothes. I can re-member one year the birthday party. We didn't W. Pedersen rest all night and continued until 6 p.m. the next day. Off the Wall In some ways Canadian birthdays are similar to the Mexican ones. Families and friends get together for meals and parties. ''The Pesky Bees'' I have been out of school for a while, And now I got laid off from my job, in the meanwhile I thought of doing something differ-ent. Something that has been on . my mind for a long time. So one hot summer day I deciq.ed to hitch-hike across Canada. Eduardo Paniagva on my back, a sleeping bag· under my arm, a road map of Canada in one hand, and my thumb pointing west down the road. "I was on my way." I'd like to tell you "The whole story" but it would fill a large book. This is going to be a small part of the story. At the time I lived in Wind-sor Ont., My name is Harvey Ducedre, and I am 50 years old. At the time I left on this adven: ture, I was 20 years old, and not a brain in my head, for .the highway holds many dangers. Harvey Ducedre I was about thirty miles outside of Sault Ste. Marie on the Trans Canada High-way. Heading west towards · Thunder Bay, Ont. I was sitting on niy sleeping bag under a shady . tree, listening to my portable radio, waiting for a ride. It was the so hot you could have fried eggs on the hot tar the road. Hitchhik-ing is a waiting game. Some times there are all kinds of traffic, other times you are lucky to see a car every half hour. I took my. As the miles past by I would soon find out just how dangerous it was. I didn't even know how to read a road map in those days. But "off I went," with three hundred dollars in my pocket, a packsack shirt off to relax in the cool shade. I could see an eighteen wheeler coming, but I just sat there with my thumb out. If he started to slow down, I would get up, but he just "shot" past. It was flat bed 19 Off the Wall truck loaded with some kind of boxes. At the back end of the truck, some of the boxes were busted open. I never thought anything about it at the time. As I sat there waiting for a ride, a bee started flying around my head. I swatted it two or three times and knocked it to the ground. It was not dead, just stunned so I pushed dirt over it and then stomped it into the ground. I thought to myself "There's one bee who's not going to sting me anymore". But all of a sudden there were two more flying around me. ''It was like they knew what I did to their fellow bee! "You think some weird thoughts when you're on the highway for a long period of time. All of a sudden 'it was like an Alfred Hitchcock Movie . The Birds, but they were not birds, they were bees, there were bees every-where. At first there were a hundred then thou-sands of them all around me. I got up off my ass like a flash running and jumping around like a wild animal, waving my shirt at them to keep them away from me. It was a losing battle, I didn't know what to do. They were all over me even in my hair. So I quickly put my shirt on, and started running down the highway like a mad man, swatting my head with my hands to kill the bees in my hair. For one second I thought I would go out of my mind. All of a sudden I saw a car com-ing. I ran out in front of it almost getting killed. The driver had to slam on the brakes to stop from hitting me. I ran around to the side door, opened it, and jumped in. About ten or twenty bees got in the car with me·. I told the ~river to backup, so I could pick up my packsack. While he was backing up I was killing every bee in the car . . When we got to the packsack, I opened t~e door as fast as I could and grabbed it , slammed the door and said "Let's get out of here ." Seeing the bees 20 around us I didn't have to tell him twice . He took off like a ''shot.'' We were five minutes down the highway when we saw another hitchhiker on the road . He was running around and was going nuts like I was earlier. I told the driver to pull over and pick him up . When we did I yelled a,t the hiker to hurry up and get in. It took him a little time getting his bags. · Then I opened the door, and he jumped in the car. Once again the car was full of bees . Me and the new hiker spent the· next ten minutes killing · bees. I was sick to my stomach with this bullshit, my hands were shaking again. I could not sit still, I kept looking all around me for more bees. The car was moving slowly along the highway, no one was talking, we were just staring at the bees all around us, and the ones smashing on the windshield of the car. Gradually we could not see out the window anymore. The driver had to turn on the windshield wipers, Th~re was nothing but yellow guts all over the windows. The wipers slowly cleaned the yellow guts off the windshield, so we could see a little bit better. But it got a lot worst. The bees were hitting the windshield lik~ heavy, raindrops, it was getting thicker and thicker ) and the wipers were on full speed, and having a hard time. I thought for a minute ''the car might stall.'' That though was all I needed to get my hands shaking again. After twenty minutes of driving in a hail storm of bees we came up behind a transport truck . We _could hardly see where we were going, bu_t we managed to get past the truck without getting killed. As soon as we past the truck it was like a ray of sunshine . There were no more bees. It was the truck all this time, it was tht: same truck I seen earlier , when I was sitting alongside the highway. The boxes I'd Off the Wall seen earlier were beehives. A whole truck load of them. And the ones on the back were smashed up like he backed up in to something. As we drove along the highway, my nerves started to calm down a little. I looked back to see the truck fading away in the distance, as we stepped on the gas to get away from it. It was about an hour later when the driver of the car said, "Well gentlemen this is where I turn off the highway to ,the town where I live." A thought of all those bees behind me and that they would soon be along if I got out of the car. So I said '' How far is this town from the highway?'' The driver said "About ten miles." I said " If you don't mind I all). going with you." the driver said it was ''OK'' with him. The other hitchhiker said "I am going too." So the driver turned off the highway and headed toward his town. We did not talk the whole ten miles. We pulled up in front of the greyhound bus stop. As we were getting out of the car a teenager came walking by. He stopped to look at the car. The front end of the car was full of smashed bees. It has yellow guts all over the windshield, and head lights, and the hood and bumper, The kid asked "What happened to the car.'' The driver looked at the kid and said "You wouldn't believe me if I told you." We looked at each other with a half smile. Then me and the other hiker tnanked the driver for what we thought, might have been a life saving ride. Then went our separate ways. I hung around the. bus stop for two hours looking down the road, looking for a transport load of beehives. The truck never showed up. ''THANK GOD'' I stayed in town for two days. Then got on the greyhound bus, I gave the bus driver ten dollars and told him to drop me off some where on the Trans Canada Highway. As the bus drove along the highway it suddenly started to slow down, I could here thump, thump, thump. The driver pulled the bus over to the side of the road. He got out to check the tire. It was a flat, and he had to change it himself because there was no gas station for 30 miles. While he was fixing the tire I was sitting on the bus waiting for the driver to leave, when a bee showed up at my window. It looked like it was trying to get at me. The bus door was wide Julia Chen open. I got up and ran down the aisle and shut the door. Everyone on the bus looked at me like I was nuts. I gave them a wild stare and told them to open the door for the driver only. I went and sat down, I felt a little safer. But my hands were shaking. Well that is the end of my little story. (those pesky bees) But I have just a few thoughts about the story. I didn't know to much.about bees in 21 Off the Wall those days. If I would have sat still along the side of the highway the bees may have went on their way and not hurt me at all. But by fight-ing them I ended up with seven or eight stings. They say one sting can kill you if you are allergic to them . All I know is they caught me off guard and scared the hell out of me. A thought came to me much later about the small lake 10 yards away from where I was sitting along the side of the road. I could have ran to it and jumped in and swam under water for a bit, then come up for air, looked around, do it again if I had to, it might work. And I thought about why the bees were attracted to me. In those days I used Brillcream in my hair to slick it back, and after - shave on my face. I don't know if bees can smell or not. Maybe it was the colour of my clothes I had on. But just maybe they were tired of flying after a truck doing 60 miles an hour. And decided to rest their a little wings by landing on me. I guess I will ne-yer know. 22 Harvey Ducedre Children pretty busy smile cry play in the playground cute Julia Chen Out-going direc-tor, Lex Baas The new guy, Ron Klassen. Wel-come Ron! Off the Wall MY Volunteer Experience at the Women's Centre . I got involved with the Centre about 6 or 7 years ago. I went to the one on Main Street, but it was too small, so I didn't get involved in it then. I felt too closed in. · When they moved to 44 E. <;:ordova St., I started to come to the Centre. It was much bigger. Thank God that we have a centre for the women. I don't know what -would have happened to me if there was no centre. I am now on the Steering Committee. I enjoy com-ing to the centre because it's a good place to come to and just relax. It sure passes the time . . I just wish that it was open on weekends too. I made a clo'se friend at the centre, and she is still my best friend. Mind you, I meet quite a few women friends there. I've seen counsel-lors come and go through the past years. I started doing volunteer work in the centre in 1987. I volunteer at the front desk. I find I have a lot more responsibilities now that I am on the Steering Committee. I was having a rough time in 1989. I got raped irt April ,of 1989. So I phoned one of the counsellors to come and pick me up from the hospital. So she did, and when I got home my husband flipped out. After that, our marriage didn't last long. So this year, in 1993, I have 23 Off the Wall filed for a divorce. I am wait-ing for them to send it back. Signed, Sealed, Delivered. · C. Woodrow Dear Tutor: At the time I met you, I was a little apprehensive about taking a tutor. I was think-ing of a previous experience I had, one which frightened me so badly I cut off our session, and did not want to have anyone after that. So when a friend suggested yo\l should tutor me, I was a little leery of you. We started talking about my problems, concerning verbs and nouns, and how impor-tant it was for me, because of my writing class, my doubts about tutors were gpne. I was glad you made this possible, be-cause I was always at ease when you were talking . Although you instructed for a brief pe-riod, it was very educational for me. I learnt a great deal in that time span. The way you taught, how you did it was so intense. I went to my English class so confident; I responded to my instructor's questions on verbs and nouns precisely, and without hesitation. I never had the opportunity of learning algebra or geometry in school. When you started teaching me how to do them, my afternoon sessions passed by ·so quickly, I couldn't wait for the next meeting. 1 My only regret is, I did not continue. I was sorry to hear you were not staying, but the time you spent tutoring me. was ex-tremely appreciated. It seems like all good instructors, and tutors that are so effective in teaching adults, never stay. 24 . I would like to thank you personally, and hope the goals you assign yourself conclude in happiness ~d success. Sincerely, Larry Writing Writing can be fun and it can be bor-ing. Writing can also be very hard to do. Writing is also hard when there is think-ing, spelling, neatness, and different · languages involved. Sometimes writing is hard to do just when you can't think of anything or when you have to ·read it out loud. Spelling can be hard when you're writing or your thinking is a little scram-bled. In writing spelling is important, but when you have troubles with your spelling, sometimes ·you have troubles with your writing. Writing can be neat and some can be messy. It can be one of the things that can be clean and not with any nonsense in it. Writing can be in different kinds of languages. There is English, French, Spanish and German. There are more languages than you can read unless you can understand them to read and write them. Writing helps a lot of people to talk . or read about different things like sto-ries, wildness, and a place. Some people have to write to talk about different things or to communicate. · People like to write about different things, like stories. Heather Brisebois Off the Wall school happy friendly grow develop mature study in school knowledge Kitty Lam ·when I came to Vancouver last year, I wanted to learn more English.-I -was very lucky to meet Ted, my tutor, who taught me English very. patiently. My English level improved fast. Now, with my English skills, I can talk to other English speaking people and I can go to Government departments by myself. l appreeiate my English tutor's helpful-ness and I will keep on working hard to learn English so that I can use English more freely. Mandy Wong, Alex Mok, Susan Wu I've always felt that I am a smart person. Smart enough to avoid school. In regular high school I skimmed by on a passing average without studying at all. So, as time has gone by I've often wondered where and how high I could go with studying ~d applying myself. My goal today is to be a counsellor. I truly believe I would be a asset considering I'm a real know it all! July 13, 1993 GED Drop-in ,/ I l I / 11 L:- Xf)A L~-party excellent wonderful . dance sing drink enjoying with friend happiness Before and Now Mary Gu Many years ago. When I came here. Van-couver was a very quiet city and not too many people, not too many cars. At that µ_me I did not know how to take a bus. So I walked to work. It took one hour there and one hour back. After a while the people at work talk me how catch the bus. · One day, I wanted to take a bus to Hast-ings at Nanaimo St. from here. But I got on a wrong bus. Because that was a Hastings ex- · press. Non-stop at Nanaimo St. It goes. straight to Kootenay-loop. I was very scared. I didn't know how far that bus going and how I could come back! I thought now I am going to East Side. When I go back I b.ave to take the other side going West? Lucky I was ·right and got home. I thought I must study English, but I had to work. In that time. There was no English train-ing now there are so many places for study, like community centres, libraries, college, and senior centres. Now I am old, I find it very hard to learn but I do it. Kdy Cheung. 25 26 Off the Wall The following submissions are from the intermediate ESL class, "Grammar Can Be Fun". This whole language approach to learning grammar combines the skills of listening, speaking, reading and writing. Student participation in the actual edit-ing of grammar mistakes is an important component of the process. These submissions are the end result of the process which means the students have written and re-written a total of four times to reach the publish-ing stage you see here. Mikos Lambropoulos, Instruc-tor I joined a class, .English - Learning class, in ·. CARNEGIE CENTRE fifteen months ago, since then, I enjoy every day corning to the centre on top of shopping, cooking and even more than gardening. I know there are more classes as we watch by and I can see they all. carry on attentively. We used to cheer to each other in our class as we see our Mikos Lambropoulos tutor isjust our beloved child because we are a group of aged folks so called seniors. Although I am not the youngest one, however 65 already, and yet our elder sister who attends the class punctually is over 80. We learn, we study and we take care of each other so happily that it seems all of us have returned to our earlier days at school ~alf a century ago. And yet half a century later we are given the chance to learn once more in CANADA. Thanks to the Centre, particularly to those tutors, staff and workers behind who are volunteers to the community. Without their kind support and sincere effort, we could never enjoy so much in the ~ater part of our lives. Hope this CARNEGIE Spirit will further develop and extend to more people of different ages especially to teenagers . . God Bless CARNEGIE! Chzu Yee Wong Off the Wall My Family I have a happy family. We are from Hong Kong. We have five people and live in a house. Elder son works in a restaurant. Younger son studies in a high school. My daughter works in a cafe. I learn Eng-Barbie On a toy counter, it is very easy to find a series of "Barbie" products. Many mothers will buy "Barbies" for their daughters and many girls are crazy for them. However, when they buy a ''Barbie'', do they think about the meaning of this toy? A "Barbie" is not very expensive - you just need around ten dollars to buy one. Once your daughter gets a "Barbie", a lot of re-quests will be coming. You may be required to buy a new dress or a house for her doll. There are many accessories for "Barbie", such as new fashions, jewellery, a picnic set as well as a boyfriend. The reason that she has so many things to ask for is that her friends and classmates have many of these inter-esting accessories. There-fore, she will feel hurt if she doesn't have them. Due to her decision to show off, she is eager to follow these trends. lish at Success. My husband takes care of the plants in the garden every day. We watch television together every night. We go to the mov1es·once a week. Sometimes we would like to eat out for dinner and shopping. We like to go for picnics. We are getting used to Canada. I feel Mandy Lui "Barbie" is like a drug: many girls are carried away by her charm. There are no bounds to her avarice. "Barbie" teaches them to be jeal-ous, vain and proud. my family is very happy. Joyce Ma Once you' take a "Barbie" to your home, you may feel repentant. Mandy 27 Off the Wall The Great Wall of China I went to the Great Wall of China with my now husband by the train in 1978. We spent about a month in visiting all over China. We have been to Mountain City -- Chonggin, Garden ·city -- Shuzhoug, Ancient city -- Xian, Beijing and Yellow Mountain. In China, travelling is a very difficult thing because there are a lot of people everywhere and the traffic is inconvenient. Although we felt very tired, we enjoyed ourselves very much. The Great Wall of China is one of the oldest constructions in China. Its length is over 12,000 miles(SIC) and it was a very hard project. It looks like a huge dragon from West to East of China. It was built about 2,000 .years ago. Its height is 6.6 metres and its width is 6.5 meters. Its · width at the top is 5.5 metres. It can hold 5 to 6 horses abreast walking together. The people built the Great Wall for defending against the enemy. The Great Wall is attracting travellers from all over the world. Maggie Chunyan Jiang King Cat My son Gary has a cat. His wife Jenny · took a picture of it and showed the picture to me. Many years ago in Hong Kong, I fed a cat. It was a very stupid cat. It was afraid of me but it was very stupid to my mother so my mother asked my wife to buy a stick to beat the cat. Then at last I gave my cat to my friend. That cat ate too much and messed too much on the floor. We used a string to tie it in the kitchen but the cat was very clever. When my wife came to the kitchen the cat used her leg to kick my wife. Sometimes it would scratch my wife's skin making her bleed. 28 But that cat was good for chasing away rats. My neighbour's cat was afraid of my cat so they callep, my cat ''King Cat''. But I liked this orapge, tiger-striped cat. It could keep the rats out. When my cat went outside, the neighbour's cats would cry. At first I didn't know why. , Then they said, "Oh, Mr. Lam's cat is coming.'' This is a true story. Tsang (John) Lam Snow My coat is the first thing I bought in Canada. I came in February, eighteen months ago. I like the: colours of the coat and it is very warm. Last week I took it out to wear again. When I wear the coat I think about last year when I took the photo in the park near my house. Last' year, a few days before Christmas, it snowed very heavily. It was my first time to see snow. It is very beautiful. When it snows I wear this new coat and the snow boots. My friend came out of her house and we went together to play in the snow. It is the first time she had seen snow too. The snow was so high it covered my boots! The snow went inside the boot but I did not feel cold. I felt very good playing in the snow. We played and soon my husband came and helped to take the photos. I mailed the pictures to my friends in China. My friends like snow but it never snows where they live. When they look at the photos they are very happy. I am very happy too. Now, when I wear this coat I think about snow and I wish to see the snow again. I love the beautiful, white colour of snow: Kathy Zhang Off the Wall Interview With Dan Dan was born and raised in White Rock near Vancouver: He studied anthropology at j U.B.C. and he was graduated in 1988. He worked for three or four years in ~"pottery firm before he got a program co-ordinator's job at the Carnegie Learning Centre ten yeai;s ago. Dan is a freethinker in religion and he likes people to be politically active in order to take control over their lives and society. He is also syinpathetic with the Eflvironment Movement. He very much loves Vancouver and the beauti-ful province of British Columbia. Although Dan is not an environmental activist, he does not like the logging industry because he be-lieves that nowadays there is a lot of unneces~ sary logging and destruction of trees fo B.C. He likes camping, kayak sports, hiking, pottery, movies, classical music, and travelling around the world. He wants to be acquainted with foreign cultures; therefo~e, he has visited many countries: India, Korea, Indonesia, Thailand and Japan. pick Apple · Sweet · sour sell in the market fruit Apple fresh round eat enJ,oy love hate for your health vitamin . Ali Faraj Computer smart fast confuse design my electric brain memory excite Anne Ping He • 29 Off the Wall Moldova Moldova is one of the smallest republics of the former U.S.S.R. It lies in the southwest of the U,.S.S.R. Now this is an independent state, where there are 4.6 million inhabitants. The population density is very high - 130 people per square km. Kishinev, which has 800 thousand _people, is the capital of, Moldova. 'fhe climate which is warm and humid is very nice. The highest temper_ature in the summer is +35 C. an_d the lowest temperature is +20 .C. The lowest tem-perature in the winter is -10 C. and the highest temperature hovers around O C. This is an agricultural country. Gardening, winegrowing and vegetable growing are the main branches of Moldova's agriculture. The biggest orchard in Europe is close to Kishinev where apples, peaches, cherries, plums, etc. grow. There are many different sorts of vineyards in Moldova. There ai-e many different wineries which produce many kinds of wines. These wines always win prizes at ~ · international exhibitions and competitions. Moldovfl doesn't have its own natural resources--that's why Moldova faces serious economic problems now. ~ However, the most important problem is the question about reunion with !t._ - Romania. Moldovians and Romanians actually are ethnically the same. 60% of ,..... the nation is Moldavian and the rest is Russian and Ukrainian. Moldova was one "1 > of the Romanian provinces until the 18th century. At the end of the 18th cen-• tury, Moldova joined Russia. I think that there will come a time when the con-, cept of nationality will disappear. ~ Voronin Slava E The Cat and The Mouse · ~ · ~ In 1992 in Vancouver there was a little house mouse who came from Hongkong. He was a vegetarian, a tea-totaller -and a non-smoker. When he first arrived in Vancouver he was really excited. He loved the city very much be-cause it was so peaceful, _so quiet, so beautifuL He decided to stay in the city . 30 . He lived in a dark, small hole in a great, old house. He had to do everything carefully because there was a tremendously huge, wild and loyal cat in the house too. The mouse lived happi1y in the house. The resident of the house planted a great deal of vegetables in the back yard, so he .had enough food. There was no alcohol nor cigarettes in the house, so he lived comfortably. Although he lived in the house very cheerfully, he felt lonely because he ran out of friends. He needed friends. "How can I make friends with the cat?".thought the mouse. He always thought about this. He learned that the cat liked fish, so he never stole the fish. He mew that the cat hated dirty places, so he always kept the place clean. He I realized that the cat was afraid of loud noise, so he never made any noise at all. Off the Wall One day there was snow in the city, so people went out skiing on the street. It was fun outside and the cat went skiing outside too. She enjoyed the beautiful snowy view. She walked and walked. At last, ,she arrived at a slope .. She said, "It's a good place for ski-ing." She put on the skis, and skied down-wards .. "It's wonderful! It's "interesting!" said the cat. She went to a higher slope and skied. She enjoyed skiing very much. When Yuet-Fong Lee she went over a ski-jump, it was too high and she couldn't control herself, so she fell down. She tumbled downwards rapidly. Eve!ything seemed to move backwards quickly: trees, houses and people. They went faster and faster. _She was· scared and screamed her head off. ''Help! Help! I can't stop myself! I don't want to get hurt! Help!" At that very important moment, she saw one pie~e of wood in front of her. She caught the wood quickly. It seem~d as though someone had caught the other side of the wood. Everything moved backwards slower and slower. Finally, she stopped herself. Then she saw a mouse with a pale face and bloody hands. "Hi! Mouse! How are you feeling?' ' "Oh! I'm fine, but please don't kill me!'', said the mouse. "Oh! No! You ~re my friend! You have saved me, TU never kill you, my good f . d1" 'd h nen . , .sai t e cat. The cat and the mouse became good friends and lived in the house happily together. Yuet-Fong Lee · .Love The Way We Were Taught ... smothered by o~r mothers ''You've gotta go to your room'' the tears come soon flS quiet a_s they come I hear ' the muffled tone of footsteps by my bed a pillow on my head ... love the way we were taught is a crime and how do we not share what we inherit the tears come much more ap-parent love is not as transparent as it was back then 31 Off the Wall I'm not afraid now to reach out my hand Linda Shearsmith Paying A High Price Once a friend told me a story about himself. He has a second-hand Toyota which fie bought from his friend. In the morning a , few months ago, he found the car parking on the street had disappeared when he went to work. He knew that he could park before 8:00 a.m. and he had locked the door of course but the car was stolen by somebody. He was very angry when he thought he would have to report to the police station, go to ICBC and take the bus to work. It would be much trouble for him. The policeman told him that most cars are recovered within ten days, so he was re-lieved at the news. The ICBC officer sug-gested that if-the car were recovered, he could put up a warning on the front windshield. _ · After nine days he received a phon~ call from the police station that his car was found when the thief was driving the car on the street. When he violated the traffic regulations, the policeman stopped the thief and then he aban-doned the car and ran away. My friend was lucky , but he didn't know he would be twice lucky: he found three things in his car which he had never seen before . One thing was a fashionable pair of sunglasses which he had always wanted. A bottle of perfume that's his wife's favourite and a cas-sette tape of famous music that his son would like. "It's a high price to pay for stealing my car'', he thought. ''I should_ write something for the thief,'' he told me. He put up a paper on the front windshield with the following: 32 "Thanks for stealing my car. I appreciate your offering, I really like your presents. I hope you steal my car again, thanks a lot!" The car is still parked in the same place! Mary Gu My Mother My mother gave me_ this scarf that I am wearing. My sister brought it back from her European trip. She brought it to my mother before I came to Canada. It is very colourful. Because I liked it, my mother did not hesitate to give it me at once. . Thi~ is the first time °I've worn this scarf. It is very cold today and my sweater has no collar) so I use it to keep my neck warm. I think my husband likes me to wear this scarf because when I wear it he thinks I look nice. Everybody else thinks it is nice too. I brought this -scarf from Hong Kong in a large trunk and I only took it out this morning. Seeing the scarf gives me· thoughts about my mother. I think about her at home: Maybe she is taking a rest or going to my brother's com-pany . At home she will feel very bored. So she will do some work at my brother's com-pany, especially if he is very busy. So, I am thinking about what my mother might be doing today as I wear this scarf. Even though I am in Canada, my mother can always keep me a warm. Kristy Tam Off the Wall .. A SCENARIO dreamt of Wed. night, Aug, 7th. · · It was a sunny Saturday morning. A cottage on a gulf Island, darling . Annie slipped on her housecoat and slippers Slowly limping down the stairs, unrolling her crimpers. ·' I She knocked twice on his bedroom door Her child's voice would laugh no more ,' •\ .· ' I She hesitantly opened the door '· Johnny was gone, his heart was sore. i· Hysteria caught hold of her throat She ran from the house out of the boat For miles out to the sea Oil was all she could see A mile's distance from the dock She saw her baby, in each hand ~ rock Beside a log that was receiving his grief She ran on her wave of relief 50 meters away from Johnny She halted, the scene no longer funny . Her expression crestfallen and white . Her knees buckled, crumbled at the sight It was not a log, but a dying dolphin Feebly moving its tail and fin Dysfunctional jaw trying to speak its horror Sickened at the stench of this oily mirror Annie retched and cried 33 Off the Wall retched and cried Johnny's hurt and indignant eyes his hurt and indignant eyes. Angelique Kambeitz Rain drip Emptiness, looking out the window drop drip drop empty inside, empty outside ram dripping dripping dripping dripping ... downward into the gutter. Sophia Yeh A Squirrel Tale There are more and more rodents ap-pearing since compost has become popu-lar, but improperly stored. Witness the following scene ..... --------------> 34 A True Tale The black squirrel paused at the side of the road. It had just left a row of trees growing alongside an apartment building and tried to cross the road, but dashed back as several cars approached, then passed. It tried again, and made it to the yard opposite, where the tenant had parked an old car on a piece of lawn beside his garage, next to a compost box, and garbage cans. Behind the garage, was a lawn area, where a barbecue, and wooden table with benches one each side of it were set up, and children played and giggled. An all white house sat in the centre of the neat yard. The mother was hanging clothes on a line leading from the back porch to a post next to the fence. The man of the house, working under the rear end of his car, was laying down, partly under the car, surrounded by tools. He moved a leg as the squirrel neared him. Startled, the black rodent swerved and ran under the other end of the car. A second later it appeared, run-ning faster, chased by a grey rat which followed it up one side of the garage, over the roof and down the other side. There were trees close by. The squirrel put on a burst of speed and headed for the nearest tree and outran the rat. The rat stopped on the edge of lawn. Mo-ments later it returned to the compost pile, where two smaller rats joined it. They all went into the compost pile through a hole in the top. Off the WaU The squirrel ran down the tree it had escaped into and over to another tree in the yard, unseen by the nearby chil-dren. The man, unaware of the · little drama, continued working -on the rear end of his car. The children niight have enjoyed seeing the animals, but the woman may have started to worry know-ing there were rats in her yard. ' Dora Sanders A Ninety-nine Gun Salute to the Deer A Ninety-nine Gun Salute to the Deer Sh~ts abounding across the pier You're food for hunters, year end is near Agile delight,- nimble flight Won't save you from the .bullets I fear Grace of form, line and design Peaceful Grazes! To lament over deer is queer ... Ah but, I shed a tear ... A mosquito says, "You're Tasty!" The bump itches and swells the sting Ah but, I wish it well. You're not going to die 'fer I'll not take your life/kill you - it's to procreate life laying eggs that hatch too In the struggle of all life It's to take another bite 'Tis the right of all life "It's to be good?" asks the black dog Irene Schmidt, one of Carnegie's Local He-roes, with Governor General's Award for Many Years of Community Work "Why yes!" I assurred "It's the sharing along the way." TaumD. grow Spring rammg plant carefree please for beginning of life breeze Yan Fen Liu, Virginia Jung, Yuet Fong 35 36 Off the Wall After the Lull On worn down benches in the dead still day cast-off men crack their knees and sway. Their grandsons nursed by this arid ground shiftlessly wind their way downtown. Some stores are shuttered, most are destined to lose . In the restaurants idle hands stir stainless steel spoons. . Is this the lull before the cacophonous end; o~ merely the silence of insidious decay? Soon there will be no more time for the sipping of tea, 'or living in half-assed imaginings. I feel the dysrythm ia of unsatisfied hearts · threatening to split this nation apart . But I too am stuck in a limbo-like lull , my tongue too dumb to cry warning that anvil clouds blacken with the oncoming storm . It's been our bane to believe that these East wi~ds will bring clear skies, till our ears are assaulted by the drum-splitting thunder applauding the torrents . And the lightning uproots our anger . We'll reach into the closets of our livingroom hatred pulling out that 12-gauge violence . This is the fear laid up in my bosom. These are the words my tongue failed to speak. Off the Wall The benches are empty, the old men are hiding. While young n:ien are plotting in the cellars of crumbling buildings . And the streets are noisy with the clamour of war. Thus will it be after the lull. Gail L. Harwood Gail Harwood Being as I don't have much t~me to ponder on something of my own I would like to leave you all with these words. MATIHEW22 35 Then one of them, which was a lawyer asked him a question, tempting him, and say-ing, 36 Master, which is the greatest commandment in the law? 37 Jesus said unto him. Thou shalt LOVE the Lord Thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind. 38 This is the first and greatest commandment. 39 And the second is like unto it. THOU SHALT LOVE THY NEIGHBOUR AS THY-SELF. . 40 On these two commandments hang all the law and the prophets . . And one Proverb to ponder and think on. 21 (2) Every way of man is right in his own ' eyes: but the Lord pondereth the hearts. GOD BLESS. R.D. Ahlgren Spirits + What do I think of wh~n I hear the word spirit~? I think of all the Souls that went on before me. I wander down the street 37 Off the Wall and ask God, ' 'Where is a sign that the person is with you? How can I make sure that the person is really with you?" Is there a heaven or a hell? I guess I will never know until I die ... Cyril E. Lewis. October Evening Confusi ,on If someone makes and error, either by intention, ignorance, or by accident, then at , some level they will either be judged or treated with justice. Judgement, is simply the application of rules to decide punishment These rules can be set by society, personal decision or be habi~. Judgement only acknowledges that the rules were broken. Judgement then takes retribution, regardless of the very human factors involved. Justice, on the other hand, recognizes that something went wrong. Justice will weigh all the factors involved. The explanations. The rules. The humanizing feelings and emotions . involved. Justice will take all this in a balance and carefully consider what if any punishment is due. Justice does not follow rules but rather follows the imperfect but the human heart beats in each of us. Judgement has no forgiveness. Judgement is inhuman and often renders a decision regard-less of cause or effect. Judgement will often hurt and punish rather than guide, correct and educate. Judgment believes that an eye for and eye is not only valid but desirable. Judgement is something that can only work when used or applied against unthinking and unfeeling ani-mals. Justice, on the other, will also, if all things dictate, extract an eye for an eye . J us-38 tice, however, listens to the heart of the Il)atter, to the cause, the. effect and any mitigating . circumstances. Justice remembers the real emotions that makes us -human and not just another animal bent on personal survival. Justice' is what I seek; yes, even demand . from my fellow man. Notjudgement, for I'm truly humin and as imperfect as any other human. twill always makes mistakes. But a mistake, no matter how committed, is a mis-. take. It should be something like an accident, a transient incident, and find forgiveness and justice. Remember some mistakes were not really mistakes, .but a lack of knowledge or communication. I know that to live my heart should be more subject to justice than judgement. Justice allows for life to be lived to its fullest with both error and correctness held as equal part-ners. Judgement creates confusion and often · kills that for which it is suppose to protect. I have always acted from my heart. This may scare most people but it is honest and straight forward. To ask me to act other than the way I feel, in my heart, is to force me to use and to be subject to judgement rather than .• • I Justice. Judge me not, for I am not you. Give me justice of my existence and recognize that although I seem to be like you, I hear a differ-ent drummer and walk a different path. . A. Richard Debney Do mass media need censorship? Sometimes, while watching programs on TV or reading magazines, I feel it is necessary for our society to have ,censorship ·of some kind. ·then~ is a lack of ethics or values in much of the media today. When I think about censorship, a terrible Off the Wall image comes into my mind. In Japan, v.ery strong and awful censorship of the law was implemented by the police force until the end of World War II. For example, in speech, publishing, broadcasting, religion and so on. These are kinds of mass communication. Why did a military government need censorship in those days? Perhaps the government wanted to control all of the Japanese people for the war. If a government is competent, no one will be adverse to it. However, if a government sometimes hides something true, or important matters on purpose, it is able to control the people as it wants. It is very dangerous because we are not able to know the truth. There are so many good examples, especially during the war . Thus, I think it is not good for our com-munity to have any kind of censorship. On the other hand, there are many kinds of ma·ss media these days. I have recently been confused by some Italian clothing adds. These ads include images of very controversial photo-graphs in magazines. Each picture also is totally serious and only gives the name of the firm. The photographs are of the following: a picture in which a patient with AIDS is lying on a bed with his family around him; a picture that a car is on fire from a traffic accident. I was terribly shocked by these pictures when I saw them last year. I was unable to understand why these pictures were able to function as advertisement. Before recognizing them as advertisement, I doubted that the firm had any common sense. Certainly, the firm had to make them on purpose according to sensa-tional advertisement. It was successful', I think. However , it is too horrible to function as advertisement. I hate the kind of person who talks about a:n unhappy person just for fun. I believe our society needs ethics in mass media, especially television because the media have a great influence on people who have not their own opinion, for instance, children. However, it is unnecessary to control censor-ship in the law as showed in the previous examples. It is a kind of ethics, ·namely mass media need SELF-censorship. That is necessary to keep our freedom without needing a police force. Yoshikatsu Shimokado Drunk Driving Drunk driving is very dangerous. It is unsafe for both drivers and pedestrians. When people drink too much alcohol, they feel tire( and sleepy, so they can't see clearly on the road. Their reactions are slowed down, so they can't control the car accurately . This causes a lot of accidents. Drunk drivers kill people who are walking on the street. They also kill people who are driving in other cars. They kill pas-sengers. They even kill themselves too. Last week, there was an accident in my neighbourhood. A teenager drove a car at midnight, and he hit another car which was parked beside the road and he drove away. Later on, the police caught him and found out he was injured. They arrested him because he was drunk and damaged a car . In addition, he was driving without a driver's licence. Drunk driving is unsafe for people of all ages. I think drunk .driving is dangerous. There are so many accidents which happen in Canada because of drunk driving . Therefore, the government must do something. I would like to point_ out that the government has the responsibility to carry out this duty. In order to prevent drunk driving, the government has to enact some more severe laws to stop drunk driving. First, drunk drivers must attend some special classes during which they can learn more about drunk driving. Also, they should take the lessons for a period of time, so they will never drive when they are drunk. Sec-ondly , drunk drivers must receive some punish-ment, such as suspending their drivers licences for a certain period of time, so they can't drive. Thirdly, drunk drivers must pay a lot of 39 Off the Wall money as a fine, so they will learn a lesson and never drive drunk again. If people drive when they are drunk again, the government should revoke the driver's licences, so they will lose their driver's licences forever. I think education is important too. Peo-ple must learn about drunk driving and realize its bad influence. Therefore they must not drive when they have drunk some alcohol. If everyone learns this when they are children, and they never drive drunk, then driver and pedestrians will be safe. People need to drive. It is necessary to . drive a car in Vancouver because it is a big city. You need it to drive to work, to school, for shopping, to go anywhere. If you need to drive a car, don't drink any-alcohol before you drive. It is important. If you have drunk, and you have to drive, call somebody to help you. Don't be a drunk driver. If you aren't, then we can live safely and peacefully. Yuet-Fong Lee Robert Davidson's Art Show In my opinion the art show was really good. The masks were just incredible. The colours were vivid. The masks not only told stories but to me, I believe it brought out the spirit of the Native People, and the culture itself. The only thing that really disturbed me was the fact that everyone keeps on saying Robert Davidson brought Haida Art back to life. The reason why this is disturbing is because Haida Art has always beeri around; however, the only thing is there have been a -few laws and loopholes to get through for the Haida people. I myself would also like to learn to do some carving, and carve something that could go on display. 40 In conclusion, Robert Davidson is a unique individual, with a lot of talents, who does beautiful art work; I would also like to meet Robert Davidson one day. Stephanie Blais From randomness to progress is an act I don't yet understand fully Struggling to arouse two opposites within one home Where usually the .former is a simple, less expecting fluid flirtation And the latter is a concrete product of exer-cised, confirmed affirmation to growth. Strangely, randomness fuels easy constructive progress Steve Rose Off the Wall Fusing free flowing figures for simple soulfully scattered spirit Eventually becoming one with thoughts and affections That were at another time more like liquid molecules Flexible enough to be sheltered, cradled within ' any container of concept · Tender and unprotected as to fall upon the barren surface of regression Never true to one place who's foundation has solidi y progressed And progress? A structure of instinctual achievement in humanity The scaffolding held by nuts and bolts of endurance Each precisely planned, placed right from tlie Steve Lentinello (in foreground) blueprint Together and organized - all the elements of life welded to say ... "Here I am, Welcome!! Won't you come in?" So solid you can bring anyone inside at ran-dom? It must be that randomness and progress are each other Perhaps . the heart and mind? Steve Rose Turn Around I People change day by day Sometimes they don't even know what they say. The one's they hurt in the heart · used to ·be friends now they're apart. Tried talking some sense in their head realizing it's just like talking to the dead. Knowing the person is in the wrong have to get on with life and be strong. Steve L. 41 active Children hopeful Off the Wall . laugh run Jump . for extension of life nature . . . Jung Yuet Fong Yan Fen Liu, Vzrgzma ' . I . (ESL) group in session . 1· has a Second Language Eng 1s 42 play cute Children cry lovely hold an extension of yourselves future Mandy Lui Off the Wall ''My Yiew on Violence'' Violence fa a kind of emotional and active expression of intense requests . There are two ways of violence. These ways are instinctive and rationalized violence. The vast majority of male people has strong emotions of violence as an instinct of animals. For example, sometimes we can find children fighting with each other in families until either one child or the other starts to cry. It is in-stinct, or the spirit of fighting . However, as adults, it is seldom that we fight whh some~ne because of having the moral sense and the criminal law in out society. Now and then you can see the kind of violence articles in newspapers. There are so many elder teenagers using vicious violence in their community as if it is a kind of game . . I think they still have instincts much stronger than their sense of morals. That is because they absorb the sort of information from coarse programs of television and so forth. After instinct comes rationalized violence. It is so difficult for us to under-stand in situations. This is because the violence, people, especially terrorists, always believe they can justify their actions. For instance, if the terrorists who terrorized in their community later had their philosophy accepted, they became heroes -in historical events. If public opinion ·supports them, it will be right that they did everything. There are a lot of good examples in the world history especially at the beginning of any civil war. Consequently, many countries have had violent wars of independence in their own histories. I have never thought their violence was wrong. Generally, the winner between gangs of fighting people is able to decide if their war is the right use of violence, and the loser's is the wrong use of it. To be specific, they say that it is a kind of terrorism. That is to say, it depends on a person who is ·thinking about it wh~ch side is the winner or loser. Also everyone is able to recognize that violence is necessary or right if the issues have basic human rights. There are good example in Japanese history. Hundreds of years ago, occasionally poor farmers had revolts against their rulers here and there - because numerous people suffered from awful famine. In those days local ruler s took a certain limited amount of rice from the farmers as a tax. Rice was more important than money as an economy of the rulers depended on having rice. Therefore almost all the rulers exacted the taxes from their farmers. During times of terrible famine, the peasantry wanted to keep rice seeds f<?r the next year more than rice itself for food. However, some egocentric rulers ignored the problems of the precious rice seeds. The rulers a make serve law, for the peas-antry whereby the farmers were banned to riot against the rulers on any reasons. It was a very convenient law for them. . As a result, the farmers, who had gathered from several villages, rioted against the ruler s-at the risk of their lives. In the~e matters ,. the social issues of basic human rights, violence is neces-43 Off the Wall sary and proper once in a while. Needless to and took a bit of money out for say, it is much better that the people who are confronted with the matters are able to solve a snack. You know, somewhere their serious problems with nonviolence. . in Chinatown. I had my fill.· Yoshikatsu Sh~mohado Off I went and sure enough that H · guy was still -sitting on the same e -came up .to me and asked · if I had spare change. I told corner, with a broken bottle by him no and carried on my way. his side. He _was breathing An hour later I saw him again. heavy. ''What happened to you? This '' I asked though I didn't really care. ''Man ' I was time · he was sitting, with a fresh bruise cover-ing his ~ye. He didn't recog- Sign Language Instructor, Videha (on the right), with friend , Addie asleep _ and when . n1ze 1:11e and asked if I had spare change. I again told him no and left. I wondered . how he got the black eye as I walked away but why should I ask? It's none of my business. He's just another loser. So I carried on my way. I stopped off at the bank machine across the street · 44 · I woke up some guy was searching through my pockets. I yel~ed at hi~, ·found that bottle and broke it as I threatened to carve . -him up. He kicked good and hard at my chest and split. Can · you spare some change?'' Off the Wall His story was a good one but not good enough for me to pull some of the loonies I felt weighing my right pocket down. I said ''No sorry, no change." I then turned the corner after crossing the street. As I looked back at that sorry case I was abruptly stopped by another guy. " Give me your money or . you'll bleed'' he growled. ''Look idiot I've only got some change so if you don't mind I'd like to carry on with my day. He immediate! y re-sponded with a hard left punch to the gut. He continued to punch me. I became faint as the world around me twirled uncontrollably. I felt kicks but it didn't hurt. I woke up. It was dark. My bones ached. I checked my wallet & pockets and everything was gone. My mouth hurt. I looked in ·a shop mirror and saw I was housing a huge fat lip. I suddenly realized I was far from home, hungry, in pain and tired. All my money,ID & bank card was gone. I didn't know how the hell I was going to get home. I sat there by the bank machine as people _ walked by and looked at me. I felt helpless. I opened my weary eyes and the same guy who had been asking me for change stared down at me. "Hows life Bud?. I thought he was being sarcastic so I told him to get away. ' 'Sure man' ' and then he tossed my ID and bank card at me and left. Steve Rose The Hastings Horror Though clear and obvious signs on a menta-physical level are for the advanced spiritual practitioner, all in proximity to the immediate area are at the mercy of the '' The Hasting~ Horror ... '' Around the beginning of the month the pilgrimage of horror begins: A dark cloud rises out of the Pacific Ocean and takes shape over the Western shore-line. Fear and igno-rance provide the negative energy that fuels this . destructive force. Once an Easterly direction has been established, grotesque facial features begin to form within the parameters of this cloud ... The elders say, "the face can be seen; but not through human eyes ... '' one glimpse can turn the naked eye to· stone; and even the most 45 Off the Wall enlightened sage can not look upon this devas-tating phenomenon. Puss filled eyes and rotted teeth are outstanding as facial features mix and mingle. The skin's elasticity is non-existent and ancient muscle tissue hangs limp from fractured bone ... The varicose veins of the nose bulge out and burst; slivers of blue -red blood running down the emaciating face, coagulating in the rusty facial hair that grows between the scabs and scars. For twenty days bodily excretions and gases build up and ferment; a symbolic impris-onment of human pride. :. there is only one escape for this malefic retention: osmosis. Despondent decadence, sickening sorrow, and desperate despair filter into the atmosphere by way of profuse sweating. The oxygen molecules are permeated and alive with an odiferous 'degeneracy that can actually be tasted. Some notice a film of vile slime on their tongue, others get an eerie felling like one does in a haunted hol:1se. Salt laden tears mix with chemical poison and fall in vain, for long forgotten are the millenniums: a period of time when The God-fathers lived in harmony with the Earth Mother. For one hundred centuries that we know of, She was nurtured; worshipped, and respected. Some say the Earth Mother was a gift from Manatu who cries over the tortured wil-derness--,now cemented, polluted, and poi-soned ... those of psychic atunement have heard the plea of Manatu: '' Where will it end?'' He screams ... " this cycle of pain." Some say, it is the Tears of Manatu fall on Welfare Wednesday ... all day, a low guttural moaning agonizes and pleads -- to no avail. At sun-down, a rupture appears in the cloud; and by mid-night, qemonic debris has been scat-tered throughout the Lower Mainland . . . Some say the Hastings Horror is twenti-eth century mythology; some say it is a reality 46 demarcating the futile madness of a troubled world ... Be it fact, or fiction; residents of the downtown E'.ast side are acquainted with the Hastings Horror. Bobbie Sioux Bear .· : ._-- . . . . ~ . ' . . · . . . . . ' . . . . ! • . il _A') . . . ;: . ·.,f.)·t·.· . . · c../4. , ' . .' I' ·. . ~., . . . . . ~ . . . • . , / / / / / The UBC Library and UBC Learning Exchange would like to thank the following participant for his contributions to digitizing this community-generated document: Joseph Sparovec This community-generated work was digitized and deposited to cIRcle, UBC's open access digital repository, as part of the Digitizing Community Memories project of the Making Research Accessible in the Downtown Eastside initiative (MRAi). In collaboration with the UBC Learning Exchange and UBC Library, the project provided training and support for community members in the Downtown Eastside to digitize and make openly available community-generated materials.  This project aimed to increase access to historic Carnegie Centre publications and preserve these unique materials for years to come.  For more information on this project and the UBC Learning Exchange, please visit learningexchange.ubc.ca  October 26, 2017 

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