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Ill :I: I-Writings from the Carnegie Adult Learning Centre Issue #7 ;---L-,-~,.............---,....,....r....,___ Spring 1995 CARNEGIE LEARNING CF~ITRE_ PH: 665-3013 FAX: 684-8442 ' / Issue number 7! We're getting better, people! We are right on schedule and that is due to the cooperation of everyone involved; we all worked together like a well-oiled machine. Many people have been involved in decision-making, distribution, fund-raising, and production since the last issue. These people include: Dora, Trevor, Robert, Dorinda, Irene, Don, Windy, Sharon, Laura, Sinila, Jackson, Mike, Shun, Halina, David, Scribbles, Wendy, Susan, Rika, Kevin, Leigh, Dan, Su, Ron, Colin, Ringo, Vern, Nejaha, Sandy, Debbie, Albert, Harvey, Judy, Suzanne, Kamilla, Dean and Alicia. Special mention goes to Trevor Robinson, Dora Sanders, Robert Yaeger and Dorinda Lam for their unrelenting energy and countless hours. We would like to thank the Central City Mission Foundation for their general contribution. We would also like to thank the Carnegie Community Centre Board of Directors, the Vancouver School Board, and all the people who have sent us donations. Without their support, none of this would have been possible. The editorial committee decided to use the same editing guidelines as before ... so throughout 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 writers. However, we have, in most cases, proofread for spelling. Happy spring! The Editorial Committee OFF THE WALL is published by the Carnegie Adult Leaming Centre. This issue consists of 1000 copies. Please direct enquiries about OFF THE WALL, c/o Carnegie Adult Leaming Centre, 401 Main Street, Vancouver, B.C., V6A 2T7. Phone (604) 665-3013; fax (604) 684-8442. Off the Wall My life in Vancouver As time goes by slowly, I realize I have been living in Vancouver for two years already. It seemed-to be a long and hard time for me. In the previous few years, I had visited Vancouver many times, I acquired so many lovely and unforgettable memories. I thought that I could easily adapt to the new circum-stances . After I arrived and became a landed immigrant, I completely enjoyed a long holiday for almost half a year, shopping, knitting, cooking etc. I could do anything I liked to do without pressure. But then, I felt life was so boring and I was scared about my future. "Am I to be only that from now on?," I wondered. Later on, I took up some volunteer work as well as a part-time Chinese teacher. I have been one of the editors for the 'EVERY GREEN NEWS,' a monthly Chinese maga-zine published by S.U.C.C.E.S.S. Although it is a new job, I am very interested in it and I learned a lot from the editorial tasks. As for the teaching program, it gives me no satisfaction. That is because I had been teaching in a high school for many years, and now I am teaching small children. There is a great difference in the standards from the students in Hong Kong. I must spend a lot of time in preparation, but the result is far from my ideal, so it is a big challenge for me. Since last December, I have started to study English at the Carnegie Centre. I try my best to occupy my leisure time. I hope that I can get along well living in Vancouver. Agnes Ip ••• 4 H ! MynameisDorisBigJohn. I'm 29 years old, and a native from Al erta. I've decided that it was time for me to get my feet back on track. My decision has a lot to do with the way I was brought up, as ~ell as my goals. From the age of 2 to 19 years old, I grew up in white foster homes. It was diffi-cult at times, especially knowing that I wasn't white like them. A lot of times, I felt insecure, hurt and lonely. I didn't like it when people looked me down or put me second best. But as I was growing up, I came to realize that there is no one like me. I've come to like myself. Part of it has to do with the experience I've had. Some of my foster parents were very critical. I felt at times, that I couldn't do anything right. I hated when he or she was being too harsh. Sometimes, I felt like tell-ing them off but I knew it was wrong, even though it was difficult at times. But I was taught to always re~pect them. I can also recall of my high school years. It was difficult there, too, because a lot of the kids were prejudiced against me. But now it doesn't matter to me as much. Because, there is one certain person in my past and present life who is my best friend and support. It's my former foster dad. He gave me a lot of his time and attention. I can still remember when we used to play fight a lot. We used to have a lot of talks . together. Dad ,always said things to make me think-whatever it was. One of his remarks 5 Off the Wall was, "What you pay for is what you get." Another one is "Life is like a jigsaw puz-zle, 'you' have to put the pieces together." I guess what I'm trying to say is that he didn't really critize me, but he let me come to my own understanding of my problems. Plus, he gave me choices of what I wanted to do. Dad also said that I'm an individual of my own kind, whatever that means. Someday it will click in my brain. He also said that there will never be another Doris like me who can be really silly, caring and down-to-earth. But, out of the past experiences, from a kid to an adult, I learned a lot of who I am. And I do treasure a lot of resources of my upbringing, which I'm proud of. But I know that I' 11 have to climb the steps of life at one day at a time until I reach my goals and happiness. One of my goals is to be-come a licensed practical nurse. And that is why I'm doing GED and biology 11. DORIS BIGJOHN Off the Wall My Lucky Day Last Saturday was my lucky day. A few months ago, my wife and I de-cided to see tulips. But we didn't know how to get there. It was the tu-lip Festival in Lyndon, Washington for a few weeks. My relative asked if I wanted to see the tulips with him, and I said I did. Next, my relative told me not to drive. They owned a seven-seat-car and took us together. We went by car. On Saturday I drove my car to their , home in Surrey and parked there. At 8:30 a.m. we began our trip. When we arrived at the border, we were sur-prised. There were a few long lines and we didn't have an expressway permit, so we had to wait one-and-a-half hours to pass through Customs. After that, in only 45 minutes we reached our destination. There were long lines of cars. We were lucky enough to find a handicap sign be-cause my relative's old mother has dif-ficulty walking. We could use a spe-cial way and park closest to the gar-dens. There were lots of sightseers who enjoyed different kinds of tulips. Some photographers stood oil the vantage points to take good views and some others stood among the tulips and took pictures for memory. The fields and gardens were in full bloom and colour-ful everywhere. Then on the way home, we had just gotten into the car when it began to rain cats and dogs. Ifwe hadn't had a handicap sign, we would have gotten soaked all over by the rain. Finally, we were worried about lining up to cross the border because in the morning we had to wait for one-and-a-half hours. Lucky again, we passed there in only fifteen minutes. What an incredible day. Chan- Wan Tang ••• Talking English (1' Every day I take the bus go to school in the morning. Some time in the bus people talk English with me but me know a little English. How to talking with me is difficult. Gary Leung 6 Happy Day I will write a story about a happy day. One day my daughter was reading the newspaper. She looked at a help-wanted ad with an auto company looking to find a part-time worker. I went to that place with my wife right away and made an appointment with the. boss . After two hours the boss called me. He said that his company had agreed that I would work starting tomorrow. My new job is very easy because it is convenient for an old man to work just five hours every day. The boss will pay me $600 every month. I study English every morning still, so, these days are happy days for me. -Bill Fu 7 Off the Wall On the New Year Last year my family in Vancouver was safe and sound. My life and my health were fairly good. But I'm still depressed because my wife remains in ~y native country, Viet Nam. She still stays there to look after her mother who is old in years and weak in health. When first year I came in Canada, I was not feeling very well. Now I am feel-ing good because I have become used to the weather and the tradition (custom). On the occasion of the New Year, I wish everybody health, prosperity and very Lucky. Ngan Nguyen Off the Wall THE CASTLE Thomas had lived in the village all his life except for the time he had just spent in the great city to the south. He wondered if anything had changed in his absence. Would he know any one? Would the village still welcome him? Would he now be consid-ered an outsider? · His ' thoughts were interrupted when a tall attractive woman sat in the seat across from him. He learned she also was on her way to the village to visit some relations. He couldn't take his eyes off her; she had some sort of hypnotic effect on him. He struggled to preserve his thoughts but he was losing the battle and quite possibly-the war. He couldn't remember what he'd said but he was sure it was babble. The hours passed very qufokly, the conductor an-nounced they would be arriving in the vil-lage in a few minutes. Thomas had forgotten to ask her name. He must act quickly or lose her. She had been so warm, so affable, so witty.What could go wrong?" he thought to himself. Then he saw, the thing he mo~t dreaded to see: a ring on her annular finger. He tried to not show his pain but he was sure it was obvious. When the train reaches the sta-tion, he gives her a curt good-bye and leaves. He glances back as he leaves the train and sees a confused expression on her face. He 8 feels badly about being so abrupt but why .. . didn't she mention her significant other in .·,·,·· . their three hour conversation. "I'm just · , being too sensitive" he thought to himself ·, "in an hour she'll have forgotten she met me." The village is just as he had remembered; three years had not even brought fresh paint to the bookstore. · The only thing that surprised him was the news the castle had been sold. Carnegie castle had been owned by the same family as long as · he could remember. He had known them well, they had always been very kind and generous to him. Everyone in the village had a connec- , . · tion to the castle; either they · worked there or had a relative who did. Without the castle there would be no vil-lage and some say there was a castle before there was a village. There is a rumour that . the first Carnegies came over with Leif The , · · : . · · .. Lucky but this is after all a rumour, th~:. · · · ·/ Carnegies probably came over after Ca_()..:·· · · . · · tain Vancouver like everyone else. · · The castle sits high up on a hill with only a few pitiful trees around it. The walls are high and made of granite. The gates are · of a thick, heavy oak. There are guards at all the gates and they've sworn to protect the castle with their lives. The castle is sur-rounded by hostile enemies led by a mighty . . lord called King Heroin and his aide-de-·. · : · . ·_· camp, Duke Coquette. King Heroin ofte? ' sends his emissaries to recruit people from the village; some refuse, some go, those that go quickly become automatons when they sacrifice their soul to Heroin. There's never a spark of life behind the hollow orbs of their emaciated faces. The castle has gained some fame from famous poets that have stayed there; portraits of Shakespeare, Burns, and Spenser hang in the stairwell. The portraits were painted by an artist once employed at the castle, one Jan Van Rijks. There is also a fantastical story that the brass dome of Carnegie has magical powers. It is said that if you go there late at night under a full moon, you can see fairies, nymphs dancing and singing round the dome . Thor~.as could not verify the veracity of this story since he has spent little time near the dome and none under a full moon. That night he dines at the Four Sis-ters. It is a sumptuous repast: there is tur-key with stuffing, sweet potatoes, brussels sprouts, home made buns and pumpkin pie avec creme glacee. There as also a ready supply of four sisters wine made from their own grapes. The sister's meals were al-ways good and they always had a kind word or smile for everyone . Although the Balmoral Inn is only a stone's throw from the sisters he decides to go elsewhere. He has heard the rumours of guests being robbed and suffering unspeak-able horrors during a night at the Balmoral. He walks to edge of the village and spots another inn. It needs fresh paint and some minor repairs but it has some inexplicable charm. The name had a certain ring to it. The Lucky Traveller, he hopes it will be lucky for him. 9 Off the Wall The next day he awakes and finds an · envelope under his door. It's from the cas-tle. The envelope was sealed with red wax and just below the Carnegie inscription was a latin motto, "Mutatis ,mutandis ,'1 The ne,w owners had changed it for it used to read, "Mors venit, tempus fugit." Thomas tl}inks the original is better. There was nQ Q.ame on the outside of the envelope to identify the sender only the source: Carnegie castle. He opens the envelope and begins to read:-Dear Thomas:-You are cordially invited to the cas-tle to discuss your future employment. I belieye you are familiar with the castle'~ layout so I will not bore you with a lot of superfluous details. My office is open until just after five so anytime before that is fine. cordially, K. McBride Director of Operations How incredible that the castle should learn so quickly of his arrival and so swiftly dispatch an invitation . But an invitation to what and by whom? Employment, what sort of employment? And who is this K. McBride? And what is he to make of the title director of operations, it all sounded very ominous to him. Something out of a James Bond novel but was he going to meet Q. or Blofeld, it doesn't one is as bad as the other. Thomas runs these thought through his mind for awhile but doesn't come to any conclusions. Robert Yaeger. ••• I ( [ / Depository of Childhood Memories A new year - new means a break from the old - the old was a place of origins and previous life, a place of my personal his-tory and the depository of all my previous experience. How can someone break from this? Impossible, but perhaps a change of environment can provide a change in per-spective. So I moved from Richmond where I grew up, where I played in the ditches as a child catching frogs and stickle-back _ fish, where I saw my first and only dragon-fly larva, where I was · sea level from a sandbox to a jellied salad. I moved to a higher altitude nearer the he~ of the city, to Mt. Pleasant. "Mount Pleas-ant,'.' such a gentle designation, words that bring to mind a pastoral scene of peace and tranquillity. Or you could take those words in another way. "Mount" could be a verb suggesting what to do with "pleasant" - an attitude. But this is quite a semantic aside. The point is, I moved. I moved .from "Ditchmond" to Mount Pleasant and · now place that previous life in a new depository. A depository of fond childhood memories. ••• HERE I AM Here lam looking at my dirty clothes. Here lam getting ready to volunteer, Here I am. Do you see me now? Ron Jantzen I take the number three to Main and stung by bees, chased by bul- -~CJ ~ lies, and where I once ran '&~~ ~o2~ e;:0° Hastings I take the number three to away from home. ~ ~~~ ~"''ri-~ Where my parents G ~~ ~~ ~~ S"'~ work. I roll my cigarettes at Carnegie tried to make a ~~ '\)-~ ~f~ ~~~ '\l""1 home for their ~ o\ & ~ ~~ I smoke my cigarettes at work. family. It was there ~ ~c ~~~ that I moved from in 1994. Because I wanted to avoid the inevitable flood, the predicted earthquake, the cer-tain devastation that would trans- f o r m ·this bedroom community lying placidly at I drink my coffee on the second floor I drink my coffee at work. I find a rhythm that pleases me I find a rhythm that works. I trudge up the stairs to the learning center I trudge up the stairs to work. Leigh Donohue 10 . Gondwana - Tin Choi - Catastrophe How it started nobody knows. Ex-cept, of course, me. Those are the parents I want to have in order for me to finish my lesson in life. So I was born by the lake called Stony Lake in a log cabin quite a large size cabin, two bedrooms and a huge kitchen and living area. Lots in my family but we were very happy. Even though we were poor there was so much happening. The day I was born was quite crucial for my mother, but as far as I was concerned everything was so beautiful. My Mother was trying so hard not to cry but she couldn't help it 'cause she was alone in delivering me into this wide, wide world. Our neighbour Mary who lived about a mile away came to help with the after-birth. My dad was so overwhelmed by this beautiful bald-headed baby with the extra little toe that he cried. As time went on I was started to walk and walk I did. My Grandfather and Grand-mother lived only about half a mile away 11 Off the Wall when I first ventured with my parents. I was allowed to walk by myself. It was win-tertime and how difficult it was walking in the snow, but I was able to do it. We got to my Grandfather's place. There was that smell of something cooking. Oh, how in-viting and Grandpa, always there sitting on the floor with out stretch arms. The best times were the storytelling times. It was always during the winter times when these stories or legends were told. One of the reasons they were to be told during the winr ter months when the people were usually indoors but the real reason was these leg-ends were sacred. The stories were not al-lowed to be told any other time for other vanous reasons. There were seventeen children in my family. During the Hungry Thirties my par-ents lost ten children altogether. The seven children that are alive today range in age of sixty-nine (the oldest) and forty-seven (the youngest). In the last forty-nine years my parents have been spared of any deaths of their children. , Coming back to the baby girl ( and she was Grandpa's special One), I was one of the fortunate ones amongst my siblings because my Grandfather gave me my In-dian Name, Golden Fox, Osou Makeesees. I used to hate the name so much. I hoped and prayed that no one will ever find out about it. Today I want to tell the world. I love my Indian Name. Reta Keenatch ••• Off the Wall A TRANSLATION OF A THO SONG We have met at the market. We have exchanged songs. We have understood each other. We have been fine friends, and now you are my sweetheart . I think of you all the time when I go to the rice field or the forest. When I sit down alone near the light of the fireplace, I dream. The flames dance, the light shimmers, and my heart is also excited over you because lovely sentiments arise in me. I recall your enchanged voice, your attractive smile and your nice laugh- . ter. I gaze at the wall. It seems something projects a shadow on the wall and it ap-pears to be the silhouette of a girl. I am astonished that it is you who appears. I want to embrace you, but I feel sad because it is only an illusion. Oh! my dearest love, it is regrettable that you live far from me, separated by a stream. You live at the source of the stream, and I live at its end. Please sing at the sun-set. I implore the breeze to bring me your melodious voice that lulls my heart and plunges me into an enchanting reverie . Every morning, you go to wash your face in the stream. "Nice and limpid water, please keep the portrait of my love and bring it to me. I am very grateful to you because I can see her cheerful face with a charming smile and kiss her." My dearest, I love you very much. No words can express all my love for you. My love comes from the bottom of my heart . If my heart could be opened, you would see your beautiful name written inside . How touching for me your long handshake was when you left the market after the festival! Al-though I cannot see you, you never leave my mind . I hope that the Matchmaker God uses his lovely pink string to unite us soon. Now I am standing at the gate of my village. I implore the rose cloud to send you the expression of my best sentiments of love . (Tho is a tribe living in North VietNam.) Viet Vu Photo by Windy Havens 12 -a.fires Hong Kong and Vancouver Weather I came to Canada because most of Hong Kong's people are afraid of 1997. They want to emigrate to other countries because most people don't believe the com-munists can keep Hong Kong blooming. Although I already left my home city, I still miss Hong Kong. In Canada, we can really feel the 4 seasons. In summer, the days are very long and the nights are short. The temperatures are always 18 to 22 degrees. Most of the days are sunny. The plants and flowers are pretty, so I go on picnics and I usually sit under the trees to read. In winter, the days are very short and the nights are long. It's usually rainy, wet, windy, foggy and some-times snowy. There are 4 seasons in Hong Kong, too. In summer, the temperatures are usu-ally 29 to 34 degrees. The weather is very hot and sometimes there are typhoons. In winter, it is very dry and cold. Hong Kong never has snow. In Hong Kong, the Chinese New Year is one of the most important festivals. They 13 Off the Wall ires have a great celebration and a public holi-day. Most of the businesses are closed. The children are very happy because they can wear new clothes and also can get the red packet lucky money from their parents, rela-tives and friends too. It is a Hong Kong tradition, but they don't do this in Canada. For Canadian New Year, there is only a one-day holiday. Everyone goes to work and the children go to school. However, I like Vancouver because the weather is good. I can breathe the fresh air, and most people are friendly and my children can get a good education. ••• Spring beautiful fresh begin grow play for activity life Lisa Kung Margret Wing Something from Peru I just came from Peru. I like Vancouver, B.C. because very beautiful, everywhere green and fresh air. But I've problem. I can't speak English . I've get my lost, so, I would like to learn English now. In future years, I'll hope speak English better. I brought something from Peru. I brought some money, the Peruvian "Sun God", and some records. John Choo 14 ia,.fires Winnipeg When winter comes, the city of Winnipeg becomes known as the "White City." Outside of the city, it looks a plain white land with white snow covering The roads, covered with snow and ice makes cars skittle, and causes lots of acci-dents. At 5 :00 p.m. the day no longer bright, but dark, when the snows are pouring outside you feel lonely, cold, and happy. . Kids are having a snowball fights, making snowmen or going for a sled at the hill. The adults go for a ride with snowmobiles along the rivers or lakes, and playing hockey. Con Off the Wall To The Faithful Haven The cozy, odorless cubicle . paternal, witnessing entity ' can't anyone take me away from it. In silence testifying intimate actions, unknown to everybody. Loyal, trustful, I want to die in it. . Battered, bruised, aghast from all hardships but always it is my only console!. Happiness, zest, climaxes, but always, it is my only resting pole. So when destiny finally says now, and desperation grabs my throat, it will never, never be f orlom Anthony Moch Above: Reaching out to parents - Strathcona Learning Group 15 Off the Wall --a.fires and went fast through the woods and bush . One day last year before Christmas I along trails and old roads. Then when we went on a plane to Prince George got back to the hquse my niece told her chil-' for a holiday with my brother and dren that Uncle Albert is going to drive the his wife. And when the plane took off the . skidoo so they stayed home then my niece weather was so bad that it was rocking side and I went on the skidoo and lwas driving. by side up and down. I was scared. I We went over bumps and through trails like thought it was going to crash and I would my niece did but I made a boo-boo. I was miss Rika and Sharon because they are so going okay until I went the wrong way and good. But when we got to Prince George went to a hill and my niece said no because my brother and his wife were there sllld they the thing went way up in the air like an air-said I looked good. And when I got to the ship. Boy did we laugh because we were farm I had a nice cup of coffee. And then I thrown off in the snow. When we got back took a walk to the house we told her husband what had around the yard happened and he asked and I was talking did we do damage to the to the two dogs skidoo. He was glad and the two that it was okay and we horses and the were okay and not hurt. cows and one j/rJA-J/4, · ~ But I had a good time bull and he looks like me. But the weather with them. Then my other niece wanted was not too bad when I got there for the me to go up to their place and they live be-few weeks. Then the children came to see hind her dad and mother's place but way in me because they love Uncle Albert, so I took the bush. So one day I walked all by my-them for walks in the field and went to their self and with moose around. But I wasn't place and played games and they beat me scared. If I saw a moose I would bring it and Cole. He got a rocket for Christmas so back to school and give it to Rika or Sharon he took it in the field to show me how it but it would only be the head but they could goes way up and it went way up near the put it on the wall looking at the class and clouds and did it go fast. When it came me. My brother and his wife took me to down they ran to bring it back. And my see some friends that they know and we had niece that lives up near the Heart Highway a beer and wine and a breakfast with some wanted me to stay overnight, and her young other people and coffee. So I had a lovely girl let me sleep in her bed and she slept in Christmas and New Year's. Burp. Sorry. her brother's room. And when I was there So that is my story about holiday Christmas we were watching t. v. and playing games. · 94. Then they got a new skidoo for Christmas and a toboggan and I went for a ride in the tobaggan but my niece drove over bumps 16 Alb ert Anthony ••• Hope for this Year In 1995 I reviewed one thing of the last year. This is an important event. My class has to change many teachers, some-time no teacher came to class. The man-ager to tell us go learning with other class. Although government cut fee of education, we're hope this year have a good fee to learning my English and writing. Tri Tat 17 Off the Wall lVIaking ~entences The way how to make some sen-tence. I always thinking how writing a story, but my knowledge very poor. Therefore, I must improve my English and how to caught the way that I know. Richard Au Off the Wall Jade I first came to Carnegie Learning Centre on Jan 18/94. When I finished my E.S.L. class, my teacher Aneta asked me "would you like to study in the C.L.C?" I answered to her that I would. Then she brought me the Leaming Centre and I School Fun Knowledge Study · play . survey For practice Advance Ada Ly filled out the stu-dent assessment. It was just a med. class at lOam-11: 30am. The teacher's name was Colin Judd. He was a very nice teacher, but he didn't stay a long time. I had a new teacher. His name was Lee. The time my daughter in law · had a new baby so I went to LA to help her. I came back Carnegie Centre in June. Jade 18 On May 26th, 1994, my friend told me that C.L.C. has English to study, so I came in and Mr. Wong asked me to write a few sentences. So he put in Mr. Mikos. It was four hors a day. I found the time was long and the les-son was a bit hard. By that time, I stayed home for three weeks. I came back again and asked Mr. Wong to put me in an easier class. Until now, I am in Wendy's class. I enjoyed myself and learn. Also, I am in Mr. John's class. There were two teachers who had taught me English. They were Miss Lisa and Miss Tame. Lisa has went back to Holland. Miss Tame got a good job now. Sometimes I pray for them. Xi-nian Huang (Left and opposite page): photos taken of "Off The Wali" readings at Learning Centre's 11th year an-niversary celebration. (Bottom): Leaming Centre time line. I came to Carnegie Learning Centre in September, 1994. My goal was to take ESL students, and practice my own tutoring method. The whole situation has worked out . very well. I have really enjoyed the people and activities that have helped me develop my skills. Since I've been here and I thank Carnegie Learning Centre. John I came to C.L.C. in July 1994. Becuase I didn't know English. I needed to come here to sturdy English. I didn't know English before I came to Carnegie and now I speak a little English. I thank the teachers. Some-time I use a little English on the bus. Gary !first came to Carnegie Learning Cen tre a week ago, October, 24, 19~~- I was nervous to come, because I didn't 19 know what it would be like. Now I have met a lot of peo-ple, and I'm not as nervous any more. I want to be a tu-tor, to help people to learn English. I am very new here, and I have a long way to go. I am glad to be sitting with this group today. I feel com-fortable here. Suzanne Off the Wall Waiting For Summer It was a cold morning, rainy and the sky was grey. It made me sleepy. My heart was sinking. I want to do something, but I could not make any-thing. I saw through the window. The leaves was falling from tree. I don't like this, I hope to see sunlight. I hope to go outside. I like spring. I like summer, summer come again please! Alice Yeung 20 My First Poem in English Work Work work. That's my life. One morning, I was told. You are out! bye. Yes. I love my job. but without it, I won't die. I learned how to write: Essays, points. What a happy time. Let the time fly. Life is life . Not neccessary be kind ( to me.) With a positive attitude. I'll struggle till I die. Arnold 21 Off the Wall Life complicated wonderful Live work Enjoy For continuing investigation Experience Julia Touchkanover Off the Wall Alchohol lazy unhappy lonely frighten go crazy dance for making noise dangerous Pereslia Ramfal and Nejaha Yusufa ei .FI ··: ~\ 22 Off the Wall a 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 editing 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 publishing stage you see here. Mikos Lambropoulos, instructor Myself There are six members in my family: my mother, my husband and three daughters, two of whom are twins. My oldest daughter is 18 years old, and the twins are 16 years old. Since we have been in Canada for about one year, we decided we wanted to find a house. We are still enjoying living in this country. On the weekends we go shopping. Hong Kong is a busy city because most of the people in Hong Kong work very hard. The houses and apartments are more expensive than Vancouver, but the houses here are bigger than in Hong Kong. I like the weather in Vancouver more than in Hong Kong. In summer the temperature in Hong Kong is too hot. The people in Hong Kong work very hard for their families . People are very busy all day, so you can see it is very crowded on the streets. My husband got a job in Rich-mond. He works as a machine operator. I just go to the Carnegie Adult Leaming Centre to study my English. I haven't got a job in Vancouver because I want to practice my English, so I enjoy the comfortable life in Vancouver. Meghan Leung 23 Off the Wall Grammar Can Be Fun class Photo by Rika Uto My First Year in Canada I was born in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia and on July 4th, 1993 I came to Canada to get married. My husband lived in Toronto, but I had known him for one year already. My first experience in Toronto was very good. Toronto is a very big and beautiful city. \ I have three sisters and four brothers. I really missed my family a lot when I first arrived in Canada. I depended on my husband for everything. I got angry because I could not communicate with other people iri English. My husband translated everything for me, for example talking to my family doctor, going to the bank and going shopping. I wanted to learn to speak English as second Language, so I could communicate with other people. I started to attend a high school in Toronto where I attended for one semester and I took ESL, English 9, Math 10 and Science. I was doing very well in school until I got in a car accident. I was hurt badly, so I had to stop attending school Soon after the car accident, my husband and I decided to move to Vancouver. We really liked Vancou,ver and my husband got a job working in a gas station. I finally started attending school again where I am making new friends and enjoying school. I really like living in Vancouver because Vancouver has a lot to offer as a city. I am hoping to finish my high school and go to college. When I go to college I would like to take nursing. I enjoy being with, talking to, and helping people . Tetugne Kebir 24 ,\ 25 Family Happy nice Off the Wall · Cook clean laugh .for warmness rich Rannie See --___, Off the Wall Marina's Story Marina was born in Montreal. Her mother came from Gemiany. Her aunt's husband was a ship's -captain . He helped her to come to Montreal by ship. When she came to Canada, she wanted to stay on Montreal because she liked it She has lived there for 40 years. She has two brothers, one of whom lives in Montreal and the other lives in To-ronto. Her father lives in Ontario and her mother lives in Montreal. Her parents live in different cities because they are divorced. She speaks Spanish, German, French and English. She learned Spanish in school. She spoke German at home with her family._ In Montreal 80% of people speak French and . she went to a francophone school. She learned French and English in Montreal. 26 She graduated last year from Univer-sity where she learned anthropology. Marina's hobbies are soccer, c;ycling1 _skydiving and reading newspapers and magazines. She was a Kindergarten teacher . in Montreal from 1982 to 1988 and where she enjoyed working with children. She likes working in the Carnegie Centre. The only thing she doesn't like is too many meet-mgs. I like the way she speaks and the way she acts. She knows how to communicate. Marina's answers to my questions were brief because three people were waiting for her. Marina was sociable and she was very happy to answer any kind of question. She was out-going and I ~idn'thave a hard time asking her anything. She was willing to answer my questions. She enjoys meeting different people and she is kind. Nejaha ••• My Summer Solstice Grandeur, pure grandeur, unadulterated grandeur. Two score of yearning years, a full decade of study and two weeks of travel; it was worth it. The written Word I had partaken, all the pictures, not to mention drawings I had seen, nothing, absolutely nothing compared with the reality of it. I am a traveller, you see. But the upper classes, you know the ones with their noses in the air, they call me the gypsy. It had taken years to plan this one, and now on the holiest of the most holy days, the Summer Solstice, I stood there between the Sun and the Inca summer palace; for once in communion with God and nature. I looked far and deep into the blue skies, I saw what can only be seen once in a lifetime . In that moment one of my orifices weeped and flooded my pants. I didn't care because I had had a communion with my God and the elements. Francis Summer Sun Summer Hot Lazy beautiful bright mce sunny run · drink play Shine burn dry plant grow bloom for happiness for relaxation for travelling cheerful enjoyment enjoyment Stephanie Perelia Ramfal Lo chun Biu 27 Off the Wall FLOW OF NATURE Sea can be different Once in awhile it storms I really can't find the words to say exactly -what I feel today. I took a trip on a river raft, I rather like its calmness To see the people swim The beach twinkles with colours The joyfulness of children The laughs and half -joking songs. The music and the sound It carries me away I hate it when it rains down the Thompson, the Fraser last. The mighty river at times like glass, came to a boil to a thundering crash. The waves the wash, it covered us all, we laughed and screamed we had a ball. Now deep inside me will always be, respect for the Thompson, the Fraser it feeds. It drives me nuts completely. But what am I supposed to do? It's not my jurisdict ion . It touched our hearts as we reached, It's soul, Slava Voronin in a white water raft, in the white water flow ... / Capilano River The nmning water with foam in the stream of Capilano River ... looked like snowflakes running along the pure water Four boys were taking their own risks Kayaking against the rushing water. It reminded me about the spawning of the salmon swimming in the rapids of the Adams River ... The reflec tions of a house was also beautiful. I imagined it would become Bill McGuire . d / / /,-an ice-skating field when 1t snowe . / / ~ / _,/ :// · 1 _ - _,.. .--t-- <./' .,,-Deborah Shum ) 1/ -- ---· ___.-;, ~ --~ - . - · ~ . ---- -- :-:, _.,.. ~ _.,,. - --------.-~--· -----~~----:: 28 ~ Flicker They always visit me, when I was hungry or upset. It became so natural, that whenever I was upset I would look around to see if the birds were looking at me. So birds or other animals possess pre-monition, they acually communicate by feel-ing and emotion. Maybe because I don't speak their languege, I don't understand what they have to say. But obviously they seem to pick up my thought. It is also curious that the birds never came to me when I was happy. So in view of all that, even if it is far fetched, I decide to train my dog according to this principle. Whenever I want my dog to do something, I will visualize the dog doing it while I command it to the dog, e.g., I will see in my mind the dog sitting when I tell it to sit. It doesn't work most of the time. Maybe I should also try that with humans. Who knows, maybe it will work with them too. Let's call it mind over matter ... Francois Lessard ••• 29 Off the Wall Music classic modern Listen love Hate for enjoyment Expression Julia Touchkanover ~ Music of Raindrops Its .a cold rainy day! How nice that and we are gathering together under this glassy roof. We are a group come from dif-ferent places of the world, sharing each oth-er's experience and feeling, talking about one's own story. Listening to the music of the rain drops, time seems to stop at this very mo-ment. We all feel like we're out of the world. People down the road, cars running on the street do not have any concern to us. We all enjoy this moment of silence, listening to the music of rain-drops 'till the etemity. Susan Ng . Off the Wall Stolen Dreams Dreaming, what .are you dreaming of, are they for you only, or do they drift away from the consciousness of one's mind like a very small cloud, that floats through space until they are trapped by a dream catcher, in its web of silver, and golden threads. To be held there in time and space, until whoever placed the traps there, shares your stolen dreams, and they are no longer for you only for you are now shar-ing your dreams with the dream catcher, the hunter of dreams. The mystical man known by some, as Savard, who claims to be the hunter of stolen dreams . At night, by the rising moon, he climbs the highest trees that can be found, to hang his magical rings, with their webs of silver and gold, from the very top of these special trees that he has picked, each and everyone. They are dream catchers you see, like a thief in the night that he be, and by the light of the rising sun he weaves his webs of silver and gold around a magical ring, and with colourful beads on the silver and gold tfueads to attract the stolen dreams, and two or three feathers from the tail, of a wise old owl, hanging from each side of ¢.e magical ring. To wave and float and dance around in the midnight breeze, except for some magic spells that only the dream hunter knows, and he won't tell. And from what I hear this is the way a dream catcher is made, and all this is done by the rising sun in a cottage built by a sparkling stream, just a stone throw away from Piccadilly lane, the place the dream hunter calls home. A half mile away lies the village of Carnegie, a small farming community on the edge of the great deadmen's forest, named 'so because of men that have turned up missing or dead over the years . Don't get me wrong it is a beautiful place, in the daylight hours, but at night it becomes a mysteriously dark and forbidden place. There has been rumours of a buried treasure hidden deep within the heart of the forest. Maybe this is why some people from the 30 village are getting lost in the dark forest, in the pursuit of great riches, some of them may lose their lives over these dreams. If there is a treasure hidden deep within the forest, could it be that the real treasure is a large chest, full of stolen dreams. So, for right now, the for~st has a dark cloud hang-ing over it, with all the strange things hap-pening in it. There is only a few men that have the animal instinct to survive while travelling by night in deadmen' s forest, and the dream hunter is one of them. You are probably saying why does he steal dreams? It is a passion, that has been handed down from father to son for generations, and now it is his tum to be the hunter of dreams. He has other ways to put food on the table. He trades magic potions for who-ever is· aping. He can cure anything from toothaches to warts, but what trades the best was his forbidden potions, like magic mush-rooms and potent magical weed, that is home grown, in the back of the cottage a little ways into the woods. When some of the villagers smoked the magical weed, one of them thought that he could fly, and pro-ceeded to climb to the top of the barn, to try out his new wings, but there were no wings. It was all in his mind. The village elders did not think this to be very funny. They had a meeting and were talking about what to do with this problem. One elder sug-gested burning Mr. Savard at the stake for his forbidden potion pushing, or for even worse, being a Warlock and practising black magic. But this was not to be, too many people from the village, and even some of the elders were too dependant on his magic potions. 31 Off the Wall You can always tell when the dream hunter is p.ome, by the awful smelling smoke coming from his cottage. They say it is the magical weed he smo~es, or the magic mushrooms, whatever one it was, they say when he does them, he can see into the fu-ture, and even fly like a bird to the top of the trees where he set his dream catching traps. But I think these magic potions just make him dream, and if he is not careful someone will steal his dreams, because there is more than one hunter of dreams out there in the forest and in the night, where the dream catcher holds our stolen dreams . Please do not let this tale stop you in your dreams you escape reality for just a little while to do whatever you want to do, or be whoever you want to be, without dreams you would not be able to escape, you would be trapped into being a plain ordinary per-son without a release from reality. So es-cape "the surly bonds of earth and" dream of happier times to come, where we will all walk together, hand and hand, instead of one by one. If there is a moral to this tale, it is not to get hooked on magic potions, and hold on to your Dreams. Oh yes, and rhe writer of this !~le is the biggest dreamer of us aJl. The End. Harvey Ducedre Off the Wall LOOKING AT THE SKY Once upon a time When I was a girl guide I saw an airplane Flying through the sky I wonder what was inside I stared at it with my eyes It moved away from my sight before I said goodbye lvonne Kong Creation of Clay As the clay slips through my fingers I feel the cone start to take shape; it rises above and I can feel the ridges shaped from my hands. Unique. As the wheel turns faster, my fingers glide smoothly over the surface; my mind wan-ders, but - concentration is a necessity. My creation is yet to be known. Summer Kennedy 32 My Path So many objects displayed on our desk where we are taking our lessons of writing poetry with Windy. Looking at these objects, I have the feeling that they seem to be coming from all parts of the world. Some look like pieces of antique, some I really don't know what they are. One of these may be a chamber pot. I just guessed what that is, maybe I am wrong, but anyway, among them the most interesting to me is a compass which is rather important for me, because with that I can find out my right path in my life. An Dung Huynh Speed Thrills As the sky darkened it was for the travel of the moon it was the first time in months that I'd had driven the black monster and its time with me had finally come. The promise had been made if I could work again then I would ride again. As I approached home from the bus ride that evening a thousand different thoughts about the night ride had crossed my mind everything from where were the gloves to wondering if there would be enough gas in the old machine to even , get me to the gas station let alone the two to two and a half hour ride I had in store for myself. I had shone and pol-ished the machine over and over for the last four changed the oil once. Everything · but everything was in the best order it could possibly be. I got home. Yes, the bike is still there. As I walked toward it I knew the feeling I was supressing would soon be overwelming or my hopes would be dashed as I had been just a few· short months ago. Now my shape had trued itself for the next few minutes the excitement now build-ing I went into the house and picked up the battery where it was stored to keep a proper charge. Next out to the trailer to get the helmet and gloves then donning the leather jacket I knew it had to be now. The keys came out of the drawer where I had placed them for safe keeping. The moon was definitely up and as the ig-nition key turned I felt as high hearing it tum over gruph ckoe cough gruph groom, a grumble and then the growl. It was to life. I let it idle for a full 33 minute before even moving that contraption. What-ever it had done to me it had one hell of a good engine and the trickiest transmission I had ever tried to master, each gear with an overdrive that kicked in at about 5400 and skyrocketed to 7800. That was the thing that threw me and that would be the thing that I wou_ld master. Not tonight, maybe not this summer, but eventually. It was running · and running with the smoothness of a nine year old ti-ger, commpletely strong and completely unpre-dictable once it went into the overdrive mode. I drove down this street at least a thousand times and least twice a day for the past five years, prior to the accident. This time taking a little more time than I usually would have done. Being the first time in months, the strangeness of the ma-chine, its vibrations that I once had known better than people know people was now a strange op-ponent, its sound seemed like a low growl instead of something I thought was just an old relic when I first came to buy this machine. That x on the side made it an ex-perimental mode with modifications done to supe it way pass the ordinary. I signalled and turned left then right then left again to the local gas bar, checked the oil and filled the tank with the most expensive gas they had. The town limits were no more than ninety feet away and it would be up to fifty first for awhile until I felt I had the control I wanted. You never really know on a bike. You only pick the options that are available to you as far as road conditions are involved. l thanked the attendant, pulled up to the side of the road and began to accelerate to the thirty , mile an hour speed limit. Then it was up to fifty for about a minute then up I went sixy seventy touch eight and drop it back down to a liveable speed, where one may think and not just react to the con-ditions of the road and space that one was pro-vided with. As I went by the townline road there wasn't a car in sight and the old abandoned gas station had no extra steel on the lot. No cops, noth-_Off the Wall ing but a dry road a full moon and a fast bike. Over the next hill and then next until I had travelled about five and a half miles to the next town here was the bridge I had jumped an earlier season, sixty-five miles an hour to clear the mid section of the struc-ture. I slowed again no'Y hearing ,another bike trav-elling the road at some incredible pace up the same road ahead of me by about a mile and another mile to the right. He was going to do the same thing I -had when I had succeeded in jumping the mid sec-tion of the old railroad bridge. I changed my mind. There on the side of the road was a construction sign reading "road closed bridge out". I slowed even more to where I could it happen or not happen. He was coming through the gears as quick as I ever had on that stretch of road. The whine of the bike was quite loud even at a mile away and as the bike lifted into the air it began a scream for even higher for the following seconds I could my tenseness the ease of muscle as the bike toughed down to the pave-ment again. The soar of the engine now was mut-ing itself to the accustomed rumble of a another street bike. I watch a beautiful jump never know-ing the rider's name . I proceeded toward the en-deavouring to keep within the speed limit now posted at 50 kilometers an hour and then slowing once more to thirty. I passed through the little knomb, rounded the corner and headed back to-wards home for a good night's sleep. My adven-ture -for this day would soon be finished, but the thought of that bike jumping a railway bridge open-ing that was at least thirty feed wide still stays with me to this day. A man with parts, more parts than I' 11 ever have I'd never make a jump like that the gap as I rememb~r looking the this day seemed impossible to jump, land safely, and then just ride into the night. The chromium monster was gone but the memory will always be there. Someone did something I wouldn't. I guess there's lots I won't do, but not on a bike not when you're twenty and the engine is that hot. Speed thrills . As I started the back track home I started using my head instead of hand to move through the rest qf the night. M.McCormack Today is Monday? Oh I don't know!? He seems the same as the day before One step forward and two steps back I feel backed against the door. -Before or after -Now or then Whichever it maybe! Sometimes I can't remember Sometimes I couldn't care less. 'Could be them or could be me. I know I must try Though my life is a mess I'll try and try and try and just maybe I' 11 progress! And sigh sheer happiness! R.S. 34 Not a cat an ant. Aman came by Image telling about monkey, monkey up there! Oh, what is it? What does it mean? The more I learn the more confused !become. But, if Ikeep on opening the gates I will stay free. if there is a monkey, so what? It doesn't matter. Ifl am an ant or a single cell, it doesn't matter. All i need to do is understand myself. Today I felt like a child again commg to the fountain of wisdom, to learn how it is and how to be. Suddenly, I looked into the glassy reflection on the still pool and saw myself. There I was, a free-floating image. When I pinched myself and felt pain, somehow i understood that the image there was really me in a timeless dream. Windy Havens 35 Off the Wall EAST END Vancouver East side is not a great part of the city. Because of the crime this is only part of the problem in this area. The really big issue is prosti-tution and I'm not only talking about Hastings street. It would be unfair to base the problem in one area of the East Side. Drugs is an-other big issue. I could be walking down the street and people would be trying to sell me dope and this really pisses me off. But all it is really sad to see because this probably how these kids were raised. 36 It would be really great to have more community centres in the area. I myself would like to help these people. Because I know there's more to life then drinking and do-ing dope. Community centres are a re-ally good idea. I know this is good because I'm going to the Carnegie Center. This has really helped me in a good way by meeting people and getting involved in different ac-tivities. This is why I say Community Centers would be good for the downtown East End! Mike Bastien ~Pbox Finding the POINT Some strange things you can re-marked. One of them, when you spend a lot of time, a lot of facilities, you go through the numerous obstacles to your point in spite of the times and distances, situations where you are. You have rid of many things and many persons useful and useless only in behalf of the POINT. And when you finally will find yourself at your POINT, you have a terrific feeling that you have no desire to have and to use your POINT anymore. Alexander Dennis 37 Off the Wall Salmon Run Last year I joined a tour to see salmon returning from the sea. They swam up-stream very hard but they did not stop. Some wen~ thrown down and hit by the rocks, even died. Some, though, swam up but all body hurt. Why must they do that? The guide said that they only want to find a good place to lay their eggs. Just like some people work hard whole life but only for their children. Kin Wing ~ The Cultures Vancouver is a multicultural city. There are diverse people living together who are English, Chinese, Indian, Greek, Korean, and Japanese, etc. Most of them are from other countries. Their religions include Christianity, Buddhism, Sikkhism and Islam. Some people pray in temples and others pray in churches. Ethnic races wear different clothes. For example, Somali women are in shawls, Indian women are in saris and Sikh men are in turbans, but most people like casual clothes which are very comfortable, except if they are working in the of-fice. Festivals of religions are also different; Ramadan lasts for one month. It is a very important time for Muslims. During Ramadan, they do not eat or drink between sunrise and sunset. At the end of Ramadan, people celebrate, wearing new clothes and shoes and eating special food. Hanukkah is a Jewish festival. It lasts for eight days. Jews celebrate by lighting a candle each night for eight nights. Christmas celebrates the birth of Jesus Christ. In Canada, families usu-ally get together for Christmas dinner. Many people go to church on Christmas Eve. During Chinese New Year, there are many customs. For example, people say "Gung hay fat choy." This means good luck in the new year. Children get money in little red envelopes. It is called "lai see," or lucky money. It is a custom to wear new clothes and shoes on New Year's Day. Every year there are parades in Chinatown. They dress as dragons and lions. Crowds of people stand on both sides of the sidewalks to enjoy them. In the past, most of the rich people in China and India were polygamists. Of course, others like monogamy because they don't want to have many argu-ments in families, but some Western people, for example, some Mormons, are polygamous, too. Older people like having extended families and young people like having nuclear families. First Nations art is very different from Chinese art. The Chinese art, like sculptures, ceramics, watercolour paintings and charcoal paintings are famous around the world. You can taste ethnic food, Eastern and Western, from different countries in 38 Vancouver. Many Western people love to eat Chinese food a lot. They feel that it's really delicious. You learn about the heritage of others when you live in Vancouver. Every year there is Multiculturalism Week in B.C. It's a time to celebrate your heritage and a good time to learn about the heritage of other people in your community. Educating children to get along well with each other is important. Everyone should learn about how to understand other cultures and to enjoy others' rich and diverse foods and not to be racist. Most of the newcomers living in Canada like to ' know more about local customs, the language, history, educa-tion and especially the experience of work in Canada, so they study in librar-ies, learning centres and schools. In summer, the weather isn't very hot. It's often sunny. In winter, it isn't very cold, but most of the time it rains and sometimes it may snow, but very lit-tle. The transportation is very conven-ient, therefore many older Canadians love to move here from other cities. The architectural beauties of the city are represented everywhere down-town. Some of them are famous throughout the world and others are his-torical. Music, although it is from different countries, is loved by a lot of people. As North Americans, Vancouverites are very lucky. They can stay home to watch t.v., enjoying various sports from around the world in their leisure time. People who know many different cultures can improve their knowledge. Chan- Wan Tang 39 Friendship Friendship is the state of being friends Friendships are the most important relationships in our lives . Friendship is like a slow-growing plant. It takes lots of time and energy. Friendship is very necessary to our good mental health A friend is l;l. link betwe_en two people who care, honor, trust and respect one other. Friends make you feel beter about yourself. Without friends, you can get depressed, you can have stress and you lac}<: care about work; you can start to lack interest. A good friend is one of the best presents God could ever have given us. Friepds are as important as food and water. A good friend is a Godsend. (Different kinds of friends) Acquaintances are persons whom you know slighty, or classmates and neighbours. You dont need to know their names. · Casual friends - They are friends who come into your life because of a special interest or a common purpose. You ineet them by chance, occasionally, as workers in a same office, persons eating together in the cafeteria. Close friends -These are friends you chum around with. You go to the movies with them, you shop with them, you study together with them; you may have no special interests other than talking and sharing your feelings, thoughts, desires, ambitions. You can express different opinions, argue without being afraid you will destroy the friendship. Intimate friends -. He or she is interested in improving your character, in helping you under any circumstances. You can confide in them your thoughts, feelings, ambitions with your intimate friend. Between intimate friends, you can count on, laugh with, cry with, share your emotions. Intimate friends are sincere, genero1;1s, tolerant, understanding. They are teachers, advisers, helpers, all in one. Intimate friends could make sacrifices. They could give up a nice party, an interesting ski week-end to be with you if your mother died, etc. If your intimate friend tells that you have some vice or defect, you should not angry; listen to him rather than pout because he is interested in improving your character with sincerity . If you have an intimate friend, you could have a happier and longer life. Viet Vu 40 :.~Pbox Off the Wall & WHAT IS HYPOCRISY { more lines from the learning center} "The spectacle is not collection of images, but a social relation among people, mediated by images." Guy Debord Hypocrisy seems to be a word that con-jures up fear . Some try to act as though hypocrisy although morally incorrect, is essentially blind in its delivery. Many of these jaded martyrs see mani-fest destiny as an un-fortunate accident or an essential new computer program. I, like many, see these people as pa-tronizing at the best of times and liars at the worst. The disen-franchised, abused and alienated vic-!ims of this ethically abusive and patron-izing attitude know that it is corrupt, self serving and completely op-portunistic. A small but politically powerful class in our society views itself as engaging in severalcolossal Sunday brunches. They claim that the poor or the badly treated are conscious victims of their own misfortunes. "After -all," they exclaim with right- . eous indignation, "these people can findlhems~lves jobs as waiters and waitresses anytime they want." I am angry at the hypocrisy in our society! I am angry at the people who claim to care, but only seem to care about their own personal but comfortable (thank you very much) dilemmas and then have the nerve to pretend they care about oth-ers-it makes me sick! As an institutionally educated whi(e'work-41 ing class male, I have reluctantly learned to em-brace the concept of contradictions in my society. Class consciousness, the women's movement, na-tive rights, school integration, and a host of other basic human rights that people have had to die for, these have been valuable reference points in my life. These rights are not the table top fluff that hypocrites can use while fantasizing about Sunday brunches with their television sets smil-ing simultaneously on five hundred dif-ferent channels. It seems to me that many people are clueless, stupid, arrogant, self right-eous and blissful in _ their own ignorance . To work and share with each other is un-acceptable because their own fears of hy-pocrisy are larger than their understanding of oth-ers basic needs. Fearis???????????????????????????? Something that can ·be overcome when the affirmative culture is seen as ??????????????????????????? Self is much more than ?????????????????????????? Official historical documentations have led to ???????????????? Education is ??????????????????????????? Is the visible world more than property ownership in motion? Leigh Donohue SADDAM EVERY DOG WHO RUNS EVERY DOG WHO CARRIES LEAD IN HIS GUN INTO EVERY SETTING SUN. msT THINK OFF ALL THE INNOCENT ONES YOU HAVE DONE. POWER CORRUPTS THE MAN. TAKE A LOOK AT STALIN AND HIT-LER AND SADDAM. EVERYONE WHO RUNS. CAN'T ESCAPE THE EVIL THOSE MEN HAVEDONE. NEVER IN MY SMALL IMAGINATION HAVE I SEEN THE LIKES OF YOU. NOW WHO ARE YOU? WHAT DO YOU THINKOF WHEN THEY LIE DEAD IN FRONT OF YOU? ' IT'SNOTENOUGHTOCONQUERTHE WORLD WITH REVOLUTIONS OF FIRE. THEY MUST BE DEAD TO EASE YOUR MIND, _ AND FOR FILL YOUR BURNING DE-SIRE. THE FINAL HOUR HAS COME THE FINAL HOUR WILL COME FOR EVERYONE JEWS AND GENTILES KNOW, THAT WE SHALL PREY FOR AN AN-42 SWER AND HOPE IT IMPLIES, THAT WE DON'T HAVE TO QUES-TION, WHY GOOD PEOPLE MUST DIE? JEWS AND GENTILES KNOW, OF WAR AND PEACE AND ALL THE HORROR OF WAR SHOWS, APPARITIONS REVERED. VISIONARIES TELLS US THE TIME IS NEAR, ASK ME JUST HOW I KNOW, CHILDREN FROM MID EAST ,THEY ALLKNOW. SADDAM HUSSEIN WHERE'S YOUR PRIDE? WHAT WOULD YOUR MOTHER HAVE TO SAY? SHE WANTED YOU TO HAVE THE WORLD. YOU JUST WANTED TO BLOW IT ALL AWAY. FLOWERS OUT THERE IN THE FIELD WHO WILL BE YOUR SAVING SHIELD? WHO WILL SAVE YOU FROM THE ASHFALL? TELL ME IS THERE REALLY ANY HOPEATALL? Gordon Steele ~ Health is important to people Wealth, health and happiness are three crucial factors which people always wish to gather. As for me, I just wish to be healthy. If people are having good health, they have strong bodies and -are able to enjoy their lives. Otherwise, if you have a lot of money but you have poor health, then you can not get energy to fulfill a task. How can you earn money? How can you feel happy in your life? Though money is always welcome, a healthy body is more important. "Health is wealth" is a good proverb. Suppose you win a "649" ticket, so you have money but you have to stay in the hospital to have an operation because you are ill. How can you get happiness? How can you normally live your life, including getting enough sleep. If you are healthy then you will have sufficient time to do your work, so then you can en-joy life. There is nothing better than the feeling of looking your best. You must start keeping healthy by not only doing exercises but also eat-ing less meat and being veg-etarian. Let me say again, "Where there is a will, there is a way." Health is the most important thing. Do you agree with that? Maria Lam ••• 43 0 f all the languages in the world, English has the largest vocabulary, according to the Guiness Book of World Records. English is an ever expand-ing language. For one thing Englis_h has only a 26 letter alphabet which of course is ac-cessible to all people regardless of the so-cial class or income rate. I used to go to Chinese school to learn to write Chinese. In that language every time you want to learn to write a new word you've got to learn to draw a new_picture, basically. In China, it seems vocabulary acquisition is directly proportional to the wealth one has. In fact, in the new alpha-bet of the modem day People's Republic of China, called Pinyin, the alphabet is only a fraction of the entire language, thus cutting the common people off from the classics like Lao Tze, Bodhidharma and Mencius. George Orwell in nineteen eighty-f our predicted that the English language would shrink over time for totalitarian rea-sons. Fortunately the opposite is true. English is fun and Guiness also stated that anyone with a vocabu-lary of 36,500 words or over is a genius. And I'm still working on attaining that! The average TV sit-com, newspaper article or radio broadcast hardly goes beyond a grade 5 vocabu-lary! Ironic, huh? Dean Ko • •• Off the Wa11 B B efore Lunch Time Holding a heavy box including a big computer, moving hard on tired feet, sweat is dropping down from my face. I am frowning to bear my hungriness. Lunchtime, could you come faster? I am anxious to relax and get my food. Rainy Christmas Justin People always being like to see a "White Christmas". But we couldn't get it this year. It was rained and rained. At the holidays most large malls were closed so we could not go to the big malls for shopping and sight-seeing . Most of time we stayed at home to watch TV and cook something. Some-times I went to Chinatown to buy some foods ~ During the holidays, some hotels held the dancing party. But they were payable during party and they were very expensive. I couldn't dance so I didn't join the party. I greeted the coming of 1995 at midnight just at home with my family. Sam Gu Better Luck in New Year Last year, I felt upset, because I drove my car on the intersection waiting the traffic light to tum left. When the light tum yellow I started to tum left. Suddenly a car drove very fast and hit my car. Fortunately I felt very safely and I didn't get hurt, but my car was damaged very seriously. I was very angry to ask him why didn't stop when the traffic light was red. He did not care what I said. I felt that he was drinking a lot of wine when the police was coming when I wanted to call police. The police just asked me, "Do you hurt?" I sa,id, "No." And then the police went away. I went to I.C.B.C. to claim my car. But I.C.B.C. staff said, "You were fault, so, you would increase your insurance fee." I felt very angry, because it wasn't my fault. I hope this New Year can give me more lucky and.good future and win 6/49 first prize. , ChuKwong CARNEGIE ADULT LEARNING CENTRE 3rd Floor, 401 Main St. (at Hastings) Vancouver, BC, V6A 2T7 Phone (604) 665-3013 Fax (604) 684-8422 T.D.D. (604) 665-2257 Hours: Mon. to Fri., 9a.m. to 9p.m. ALL CLASSES FREE . 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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