By Makena Behnke
she lives in a kingdom she created by herself
no one had the courage to climb the walls she built
and when one did
she
shot
him
down.
–whether she wanted to or not.
Editor: Peter Kadel
The Bird is the Word: Sophisticated Schoolyard Shenanigans
By Makena Behnke
she lives in a kingdom she created by herself
no one had the courage to climb the walls she built
and when one did
she
shot
him
down.
–whether she wanted to or not.
Editor: Peter Kadel
By Brennan Nick, Blogger and Lawyer for the PVS Mock Trial Team
Many of our high schoolers, nearly 15 in fact, are competing in the California Mock Trial Competition. Our first competition is today, Thursday, February 8, at the Indio Courthouse. Mock Trial is, as the name entails, pretend court. This year’s case involves defendant Casey Davidson who is accused of murdering victim Alex Thompson. Today, we role-play as prosecution against the team from Indio High School who will litigate against us as the defense. Our job? To prove beyond reasonable doubt Casey Davidson is guilty of murder. Wish us luck!
Editor: Claire Jenkins
By Harlow Berny
Hello, Palm Valley Community! This is an announcement to the Upper School teachers and students for the 2nd annual PVS Cultural Potluck this Friday! Over 25 people have signed up to bring a dish to the Potluck that either comes from their family, nationality, or religion. Just as a reminder for those bringing food, you need to 1) send an email to Jordan Dinerman confirming that you will bring a dish, 2) bring enough to serve small portions to at least 15 people, and 3) attach a piece of paper with your name, the name of the food you brought, a list of ingredients (since some people may have allergies), and where the food is from (family recipes, culture, religion, etc.). If you bring food for the Potluck, then you will be at the front of the line to eat.
Editor: Peter Kadel
We welcome Leo Milmet to the Blog Staff. Previously, Leo contributed as guest reviewer. More Leo reviews are to come. Today, he debuts with a poem. Leo says of the topic “Giving Back,” This is really something I believe in. The poem also serves as a submission to the Desert Youth Town Hall poetry contest honoring upcoming speaker Caroline Kennedy. The contest’s theme is “Giving Back,” named for Ms. Kennedy and her extended family who exemplify a dedication to public service and its impact on individual citizens.
By Leo Milmet
Why give back? Not because you should but for
Love of your fellow humans. Helping those
in need makes me feel good. I love all people.
All should be helped. Why? Imagine you were
a person in grave terrible need, then helped by one with a golden heart,
who clothed you, fed you, generously gave you enough to survive just one more day.
You would be happy. You would be grateful for their generosity.
Why? Maybe because they saved you from something,
or at least tried to. The golden-hearted person showed love for a fellow
Human being, a beautiful person inside, like all of us are.
Empathy. Life. Humanity. Compassion. Love
for your contemporaries on this planet.
You don’t want them to leave forever, so help them.
Editor: Peter Kadel
By Anonymous
Dear future me,
I hope that you’re okay.
I hope that you haven’t given up
and that you’re still alive.
I hope that you’ve started living,
rather than just surviving.
I hope that you keep your imagination,
but you change the things that it conjures.
I hope that when you look in the mirror
you see something beautiful.
Editor: Peter Kadel
By Makena Behnke
if you’re too punk for the pop kids or too pop for the punk kids, give these a listen*
There are seven Punk Goes Pop compilation albums. Interested? Go to punkgoes.com or Spotify or YouTube.
*intro taken from “Figure Me Out” by The Summer Set*
Editor: Shelby Armor
By Claire Jenkins
The Upper School ASB is selling Candy Grams all week (February 5th-9th) at $2 for one bag of candy or $5 for three. ASB representatives are also selling–for the first time available this year–Barbershop Quartet songs. You can send a Barbershop Quartet song to a friend, romantic interest, or yourself. The song is just $5, and you can send a friendship or romance song. All proceeds go to your Upper School ASB!
Edited By: Brennan Nick
By Shelby Armor
I’ve always been a lover of pens. I choose my pens carefully based on the type of pen, the thickness of the pen, the smoothness, the type of ink, etc. And I’ve recently fallen in love with an entirely new yet old kind of pen: fountain pens.
Both of my parents used fountain pens when they were young, and it’s still used in Europe today. But in America we’ve let it die out. We now settle for more efficient roller-balls and ballpoint pens that may last longer but ultimately provide a horrible writing experience. The ink doesn’t flow as consistently. And to many, this doesn’t matter, perhaps that’s why we rely so much on ballpoint pens. But fountain pens have such an elegant vibe to them. Their perfect way that the ink flows from the pen, the sleek look, and the overall effectiveness make the fountain pen ultimately superior.
The ink just seems to flow from the pen. It’s something that I appreciate most from fountain pens. When writing, you get such a smooth line. It’s really the most lovely part of the pen. In addition, fountain pens just LOOK so amazing. They have an elegant and sleek look to them that is ultimately unattainable with other pens. From the spiffy exterior, to the beautiful metal nibs, there’s just nothing to not love. And fountain pens are just very effective as well. When buying one pen, there are two options. You can either get an ink well or cartridges. I personally use cartridges, as that is the more modern and efficient form. When using cartridges, you simply have to unscrew the pen to replace the cartridge every two weeks or so.
Many people argue that fountain pens are not cost effective, but I tend to disagree. My personal favorite pen is the Pilot Metropolitan Fountain Pen. (https://www.amazon.com/Pilot-Metropolitan-Collection-Fountain-91111/dp/B00KRPFD96/ref=ice_ac_b_dpb?s=office-products&ie=UTF8&qid=1517543300&sr=1-4&keywords=pilot+metropolitan+fountain+pen) The price ($15) may seem slightly unreasonable for a pen, but consider the lifespan of the pen. The pen comes with a cartridge already, and the cartridges can be replaced for years. You would go through SO MANY ballpoint pens by that time. Considering that a pack of 12 cartridges is $4.79, that’ll last you for six months.
My ultimate verdict is that fountain pens are dying out when they really shouldn’t be. They are a beautiful writing utensil that is underappreciated.
Editor: Peter Kadel
By Claire Jenkins
When Claire fired the following bolded words at a select pool of respondents, she got the following answers. What would psychologists say? What would you say?
Female:
innovative
pink
brave
pretty
height
fashion
dress
Eve
Male:
ignorant
kind
controlling
tall
shoes
train
suit
Adam
Smart:
science
children
glasses
tall
math
Einstein
lightbulb
women
Dumb:
sad
willpower
blonde
none
wood
brick
Barbie
rock
Future:
bright
bleak
nonexistent
scary
watch
car
space
broken
Past:
important
mess
ugly
scary
gift
bone
1800’s
wrong
Present:
fleeting
falling
beautiful
fun
crying
essay
Trump
tiring
Alone:
surviving
sad
me
fun
cat
sad
freedom
always
Community:
thriving
bridge
friendly
YMCA
mold
gate
Palm Springs
belong
Edited By: Peter Kadel
Retold by Harlow Berny
Centuries ago, in a long forgotten kingdom, there was a poor and widowed peasant woman with two young children — but only one was still alive. The young son had died before his little sister was old enough to remember him. With no man in the house, the mother worked as a seamstress while her daughter, once she reached six years of age, went to work chopping logs to sell.
One winter morning, the daughter was about to head home with seven logs, when she realized that they were too heavy for her. As she was leaving with only three logs, a well-groomed boy, seemingly no older than her, appeared before her and offered to help carry the other four. The girl happily accepted his help and called her mother to meet the boy when they arrived at her home. The mother came out as her daughter called, but she only found her daughter waiting for her, no boy. The mother assumed that the daughter was talking of an imaginary friend and went back to sewing.
The next day, the daughter came home with a flower bud that the boy had given her, saying that the boy would return once the flower bloomed. The mother laughed and placed the bud in a cup of water, thinking nothing of it. A week passed. One morning, the daughter did not leave her bed. The mother, concerned, went to the daughter’s room to wake her. When the mother pulled the covers off of her daughter’s bed, she found the daughter was cold as stone, yet bearing a warm smile. That same morning, the flower bud bloomed into a crimson rose, and the water turned to blood and overflowed from the cup, like how the blood of the son had flowed from his head when he fell on his axe while chopping logs for his mother.
Editor: Shelby Armor
A Re-Telling of Grimm’s