Le Témoin de la Transformation
Je ne me souviens pas trop de l’opération, celle qui m’a écartelée en m’apportant un spectre de douleur incommensurable. Je suis chanceuse d’avoir survécu. Maintenant, je vis entourée d’eau, mais je ne nage pas. Je fais face à tous les éléments sévères qui détériorent ma surface. Certains croient que j’ai subi une métamorphose puisque j’ai changé de couleurs en vieillissant — une transformation de l’automne au printemps. Pourtant, je suis toujours la même à l’intérieur. Dans
Political Polarization in America
As many rejoice in the newfound political success of the Democratic party, millions others feel alone and devastated following the election of Vice President Joe Biden, a stark political contrast that will pose significant difficulties to the upcoming presidency. Tuesday November 3rd. A day of turmoil, of stress, and of worry that would decide the fate of the world for the following four years: the general election of the United States of America. uch of the world stopped to
Why is Being Multilingual Helpful ?
Historically, being multilingual was considered to be a handicap or disadvantage. Due to flawed studies, it was believed that having to switch and distinguish between multiple languages while speaking, writing, and so on consumed an excessive amount of energy and slowed down the mind. Although these beliefs are valid to a certain extent in terms of difficulties differentiating between languages, we now know through more recent research that multilingualism is much more helpfu
Commuting is hard. Especially when having to do it every day, to and from school, an hour each way. Many students have to do this, particularly the Mississauga kids. I should know: I’m one of them. I have to get up before 6 to be ready to drive to the West Campus to board the bus at 7, (despite the new start time for Level 1 and 2 students). It’s especially hard going to school so early knowing our precious sleep time is wasted sitting at a desk staring at our phones. And wha
There was an unmistakable sound behind him. Max swung around… Even before he heard the noise, he knew what it was. He had been suspicious that someone was following him home the entire night, but he refused to acknowledge it. Max scrambled to hide behind a garbage can nearby, and he took out his phone to dial 911. “H-hello?” said Max, in fear, “My name is Max, and I am being followed by someone with a gun.” “Okay, stay calm,” replied the voice on the other end, “What are