Don’t Call My Name

Jin Schofield (9) – STAFF REPORTER

It’s a mild, overcast Monday, and it’s apparent this year that October is not coming to its typical victorious end. The trees that line the cracked-cement road I stroll along are not mid-eruption in a mane of fiery colours as they used to be this time of year. Rather, they are bare, their brittle branches at the mercy of the howling wind. Even the streets seem more empty than they should be – what should be bustling rush-hour traffic is a single car, its noisy engine groaning as it pushes along the vehicle’s crumbling chassis. I finally reach my bus stop – a lonely glass shelter, casting translucent shadows on the yellowing grass. Funny, I don’t remember any shadows being particularly noticeable on Friday. read more

Being Grateful

Jin Schofield (9) – STAFF REPORTER

It’s sunrise. The sound of screeching birds and the heat of the blazing sun have woken me up. Uganda’s hot, parched climate has stolen one of my younger sisters from my family before, and I will never allow it to again. My mother and brothers are still asleep. By the time they awake, hopefully, I will have returned with some cold water from the village well. I set out from the few wood blocks that make up my humble home and walk barefoot for two miles before reaching the well. This trek isn’t easy, but knowing that with a mere walk, I can keep my family alive for one more day is more than I could ever ask for. read more

New Beginnings

Jin Schofield (9) – STAFF REPORTER

“Knowledge is the beginning.”

We face many beginnings. All on this endless journey for knowledge – for enlightenment, for the fulfillment of our curiosities, and for a better future. As I was stuffing away my worn textbooks into my locker this morning, I pondered about this. I was reminded of my first beginning. Oh, what a bittersweet thought. read more

The Autumn Blues

Jin Schofield (9) – STAFF REPORTER

One can walk among the fallen, crumbling leaves that coat the ground during a regular autumn day and think only of death. Anticipation for a long, deathly winter. You can see this all-encompassing loss of hope not only in the decaying leaves of bare trees but in the animals, even in the weather – everyone seems to be giving up and giving in. Animals begin digging burrows to hide within, escaping the ruthless cold. The blissful visits of daytime grow shorter and shorter. During these autumn months, the sun gradually decides to retire early, leaving the night to arrive for its prey far too soon. There seems to be no motivation in the world – we have lived our lives and there is now nothing but cold and emptiness left in the summer’s wake. read more

A Summer Memory

Jin Schofield (9) STAFF REPORTER

It’s as if I am still there.

I remember gazing over an empty plot of land – nothing but flat, glistening stone for hundreds of meters. Seated under a scrawny tree, I savour the tiny amount of shelter provided to me from the blazing sun. As I stare out across this vast blanket of stone, I marvel in this monument’s prominence – significance one might say rivals that of the Parthenon, the Great Wall, and the Pyramids. read more