Student Writing

By Wednesday La Plante
University Hill Secondary School, Vancouver
Grade 12

I dreamt once about a cove
This place I’ve been before
Floating far above high waves
Inside the bobbing submarine
Clicking through the air
Ticking machinery unfurled
I came upon a sight—

Wednesday, a talented visual artist as well.

A mouth wide and gaping
Black, opening monstrous
I plunged into the dark quaking
Into the water I did swim
Dark and sweet, soft things my skin did skim
They pushed me unto a bank
For this, them I did thank
I had a dream about some bones
The water murky and green
The sea frothed and swirled
I felt my spine curled
Gliding through this hidden world
I had a dream about a shore
Chrysalides crunch underfoot
Set off at a burst, fly and sore
Among hollow caves I will weave
Until slowly drifting to a slow warmth, stop
Nestled inside this dream
I felt my spine curled
Ephemeral jelly world
Dull glow beneath the waves
I felt my spine curled
Excerpt from Mall
By Jimmy Zhang
University Hill Secondary School

A nostalgic smell of fresh cinnamon bread circles the insides of my nose the minute I enter. A slight tilt of the head to the right and the origin of the essence can be seen. A cozy little doughnut shop brimming with the usual customers. A thick wall of sound from the droning people walking in every direction barrages my ears.

I catch snippets of conversation: “Oh look the new spring fashion is here” and, “What should we get Johnny for his birthday?” The beauty of these moments envelops me as I gaze at the plethora of stores, noisy pet shops, unorganized clothing boutiques, quiet book emporiums. Yet the whole line of shops forces the swarm of shoppers to this place rightfully declared a haven. A place where people of all ages can sit and talk amongst themselves while enjoying meals that differ from small salads to the guilty pleasures of enormous and fattening burgers with obscene amounts of fries and topped off with an icy beverage.

This is the haven named “Food Court.” It is where children run and play despite the constant protest of mothers with bags and bags of clothes they will only wear once. This is the place where the familiar phrase “may I take your order” reins king.