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Hangyul Lyna Kim
Editor-in-Chief
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Table of Contents:
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Embracing the Flutter
Meri Khnkoyan, Grade 11
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Grey Spring
Hanna Stimmel, Grade 10
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Sleep
Hangyul Lyna Kim, Grade 11
Quicksilver
Cindy Xie, Grade 10
“Um, hello?”
“...”
“Okay, uh, can I talk to you about the Olympic
Games?”
“...”
“What’s your opinion on curling?”
“Go…Away…”
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La Parad(oj)a / The Stopped [Idea] (Paradox)
Oomi Pammit, Grade 11
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Friendship
Adam Karelin, Grade 12
I met Roger at the park, past the old fence near the
water fountain. He was wandering, lost, same as I. After
exchanging passing glances, Roger and I continued on our
separate paths. Had it not started to rain - by the auspices
of serendipity and good fortune of shared fate - Roger and I
might have never met again. But as thunder started roaring
in the distant sky, Roger was markedly disturbed. And so,
I invited him to stray off our disparate meanders and con-
verge our paths towards my apartment. I lived, as I do now,
in the 24th apartment on the 25th floor of the tallest building
of 26th street. Roger and I had only to pass two blocks from
the park before we reached the elevator of my building’s
lobby. We stepped inside and quickly I discovered that
Roger detested elevators. I found this aversion rather strange
but decided to oblige my newfound friend, and directed him
towards the stairs, which I myself climbed with him. After
27 minutes we reached my apartment (Roger took a break
to admire the fire extinguisher on floor 14). Upon entering,
Roger immediately made himself at home. He curled up
on the couch as though it had been his home his entire life.
Frankly, I admired his decisiveness, as it was a trait I often
lacked. That first night we went to bed amidst the tidings of
the storm, eagerly awaiting the morning petrichor. We went
outside at half past seven and wandered back to the park
where we first met. He found a damp, frayed tennis ball
on the grass near the water fountain. Eagerly, he nudged it
towards me. I tossed. He fetched. And our friendship thus
began.
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The Sentinel
Jack Standish, Grade 12
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Felix Bulwa, Grade 12
Out of Bounds
Ben Schall, Grade 12
Can you hear the scream that wraps around the nape of your neck
swirling the hair stealing the silence?
It has kept me company
In this land without shape,
this lineless plane of color and sound.
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The Magnitude Staff—Spring 2018
Special thanks to Felix, Rio, Ben, Franklin, and everyone who stepped
up to help finish this semester’s edition of The Magnitude.
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