Duke of Ed Silver Trip: Long-Lasting Memories

Note:  This blog was written some time ago and was never published. The content remains relevant. Enjoy!

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Friday, November 2 kicked off the Duke of Edinburgh Silver trip at Camp Nominingue for 15 grade ten students and three accompanying staff. Though there were a few bumps along the way (literally, considering two bags fell off the bus and went missing on the way up) altogether it was an unforgettable experience. The two and a half hour bus ride up to the camp gave us a great opportunity to bond with the people we were to be spending four days and three nights in the woods 2012_2013_Duke_of_Ed_Fall_Trip_107with. Other than the cold weather forecast, the fact that we were to sleep in tents and prepare our own meals, we had no idea what to expect.

When we first arrived, we were faced with a giant field in the middle of the woods which was where we were to camp out. We got our bags and tents and began to assemble our living spaces in our groups of two or three. We had a great meal of pasta and salad sitting around our first fire that we made with a little difficulty. Our first activity of the trip consisted of a long walk in the dark around the Camp Nominingue grounds. We ended our night by individually listing the high and low point of our day.  Despite shivering in our sleeping bags at night and waking up to frost around our tents, it was a great way to start off the trip.

The two full days that followed were filled with multiple activities that kept us entertained throughout the day. Alongside three course meals that were prepared by each tent group, hot chocolate and snacks, we were ready to go on our excursions. Our second day adventure consisted of an hour and a half long hike through the woods. We came across a bear skeleton, a carnivorous plant and walked on marshland. That night we ate pirogies and enjoyed another walk across the campground.

Our third day activity was a canoe ride along the lake to another island where we hiked up to a peak with an absolutely phenomenal view. We ate lunch on the island and spent most of our day singing songs on the boat and getting a great bicep and triceps workout along the way. That night, we ate and preformed our entertaining skits for the talent show we had been “preparing for” since the very beginning. We finished our night off with another walk in the woods, but this time, in single file and in complete silence. At the end of the walk, we lay dispersed throughout another open field and watch the stars above us. The walk overall didn’t go exactly as planned with a few kids getting lost along the way, but when we were all reunited we shared a long laugh and more hot chocolate.

We participated in many smaller activities throughout the trip such as building lean-tos, splitting wood, making fires, and a few team management activities on the last day.

By the fourth and final day, we were all excited to take a warm shower and be home to our families, but at the same time, sad to be leaving. We left our campground with long-lasting memories and a better appreciation of our privileged lives. I highly recommend all students in younger grades take a bigger interest in the Duke of Ed program and definitely partake on the Silver trip.

Thank you very much to Mrs. Wall, Mr. Weiland and M. Maurice for making this “dreaded” trip fun-filled and enjoyable. – Vikki Van Ryswyk ‘14

Le blog du MS Pride: Candy Grams Support Madagascar in My Heart

Blog_MSPride_CandyGramsAs the Activities Heads for Middle School Pride this year, Alyssa Obrand ’16 and Julia Garfinkle ’16 have been quite successful with the activities held so far. In total, $275 was raised after the Halloween candy raffle, the knockout tournament, the Halloween costume contest and the Halloween episode of “Modern Family” that was shown at lunch recess.

In the spirit of Valentine’s Day, an activity called “Candy Grams” is being held this week. Candy grams are notes that are bought by Middle School students for the purpose of writing a message to another student of their choice in grades 7 and 8. The notes can be anonymous (or not). They cost $1 each and attached to the note is a piece of chocolate! All money raised will be sent to the foundation Madagascar in My Heart, along with the money collected from previous activities, to bring educational opportunities to underprivileged children of Madagascar and help brighten their future.

À ce jour, notre expérience de leadership a été magnifique. C’est un excellent apprentissage. Nous sommes très fières des efforts investis pour faire les activités et de l’argent collecté pour cette fondation. Nous croyons que nous faisons un bon travail tout en maintenant l’intérêt des étudiants et en créant des activités amusantes et originales. C’est un privilège d’avoir la chance d’améliorer les expériences des étudiants du Middle School.

Nous espérons planifier les activités suivantes: vente de biscuits, plusieurs activités dans le gymnase, projection de nombreux films et plein d’autres encore!

If you have any questions, comments or suggestions of activities you would like us to plan in the near future, please do not hesitate to contact either one of us by sending us an email at [email protected] or [email protected]!

Merci! Thank you! We look forward to hearing any thoughts or ideas on how to make your Middle School experience more fun and enjoyable!

Thinking About Gender

Blog_Gender_05Feb2013Over the past several years I have been struck by how few young women – or young men for that matter –feel true affinity to the “F” word.  I am not thinking about our teens’ tendency to use foul language. Rather, I’m thinking about a term that seems to have become almost dead, but certainly outdated amongst the young: the word “feminist.”  In the past several years in the classroom and at student leadership conferences, young women 14–18 years old have been frank with me on this topic.  They’re not feminists; they contend that’s just for radicals.  Today’s teens see gender equity as a given, as part of the new normal their mothers and grandmothers fought for on their behalf.

I bring this up because this past week marked the 50th anniversary of a pivotal book in the feminist movement.  The Feminine Mystique was written in 1963 by American, Betty Friedan. It was a lightning rod for frustrated wives and mothers and was an inspiration to a whole generation of feminists who were proud to wear that label. The 50th anniversary has sparked interesting articles in the mainstream media and much discussion.

Reading and listening to some of this discussion in recent days made me think about LCC students today.  Only 20 years ago our school was available only to boys, and in my view, becoming coed in the mid 1990s was a brilliant decision.  I speak to alumni and community groups all the time and remind them that many independent schools in Montreal remain single sex.  I believe adopting a coed learning environment simply helped to make LCC a more progressive and improved school.  Although our students probably rarely think about it, a coed environment is a powerful learning platform. It’s a key part of their daily curriculum –the sharing of ideas, perspectives – the capacity for girls and boys to collaborate, debate, agree, disagree and learn together shoulder to shoulder.  It’s a real world experience, part of what I refer to with alumni and parents as the “coed advantage.”

Let me back up for a moment and present you with the Webster dictionary’s definition of the word “feminist.” It is defined as “the theory of political, economic and social equality of the sexes – with a focus on organized activity on behalf of women’s rights and interests.”

From a historical point of view, some of us could name a couple of so-called “first wave” of Canadian feminists like Nelly McClung and Emily Murphy who around 1915 worked at gaining women the right to vote and hold public office.

American women such as Betty Friedan and Gloria Steinham were part of the so-called “second wave” of feminists who concentrated on women’s reproductive rights and parity in the workplace in the 1960’s and beyond. And here we are today where teenagers regardless of gender generally believe that gender equity has been achieved. No need for feminists. Perhaps that’s a good thing.

However, I thought I would check some facts. Is gender equity really such a slam-dunk?  Is gender equity actually a practical reality across modern Canada? I consulted recent Statistics Canada & Status of Women Canada documents and discovered some interesting data:

Education & Employment:

  • Women at post-secondary institutions in Canada are dominating. They represent 56% of all registered students and represent almost 60% of graduates
  • Among all Canadian 25-34 year olds, 26% of men hold a Bachelors degree or higher, while 34% of women hold a Bachelor degree or higher (a notable 8% difference). But note only 15% of women held degrees in 1990.  This has more than doubled in 22 years.
  • In the workplace, about 9 million women are employed – more than double the number in 1976. Two-thirds are still in traditional female occupation: nursing, teaching, health, clerical, sales or services.
  • 73% of women with children are employed vs. only 39% in 1976 – a huge societal shift.
  • But despite these notable changes, women still only earn 83% of every dollar earned by a man, but that’s been on the rise for the past 20 years when it was only 75 cents.

One of the ongoing challenges for men and women in a world where there is more equity and opportunity in the workforce is the status of the family.  Clearly, the balancing act of work and family is challenging for all. Census and research data show some interesting trends here as well:

  • Women are having fewer children in Canada and later in life.  In the 1960’s the average woman had her first child at 23, now it’s at 30 years old.  That same woman was likely to have four children, now it’s less than two on average.
  • There are now more single parents than ever, but four times as many are households headed by women than men: 1.1 million vs. 280-thousand men in 2010.
  • In addition to full-time work, women still seem to take on the greatest burden of rearing children: more than twice as many hours a week (51) than men (24). The same trend applies to housework and caring for aging parents. Women still account for twice as much effort in those domains, despite working full time.

Another category that warrants mention is the dark reality of family violence and spousal abuse. It’s a fact of life that needs our attention. Yes, it is a gender issue as in almost 100 % of the cases, women are victims.  Unfortunately, the number of women’s shelters in Canada has grown since 2000 (now 600).  On any given day, they house about 5,000 women, with one-third (1/3) as repeat visitors. This sad state of affairs is everyone’s problem.

A week ago a new premier was named in Ontario, making 6 of our 10 provincial leaders women, including the Premier of Québec, Pauline Marois.  This is an interesting trend given that only 25 % of all members of our federal parliament are women, ranking us as 16th in the world.

So what does this all mean?  In short, gender issues are complicated. I certainly believe that we have moved toward greater gender equity in recent years.  However, the topic of gender roles is messy and rarely obvious.

I’m a feminist. But maybe today that’s an odd generational statement by a man or woman.  I don’t think teenagers need to label themselves as feminists.  However, our students have the benefit of being in a coed school preparing for the realities of life in a coed world.  I think they owe themselves the opportunity to investigate and discuss some of the topics and issues I’ve outlined here.  They’re important and sometimes difficult. Ultimately, I hope that where it matters most, LCC students and LCC grads will do what it takes to defend gender equity and social justice where it matters most.  —Chris Shannon, Headmaster

South Africa Exchange: Experiences & Perspectives

I made the U-15 St Stithians’ basketball team, which means that I can spend my afternoons playing basketball in the sun. There are really worse ways to spend one’s afternoons.

On Saturday, January 26, I play my first basketball game for St Stithians, against St. Peters. Saints win. Later on that day, Dirk, Rickus, Jessica, and I go camping and 4x4ing. It is amazing!  We set up camp in a gorgeous site, and then, South African-style, I am handed a pellet gun, a .22, a shotgun, and a 234 hunting gun. We shoot cans, targets, and clay pigeons, known to us as clay disks. The Canadian in me cannot help but think of NRA debates. I am forced to reflect on the dangers of giving a gun to any boy. It is heady stuff, and I shamefully admit that it is regretfully easy to forget all my previous reservations about holding real guns when I hit my first clay pigeon with my first shot.  If, as I suspect, my career in basketball is cut short, I’m going to the Olympics for shooting discs.

Later that night, we make a campfire and barbecue for supper. It is so cool. I cannot believe I’m on this exchange. The next day, we go to the stream and swim.

And then tomorrow back to school. –David Elbaz ’15

South Africa & Boarding: Feels Like Home

Flag_of_South_Africa.svgHello again from beautiful South Africa. I say “beautiful” because it is astoundingly beautiful. I cannot get used to the beauty of the place. It makes me stop in my tracks  and a dozen times a day, I have the urge to take out my- especially-bought-for-this-trip-camera. I don’t of course, partly because I’m lazy like that, and partly because I know that there is no way I can hope to reproduce in a picture what I see.

So I’m off to public school. Rickus and I have attended the welcoming tea for students and parents. We are the only two in uniform, and I hope that this is not a sign. People at the school are, extremely welcoming. We sit outside, and it looks more like botanical gardens than a school. I think I’m going to like it here.

I ‘m not going to lie. I’m a little nervous. Benjamin, exercising his right as older brother to torture me, has insisted that I watch, before my departure, every movie ever made about life in boarding school. I have watched them, a little like one watches horror movies, with a sick fascination. So really, I’m just a little apprehensive about this next stage of my South African experience. I really have wasted my time worrying however. Boarding school is so much better than I even hoped for. I hate calling it an experience (which of course it is), because it is so much more enjoyable than what the word “experience ”brings to mind.

In boarding school, there is not a moment in the day that is wasted. Lights are out at 9:30 but the day is so full that I don’t even mind. Of course, we are also woken up at what is for me the crack of dawn (6 am by a bell that makes me feel that I am in the army and that scares me every single time. It is nothing like the army (at least, what I imagine army life is).

Life at St. Stithians is structured, which I love, but it is also warm and relaxed, and I feel at home. There are two boarding houses. Mine is Mount Stephens, and I surprisingly feel an immediate propriety pride. There are sports in the afternoon, and a full 1.75 hours for prep, which just means that for a full hour and forty-five minutes, I have to do homework. No Facebook minutes allowed, no emails, no phones. It’s amazing what one can do with a little less than two hours of concentrated work. I have finished, in less than a week of school, six French and English books. In other words, I realize that back home, I am totally inefficient and less focused than I claim to be.

I am put in several grade 10 AP classes, which fills me with totally undeserved pride. I mean, I am taking AP Afrikaans and AP Accounting, as well as AP Physics, of course only courtesy of my overachiever friend, Rickus. I definitely feel some pressure to keep LCC’s side up. It’s enough that as a somewhat short Canadian in a land of giant and unbelievably athletic South Africans; I will have to work doubly hard on any athletic field. I really don’t want to embarrass LCC in the academic fields. I hold my own in math (thanks Ms. Saunders and Mr. George), but I am going to have to switch out of accounting. I have to choose between IT and French: either another class where I will once again be faced with my ignorance and a class which will no doubt be too easy, but where I can raise my stock a little. OK then, French it is.

Being in a foreign country really means feeling ignorant a dozen times a day. I know very little about SA history or geography. On the other hand, I have just realized that Canadian history is NOT the history of the world, as I had somewhat vaguely thought. Here, no one “se souvient de la conquête,” and no one is familiar with the PQ, the language police, or even –imagine that- our 10 day war with the US back in 1812. It is all very humbling.

St. Stithians is FUN. There are competitions between houses, and games, war cries, and “kidnappings” of lowly grade 8s. There are friends, lots of friends, and St. Stithians is more diverse than I had thought. I made friends with two Columbian students.

Friday afternoon, Rickus and I go back home- and yes, that was a slip of the tongue, but really, it says it all. On Saturday, January 19, we visit the Maropeng and Sterfontein caves in Gauteng, which are called the cradle of Humankind and which are classified as World Heritage Sites. There are hominid and animal fossils, which date back more than 4-million years. I feel totally insignificant, and young. They force me to rethink my importance in the world. (I will have to call my parents very soon to restore my feeling that I matter tremendously). It is all very wonderful. Unfortunately, there will be no pictures to document my visit for posterity. Hannelie’s pictures got erased when uploading, and I, well, I did not take pictures.

Sunday. January 20. Rainy, and homework. Lots and lots and lots of homework. LCC and Saints homework. More homework. I have to tell you that homework in any country is just homework.

And so ends my first week at Saints. –David Elbaz ’15