Échange en Afrique du Sud – Journal #4: Je suis un Touriste !

2014_2015_StudExchane_AVandenb_StStiths_013Hier, le 31 janvier, j’ai vécu une longue journée en explorant plusieurs musées de Johannesburg avec Abby Shine et deux de ses amies.

D’abord, nous sommes allés au Musée de l’apartheid dans le sud-ouest de la ville. Après avoir acheté nos billets, nous avons été étiquetés comme soit « blanc » ou « non blanc,» ce qui déciderait quelle porte nous traverserons pour rentrer dans le musée. Étant un
« blanc, » je suis entré par la porte désignée pourles « blancs » et j’y ai vu un collage d’anciennes cartes d’identité des personnes blanches datant de l’époque d’apartheid. À travers une barrière qui nous séparait des « non-blancs, » j’ai vu les cartes d’identité des personnes noires. Ces personnes devraient apporter leurs cartes en tout temps et devraient obéir à un couvre-feu tous les soirs. Parfois, des noirs allaient brûler leurs cartes en rébellion, mais ils étaient arrêtés immédiatement.

À l’intérieur du musée, j’ai appris beaucoup sur Nelson Mandela et ses efforts pour combattre l’apartheid. Le savais-tu qu’une professeure a donné le nom Nelson à Rolihlahla Mandela quand il s’est présenté à son école méthodiste à l’âge de sept
ans ? À la fin de la visite, nous avons eu la chance de placer un bâton coloré dans un genre de sculpture troué, ce qui symbolise qu’on suit dans les pas de Mandela !

Ensuite, nous avons traversé la rue pour visiter Gold Reef City, un parc d’attractions qui a comme theme une mine d’or, étant donné que Joburg a été établi lors d’une ruée vers l’or. Abby et ses amies sont allées sur une montagne russe pendant que je suis resté pour leur photographier. Nous sommes ensuite allés en ligne pour un deuxième manège. Lorsque c’était à notre tour d’embarquer, l’opérateur a laissé entrer trop de personnes puis il nous a demandé de retourner à l’avant de la file. Après que tout le monde a débarqué, il s’est tourné vers le ciel puis a proclamé que le manège était fermé à cause de la pluie. Il ne pleuvait même pas ! Bien sûr, 30 secondes plus tard, il commençait à pleuvoir des cordes. Comme nous étions en shorts et T-shirts, nous avons couru pour nos vies ! Nous nous sommes retrouvés dans un petit village qui ressemblait à un village des années 1880. On a décidé d’ensuite dîner afin de laisser passer la pluie, mais il nous semblait que tout le monde avait cette même idée aussi ! Les restaurants étaient blindés ! Nous étions assez chanceux de nous retrouver dix minutes plus tard en l’avant de la file à Mugg & Bean (genre de Starbucks sud-africain). Par exemple, une heure plus tard, la précipitation ne cessait toujours pas. On a décidé enfin d’appeler une voiture UBER pour nous amener à Soweto pour aller visiter la maison Mandela et le musée Hector Pietersen. Après l’appel, la pluie s’est arrêtée !

À Soweto, nous sommes allés visiter d’abord la maison Mandela, l’ancienne maison du leader. Celle-ci était décorée avec plusieurs objets soit qui lui appartenait ou qui lui décrivait tant comme personne : des prix, des sofas, le lit de ses enfants, des livres, des portraits, des articles de journaux, etc. Elle ressemblait plus à un musée que la maison de quelqu’un, ce qui est dommage, car j’aurais préféré si la maison n’était pas trop modifiée au fil du temps.

Nous avons conclu notre longue journée avec une visite au musée Hector Pietersen qui nous rappelle des émeutes de Soweto de 1976. Les émeutes de Soweto étaient la manifestation des élèves d’école jeunes qui ne voulaient plus prendre toutes leurs classes en Afrikaans, mais plutôt en Anglais, car c’était la langue qui leur servait la plus quand ils iraient travailler. L’armée s’est impliquée et a commencé à tirer sur les enfants et leur a tué. Un de ses enfants était Hector Pietersen qui n’avait que 13 ans. Mbuyisa Makhubo, un garçon de 18 ans, lui a pris dans ces bras et lui a apporté à un médecin qui lui a déclaré mort. Un photographe a capturé ce moment dans une photo iconique, ce qui explique pourquoi Hector est si célèbre. Par exemple, après ce jour, Mbuyisa Makhubo a fui le pays vers Botswana. Il a été vu la dernière fois en Nigerie en 1978. Très mystérieux, n’est-ce pas ? Là, il est cru qu’il soit actuellement dans une prison canadienne, mais des tests de vérification de l’ADN faits par le gouvernement sud-africain ne le confirmaient pas. Le musée, en général, était aussi triste qu’intéressant et donne bien sûr quelque chose à réfléchir.

En fin de compte, j’ai appris tellement sur l’apartheid dans une manière très personnelle que je n’aurais jamais avoir été capable d’en apprendre de chez moi au Canada. – Adam Vandenbussche ’17, Exchange Student at St Stithians College

 

Student Exchange Australia: M&M Differences

Olaf CakeIn the last two weeks, my schedule has been jam-packed with activity in Melbourne. I have explored a lot of the city. I have also realized Australia is a very different country from Canada, and I really enjoy telling my exchange family about the differences. Melbourne is a sporting capital, and I am very lucky my exchange family, the Gikovskis, is eager to show me around town. And bonus! They know where to get the best desserts!

On Saturday, January 24, we went to the Australian Open: one of the four Grand Slams. I had never watched a tennis match before that day; I didn’t even know the rules! I did not understand why people would pay money to sit outside and get baked in the sun to watch people hit a ball back and forth. Nevertheless the Gikovskis were very enthusiastic about bringing me and watching the sport. The first match, which was a men’s legends double, was quite funny to watch. The players joked around and the whole stadium would burst into laughter. After that, it was a women’s singles game, which was an absolute nail-biter! I loved being at the Australian Open, It was such a fun environment. Everyone’s excited, full of energy and very into the sport. It’s just not the same as watching it on TV. It’s also not an environment I would find in Montreal, I don’t think even a Habs game could compare to this.

Another sport Australians hype up is cricket, which is kind of like baseball. I was happy to go to Erica and her brother, Daniel’s game last Friday. I didn’t know much about cricket, except for what I had picked up during a game I played with the Gikovskis on Australia Day. I thought the game was relatively easy. During Erica and Daniel’s game, kids were completely smashing the ball right off the field. It only occurred to me then that the Gikovskis were going easy on me. Anyway, in cricket, the ball is bowled, not pitched. The ball, which is quite heavy, bounces once before the player hits it. It is impossible to strike out. As a matter of fact, as long as the player hits the ball, it’s really hard to get out. Also, the same player bats until they get out, so I felt like the game lasted forever especially since Erica and Daniel only play for a fraction of the time and I didn’t know any of the other kids. The game ended up finishing three hours later (three hours I’ll never get back!) Nevertheless, I still enjoyed watching and Erica’s team win! Australians really love the sport. On Australia Day, I saw many families playing cricket by the beach and in the parks. I think it’s pretty awesome the entire family gets excited about the sport.

Since I have arrived, I have eaten many, many delicious food. The day I was picked up from the airport, we went directly to a bakery called Brunetti’s. There was so much variety it was mouthwatering. Everything looked beautiful. They were very creatively decorated desserts. I wish I could have tried everything.

On January 25, Erica invited many of her friends over so I could meet them before school started. I had told the Gikovskis about my obsession with Frozen, so they came up with the idea of making an Olaf chocolate ripple cake! It turns out, making chocolate ripple cake doesn’t actually require any baking. We bought chocolate ripple biscuits from the super market, and covered them in whipped cream. Then, we shaped the cake into Olaf and decorated it! I’m pretty sure it’s an Australian thing, because in America, we actually bake!

On January 26, which is Australia Day, we went for a picnic and I ate lots and lots of Lamingtons, a signature Australian dessert that consists of sponge cake, layers of chocolate sauce and a coat of shredded coconut. It is delicious!

I have also noticed quite a few fast food restaurants here. Burger King is known as “Hungry Jack’s”. Australian’s also nickname McDonald’s “Mackers”, which I find very strange. Despite living with an entire family of Australians, I have not picked up on the Aussie slang or terms. However, the Gikovskis are starting to use American terminology!

I have had so much fun in the past week experiencing new things! I think there are quite a few Montreal & Melbourne differences! Next up, LCC or Ivanhoe Grammar School? Which one is better? Find out, next time! – Lucia Huang ’17, Exchange Student at Ivanhoe Grammar School, Australia

 

The Cuban Shuffle

CubaIn a few weeks an LCC delegation of 60 student-musicians and teachers will visit Cuba to perform as a band and experience some of the Latin rhythms that make that island famous. Many LCC families have visited Cuba before, but likely as part of a winter vacation package where the real Cuba does not come clearly into view.

To many people’s surprise, On December 17th, American President Obama announced that the USA and Cuba would begin to resume diplomatic relations after more than 50 years of an American boycott that cut off all diplomatic and economic relations. This was implemented following the Cuban Communist revolution led by Fidel Castro in 1959.

The Castro brothers – Fidel & Raul – have been the only Cuban presidents during more than 50 years of one-party rule, outlasting 10 American presidents. The long-standing US trade embargo is still in place and Cuba has suffered especially since special economic support from the formerly-communist Soviet Union disappeared when that country collapsed and unraveled in the early 1990’s. Today the average Cuban’s monthly salary is still only $20 – virtual slave wages by Canadian standards.

Winding down the American embargo will be difficult after so many years of entrenchment. However, it is the first step in fundamentally changing the relationship between the two countries which geographically, are close neighbours, and which used to be very tightly intertwined.

But memories are long and six-thousand Americans have filed for monetary compensation following loss of assets due to Cuba’s nationalization of all private companies back in the early 1960’s. The Cubans themselves have also filed for monetary compensation from the American government for allegedly strangling economic growth in Cuba over more than two generations. And they want cash to make up for it. So we should be prepared to see more heated discussions before relations are truly smoothed over. In the meantime, the Castro regime remains firmly in power and there is no indication that Cuba’s form of national state-controlled Communism is going to disappear.

Until December, the Obama deal was a well-kept secret, and it is actually seen by some Cuban-Americans and conservative Republican party “hawks” as a betrayal of US principles – that the government should simply never negotiate with a communist regime that disallows private businesses or the fundamental right of free speech.

Cuban-American senator Ted Cruz wrote that the move “may well strengthen the Castros and strengthen a new generation of their oppressors in power unless USA’s Congress steps in to stop it”.  His Republican colleague from Florida, Senator Mark Rubio, is also sour on the deal. Considered a possible presidential candidate for the 2016 election, he recently stated that the “policy shift is based on an illusion – the White House has conceded everything and gained little”.

President Obama has described the relationship between the nations as one of “family and foe” that needed a new script. Obama takes the view that more than 50 years of boycott have not really changed much, other than entrenching mutual isolation, so he intends to be proactive. Getting this initial deal was hard enough, requiring a year of secret talks and special assistance from Pope Francis. Intentions are to see restrictions loosened on trade, travel and diplomacy and American Foreign Secretary John Kerry, will try to reestablish an American embassy in Havana. Kerry will also review and hopefully ease Cuba’s status in America as a state-sponsor of terrorism, as it is currently categorized along with countries in the so-called “axis of evil”, like North Korea, Iran, and Syria.

Cuban Americans will be allowed to send more cash home to family. Already at $2 billion a year, that flow of funds is critical to the Cuban economy – and the Cuban emigrés will soon find it easier to visit the island nation just 145 KMs off the Florida coast.

Rapprochement by the USA has been opposed for decades, especially given the fear of upsetting the Cuban-American voting bloc in Florida. However, polls in 2014 showed that 68% are now interested in a softer approach and that grows to a notable 88% for those Cuban-Americans under 30-years old.

Initial responses indicate that the shift should improve US standing in the broader Latin America region. In December in Havana, bells tolled in public squares and people were visibly celebrating. Although there are lots of cool old Chevy’s on Havana’s streets from the 1940’s and 50’s, this move is finally about looking to the future.

So, we need to remember that Cuba is not just a winter escape. Its people may be on the doorstep of significant social and economic change. I wish our LCC musicians well as they prepare for their trip to Cuba. I hope that they will return and provide us with some interesting insights into how the Cubans view the proposed easing of tensions with the United States and what they hope for in the near future. The Cuban shuffle –change is indeed in the air!  – Christopher Shannon, Headmaster

Assembly Speech: Generational Observations

generation-z-logo-indexThere is the generation X, the generation Y, the baby boomers. And then, there is us. I sometimes wonder whether we are not the attention deficit disorder generation. Someone or something takes our fancy, and for the space of a few months, days, or hours, we enthusiastically embrace an idea, elevate a person to ridiculous heights, and covet the most ridiculous object as if it was made of gold. From nothing, it becomes everything, is everywhere – in multiple copycat versions too – and, just as suddenly, we drop it, never to think of it again. We flit to the next idea, the next trend. It can be charming…except when it comes to charities. Because yes, it appears that for us, charities too are just fleeting fads.

When I was 8 or 9, I wore a yellow rubber bracelet, which bore the catchy slogan “Livestrong”. I loved my bracelet for one reason. My friends thought I was oh so cool. The bracelets were extremely scarce, having sold out of several NIKE stores. They were also very popular, not surprisingly since popularity and scarcity go together. The unexpected shortage of bracelets had naturally spiked interest in the rubber band to such an extend that – and this is the absolute truth – strangers would stop me in the street, offering me up to $20 for my bracelet. I am ashamed to say, that I had no idea that “Livestrong” was meant to serve the cause of cancer; I suspect that I was not alone and that for a great majority of people, the bracelets were simply the expression of a desire to be part of a trend. Quickly enough, yellow bracelets became lost in a sea of other rubber bracelets: green, blue, pink, red, RAINBOW! Rubber bands were everywhere, in sports stores and at the dollar stores. My yellow bracelet was given to my dog as a chew toy.  Livestrong, the slogan and the foundation became passé. True, Livestrong’s spokesperson and founder had spectacularly fallen from grace, but the Livestrong bracelet had faded from our minds long before that.

I can give you dozens of examples. For a few months, we kept cool by throwing ice buckets on our heads. Every time we did it, we raised awareness for ALS. We also raised money. Not as much as we could have, since ice buckets were meant as an alternative to donating money, but still we did raise some money and a lot of awareness for the cause. Until one day, we just forgot to. Bet you a whole bucket of ice that very few of us still think occasionally – if ever – of ALS. So much for awareness.

Joseph Kony, by all accounts an evil man who ordered the abduction of 66,000 children to become sex slaves and soldiers became the cause célèbre in 2012. A video was shown on social media, it went viral within minutes, and suddenly every teenager in America and Canada was heard talking about Joseph Kony. For a minute or two, just a little longer than it takes for us to repost a video, everyone wanted to be part of the anti-Joseph Kony movement. A mere month later, another video called young people everywhere to “cover the night” and put up posters of Kony because, yes, the 66,000 abducted children still deserved to be remembered. And no, no one showed up to cover the night. No one. 66,000 abducted children did not deserve that.

Which brings me to the real point of my presentation. We are in a privileged position, all of us, and we are all conscious of it. We want to help. I want us to remember this: we are an enthusiastic generation, and for whatever time we spend on a trend, we give it our all. We do a lot of good. But we are also fickle, easily bored, easily distracted, and eager to jump to the next cause – one that’s compatible with Facebook and Instagram! Causes and charities cannot be the helpless victims of a generation’s attention deficit. Before we espouse a cause or adopt a charity as our own, we need to find what meaning the cause or charity holds for us. If we do that, we can be assured that our charities won’t be mere fads. Everyone in the 21st century hopes for their fifteen minutes of fame. Cancer research, ALS or children sold as slaves ought to be able to hope for a lot longer than 15 minutes. – David Elbaz ’15

Abby’s Idayari: Week 3 – Canadian-Zulu Girl’s Sightseeing Never Stops!

Apartheid Museum

Apartheid Museum

This weekend, my exchange Rodina attended choir camp with her schoolmates. Her mother Gladys kindly made sure I continued exploring every wonderful thing South Africa has to offer. Along with LCC’s Adam Vandenbussche ’17 and two of my friends, Lorna and Alluwande, we took on special sights and Soweto!

Apartheid Museum

Our first stop: The Apartheid Museum, which provides a special exhibit of the 20th century history of South Africa. I was impressed how the entrance to the exhibit represented the country’s past battle with Apartheid. When entering, we were given a card, which either said “Whites” or “Non-Whites.” Depending on what card you got, you would take the tour through one of the two areas.  At the end of our tour, we got to choose a stick and place it anywhere we wanted around the Museum in order to “follow in Nelson Mandela’s footsteps.”

Gold Reef City

At Gold Reef City, an amusement park in Johannesburg, I had an experience like none other! After what felt like several painful hours of waiting in line, we were finally able to enjoy the rides. Numerous flips and swirls later, we decided to go on the swing ride. Suddenly, a dark cloud invaded our sun-filled sky; this heavy cloud was filled with as much rain as Homer Simpson is with donuts. Within seconds, the thousands of tourists, including us, fought for shelter; we quickly regretted our choice of bringing SPF 100 rather than an umbrella. In the end, we had the best time ever just by running in the rain, fighting for a table in a restaurant and drying our drenched clothes.

Zulu Word of the Week: Imvula: which means rain!

Soweto

Once it stopped raining, we made our way to Soweto! We were privileged to visit the Mandela House; we were allowed to go inside Nelson Mandela’s house, see all of his awards and go into his backyard. After that, we went to the Hector Pieterson Museum. The Museum taught us all about Soweto’s uprising; on June 16, 1976, Soweto students ran a protest in response to the mandatory teachings of Afrikaans. The police killed several students, including Hector Pieterson. His photo is a symbol of what happened. What was very interesting was the fact that the Museum stood right where the protest happened and where Hector died. There are symbolic objects outside the Museum such as the grass line that indicates exactly where it happened as well as the fountain, which represents the tears shed by the parents who lost their children that day.

Culinary Adventures

This weekend, I had the chance to experience some of the more typical African foods. I am now completely addicted to “Melktert”, a custard-like tart made with milk, sprinkled with cinnamon lying on a thin, brown sugar crust. It is absolutely delicious! The Ayayas are making sure I can eat it daily when I come home from school! I also discovered “Mieliepap”. Pap is similar to porridge. It is made from a corn grain which, when cooked, inflates into a white ball that makes for an excellent side dish.

Next Week

Again, this weekend was as jam-packed as a Triple-Patty-Special-Sauce-Burger-Delight! Next weekend, I will be putting on my Safari hat and will be hitting The Bush!  –  Abby Shine ’17, Exchange Student at St Stithians Girls’ College