2020 Huntington RoadBoston,
Massachusetts
v2t 2s7

May 17, 2007
MEI Secondary
4081 Clearbrook RdAbbotsford,
BC4VX 2M8

Dear Mr. Thiessen,
The Grad events this year were good, but could have been better. There were many aspects that I felt could have been changed to make a better grad program.

The river rafting was a good idea, and the majority of the people had loads of fun. There was no real concern about the rafting idea and trip. A downfall may have been being split up from friends but that’s worth the trip. The other main event, The Grad Retreat was also good while it lasted. More than less people would have enjoyed the camp more, if we were sleeping over there. My sister’s grad year loved the overnight idea, my dad loved it, and my grad class never experienced it. I believe our grad class would have really enjoyed being there together all night.

Over-all everyone had a good time. The grad events were fun; just they just need some improvements. What could happen next year is let the students know how important it is to be on the grad committee.

Thank you for taking the time to read my letter. I hope you’ll take my letter into consideration were planning for the next year.Sincerely,



Jovenal

My Trip to Palm Springs

My trip to Palm Springs

My trip to Palm Springs was absolutely amazing. This was, by far, one of the best moments of my life. The trip starts off with a last minute decision. The day before we leave, we have a family meeting and here I come, dragging my feet, when I here “Where going to California”. I thought it’d be all fun and games, but I was wrong. We were going to drive, out of desperation. This was okay by me, but not preferred. The next morning we leave the house, pick up our friends and head out. By about 10pm my dad begins to get sleepy. He had been driving for about eight straight hours. We could have pulled over and started again in the morning but that would take too long. I, being responsible and mature, offer to drive for a “while”. I start driving and realize that time is passing very slowly, but me being the trooper I am, stick it out for the good. But, before I knew it 8 hours passed, and I was tired. So then my brother took over and started driving at 6:30am. I then passed out. When I came around, we where just arriving.

Now that I’m awake I decide to hop out of the car and into the sun. And into the sun did I go. It was blistering hot. As soon as I stepped into Palm Springs it was like walking into a microwave oven. The heat came from 360 degrees and before I knew it, I was sweating like crazy. My back, feet, chest, legs, all were drenched with sweat. It was so bad someone asked me if I had quickly jumped in the pool. It didn’t take long for me to burn. By day two I was crispy black. I didn’t really like my new complexion but that’s the hand I was dealt.
At this time of year Palm Springs was the place to be. We were defiantly in the right place at the right time. There were loads of people everywhere. Men, women, children, celebrities, good looking teenage gals, everyone was accounted for. There were many people in Palm Springs for many reasons. There happened to be a celebrity golf tournament in town that week. We saw famous people such and Ben Rothlisberger and Tony Gonzalez. There was also a lesbian convention in town, which made it very odd looking at some people. Most of the girls we met were kind and outgoing, which made the whole Palm Springs experience more enjoyable.

The last days of our trip were used to do some sight seeing. We went to an outlet mall in Palm Springs. It was a massive outdoor mall effect with amazing stores. I bought a few pairs of clothes, shoes and other goods. We went to the Flight museum and saw a million and one wind mills. As a whole, even with the driving, the Palm Springs trip was amazing. It was some of the most fun I have had in a long while.

-Jovenal Loewen

The Magic In Life

My Story

A day in the life of Jovenal Loewen

Scars

On a dark gloomy Saturday night, that happened to be

Friday the 13th, 2002, I at the young, tender age of

13, and ready to become an independent male. During

this particular night, I was enjoying myself with friends

at the beloved MRC, the local hang out for all my pals.

This night was no different from any other except for the

fact that I would be walking home alone. I wasn’t scared,

for I was ready to take man-hood by storm. To me,

strolling home would be like any other time, I’d just

figured id be lonely. Nothing to worry about, I simply

reminded myself I was in physical education and ready

to run like the wind. I wasn’t just doing this to prove

to the others I wasn’t afraid but to myself.

Now it was time for the amusing night come to an end, and it was ready for me to face my destiny. I wasn’t going to be alone for the entire duration of the night for I would be waking friends home on the way to my house. The first stop on the two kilometer marathon would be to Sean Mantle’s. We walked and talked on the way to his house. When we got there, we said our good-byes and went on past. Next was Amy Griffith’s and Karendeep Gill. These were two of my favorite friends and they re-assured me that nothing would happen to me for the last kilometer’s journey home. It was tough to think about traveling by myself the rest of the way,

but I wanted to beat my fear. I forced myself to continue.

My adrenaline was pumping more then it ever had before. I continued to stroll in the dark in an attempt to make it home safely. I had been pacing for about two minutes when I saw a man sauntering in a path that was going to cross mine. I began to get sweaty and nervous. Every possibility had run through my mind. I didn’t know what to do but stir every once of confidence within me, keep pacing forward, and keep my self-respect. Every second that passed felt like an hour. When I was within reaching distance of the man, he stopped rightin my path. He then, with his right hand, reached into his cloak. I, being scared for my life, ran into the middle of the street. Fortunately no cars were coming, and if they were I didn’t pay any attention. I then continued to dash the whole way home. I ran and never looked back for I was afraid to see what was happening around me.

My blue comforting house was in the distance. The warmth and comfort in my heart growing, the darkness and frightfulness leaving. I ran across the wet lawn and to the front door. Almost home in what seemed like seconds from when I started on my journey. Stopping to reflect on what had just happened was a confusing matter.. Was the man actually there? Was he just a figment of my imagination? Then, snapping back into the normal and realized I was drenched with sweat. I then continued to open the door and walk inside. Rushing to my enjoyable room and continued to take my clothes off for a shower. Looking in the mirror and realized I was bleeding from the chest. A huge slash mark that ran about 3 inches in length was engraved within me. Piecing the night together properly was difficult. I couldn’t because of all the fright, adrenaline, and intense atmosphere. Still, till this day, do not know how on earth I managed to get this scar.

My Riddle

My Riddle.. Current mood: artistic
What is....
Hard to see?
But is always there?
Think you can live without.
But you know your scared

Make a day feel like an hour
An hour feel like a minute
A minute feel like a second
But a second takes forever

Puts you in the drivers seat
But knows you can't drive
Gives you all the control, to stay or leave
But you dont know, Its all destiny

Nothing you do
Can change it's mind
Its after one thing, you know
But you musn't stop, till its reached its goal

-Jovenal Loewen