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...and gives life to thee So long lives this... The Walrus 2017 Vol. 51 Saint Mary’s Hall San Antonio, Texas so long lives this Ars longa vita brevis. Man has long sought the secret to immortality. Try as he might to discover it, the closest man has ever come to eternity is through art and poetry. As long as our thoughts and ideas live in images and in words, our memory persists. How does art reflect your existence? The Walrus 2017, Vol. 51 Saint Mary’s Hall San Antonio, Texas But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st; Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st; So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. —William Shakespeare, Sonnet 18 Cover Art and Title Page Art, Moth, Watercolor by Alex Sugg (12) The Walrus 1 Alex Sugg Watercolor Moth Cover Mary Caroline Cavazos Ink and Gouache 13 Ways of Looking at a 50-51 Peyton Locke Mixed Media Element 3 Blackbird Madison Ross Acrylic Peyton 3 Isaac Goldstone Personal Narrative “The Mourning Process of a 51-52 Madison Ross Acrylic Lily 3 Rolex GMT” Alex Sugg Watercolor Torso 4-5 Margaret Shetler Ceramic & Gold Leaf Weight of the World 53 McLean Carrington Color Pencil A Rush 6 Amy Delano, Alexandra Lang, French Sonnet “À Mon Fils” 53 McLean Carrington Color Pencil A Push 7 Catie Sassoli Mary Caroline Cavazos Prose Poem “Flammable” 7 Michael Casey Haikus “Sad and Joy” 54 Laura Kayata Digital Photograph Old San Antonio 8 Margaret Booke Digital Photograph Fluorescent 54 Emery Wright Personal Narrative “Astronauts” 9 Olivia Kane Poem “In Room 435” 55 Spencer Nastala Digital Photograph Intergalactic Renaissance 10 Cali Hall Ceramic See No Evil, Hear No Evil, 56 Laura Mirabent Poem “The Deep” 11 Speak No Evil Sarah Allen Poem “The Separation Effect” 11 Swati Sharma Oil Summer Reading 12 Sophie Schoenbrun Poem “Drowning” 12 Jeremy Ritter Poem “Name Here” 13 Megan Lira Gouache Constellation 14 Lindsey Rochelle Personal Narrative “Pink Lights” 15 Coker Novosad-Wagner Digital Photograph Snooze 16-17 Mary Caroline Cavazos Poem “six again” 16 Elizabeth Adams Memoir “The Pink Bunny” 18 Margaret Shetler Poem “Lost” 19 Maddy Shetler Acrylic The Hat 19 Maddy Shetler Mixed Media A Father’s Love 20 Emily Reinholt Creative Non-Fiction “Love” 21 Lauren Stafford Digital Photograph Stuck in the Clouds 22 Laura Mirabent Personal Narrative “Oh, Baby!” 22-23 Swati Sharma Gouache 13 Ways of Looking at a 24 Blackbird Amy Delano Poem “Gridlock” 25 Olivia Kane Poem “This City, My City” 26-27 Caroline Medellin Digital Photograph Laboratorio 26 , Mixed Media by Peyton Locke (12) , Acrylic by Madison Ross (12) , Spencer Nastala Digital Photograph City Mosaic 27 Audrey Simpson Poem “Dog” 28 Isabel Bynum Digital Photograph Tug of War 28-29 Peyton Madison Ross Acrylic Breakfast 30 Element Margaret Shetler Poem “Toast” 30-31 Margaret Booke Digital Photograph Glow What Fun 31 Submission Policy: Lauren Prichard Digital Photograph Library of Congress 32-33 Alexandra Lang Peom “If Hamilton Were Here” 32-33 The Walrus welcomes submissions from any member of Sophie Schoenbrun Poem “P.S.” 34 the Upper School student body from August through Febru- Tim Taylor Oil Like a Log 35 ary. Teachers are also encouraged to submit work for their Michael Casey Personal Narrative “Happy New Year” 36-37 students. All work is judged anonymously, so we ask that Zoë McCreary Digital Photograph Chicago Lights 37 all submissions arrive without a name on the piece and with Matthew Leonard Memoir “Vos Hyeyst” 38-39 the required submission form. Submission forms may be Claire Blecher Digital Photograph Windows 39 obtained from Mrs. Amy Williams-Eddy or a literary maga- Table of Contents Table McLean Carrington Pen & Ink Gross Girl Trio 40-41 zine staff member through email. Digital submissions are Olivia Kane Poem “Advice for My Children 40-41 preferred and sent to [email protected] along with a (from a 17 Year-Old)” submission form. All digital photographs and artwork must Gabriela Escalante Prose Poem “Christmas Lights” 42 be 300 dpi and large enough for printing. The Walrus staff Luke Berridge Digital Photograph Trippy Car 43 works during lunch, after school, and every Sunday after Jeremy Ritter Short Story “Billy and Mr. Grimm” 44 spring break to complete the magazine. Paige Carbianca Ceramic & Leather Leather Bounds 45 Hayden Hayes Digital Photograph Hurt 46 Editoral Policy: Teresa Kepes Short Story “The Undesired Guest” 47 McLean Carrington Digital Photograph Poise 47 The Walrus editorial staff reserves the right to edit minor Emily Reinholt Poem “christina’s world” 48 errors such as grammatical and spelling problems, while McLean Carrington Acrylic White Fence 49 other submissions may be returned to the author for other Lily, Acrylic by Madison Ross (12) requested corrections. 2 So Long Lives This The Walrus 3 Lines Taken from Sonnet 18by William Shakespeare But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st; Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st; Torso, Watercolor byAlex Sugg (12) So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, so long lives this, and gives life to thee. 4 So Long Lives This The Walrus 5 Flammable A Prose Poem by Mary Caroline Cavazos (11) Last night your kitchen was on fire. Our scampering feet the flint of the flames, embers glowing deep inside, light became liquid and it flowed free- ly from our eyes, which could not help but stay focused on each other. Your movements were intentional; my movements were uncontrollable. Con- scious of my built up self-awareness, I continued as those glowing sparks dissipated into particles and flew forward on unmapped routes, erupting ecstatically from tongues of fire. You stared at me strangely—flushed and blissful—when I slinkered off to the table where I watched you as a poor child watches a glittering performance. You radiated such jubilance and energy that it seemed as though the sun had retired only to allow you to take her place among the stars. I was enveloped by the overwhelming aroma of our little pastries, morsels we so proudly rendered from flimsy Betty Crocker boxes. And we danced until the burning was so spectacular and I was sweating. , Colored Pencil on Bristol Board by McLean Carrington (12) A Push A 6 So Long Lives This A Rush, Colored Pencil on Bristol Board by McLean Carrington (12) The Walrus 7 Astronauts A Personal Narrative by Emery Wright (11) “On the way back to the hotel, my eyes still burning, I peer through the van window onto the eerily empty city streets, and I can’t decide if I agree with the protestors or the po- lice. I guess it is not my battle to join.” I. IV. We do not belong here. My blonde hair raises suspicions After rushing into the elevator and down to the lobby, we everywhere we go. From the marketplace to the mosques, face crowds of men through the glass door, the only partition people stare at our pale skin. As my family and I stroll through protecting us. Ishan hands me a dry tissue and motions for the parks in Turkey, we protrude like astronauts on a beach. me to hold it over my nose. My heart thumps in a beat that I We do not belong here. don’t recognize as I step through the glass doorway and join the crowds. I see a mother with makeup running down her II. face, her baby shrieking in her arms. The yelling men are wearing giant contraptions over their faces, like demented Dining in an expensive restaurant, I sit with my family of six astronauts. Gas masks. As we force our way through the as the sun sets over Istanbul. Seated in the corner of the crowd, the sting magnifies until I cannot open my eyes or room, I shiver as the breeze meets my skin through the open even breathe. Why can’t I stop crying? Finally, my brother glass windows. In our own little bubble, my siblings and I and I break free from the crowd into the open street and chatter in the quiet restaurant, attempting to understand the sprint. The pain in my nose, throat, and eyes feels eternal. foreign menu, challenging each other to eat peculiar dishes. My younger sister lets out in a bloodcurdling scream, and Aside from our giggles, the restaurant remains quiet up on my brother turns around and goes back for her. I keep run- the eleventh story, sheltered from the bustle and commotion ning. of Taksim Square, the heart of the city. V. III. In the van, we cry until the pain subsides, and no one knows Without the sun, Istanbul buzzes with energy like most major what to say. Finally, Ishan explains that the police released cities, with brightly lit skyscrapers and impatient taxi drivers tear gas on protestors in order to disperse the crowds. in the bustling streets. As night transforms the city, my family On the way back to the hotel, my eyes still burning, I peer and I grow restless, neglected by an inattentive waiter. We through the van window onto the eerily empty city streets, observe the other restaurant guests as entertainment, at- and I can’t decide if I agree with the protestors or the police. tempting to pass the time. Across the room, a group of older I guess it is not my battle to join.