The Hun Review Too 2016

Cover by Renna Goldsmith

A student-run publication of creative works by Middle School students

The Hun Review Too Editors Daniel Carney Katherine Checo Maddie Csontos Meggie DeMarco Michael Duthie Paige Graff Nicole Edelman Luca Illi Courtney Joseph Alexander Juan Jack Kremer Vishnu Mohan Rohan Pandya Grey Simon Wade Simon Aaron Spektor Aden Spektor Camryn Stewart-Bethea Raul Wald Conan Ward

Advisors Mr. Michael Savino Mr. James Santaeularia

Assistant Head of Middle School Mrs. Amy Kolman

Head of Middle School Mr. Ken Weinstein

Headmaster Mr. Jon Brougham

The Hun School of Princeton176 Edgerstoune Road

Princeton, New Jersey 08540(609) 921-7600

Table of Contents

The Hun Review Too Competition Winners…………………………………………………………1

“Sunrise,” Courtney Joseph; “Poem,” Aaron Spektor……………………………………………2

“Ring of Light,” Cameron Gray………………………………………………………..……………3

“Grasshoppers,” James Santaeularia……………………………………………………………….4

“Sun,” Vishnu Mohan; “Sunset,” Aaron Spektor…………………………………………………5

“Croatian Lifestyle,” Luca Illi; “Miami Shoes,” James Santaeularia…………………………6

“Portraits,” Grey Simon…………………………………………………………………………………7

“Pokemon,” Maya Connell………………………………………………………………………….8

“Lucky Star,” Mei von Kaenel…………………………………………………………………………9

“Purple Flower,” Sophia Phelan; “Poem,” Conan Ward……………………………………….11

“Purple Flower,” Sophia Phelan; “Purple Flower,” James Santaeularia……………………12

“Jungle,” Will Hu and Sophia Phelan……………………………….……………………………13

“Galaxy,” Aaron Spektor; “Poem,” Conan Ward; “Poem,” Nicole Edelman; “Poem,”

Aaron Spektor………………………………………………………………………………………….14

“Faculty Biographies,” Editorial Board……………………………….……………………………15

“Half-Breed,” Seth Jeter………………………………………………………………………………18

“Closing,” Renna Goldsmith…………………………………………….…………………………20

The Hun

Review Too

Competition

Winners

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As the start of a new day begins and the sun begins to show,

And the silhouette of the trees turn as black as the night that passed,

The world resumes as if nothing ever happened,

Just as easy as F5, the world clicks refresh.

- Aaron Spektor

“Sunrise,” Courtney JosephPhotography

“Ring of Light,” Cameron GrayPhotography

“Grasshoppers,” James SantaeulariaPhotography

Sunset

As the sun sinks below the sky,

And the stars appear before the world,

Everybody eagerly awaits the return,

Of the big ball of fire that flies across the sky.

- Aaron Spektor

“Sun” Vishnu MohanPhotography

“Miami Shores,” James SantaeulariaPhotography

“Croatian Lifestyle,” Luca IlliPhotography

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“Pokemon,” Maya ConnellDigital

Lucky Star

Yinyin has always had a hard life, yet her lucky star has never left her side. She grew up in a small town northwest of Zhuhai, China during a tumultuous time. Chairman Mao Zedong was in power and believed everyone should be equal, and communist ideas were being adopted by everyone in rural China. Yinyin quickly believed in this idea of utopia as it promised equality for everyone. She believed in equality of education and looked forward every morning to going to school. "Get up Yinyin it is four o'clock," her mother said in a soft voice. It was time to clean the house and feed the geese and pigs before walking to school. It was the deal she crafted with her family. She would go to school only if she could finish her daily chores. Yinyin was proud of being the first and only girl from her village to go to school.

One autumn afternoon in ninth grade, as she came home from school, she had a sinking feeling in her chest as if all the air was pressed out of it. It was an unusually warm afternoon when the villagers came to her house. As Yinyin approached her house, her parents gestured something with their hands, a code if anything, telling her not to get closer. Yinyin did not understand why they were doing this but understood their gestures and hid behind a nearby wall. She saw something that she wished she never had seen.

"Rich landlords! Rich landlords!" The villagers were shouting as they were pushing, pulling, and shoveling her parents. She was stunned to see that some of her own family members and close friends, who were poorer than her parents, were not stopping others from hurting her parents. They were instead chanting and yelling at her parents with the other villagers. They were accusing them of being rich landlords. The communist revolution was tearing everyone apart. There were no family or friends anymore.

When Yinyin got back to the house, it was empty and nothing was left. The villagers and the friends and family they knew took everything in the house including the pigs, geese and chickens. Her parents were taken, and her house was no longer her own. Yinyin could no longer bear this pain and ran into the woods, away from everything that was known to her, and stayed there for the night.

Yinyin was on her own and her parents were in the labor camp. She needed to do something. The almost full autumn moon was blinding and larger than ever as she developed a plan; a plan to take her parents out of the camp. It would be the night of the Mid Autumn Festival celebration that she would break her parents free. That night, the guards would be celebrating by eating mooncakes and hanging lanterns.

Yinyin went back to the camp thinking the guards might be less careful guarding the camp. Yinyin went to the back of the camp where the garbage is dumped and went through a small dark hole. As she squeezed through the hole, she did not know what to expect. There was almost no light in the camp. She could not see much, and found herself between two huts. "Where are they?" she murmured to herself. She peeked through the huts but did not see her parents, and moved on to the others. Her parents were in the biggest hut that housed the older prisoners. She did not know how many people were in the hut as there were too many to count. Everyone was asleep, not in beds but in something that looked like hay. Slowly and quietly she moved to where her parents were sleeping. She saw her parents and they were covered in bruises and dirt. She carefully woke them, and terrified, she took them out of the hut and through the same small hole she came in.

When they got out, her parents asked. "What are you doing Yinyin? The guards could have found you and kept you in the camp." She answered the best she could without crying. "There is nothing left for us in the village. They took everything we had, the animals, the books, they are all gone. There is no point in going back." Yinyin explained over and over again that they would need to go to a land free of communist ideas, but where? There was only one place: Hong Kong. Yinyin told her parents, "We need to go now! The villagers will be back from the festival soon." If they did not run into the woods soon, their family and friends would accuse them again and they would go back to the camp. The only option was to not look back, go to Hong Kong, and start over.

Yinyin lead her family through the forest for many days. Some days they spent the night on the river bank and others on a hill. They looked vigorously to find berries, catch fish or hunt for wild boar. They spent three days in the forest but it felt like weeks. Yinyin did not have a compass, but knew she needed to go to the shore. It was October 1st, five days into their escape, when they reached Zhuhai. It seemed ironic to Yinyin that they were able to free themselves on October 1st, National Day, the day that commemorates the creation of the People's Republic of China. She could see the sea and glimpsed at her family's freedom. Her family was lucky that a very kind stranger took pity on them and ushered them on his boat to Hong Kong where they started a brand new life.

Epilogue

Yinyin lived in Hong Kong for six years as a refugee and illegal immigrant working in a clothing factory. In 1969, she moved to Costa Rica as a bride in an arranged marriage and had two children, a girl and a boy. Currently, Yinyin lives in Los Angeles, California and has five grandchildren. It took Yinyin 42 years to go back to her village in China. Even though some of the relatives and friends who persecuted her parents are still alive, she does not feel anger or resentment towards them. Perhaps it is because she forgave them.

- Mei von Kaenel

Midnight purples, pure blackNatural beauty with peace of mindCovered in rain like droplets of glass

Clear as ice and reflective like a mirrorBlooming spring and growth of color

Conan Ward

“Purple Flower” Sophia PhelanPhotography

Purple Flower

Goodnight! Sweet purple prince, Your guitar solos will undulate,

through culture’s fickle whims.

James Santaeularia

“Purple Flower” Sophia PhelanPhotography

It’s a jungle out there

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Some Staff

ThroughMrs. Kolman is the English teacher in the sixth

grade. Mrs. Kolman is a nice teacher. She is

funny in class because she makes jokes. Unlike

most teachers, she has a play at the end of the year.

She is the assistant head of the middle school. She

also made the dress code. Her favorite football team

is the Philadelphia Eagles. Her favorite basketball

team is Duke. Her favorite hockey team is the Flyers.

She has been working at the Hun school for eight

years. She is in the Shield house. At the end of the

year, she is leaving the Hun school to live in

Switzerland.

by Aden Spektor and Vishnu Mohan

Mrs.Young is the teacher of learning skills and study

strategies. She has two dogs their names are Coco and

Duff. She is the nicest teacher in the middle school and

created Learning Lab for the students to help them with their

homework. In her classes, she never gives homework to any

of the students and gives them brain teasers and mysteries

to let the students have fun. Her daughter goes to the Hun

school. She helps many students with math, science, history

and English. She is one of the best, funniest and one of the

most helpful teachers in the middle school, and she is also

in Edger house. by Conan Ward

Mrs. Rivera is one of the best teachers in the middle

school. She has taught for 9-10 years at Hun, and

she is always willing to help and support her

students throughout her classes and extra help. She

is also very kind to her students. She is perfectly

willing to talk to past students as well. She generally

has a fun and caring spirit. She has two adorable

children and a dog. She teaches sixth-grade science

and math. In addition to that, she also co-coaches

field hockey and lacrosse. She also is one of the

leaders of POPP club, demonstrating her positive

attitude.

by Courtney Joseph and Bella Gomez

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Ms.Jones has been teaching here at Hun for 16

years. She teaches middle school seventh and

eighth-grade science. She coaches middle school

Tennis and Debate. Her inspiration for Debate came

from Mrs.Kolman who was the founder. She thought

it was fun and asked to assist her in Debate and

eventually took over the club. She always tries her

best to make her class fun and not one of those

boring classes where students want to fall asleep

in. Ms.Jones is always there during study support

and after school to help her students succeeded in

class and help them understand what is being

taught in the class. Some of her favorite hobbies

outside of school include interior design and

working out. by Nicole Edelman

Ms. Anderson is also known as "Coach A". She

coaches girls field hockey, basketball, and lacrosse.

She is the 7th and 8th-grade math teacher. She loves

the University of North Carolina. She is extremely

competitive and played division one field hockey at

North Carolina. Ms. Anderson also likes the

Philadelphia Eagles and to watch any sport. If you

gave her a penny for every time she went to Dunkin'

Donuts, she would be rich.

by Daniel Carney

Mr. Arp is a middle school art and design

teacher. He is a pilot. Mr. Arp coaches

girls' soccer and tennis. Mr. Arp played

tennis in college. Mr. Arp (also known as

Coach Arp) teaches ceramics. He

sometimes goes down to the creek. Many

people are in his club Level Up.

by Jack Kremer

Mr. S is a trilingual musician who has tried to learn

several programming languages but is still trying to find

the one that works for him. However, he knows how to

use synthesizers and Digital Audio software very well.

He is in Edger. He likes to teach French, surf the web for

memes and obstruct students' progress in video games.

His classroom is MS 104 and he teaches French A, B

and C. by Alexander Juan and Wade Simon

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Mr. Weinstein is an American citizen that is the head of the Hun middle

school. Mr. W

einstein has three sons. One is in college, one is in the

Hun high-school and the other one is in the Hun middle school. Mr.

Weinstein is a person that cares about his students like no one else

does."Mr. W

einstein is the best principal I've had so far" -s

aid Raul, a

Hun School student. Mr.W

einstein is a relaxed principal that wants his

students to be responsible and kind. He shows that he loves his

students and want his students to succeed in life. "E

very time we walk

by him, he makes us smile and makes our day better", said students at

the Hun School. Mr. W

einstein also coaches girl's crew. He apparently

enjoys it a lot. H

is hobbies are golf, and teaching his students.

by Raul Wald

Mr.Rosenthal is the teacher of chorus for the

entire middle school. He has a great singing

voice and has the loudest voice in the whole

middle school. He plays the piano for the

chorus' melody accompaniment and created

the harmony and melody groups in chorus.

Mr. R is a great teacher with a lot of musical

talent and a funny, creative, happy and

patient personality. by Conan Ward

Ms.Schneider is the administrative assistant of the Hun middle

school. She helps the principal which is Mr.Weinstein to make

attendance and to help him with work. She is an American

citizen and a really nice person. Every time people walk by her

and she smiles and with her smile you need to smile back

because she is always happy and wants the best for her

students. At The Hun School of Princeton, she plans all the

field trips and all the events that are happening. People sees

and admire that she loves her students. Every time people

pass by her she says "how are you doing". The 7th grader,

Raul Wald says "it's especially the best thing to hear when you

are having a bad day."All the students admire Mrs. Schneider.

by Raul Wald

A Few PHRASES

About

Faculty

Half-Breed by Seth Jeter

Mama had been the wife of Colonel John Watts. Daddy was one of his most valued slaves. He was hard working, honest and strong. When Colonel Watts died, she relied on daddy to help her run the plantation and they fell in love. It was very common in the south for male slaveowners to have children with their female slaves, but our situation was not as common. The year was 1835. Daddy and momma were living in dangerous times. Having children made their situation even more dangerous. They worked very hard to keep their relationship a secret.

It was Sunday, and my brother, father and I were heading to church. Mama said we couldn't come to the meeting with her since we were "colored". Living in Virginia in the 1800s was difficult for us. Slavery was still a big business and segregation was everywhere. We often wished that we could do the things that she did. We knew that God loved us and did not care about our skin color. Why did society have to be so cruel? Why did we have to live a secret life, that did not allow our white mother and colored father to love and live freely without worrying about harm coming to them or to us? We knew we were luckier than a lot of other coloreds though, because we were mulattos.

Church was very important during slavery. It was nice being in God's house because we felt safe and loved and did not worry about being treated differently because of our skin color.As usual, we listened to a three hour sermon from the minister about how badly our Master treated us. To further convey his point, he read us several verses from the book of Exodus. “We bring you a message from Jehovah, the God of Israel. He says, ‘Let my people go, for they must make a holy pilgrimage out into the wilderness, for a religious feast, to worship me there.’” I listened, but didn't think much of it.

After church, we spent the rest of the day working in the fields. Children, adults and seniors alike were all half naked. Everyone except for us, that is. Since we were her children, Mama made sure we were properly fed and clothed. She also taught us how to read and write. This caused some of the other workers to become jealous of us. They called us the "white boys" because they felt we were not like them. "Tho dun whide boys," one of them said. "They don gat no idea what we gatta deal wit. Er night, they get to sleep in a big house in a nice warm bed. "I think we oughta teach 'em a lesson" another said.

When we returned home that night, we were to tired to eat dinner, so we went straight to bed. I fell fast asleep until 1:00 in the morning, when I awakened to the sound of mama crying. "But I don't wanna send them away Charles" cried mama. I want them here with me." Daddy responded "Don' wur honey, we'll all be gether in the end." I tossed and turned for a while after hearing their conversation, but eventually fell asleep.

Everything was back to normal the next day, but Mama was quieter than usual. We heard a tap at the front door. Daddy, who was the butler went to answer it. It was the brother of Colonel Watts. "Where is she!" he asked. "Sir, massa Watts is in her quarters." "Get outta my way, I need to speak with her right away." He said angrily. I could tell from the tone of his voice that he was very, very angry. I was worried, because I knew that if anyone laid their hands on mama, that daddy would try to protect her.

Mama came downstairs. "I heard that these half - breed boys working here in the house are yours!" he said scornfully. Mama's voice cracked "Don't be ridiculous," but I knew she was worried. He told her that if he found out the rumor was true, that he would make sure that she lost her land and would have us killed. Life as we knew it would forever change at that moment.

That night I fell fast asleep. My father woke me up in the middle of the night. I was dreaming that I was flying through the sky. "Son...Son......SON!" Oh no I thought. Am I flying into the"SUN!" I woke up and was relieved to see that it was only my father. "Finally, you're awake. You sho' a deep sleeper." I saw my brother and my mother at the door of my bedroom. "Huh." I asked "What's happenin?'"

Daddy explained that we would be moving to Pennsylvania. Mama had decided it was the only way to keep us safe. "Why can't you come Mama?" my brother asked. "I have to stay here and watch over the plantation. Daddy will be taking you to stay with my brother and his family. They're Quakers who don't believe in slavery. You'll be safer there." Mama started crying. "I'm...I'm gonna miss you all so much."

Mama took the trip with us to Philadelphia. Without her, three colored people could never have made the journey alone. People just assumed that we were her slaves and not her family. When we arrived there, I met my uncle Arnold. Mama stayed with us for a few days and then headed back with the help of some of my uncle's abolitionist friends. My brother and I both cried because we knew that we might not ever see our mother again.

We spent our days helping my uncle on his farm. It was not much different then what we had already been doing, but was better because we were treated as equals. He worked alongside us, ate with us and we all attended the same church. But even though my life had improved, I still missed Mama. Some nights, I would wonder where she was and how she was doing. But I remembered my father's words "We'll all be together in the end" and felt better.

We always dreamed of being with our mother again and when the war between the North and South started, we thought that our dream might come true. I was in my forties, when the war ended. It had been thirty years since I had last seen my mother. Following the civil war, my uncle who was now very old, showed me a letter from Virginia. I opened it immediately, and was saddened to hear that my mother had died. In her will, she had left us her house, along with the land that had been the plantation. The next day, our uncle took us to the train station. "Goodbye, boys," he said "Come back and visit your old uncle sometimes, okay?" We told him I would, and were so happy to be going home again.

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Ciment, James. "House and Field Slaves." Atlas of African-American History, Revised Edition. Facts On File, 2001. African-American History Online. Web. 16 Oct. 2015.

Schneider, Carl J., and Dorothy Schneider. "Slave Life: 16191865." Slavery in America. Facts On File, 2007. African-American History Online. Web. 6 Oct. 2015.

Sisson, Mary. "Slave Conditions in the New Republic." The Gathering Storm: 1787-1829. Chelsea House, 2015. African-American History Online. Web. 16 Oct. 2015.

What makes the middle school so great? There is a sense of community created by both students and adults; it feels like a home here.

Amy Kolman, Assistant Head of the Middle School