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  • Tapestry 2015ARCHMERE ACADEMY

  • Tapestry 2015

  • 2Tapestry 2015

    ARCHMERE ACADEMYS LITERARY AND FINE ARTS

    MAGAZINE

    Archmere Academy 3600 Philadelphia Pike

    Claymont, Delaware 19703 302-798-6632

    www.archmereacademy.com

  • 3Tapestry 2015TABLE OF CONTENTS

    Droplets I Have Seen, photograph, Christopher Deeley 15 ........................... cover The Dragon, sculpture, Maggie Maurer 15 .................................... 3 Tenacity, Keelin Reilly 17 ........................ 4 Twins, mixed media, Katie Maurer 15 ..................................... 4 Unbreakable, Sophia Cipriano 16 ..................................................... 5 Study in Positive and Negative Space, photograph, Anna Fournaris 15 .......... 5 Tainted, Danny Bannon 15 .............................................................................. 6 Sunshine, photograph, Kelley Lucey 15........................... 7 Always, Alexandra Fields 15 ......................................................... 7 Smyrna, Trent DiNardo 15 ............................................................. 8 Grapes, photograph, Abigail Smack 15............................................ 8 Life is Keelin Reilly 17 ......................................... 9 Color Studies, photograph, Sanjana Malik 17......................... 9 Riffing Twenty-One Pilots Ode to Sleep, Christian Kraft 15 ................................................ 10 Champagn Eyes, photograph, Makala Wang17 ........................................................... 10 Madness Calls, Andrew Hurst 15 ............................................... 11 Marty, photograph, Thomas Diamanty 15 ......................................... 11 Self-portrait, charcoal drawing, Idana Tang 17.............................................. 12 Broken Metronome, Christian Kraft 15 ................................................. 12 Reflection in a Bubble,photograph, Sarah Disabella 15 ............ 13 Pops, Matt Olsen 15 .......................................... 13 Philosophical Heaven, Michael Pinto 15 ............................................... 14 Weight Room, acrylic painting, Sophia Cipriano 16 ...................................................... 14 One Life, Sophie Singh 17 .......................................... 15 The Bird, Keelin Reilly 17 ................................. 16 Red Roofs, digital photograph, Regan Bice 15 ..................................................... 16 Watercolor Portrait, watercolor, Joseph Singley 16 ............... 16 A Satire: In the Style of Hellers Catch-22, Katie Maurer 15 ............................................. 17 Fanta Naranja, watercolor, Christine Ford 16......................................... 17 Reflection on Lincoln in the 150th Anniversary Year of the Civil Wars End,, Keelin Reilly 17 .............. 18 Trumpet Sounds, digital image, Megan Clements 17 ......... 18

    The Dragon Maggie Maurer 15

  • 4Tenacity

    The world hums with lifeThe smallest seed contains all the miracles of the earthEvery day it growsCells divide one by oneEarth pushed aside and gravity defiedLeaves unfurl to take in the suns goodnessFlowers open, trunks growAnd the smallest seed has become the largest tree

    Keelin Reilly 17

    Twins Katie Maurer 15

  • 5Unbreakable

    Shiny and brand new,Like the penny face up on the sidewalk crackWe enter life optimistic and lucky.Then we get trampled on,Walked all over,And spent,But on hopes and dreams for our futures,Not yet willing to learn from past mistakes.The future seems as bright as the sunAnd as close as the stars,Yet just beyond our reach.Then the downward spirals and hardshipsCrash into us like meteors upon the pale face of the moon.We feel dejected,Lost,And drowning in the wishing well Of what was once our hopes and dreams.Failure is not the end,But rather the start of something new,For in not trying againLies the true form of defeat.Self-defeat is the only true failure that exists.The coin that sits behind glass has no story to tell,No hardship to overcome,No memory of the sweet taste of perseveranceAnd better yet,Victory.These scuffs and scars are proofThat we are made of somethingTougher than the strongest steelUnbreakable.Is that all you got? We taunt failure and lossWith the attitude of We just dont care.

    Kick us down, spit on us,Watch us get back up and not back down.Each of us is as rareAs the double printed coin, The mess up and mistake,Worth more than the banal and trite. We break the moldAnd illuminate the sky like shooting stars,Unbreakable in the fact that we are uniqueDue to not only the hardships we face,But how we reactAnd what we make of our life.So, how will you view your worth?That is not for me to say,But rather for you to determine.

    Sophia Cipriano 16

    Study in Positive and Negative SpaceAnna Fournaris15

  • Miller, while pointing a soft, but sharp finger at our group demanded us to walk to the back of the room and publicly changed our cards. Public shaming is bad enough, but on the Kindergarten level, itd be the talk of the hallways for days. Four students with consequences all at once was a rarity; usually groups of three were the maximum. I decided to fight it. After all, I had tried with all the verbal guile in my practical body to quiet them down. I protested, Ill admit, with a bit of a whimper in my voice. I tried to balance the necessity of maintaining my record nonverbally with the assertion of the gravity of the situation. Miller was having none of it. Her militant grimace and forcefully thrusting finger ordered me to change my card. My utopian worldview had prevented me from seeing the fallout from egregious sovereignty. Once more, I tried to plead my case one last time, but the dictator of the class would hear no plea, and enforced it by threatening a red card if I continued. A man with his back up against the wall does regrettable things. I bit the bullet. I changed the damn card. Her towering stature at five feet four inches combined with the menacing tones of beige and gray (grey, to her) in her wardrobe overpowered my conviction to maintain perfection. I felt grief overcome me; I had let down my classmates, my parents, and myself. Most men say that in their lives they only have a handful of real cries. That came later, but in the emotion and sorrow of the moment, one salty, dreary tear rolled down my rosy cheek. The tear dived onto my baggy trousers, which were now tainted like the purity of my soul. Centuries of heinous tyranny have plagued humanity since the conception of society. Young and reasonable Danny Bannon on this fateful day shared the misfortune of oppressed masses throughout history. An overworked monarch belittles the individuality of his/her citizens. With the sad epiphany that the world is inequitable and unrighteous, the students and I lined up to walk down to the cafeteria for lunch. It was pizza day at lunch, though, so none of that tyranny stuff mattered.

    Danny Bannon 15

    6

    Tainted

    Foul and indecent actions of nefarious conduct from those who lead us have crippled human society since its conception. I, goody-two-shoes Danny Bannon, wasnt expecting such oppression as I rolled into kindergarten class as he had everyday before that. A big kiss from mom, a hug for my brother, a moment to collect my thoughts before heading into the classroom, and I was ready to get to work. This was no average day of school, however; it was the fabled hundredth day of school. Running out of meaningful things to learn about, we took the day to celebrate this monumental achievement. Some background: in the back of the room, there was a chart hanging on the wall with the name of all the patrons and a set of cards accompanying it: green for good, yellow for warning, red for a meeting with the principal, and the dubious purple card. Straight out of a Shyamalan film, the purple card meant a call home to the parents. This exhausted the option of hiding all discipline from your parents. Double trouble would be on the horizon. One time Tony Delvecchio got a purple card and he was spotted crying in the corner of the playground the next day. This was no joke. Being the pragmatic businessman I was, I never got into any kind of trouble. This is no understatement. My green card stood proudly in front of the signals of poor behavior, collecting dust from lack of use. Recently our table configuration had been adjusted, as had been periodical throughout the year. This time, however, I was a bit weary of the characters at my workstation. I hung out with these cool cats at recess, but I preferred a more professional crew at my assistance. Mrs. Miller stuck me with Tony Delvecchio (yes, THAT Tony Delvecchio), Mikey Chesterbrook (who transferred to public school in 2nd grade), and Maddy Harris (whose y became an i in middle school). I was sharing a table with Greentree Elementarys most wanted. As the festivities of day 100 began to conclude for the morning portion, Miller ordered us to our seats. Her short, feathered hair matched perfectly the rest of the early childhood department. I had always seen her as the kind of woman who spelled gray with an e and theater with re and never thought twice about it: kindhearted, but certainly not authoritative. This opinion changed radically after this celebratory day. My table, as I had feared, was chatting up a storm, and I was stuck with no umbrella. I pleaded with the pranksters, Guys, stop! Shes going to yell at us! You dont want to have to change your cards, do you? But I was just a man, meek and humble. My harbingers of disaster were merely white noise to my tablemates. My attempts to quell the storm were futile, and when it rai