As the weekly student-published paper of Sir John A. Macdonald C.I., MacNews aspires to be informative, while entertaining. Our primary goals are:
Many people have read MacNews last week, and were offended by my article. That was not my intention . . . I know that this article is a little, if any, retribution for those that I have unwillingly hurt. I hope you can forgive me for that. As well, I want everyone who I hurt to know, that I am not being forced to write this article, but am doing it out of my own free will. Also, that I have chosen not to write for MacNews again.
Extremely Sorry, Crazy Canuck
MacNews is the shining beacon of light in the middle of the dark school week. Each and every week, Thursday has been a day that I've looked forward to.
The first time I wrote for MacNews, then editor Sofi (who is visiting us this week. . . rejoice) rejected my article. I was upset that it was not published, but I came back week after week, and eventually published my first article, entitled, "Sports Check." Since then, MacNews has been a very important part of my school, nay, my entire life.
One of my favourite memories of MacNews is the yearbook photo we had two years ago. We decided to take it in the new snow. When you see the smiles on our faces in that photo, you are seeing genuine happiness.
Smutton
MacNews is the one place where men become pregnant, alcohol is the god of all gods and the primary topic of all our conversations is WORLD DOMINATION! Besides with a name like ours who could resist?
Melo and Dramatic
This week most MacNewsers are writing about why they joined MacNews and what it means to them. Well, we're not going to lie to everyone. The main reason we're here is because we have nowhere else to go!
In all honesty, we're losers. Big losers. Super losers.
Actually, while we're being honest with both of the loyal readers that we have left, we might as well tell everyone the ENTIRE truth. We want to go to university next year. We need extra-curricular activities for our applications. We also need the "journalistic experience" if we hope to become journalists one day.
So please, read MacNews and send in numerous letters of praise, especially to us. Come on, our futures are in your hands.
In conclusion, we like MacNews. We have to. Who else would have put up with us for this long?
(Too tired to write a solo article) Stoopid Head & Nookie Monster
Why MacNews? Can't I find another way to waste a Thursday? Do I want my articles criticized? Do I need publicity? Yes, yes, yes!
I like to write. I like to criticize. I like to share my opinion. I like working with talented and fun individuals (although some of them are highly psychotic and sociopathic). That's why I write in MacNews.
AK-47
It seems as though this week's issue is about reflecting upon why we all decided to be a part of this wonderful spirit we call "MacNews". I have put some serious thought to this question and have finally come to a realization. I like to write. Yes, it is true, and I'm proud to say it with . . . uh, pride? Okay, so maybe I don't have the Midas touch with words, but coming together with the MacNews crew each and every Thursday and typing up a storm is actually a lot of fun. It's also a wonderful way to relax and slowly wind down the school week, looking forward to seeing my handy-work in print the very next day (the epitome of instant gratification, eh?). MacNews is now in the midst of a revolution. It is a positive forum for young Black Scots to express their views and work with each other to put forth an entertaining and meaningful (well . . .) work of art (well . . .). At any rate, the bottom line is, writing for MacNews is fun. If you like to write and have happy times, come write for us, and join the wonderful collaboration of minds that gather in room 114 every Thursday after school. IT'S FUN!
Phoebes
There is no excuse for what we did last week. Unfortunately, our issue included an article which should not have been published. The opinion of the writer expressed in the article was inappropriate and is not the opinion of MacNews.
We would like to apologise to everyone who was offended by the article. We will do our best not to repeat this mistake.
MacNews Staff
It's a drug. A horrible, mind-consuming drug from which there is no escape. Once it's on your hard drive you'll never get it off, as you will slowly slip into the abyss of ICQ.
It was a horrible realization for me, when I discovered that I do not know the gender of half of my friends, because I met them on ICQ. When I meet a new person, the first question I want to ask is: "Quick, give me your ICQ nickname." The most sweet sound to my ears is that "Oh-oh" sound signalling that I am about to spend an hour in useless chatting. The sweetest sight to my eyes is that little flower which tells me that my ICQ is online. ICQ has consumed my life (or what is left of it).
But be not dismayed. ICQ is the most useful tool for pretty much everything since computers (or those really comfy pants). It's a drug, but it is a sweet, sweet drug. So come on, download ICQ, click on that flower and be consumed.
AK-47
P.S. What's your ICQ number?
Week Uno
I have just returned from my trip to Mexico. I realized that I couldn't get any good Chalupas here in Canada so I left my sheltered Scarborough home for the open expanses, mountains and abundant fir trees. The fresh mountain air was extremely envigorating and I enjoyed interacting with numerous Elk.
I brought back home some Tequila, or as they call it there, water. I made my Chinchilla drink it, but nothing happened to him. He just ran into walls and threw up like he usually does.
I love my pet chinchilla, his name is Raoul and he is 2 months old. I love the way he plugs up the toilet when he goes swimming, the way he bites me when I'm trying to sleep and how he produces asexually like Gizmo from that movie Gremlins whenever he comes in contact with water. I must now leave for it is almost midnight and I have to guard the leftover chicken wings from Raoul. They give him an upset stomach and force him to kill.
Clarence
On the 22nd, Macheld its annual Pep Rally to celebrate our athletes and their team spirit. I wasn't particularly looking forward to it. I was dreading the moment they would play the standard "Eye of the Tiger." Yawn.
Yet something happened while I was watching from my second row seat. I realized that athletic teams are metaphors for life. Once the teammates bounced on stage, they'd all grasp hands and chant out their signature songs with all their strength. And that's life. In life, we strive for loving communities where we work together to achieve a common goal: happiness. It struck me that Pep Rallies are the perfect institutions to harbour this happiness, and athletic teams faithfully promote it.
Family, friends, love, loss, healing, hope, all the good stuff. This is what life is, and the Pep Rally was it's metaphor.
Chrissy, ed.