An update - IB results and dA stuff!

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As many of you know, I finished the dutch equivalent of 6th form - and with that, my entire secondary school period - last school year, before this summer, and besides the regular course I also took a special addition IB course.
Well, last friday, I had my IB graduation ceremony! :la:

It was good to be back at my previous school again as there were many people I hadn't seen in months :) But when the actual ceremony started, I was unexpectedly called up front first :faint:

Mrs. Blom, one of my two IB teachers, started talking about me - and immediately starte telling how good a poet I am. :omg: At the same time the slide show started showing my piece Poet In Me. :blush: I felt myself blushing more than ever, not only because of her praising words but mostly because it was in front of an audience of about 40 heads - that included half my family! They never even knew I wrote poetry up until then.:faint:
They seemed proud though, and Mrs. Blom seems to have loved my poetry and kept telling me that I should publish.:la:


They proceeded to show me my results, that I hadn't seen yet (which was entirely my own fault btw ^^;) - and well, to say I was pleased would be an understatement.^^;
The mark consists of four different things; my orals, my written tasks, both of which were done during the year - and the two exams at the end, paper 1 and paper 2. :D
For my orals, I was marked by my teacher with 23 out of 30 - which had after independent reassesment of the tape been changed into 21, which is of course still fine.:)
For the written task, I had 34 out of 45, which I was really happy about. :D
Paper 1 was the one for which I asked you to send me some pieces for me to practice on... well, apparently I wrote an awesome Comparative Commentary - I got 25 out of 30 for that one! :excited:
Then - it gets better still!:la: - for Paper 2, which was to write an essay on a certain global issue... I didn't find it all that hard in the first place, and apparently I wasn't mistaken in my judgement. :slow: I nailed it with a perfect 30 out of 30. :faint:

Mr. Cole, my other IB teacher and just like Blom a native speaker, had written comments on everyone's results and behaviour in class and apparently I was his favourite student of all time :O_o: And I thought he disliked me for my lack of participation in class (I've always been more of a listener than a talker) :XD: Mrs. Blom added that I was one of the few students who could be considered native speakers. :blush:

I'm sorry for bragging about it like this :giggle: but I'm just so happy about it :woohoo: and I promise I will never shove any of this up anyone's face again after this journal is over.:aww::laughing:

Well, after my dad had a few words about me in front of everyone as well, I officially received my results and diploma and they continued with the results of my fellow students - and they all had results ranging from quite good to great, so it was a delight to see we'd all done so well.:D the entire evening was awesome.:love:


Funny detail is that I still had to work during the day - and it happened to be one of only about four days a year where the supermarket I work at has a guy with a market stall selling fish. I aso happened to be the one who was told to help him for that day. So it was quite a contradiction - the entire day I was selling fish in a market stall, and in the evening - literally an hour later - I was one of the stars of the IB graduation ceremony. :XD:



:bulletred: As for dA related matters! :bulletred:

Darkest Corners LIT... was meant to be released sometime this weekend. I've been working on it, but I find it hard to continue and find the motivation to keep doing it. I will try to finish issue 7 soon... I just don't know yet if I will want to create more issues after that.^^;

Thanks for everyone who gave their suggestions for issue 7 though, if you can, keep them coming! :hug: It helps a lot :aww:


:bulletred: And features! :bulletred:

And these aren't just features - they're the winners of contests that I was honoured to judge. :aww:



:pointr: Light Source Contest - SkyAndNatureClub and 2 other groups :pointl:

More info: news.deviantart.com/article/13…
I was honoured to be invited by uae4u to be a literature judge, alongside
LadyLincoln, 3wyl, Iluvocnj2006 and the-photographicpoet, all admirable and well-respected writers as well as active members of the community. :worship:

The winners! :la:
Photography
- Breath from another - by Econita The Chosen One by MarcoHeisler Shining in a dark place by BrandonRechten
Digital art
Amazingly Enough by katanimate Original character by Anselmeth Rampant City by konishkichen
Traditional art
La luciole by tivy-chun End of an Era by MattDeakinFineArt
Literature
eat us and see.they say dark eats all.
and they're right.
it does eat everything.
but nothing's hidden for too long,
nothing's buried that won't be found
eventually.
and even if the whole world
(it's lands, nations, and people)
are eaten,
consumed,
engorged on by dark.
and even if heaven
(the angels and gates)
are engulfed,
burned,
taken by dark.
and even if you
(both the beauty and the flaws)
will sink,
are sinking,
sunk in dark.
it won't last forever.
it'll never last forever.
because the source of light isn't the sun.
or something like that at all.
as cliche as it sounds,
it's you and I.
we're the source.
and even if we ourselves are eaten by dark,
even if we plunge ourselves in dark, freely,
the source will never be quenched.
because it's in us already.
it's in the dark of us already.
and because you can't have [light] without [dark].
don't believe me?
open my mouth and search,
pry my jaws open and look.
gaze in a mirror,
see if your eyes can't catch a flash,
maybe stars that flicker
or moons tha


"This might be Free & Blank Verse, but it sounded like Spoken Word to me – it almost sounds like a monologue in poetry. The approach freakofnature00 has taken here creates quite a unique mood that I have not seen often in poetry on dA. This piece explores quite interesting ideas, too."
namenotrequired

She talks to the moonO' you poor homeless soul of the skies,
that roams along wherever I go.
you wanderer let not wander my eyes,
looking for you most of the nights so.
enlightens my path your silver glare,
your heavenly touch won't let us part.
as I ride off on nocturne's black mare,
on your unicorn you do escort.
my pal, my friend, you kindest soul;
wish we could walk forever along!
(I swear by your gleam and grey mole)
but take some rest as the night is long!
promise you won't have to count the sheep;
as chanting to you a lullaby;
on my pillow I'd put you to sleep;
letting stars alone light up the sky.

"I just have a thing for fixed forms... this poem takes a quite liberal approach, but the rhythm and rhyme still have a strong impact. It tells a sweet story with a hint of fantasy, and all together he's managed to create a strong mood and imagery."
namenotrequired

NachmittagSummer's final breath
Waltzes the brusque dawn away
To oblivion.


Lit honourable mentions
BirthEternal darkness was its home. Here it zoomed around, or whatever it was that it did. It is hard to measure speed when there are no landmarks to measure it by, no air resistance to feel. For all it knew, it could be racing, crawling or standing perfectly still.
The only thing that changed around it was the others. It could feel them; close by sometimes, farther away on other occasions. They were communicating with each other, but it never joined in. It liked to be for itself and wonder about its small world. Or was it a big world? Was it a world at all, or just a place within a world? It had never encountered any barriers, but it never knew where – or if – it was going, anyway.
It wanted to know, though; it was curious. The first thing it wanted to study was speed, and how fast it could move. Then it could try to find the boundaries of its world and measure space.
It had taught itself not to move. It didn't work to perfection; sometimes it could feel itself vibrate slightly.
One House     Three rocks, piled one on top of the other. The solitary wooden house stood on the solitary hill. The greenery was just as visible as God to an atheist. Standing at the peak in his wind beaten denim coat, and baseball cap, he viewed the surroundings. He took in a deep breath, held it, and then exhaled. Slowly, his gaze turned towards the house. The old, battered door dared him to open it, or even touch it. At a slow, marching pace, the man began to trek up the ancient, rickety stairs, until he came face to face with the door. Without hesitation, he pulled it open with vigor.
     Beyond the beaten entrance loomed a dark room. As he entered the sad excuse for a residence, the man sealed the exit behind him. The entire house seemed to be a sick being, and it did not take kindly to being disturbed by anyone. The ground groaned under the pressure of having to support life on its floorboards. The roof showed its response to the unwarran
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:pointr: Literary-Perceptions' Greatest Gift :pointl:
Earlier in the summer, I was invited by Magic-fan to help judge this contest. It was one of the first contests I was judging and definitely an experience! :D

1st Place
Daily GiftsYou have given me so many gifts since the time that I met you, many you may not even realize.  It was the touch of your hand all those years ago, the rush of my heart when you didn't let go.  The whispered confessions of love and the secret letters that went to and fro between us.  It's the shoulder you've given me to lean on when I'm struggling in the world, the soft and gentle hug that relaxes me.  
It's knowing that no matter what happens there will always be one who understands me – knows me well enough to finish my words.
It's the joy of waking up feeling so full of love for a single person and the thrill of knowing that I never have to be alone.   It's giving me a kiss when you get home from work and the laughter as you try to tickle me when we hug.  
It's the look in your eyes that says more than words.  The gentle touch that can pull me together or
make me come unglued.  
It's something th
by JennaChristine

2nd Place
The VesselsThe Vessels.
The vessels are empty and wonderfully made
They stand in His image with breath that He gave,
Majestic portraying His countenance clear
To joy in new life that will pass year by year.
The first made was Adam, the head of the race,
He looked for another to fill His embrace.
So deep sleep provided his rib, which became
An Eve to walk by him and kindle the flame
They wondered together so that they may grow
And share in their learning of why things were so.
As they loved each other they gave what they were
To share with the other, to him and to her.
Beholding each other they slow became changed
And the lines 'tween them blurred, as one they became.
Then standing as one in the knowledge that came
From One source so perfect reflecting His name.
Their all had but one source and so it was pure,
Reflecting His image so they can be sure
They were growing to be like their Maker and slow
Would learn to partake of His glory and know.
He walked with them daily explaining their why's,
Ful
by Slipscreens

3rd Place
The greatest giftTo my broken heart,
I know you can't see beyond the pain right now, but I promise that things will get better. This isn't the first time you've suffered and it certainly won't be the last; love and sorrow follow on like day and night. This night may endure longer than any before it, but eventually the sun will rise and you will be ready to give again.
Right now you may not remember the feel of the suns warmth on your skin, and you would rather forsake its touch so as to never fear the dark again. But believe me when I tell you it is worth every second of it, for we have experienced the greatest gift of all; we have been loved, and I promise you, we will be loved again.
by Leo-toes

Honorable Mentions
:thumb169335868: Inside Pandora's JarInside Pandora's Jar
(The greatest gift of all…)
Strange lands traveled by man alone
With friends passed a story be known,
A tale of that experience hath wrought
An answer that many a person hath sought.
A Pandora it is really of true
Gift of all as we all now knew,
Be knowest to God as well to man
A wonder it is as life's full span.
Love we call it as Cupid's lost shots
Life as well like connecting the dots,
What truly is the Pandora, Gods sent
Is it time or pennies to the last cent?
The answer to that, my child, is this
It's Hope that brings joy and bliss,
The greatest gift in a jar that's kept
For better it be unopened as left.
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Awwe, that's so wonderful! :D Super congrats! (sorry this is so freakin late ^^;)