Titan Tribune

  I Hated You Sometimes By Teijo Tso I hated you sometimes,  Or often, I suppose.   I awoke, on occasion, jolted.  My weak throat ragged  And choked.  You ripped me open with jagged teeth, with sharpened bone.  I still know all too well, all too close,    The perverted thoughts of loathing that you provoked.  The way you gagged me,  The way you caught my neck in a yoke,  You broke me.  Left nothing but the empty,   Wet, still fleshy, raw skin scars that you would poke,  Sharply angled, perfectly tuned to be obtuse, perfectly  Groomed to shred open a dirty crimson shotgun wound; a wound with   Stringy little bits and limply hung up lumpy pieces, a wound you  Burrowed into deep, seeping in like a disease, a wound you  Latched onto and attacked, hacking at my rapidly cracking and  Fractured back,   Packing me full.   Bristling me with, a thousand viciously inconspicuous thumbtacks,...

Tomato Bisque Soup and Grilled Cheese   By Lukas Bell   Serves 4 | 30-45 minutes  This tomato soup is delicious, easy, and fun to make. It uses ingredients you could easily find at your local grocery store. It’s perfect for dinner, lunch, or to be put in the fridge and reheated for a later meal. This soup is creamy, tangy, and perfect for a cozy fall night.  Ingredients  2 28oz cans whole tomatoes 1 cup celery, diced 1 cup onion, diced ¼ cup all-purpose flour 1 tbsp sugar 2 tsp salt 1 cup heavy cream 1 tbsp tomato paste 1 stick of butter (1/2 cup) Desired amount of black pepper 1 cup shredded cheddar cheese (optional, but suggested) 4 cups chicken stock (optional, but suggested) For the grilled cheese 8 pieces of high-quality bread from a bakery 4 slices of any type of cheese. Cheddar and mozzarella are my personal favorites Butter for the bread  Equipment  A pairing or chef’s knife for dicing A large pot 1 measuring cup ¼ measuring cup 1 tablespo...

White Water Bubbles  A narrative piece of the first rapid in white water kayaking, by Wren Davies The leaves and twigs snap beneath my feet as I make my way through the forest. My knees buckle due to the weight that I am holding. I’m cold, wet, tired, and scared. I hear the bubbling sounds of a blender blending something frothy in the trees; the rapids are here, and it's time to ride them. I pull my kayak out of the forest and into the river, beside me my other group members are doing the same. We call ourselves the Yakkers, don’t ask me why, but it sounds silly and ferocious, ready to tackle the rapids head on. Now, I’m in my kayak, and I have to go first, the human guinea pig of the group. Immediately as I paddle into the rapid, I realize how powerful and unforgiving rivers are. I paddle and paddle but suddenly I hit a rock, the next moment I'm on top of it before tipping over into the water, and I realize I’m flipped over in my kayak in a rapid. This is my worst fear,...

The Titans have tightened bell schedules this year, and here’s why! By Natalia Miki New and returning students to Templeton already had an idea of how chaotic their schedules would be this year thanks to MyEd, but the issue only worsened once all the students and faculty were back in the building after summer break. Students’ schedule anxiety was heightened at the beginning of the term because of the technical and administrative issues surrounding the MyEducation BC website. Teens across the VSB expressed their frustrations in only discovering their schedules approximately two days before the start of school, with little time to sit and think about their schedules before the frenzied rush to the counselling suite on September 2nd. On top of that, there had been multiple mix ups in all grades surrounding several core classes that had to be resolved quickly before work started piling up in all the classes. Students Ava Mauboules Santos and Hana Hollingshead in grade 11 both shared thei...

Some Student Photography  Ruby Lavoie Lucas Ataya-Angaza Dixon-Noble McRae

RADIO STATIC  By Harriet Doherty-Moore    The radio static draws us in   we are lulled   by the depth   of our after dark host   spindling stories   from lights   in the skyscrapers   that are the city’s stars    The radio static draws us in  down the meandering   country roads   looking for our turnoff   and the flash   of headlights   telling us that  we do not drive this road alone     The radio static draws us in   we wait at the light   after hours of work  the dark circles of our eyes  match the dark sky above   all of us waiting  for our light to change  so we can get on with our lives     The radio static draws us in  into the next driveway of an empty house  into the next soft song of the night   into the next chapter of a stor...