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May 14, 2012

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The Theme of Stereotypes

Caramels for the people

Everyone is a poet!

Just look at the poems below composed within an hour by IB students from 2.i under expert guidance by poetry slammer Peter Dyreborg who visited Hasseris Gymnasium and IB School Friday February 10, 2012 for a day dedicated to creative work with words and the deepness of poetry, make by Peter himself – and the students.

Andrea

The Lamp by Jiawa
I am being used, you look shocked?

No you see I like it, most of time though.

Other times, I have to be honest, I really don’t,
you want to know why?

Well when someone stops up and appreciates me,
appreciates my work, my worth and my look,
then I am happy because I know that I am being admired.

And in that case it feels good to be used.

What makes me mad, is when they destroy me,
When they think of me as an object and throw me around, because they are having »the day«.

When they switch me out, with the latest erotic flame.

Because now I am just an old useless name.

I am happy when they care about me and let me rest.

Some don’t let me, and that irritates me,
They don’t know that I, like them:
Need rest to be at my best

I am a lamp, I know, but I am somehow just like you.

The only difference is,
That you decide what you want to do,
And I, I have to do, what you command me to.

UNTITLED POEM
Accuracy is good
Makes me tick
Ticking is good
Standing still is not good

Not being
not helpful
making time go
fly!

Running all over the place

Accuracy
Time
Electricity
Makes me fly!

Go!

It makes me

The Glass
Light goes
And enters
Makes me happy
Orange, Green, Blue
Red, yellow!

All colours of light
Make it right

Invisible light
Light with no colours
Terrifies! Terrifies! TERRIFIES!

Horrifies Me.

When the sun shines
Above the heavens
Revealing it’s light
Make me happy.

A Sword’s Tale by HC
I am a sword a metal son!

I come from forges, from long ago
I glowed as hammers struck me thin
My shape, my sharp unjagged rim.

I flew forward in haste of battle
My master clad in metal
My life was »slice and dice«
No rest, only might
I triumphed things and many more.

OH! Blasted I’m stuck in my cage
Glass and gold
To make me behave
A view of things, from long ago

I fell as black clouds came
Powder and panser – the new thing
I lost my grip.

I’m stuck in my cage of glass and gold
My poor metal soul.

The Demanding Cube by Emil
Gladness is when:
You TURN me,
You TWIST me,
You SOLVE me,
You SHOW me.

Madness is when;
You FAIL me,
You BREAK me,
You LEAVE me,
You HATE me.

So TURN me,
and TRUST me
and SOLVE me
and SHOW me.

That’s all I ask
of YOU to DO

Honey Badger by Christian
Sleeping, makes me glad
After being bit in the face
Which frankly, makes me quite mad
I which those snakes would learn their place
Honey badger don’t give a shit.

Eating, makes me glad
Unless my meal gets away
That just makes me mad
Next time, I’ll tell them I just want to play
Honey badger don’t give a shit.

Not being eaten makes me glad
But if someone has the nerve to
It really makes me mad
Trust me, I’ll come after you
Honey badger don’t give a shit.

The Philosopher’s Chair by Oliver
Ey, girl, feel free
To put your ass on me
Just sit down
Your world is spinnin, spinnin, spinnin round
The drugs, the liquor the parties
Just stop!–
And feel free
To put your ass on me.

Ey man, you strong
Wanna do summin nice, that ain’t wrong
Don’t use your furious fists for fighting
Use them to do the right ting
Just stop–
And stack me with my friends
It ain’t hard, there ain’t no hidden gems.

Ey, child, sho!

Don’t put your shoe
On my pretty, pretty face.

Just like the rest of your kind
You ain’t kind, you disgrace
Just stop–
And get in the game.

Ey, world, spinnin, spinnin, world
Just stop–
Time ain’t of essence
And right now, things ain’t making no sense.

So spinnin spinnin world
Park your ass on my grill
And f-ing chill

UNTITLED POEM
I live of fame, I live of the rich words of tourists
Without them my name would never echo in the world
And so my name and fame will die.

I stand tall, tall above my country’s France
Where I can view the self-praising flowers in the
Garden below me.

And that’s why I despise, I despise tall buildings
Reaching for my fame to look down on my name
But they got shit

Because I got it all, I got fame which shines through the
Gossip night with colorful lights
And I got hate, I hate the mockery of birds,
I hate the helicopters in my face, I hate bad weather,
I hate far people in my elevator, I hate cold feet, I hate
I hate, I hate and I live of fame
I live of the rich words of the tourists.

The Tree by Tagrid
I’m a tree and
I want to be free
Free from the murders
Free for their hands
I want to sustain
I don’t want to be sad

I want to have a family
I want to build my life
Every day I lose a member
Every day is another strife.

Look beside look behind
How worthless is it not
Living such a life
I’m not asking for much
No I’m asking for my rights
I’m asking for a life
That contains the living rights.

Read more about poetry slam and Peter Dyreborg on www.peterdyreborg.dk

Kulturmøde og livsglæde i børnehøjde

Alt, der manglede, var autografskrivning – ellers havde den ultimative X-faktor-idoldyrkelse været hjemme, da otte afrikanske IB-elever gæstede Bavnebakkeskolen i Støvring og nærmest fik taget på skolens festsal til at lette! Børnene i 2. klasse kunne simpelthen ikke få nok af den afrikanske dans og musik, som IB’erne underholdt dem med, og da de selv skulle være med til at danse og spille på trommer, ville begejstringen ingen ende tage. Man var sej, hvis man rent faktisk dansede med en ægte afrikaner og samtidig kunne vrikke med hofterne, som de gjorde! Også de lidt mindre børn i Børnehaven Skovhuset havde besøg, men her var stjernen nok mest børnehavens eneste udenlandske barn, hvis moster faktisk var en af de afrikanske optrædende. Nu var det pludselig hendes afrikanske rødder, som var i centrum og seje!

Besøget i Støvring var et CAS-projekt, altså en del af de aktiviteter, som IB-eleverne skal lave ud over deres fagfaglige læring. CAS, som står for Creativity-Action-Service, er en af grundpillerne i de pædagogiske idealer bag den internationale studentereksamen og har til formål at skabe studenter, der både er fagligt velfunderede og ansvarsbeviste med- og verdensborgere med interkulturel forståelse og respekt.

CAS X- bition

Fredag eftermiddag 25. november udstillede IB-eleverne CAS-projekter i Centralgarderoben. I løbet af Diplomuddannelsen skal IB-eleven udføre 150 timers frivilligt arbejde uden for skemaet inden for områderne Creativity, Action og Service (CAS). Projekterne er forskelligartede og eftermiddagen bød på information om Kjærby Sport som børneprojekt, DJ Simba der spillede afro-beats, en kunstudstilling med udvalgte værker, musikindslag, information om elevskriftet, oplæg fra Karnevalsgruppen, Hockey som frivillig idræts aktivitet, kage, pebernødder og masser af information om frivilligt arbejde fra Projekt Frivillig. Projekt Frivillig er et nyt projekt financieret af Staten, der opfordrer alle gymnasielever til at involvere sig i frivilligt arbejde – for at få en meningsfuld ungdomstilværelse og for at styrke fremtidens CV. Til CAS arrangementet gæstede Frivillig Koordinator Katja fra De Frivilliges Hus skolen med en række jobopslag, hvor både IB og STX-elever fik lejlighed til at skrive sig op og melde sig til en række frivillige aktiviteter i lokalområdet.

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Opdateret: 14. maj 2012