The Iron Fist of French Immersion

Canada, a bilingual country, has French as its official language alongside English. It is important to encourage students towards the French culture, as it is an integral part of Canada. The majority of public schools have a mandatory French class, core French, which teaches the basics of the language. For a more advanced option, students can choose to enrol in a French Immersion program in grade 1, or an Extended French program in grade 4.

When they graduate, they receive a certificate to approve that they are officially bilingual. Time is a critical component in the study of languages so in order to graduate, the student must have a required amount of hours. An issue presents itself here: there are some regions throughout Canada where they don't have these programs. And if they do, they might not offer a complete set. What if an Extended French student were to move where they don’t offer Extended French? With only core french and French Immersion, would they be obliged to drop it?

The French Extended student can't transfer into a french immersion program, because of the strict time requirement. Again, language is a time-based subject so to catch up, it would require more work. But what about the talented polyglots with a gift of tongues? They will be able to pick up on the language quickly and effectively. Guiseppe Caspar Mezzofanti, an Italian linguist, is known for understanding 72 languages, 39 of which he can fluently speak. If he were to follow the time restraint, where would he be by his 10th language?

There are other motivated student who will work diligently towards a subject that they passion. There are many after school clubs and courses to take if they ever feel that they are falling behind. Is it fair to neglect them a chance at learning French? 

One of my friends is from Montreal, where french is more common on the streets. The school that she attended was an all french school. When she moved to Toronto and applied for french immersion, she was turned down. Why? Her old school didn’t have an ‘authentic’ french immersion program and she didn’t have a certified time count. But why didn't the system allow her to attend a french immersion school? 

The time barrier between French Immersion and Extended French students is a bit far stretched. Why put a wedge between students who truly have the potential of learning French? Why not promote the program and offer them a chance, especially if its something that they are capable of doing? In a bilingual country, where french should be encouraged?

The number of hours spent on French is solely a way of making sure the student really understands the language. So why is the number of hours mandatory if the student can definitely qualify as a french speaker? It is not the only way to testify the student. 

For an immigrant to arrive in Canada, there is a series of tests for them to complete. An  IELTS (International English Language Testing System) test and the CELPIP (Canadian English Language Proficiency Index Program) test are two English language assessments, both of which are graded using a 9 band scale. The 9 band scale is a detailed level assessor, distinguishing the strong english citizens from the weaker ones. If such a test exists, then why can’t there be a French language assessment? 

The assessment can help determine if the student can qualify instead of the mandatory time requirement. The purpose of the time requirement is a method of approving the student's French skill. But it is now mistaken as the goal, the purpose, of the program. If this assessment can yield the same results, possibly even more accurate, why not offer it?

French Immersion A Set of Unnecessary Requirements

Dear French Immersion board,

Must I quit the French program? I am a grade 10 student in French Extended and I aspire to continue with my French studies. However, when my family moved from the TDSB region to the YRDSB region, I was faced with a dilemma. The YRDSB did not offer French Extended and to enter French Immersion, more hours of french education was needed.

In Canada, we offer many French programs such as Core French, French Extended and French Immersion. These programs cater to different people's needs and situations, encouraging them to develop take up French studies.

Admittedly, it is crucial and necessary to put in a certain number of hours in French education as the level of one's linguistics and the hours of practice have a direct correlation. While this is an effective and ingenious method to ensure the success of a student in the program, the main objective of French Immersion is not to achieve a specific number of hours. We have misunderstood the usage of this minimal hour required strategy. Instead, the program stands to provide a higher education in French.

I have a friend who had moved to Toronto from Montreal in grade 10. She had come from a solely French-speaking school. However, she could not join the French Immersion program as she did not have an official report stating how many hours of French education she had. Did she not have enough hours?

There are many polyglots in this world who posses a prowess in languages. Siad Fazah is a polylingual person is noted to be able to read and write 58 different languages and was in the Guinness Book of World Records up to the 1998 edition for speaking the most languages. Sir John Bowring claimed to know an astounding 200 different languages and was able to speak 100. If these people must adhere to the minimum numbers of hours constraint, how many years would they have had to dedicate into learning these languages?

French is an official language in Canada. Shouldn't we embolden our students to continue learning french? By putting up a superfluous confinement, this barricades many paths instead of providing opportunities for those who are dedicated to learning french.

A simple solution to this problem is creating a literacy test. Literacy tests are not uncommon. Students in Grade 10 in Ontario must all take the Ontario Secondary School Literacy Test (OSSLT) to graduate, ESL learners must also take assessments such as the Canadian Language Benchmarks Assessment (CLBA). Prospective immigrants to Canada must either take the International English Language Testing System (IELTS), the Canadian English Language Proficiency Index Program (CELPIP) or Test d'évaluation du français (TEF) the latter itself even being a french literacy test. If these literacy tests proves to be such a practical method, should we not adopt them into our school program?

Although we have implemented many rational rules to ensure a student's success, a further look into them is necessary. Students who admire and long to understand the French language deserve a chance to continue in their studies. Instead of barricading the French Immersion program, it should open new doors and built more paths.

Handwriting

The moment my English teacher called out to the class that we were having a "work period" an entire hour to write our assignments, everyone reached into their bags, in a pocket that was made specifically for a sleek, thin computer, and pulled out their laptops. Booting them up, I watched silently as almost all of the class had their fancy portable computers on their desk, and began typing. The tops of the laptops were all facing me, their logos popping out from their black or sliver canvas. From where I was working, I saw only an inkling, a handful of people who, like me, had their pencils out and were scribbling on lined pieces of paper.

Ever since kindergarten, children are taught how to write by hand, tracing dotted lines to form As and Bs. We would scribble in small notebooks with huge spacing between ruling lines about what we did on the weekend. With wobbly and shaking handwriting, one could barely make out a "I like pears" under a picture of said fruit. Still, every year, we would get new notebooks that we filled with notes and lessons and every year, our handwriting would have subtle differences.

However, with the new age of technology, handwriting seems to be becoming less and less practical. We are using emails, texts and other forms of social media more and more regularly and now much of the school curriculum revolves around the use of these new technologies. Now, schools are all equipped with Dell laptops in a large black cart and sometimes even Apple computers. More and more people are now wondering if handwriting will become obsolete.

Many schools today are opting to exclude teaching cursive to the students. Many argue that it is useless, as students will never use these skill outside of school as no one really writes with cursive nowadays. The time spent on learning cursive could instead be used on other subjects that are more suitable for the modern era and keyboarding lessons could supersede lessons on cursive. After all, in this era of fast growing technology, keyboarding would be a much more important skill than cursive.

However, cursive writing isn't that impotent. Cursive writing elevates the speed people can write and thus it creates a sense of automaticity and the brain can spend more time on sentence structure and organization. This spontaneousness is also important when transferring information from the brain's short-term memory to its long-term memory. Students who work on tablets and computers do not develop these skills as instead of memorizing the spelling of the individual words, many spell it out phonetically and the auto-correct feature in these programs gives them the correct spelling.

Often in peer editing situations, I find mistakes in my spelling after getting my assignment returned from a classmate. After pointing out the mistake, they would often look incredulous and state that they had thought that was the correct spelling.

People also stress over how messy their handwriting. They state that because their handwriting is so illegible, it would be better for them to type than to actually write their assignment. Yet, some teachers find that students have a hard time reading their written feedback. Many of my teachers prefer to hand notes back with a comment, written in cursive, which prompts many students to have to go up and ask the educator about the the comment which hinders communication and learning of the student. However, students who do practice cursive and handwriting more often have less difficulty reading the criticism or remark of their teachers.

Handwriting is a unique part of ourselves in this age of technology, handwriting is still as potent as ever. It forms part of our culture and some say that it is even an art. Even though we have more keyboards, the fact remains that handwriting is beneficial to learning and creativity.

Obsessions

It's fair to say that every once in a while, society finds something new to mull over about. Whether it be a new band, a young celebrity, or even a new song, there will always be something in the press. Somethings which the people will fantasize and dream about, but forgotten in a month. However, some of these obsessions stay, and they stay for a long time.

The idea of a 'perfect' body is a fantasy for many people. The media will use attractive figures to lure the attention of a human eye and advertisements add in an alluring image of a beautiful body. Celebrities feel the strong urge to look in perfect condition in front of the public and will undergo surgeries and diets to get to the picture-ready shape. Victoria's Secret models have a stunning look with their long, thin legs. Society sets standards to itself that people feel the urge to meet. But how much of the media is real? Is it worth the trouble to live up to false standards?

Nowadays, models and celebrities struggle to remain in best shape. People who look up to them don't realize the cost of such 'beauty' and they try to match the looks of their favourite star. Many of them, especially girls, feel that they need to go on diets and they refrain from eating. Yes, they might be able to achieve their weight goal, but there is a big difference between 'skinny-sick' and 'skinny beauty'. This is when issues such as anorexia and bulimia start. People starve themselves to the point of weakness and they go through intensive workouts. All for what? The media throws lies out to the public, thus influencing them to force their body into what it's not. The crazy obsession for weight started off as a small fantasy, but is growing into something bigger and dangerous.

While the public is pressuring themselves to look like the ideal human, the goals that they are reaching for aren't even possible. After the models have their picture taken, the picture goes through an extensive amount of touching up and photoshopping. When the final result is out, many of the perfections that are shown to the public could be false. The image is filtered and altered so some of looks aren't from the original model. While girls pine over the beauty of the models, they fail to see through the mirage of technological enhancements. Basically, their body goals are created by computers, not a natural beauty for a human.

Yes, advertisers will say how it's not their fault that all their models are enhanced to a point. Because humans are easily attracted to pretty visuals, a pretty body can easily catch their attention. If the models didn't look so attractive, people will think twice before buying a specific product. As much as we hate to admit it, an aesthetically pleasing body and face will subconsciously persuade the consumers' minds into believing the result of the product. But why is it necessary to have such a skinny model on the front page of a magazine? Plus size models can be just as attractive. And not only do they have to be plus sized, even an average body could still please the eye. They could still attract the attention of the customers and they wouldn't be too disappointed when the product doesn't work out as they hoped it would.

When clothing stores release pictures of their models, an underlying message will be that humans should look like that in order to be 'pretty'. But years from now, when technology advances so much that beauty enhancements are more common, everyone will look the same. Sure, they will be 'pretty', but will they really be beautiful? If everyone looks identical to each other after their plastic surgeries, the ones who will stand out will be the ones with a bit more curves. When everyone is immaculate robots, the ones with their natural flaws would hold true beauty. People shouldn't crave for something that is the standard of 'pretty'. Instead, flaws are what makes them, them. They define each and every one of us and shouldn't be caked under heavy make up.

The obsession over the ideal body weight has been around since the early 16 hundreds. But working towards this picture-perfect world in a less-than-perfect reality is not worth the trouble. Society's standards are too high and absurd. Looking like someone else is the worst form of self-expression. People shouldn't be coaxed into believing what the media shows, instead they should accept who they are as themselves.

The world will always have its obsessions, substantial ones or the occasional fling. But the ideal body image is unnecessary and people should stop fussing about it. And don't even get me started on society's obsession with movie-screen romance.

Une Chambre Sombre

La chambre était noire, deux torches à chaque côté d’une grande boite, qui était ouvrir. Il y avait deux autres petites boites dans la chambre sombre et gêné, un de ces était aussi ouvrir, les contenus dans ces boites a dispersé sur le sol gris. La porte, gris et de métal était fermer, et au-dessus, un grand minuteur avec quarante-cinq minutes. Pourtant, quand nous avons regardé fugitivement au chronomètre, nous avons remarqué qu'il y avait seulement 60 seconds et il continuait d’égrener.

C’était le mois de février, la neige continuait de tomber du ciel gris. Le vent hurlait et l’air froid créait des petits nuages quand nous respirons. Pourtant, nous avons été excitées. Sur l’internet, nous avons trouvé un jeu, d’échapper par un chambre dans un temps limité. Les mots « Échapper de ce Chambre » ont été écrit avec un font large et mystérieux. Nous avons réservé une chambre toute de suite; nous avons voulu d'être comme Sherlock Holmes - trouver des indices et échapper!

Donc, nous nous trouvons dans une salle sombre et petite. Notre but était de trouver un « trésor » et d'échapper la salle. Nous avons été équipés avec deux lampes de poches et une lumière d’UV. Avec un bang retentissant, notre lien avec le monde extérieur était couper avec une porte lourd. Nous avons étendu le click clair de la serrure. Le chronomètre immédiatement a commencé de décompter les minutes. Quarante-cinq minutes pour trouver le trésor, quarante-cinq minutes d’échapper.

Immédiatement, nous avons utilisé la lumière UV et nous avons trouvé des petites empreintes qui nous nous guidé à un petit clé, qui ouvrent une grande boite trouver au milieu de la chambre. Dans la grande boite, il y a des bâtons, une boite plus petite, fermé avec une serrure à combinaison, et des numéros, entouré par des contours d’un triangle, une cercle ou un carrée. Il y avait aussi un contour d’une grand clé, qu’on a trouvé enchaîné a la grande boite, pourtant, la chaîne était trop court, et un contour d’une boussole.

Avec les bâtons, qui étaient classé avec des petites pièces des bandes colorés, nous avons remarqué qu’il y avait trois rouges, quatre jaunes et sept verts. Nous avons réalisé que les bâtons forment des numéros comme l’un dans une cloche digital, donc la seule possibilité de chaque numéro de bâtons colorées était sept, quatre et huit. En utilisant ses bâtons, nous avons ouvert la petite boite. Et puis nous avons ouvert un des petits coffres. Nous avons regardé le temps, il y avait encore onze minutes qui restes. Le dernier petit coffre était encore fermer, pourtant, nous avons eu beaucoup du temps.

En observant la devinette qui nous présentant, nous pensons d’une façon de ouvrir la petite coffre. La grande clé était encore enchaîner et nous ne prouvent pas trouver la signification de les numéros entourer par les formes géométrique. Nous avons regardé longuement au nouvelle devinette: une planche avec un diagramme très étrange.

« Ca fait rien de sens, j’ai plaints, en soupirant.

- Pense de quelque chose! On a onze minutes qui restent!

- Et donc pourquoi tu ne fais pas quelque chose? J’ai résolu toutes les autres, et bien mon cerveau est fatiguer! Maintenant c’est ton tour!

- Mais je ne sais pas de quoi faire non plus! » elle a gémi.

La tempe continuait de s’éclipser, on reste 5 minute, pour ouvrir le dernier coffre et de n’importe quoi d’autre dans la boite.

« Dépêche-toi! ma sœur a paniqué quand elle regard la tempe qui reste.

- Tu fais quelque chose! j’ai rétorqua, en cherchant désespérément pour un indice sur la planche.

- Quatre minutes! On a quatre!

- Oui, oui je sais! Aide-moi! » j’ai lui hurla.

Avec moi, nous regardons la planche, le diagramme étrange et les numéros dans le grand coffre.

« Je ne peux pas le résolu! » j’ai gémi.

« Je me demande de quoi pense les peuples à l’autre cote de cette port. Ils doivent penser que nous sommes fous! » ma sœur a rigolé, en renoncent le planche.

« Avec tous les bruits qu’on a fait, bien sûr! » j’ai ri.

Je m'ai levé et surveillé la salle. La chambre était noire, deux torches à chaque côté d’une grande boite, qui était ouvrir. Il y avait deux autres petites boites dans la chambre sombre et gêné, un de ces était aussi ouvrir, les contenus dans ces boites a dispersé sur le sol gris. La porte, gris et fait de métal a été fermer, et juste à haut, un grand minuteur avec quarante-cinq minutes. Pourtant, quand nous avons regardé fugitivement au chronomètre, nous avons remarqué que nous avons seulement 60 seconds et il continuait d’égrener.

« Soixante seconds » j’ai murmura.

- Dix!

- Cinq!

- Trois!»

Dans les deux seconds derniers, on a regardé la planche une dernière fois.

« Nous avons raté » ma sœur soupira, juste quand notre dernier second est passé.

Un cri aigu retentit dans notre chambre. La porte est ouvert, et nous avons sorti.

« Eh bien, nous avons toujours la prochaine fois. »

Winter Frost

The air was plunged deep into winter frost. Birds cried as they furiously flapped their way to warmer countries. Squirrels frantically scoured the lands to fill their stomachs before sleeping away their worries. Feeling the glacial mist enveloping the city, the animals cowered into dark corners. They waited for the frozen age to pass, they waited for the greenery to come back.

The trees shed their clothing, the pale snow too much of a burden for them. They rid themselves of their essence, stripped down to bare bones. The skeletal arms of bushes and shrubs line the neighbourhoods like lonely souls on an empty street without even a small bud of life.

The few remnants of leaves on the naked twigs were brown and shrivelled. They sagged under the loss of life, they hung down in shame. Even the force of a soft wind sent them fluttering into the breeze, flitting uselessly to the ground. The ground which was just as vacant; the patches of dirt were empty shells. The flowers no longer sang in the golden afternoon. The grass was yellow and wilted, they no longer rippled in the breeze.

But the life was still there, it was always there. Old lives were shed to make way for new lives. The trees said farewell to their leaves in the expectation of even greener ones. They lost their colourful flowers only to welcome fresh buds of the spring. The leaves that they rid of would grow back more abundant than ever. Trees needed to keep up with the style too, their new leaves being 'in' while the old ones were 'out'. The dated flowers were put to rest for a brighter garden.

Animals bred in foreign countries. Birds flew miles away only to return stronger, more experienced. Squirrels took a rest to enjoy the joyous chorus come spring. Nature is cleansed, renewed to the next vitality.

Then, the first flake fell. It melted as soon as it touched the still warm earth. However, a thin sheet of snow soon layered the ground, the hills, the unprotected trees. The thin sheet promptly transformed into a frozen blanket. The roads showed signs of strain with each snowflake. The air was a flurry of snow, mist and frost.

Drivers pulled their hair off trying to see through the storm. Some cars skidded precariously close to the side walk. They drove through blind boundaries, everything covered with the treacherous snow. Each car was more hesitant than the other. They propelled their way slowly through traffic, careful not to bump into one another.

Monstrous snow plow trucks drove steadily down major streets, pushing tons and tons of snow off the road. As the white blanket was being removed, more just continued to pelt down. Some vehicles broke down and ceased to continue moving. Their wheels got stuck in the snow turning uselessly.

Walking conditions were more or less tough. Knee deep snow, getting everything wet. The sidewalks were piled over with mountains. People huffed trying to swim their way through the streets. With the heavy winter-wear, transportation by foot was arduous.

The cars were at a stalemate with the weather. But why spend so much effort on the road? Time aside, kids spend giggling hours out in the snow banks. Each snowflake holds another miracle. Instead of a city stung with lights, the city is transformed into forts and snow people. Snowmen stand side by side with lopsided grins and a carrot for a nose. Boulders of snow are carefully aligned to defend against oncoming attackers. A couple of children are throwing snowballs at one another while some and lying on the ground, creating angels.

While the roads are heavily blocked by traffic, transport is so much faster when tobogganing or skiing down a hill. Tracks are created in the purity as people twist their way down from the top of the hill. Mothers push their children on sleds and their squeals of delight travel far through the neighbourhood.

Once inside, the family can cozy up next to the fireplace sipping marshmallow brimmed hot chocolate. While the raging whirlwind of a storm outside calms its flurries, the warmth inside the house is hazy. Dinner is served. No one wants to waste effort on the road as they all prefer to stay back with the family. By morning, the roads will be in better condition, but for now, everyone sits back and enjoys the unexpected time with family.

The next time winter frost sends chills up spines, the cold ugliness can be created into a miracle. The animals will return next spring in full kick. The warm nights will feel more rewarding. Winter is another part of the seasonal cycle; each season balancing each other out, one not better than the other. Winter, being the colder beauty of life.