Damian Coburn
An Abrupt End to an Even More Abrupt Friendship
Submitted by Damian Coburn on October 7, 2008 - 11:45.An Abrupt End to an Even More Abrupt Friendship
The Elusive Rendezvous
Submitted by Damian Coburn on October 2, 2008 - 11:44.The Elusive Rendezvous
By Damian Coburn
Chelsea Public School, Grade 12
Has there ever been one word that you never knew how to pronounce or what it meant, and always forgot to look up or ask about? The word that was kept under my radar until this summer was “rendezvous.”
I first encountered this elusive word when I became interested in automobiles. One day, while riding through Barre City with my grandparents I saw this very nice-looking Buick SUV. On the back hatch it said, “Buick Rendezvous.” This word became very problematic for me because I had no idea of how to pronounce it. The whole word was difficult and confusing. R-e-n-d-e-z-v-o-u-s. I finally decided after some thought that the correct pronunciation of the word was rend-ze-vous, not ron-day-voo, as it is supposed to be.
Bringing Light to End the Darkness
Submitted by Guest on September 30, 2008 - 13:22.Bringing Light to End the Darkness
By Damian Coburn
Chelsea Public School, Grade 12
Number Twelve!
Submitted by sjoyce on March 29, 2008 - 11:36.Number Twelve!
By Damian Coburn
Chelsea Public School, Grade 10
Deep inside I sort of see a cute little bunny or some other creature that is soft and fluffy and cute and . . .
Snap back to reality. This beast, as I have learned to call it, just head bunted me into the wall for the seventh time in the past half hour and all I can see is not a little fluffy bunny, but fresh hamburger packed and labeled and on the label says, "What was once Number Twelve. Enjoy!" Well, that would be my favorite dream come true at the farm.
Number Twelve did not always act as if she was possessed by some dark force that I could not conquer without the use of kitchen utensils and a meat grinder. She was just an over-excited heifer that always wanted attention. Her need for attention turned into a hunger for me. Number Twelve is now a milking cow with eight hundred and seventy pounds of brute muscle and ferociousness. Not only does Number Twelve have muscle, weight, and the intent to kill on her side, she has an ugly disease as I call it. It is not really a disease but ringworm. Well, whatever you call it or her, she still scares me!
