Q: Where can I find out which advanced programs CDL
has to offer?
A: CDL has a comprehensive list of Advanced Program courses available on the CDL Studentvoice website. This information is also available in the University Advisor’s office.
Q: What is unique about the AP Program?
A: The Advanced Placement program has a long and successful history at CDL which has been offering AP courses for over 40 years and CDL students have been highly successful on AP examinations as our results a far beyond the world average.
Q: What is the typical AP student profile?
A: AP students come from diverse backgrounds and share a commitment to academic achievement and a love of learning. The AP Program is committed to encouraging participation in AP classes by a variety of students. Students need to be motivated and ready and willing to work on a college level course.
Q: What do students need to do to get into the AP program?
A: Find out as much as possible about the requirements of the program. This information is provided each spring as we go through the options process for both Gr11 and Gr12 students. You can also access useful information on the CDL Studentvoice website.
Q: What do colleges think of the AP Program?
A: Taking AP courses can improve a student's chance of getting accepted to a competitive college. Colleges and universities recognize that applicants with AP experience are much better prepared for the demands of college courses. Admissions officers are well aware of the difficulty of AP courses and exams. In addition, high scoring AP exams results ( 4 or 5 ) may earn university credit or higher level placement in certain subjects.
Q: Are AP exam scores recognised outside of the U.S.?
A: Yes, for example, UK Bachelors courses, or research universities in the Netherlands which require specific AP exams for students applying with a High School Diploma.
Hugo Bastien Jacoutet, of 6.5 explains how it's done...
Make a WebSite!
Hello I am Hugo Bastien Jacoutot in M. V’s (6/5) class and I am going to teach you how to create a WebSite freely.
I recommend “WordPess”, WordPress is a free WebSite creator. But you can still buy upgrade for custom domain (A domain is: <Domain1>.<(not-needed)Domain2-to-more><extension:e.g: .com> )
Like every WebSite you have to know the HTML computer language for doing hyperlinks (hyperlinks are link in a sentence or a word) all the rest is all done for you.
Now talking about statistics, on WordPress you can see how much you site is popular. The platform gives you access to a full control panel with layout for your WebSite and a dashboard to see all your status, statistics, domain, logo, name and more…
Now let's talk again about domains. On WordPress you can choose the 1st Domain but not the 2nd one if you don't buy it you are forced to put “.wordpress” next to the 1st domain.
Have fun creating your WebSite.
-Hugo Bastien Jacoutot G6/5
By Anna Colville
Today, the 21st January 2017, saw people across the world take to the streets in defiance of President of the United States, Donald Trump’s, inauguration. The marches’ main aims concerned a number of burning issues including: human rights, environmental issues, as well as those concerned with Trump’s position on women’s rights.
Around the world, it is thought that over 2 million people will take part in such marches, with Washington DC being the most notably attended. The march starting from the ‘Jardin Anglais’ followed by a short walk across the ‘Pont du Mont-Blanc’ ending some 500m further up the ‘Route du Lac’.
Though a cold day, the march saw Geneva swamped with over 2000 people showing their support, many of whom turned up with posters and pink hats. Across the globe the pink hat phenomenon has taken hold in response to the president’s past comments regarding the position of women in society.
The mass show of support was a response to the ‘Women’s March Global’ initiative who stress that the march was not a demonstration against the newly appointed head of state, but rather a demonstration in protest against racism, sexism and key environmental policies. Yet, the march through Geneva did see signs of unease towards the new President. Posters read, “Girls just want to have FUNdamental rights”, “Women’s rights are human rights”, “Build bridges not walls”, and “Honte à la Tromperie’.
Those attending were from all walks of life: young, old, women, men, children and even dogs. The large attendance, combined with the hundreds of other marches held across the world will hopefully raise the population’s awareness on many of the issues protested today.
Before starting, there are some key informations about ladies' figure skating that some people may not know. Figure skating is a type of sport in which players do spins, jumps, and steps on the ice. Unlike most sports, the players are judged by technical elements (how well they completed their jumps, spins, and steps) and program components (how well they interpreted the music). Jumps are when skaters take off and spin in the air. The types in order of difficulty are the Toe Loop, the Salchow, the Loop, the Flip, the Lutz, and the Axel. The Toe Loop usually comes at the end of a combination jump, which is two or more jumps linked together. The points depend on the type and the number of rotation. Spins are when skaters spin multiple times in a certain position. Top skaters change positions during a spin to do a combination spin. Steps are when skaters make certain shapes on the ice and move as if they're walking on the ice. Skaters have to do two programs in a competition: the Short Program of approximately 2 minutes and a Free Skate of 4.
Born on the 4th of September 1990, Yuna Kim represented the Republic of Korea as a figure skater from 2006 to 2014. She started skating along with her sister at the age of 5 when her coach suggested that she should start her career as a figure skater. However, figure skating wasn't a popular sport in Korea. There wasn't a private rink for practicing and it was tough buying new boots every time her feet grew since no companies sponsored her. As a junior skater, she won a silver in the junior championships and a gold the following year. After, she debuted as a senior in the 2006-2007 season along with her injuries she got due to the poor training.
During that time, South Korea had no interest for figure skating. Because of that, even when Yuna's skates were falling apart, there weren't any places where she could fix it. That made the situation worse. Whenever she tried to land jumps, the pain would come. Despite the difficulties, she won the Grand Prix Finals (GPF), the first major competition. However, the biggest skating competition was considered to be the ISU World Championships (WC). Yuna set a new world record for the short program in that competition with the point of 71.95. This amazed skating fans all over the world as nobody expected such a young skater from an unfamiliar country to break the record. However, her injuries held her back in the free skating and made her fall while landing two jumps. She finished third, but became the first Korean skater to ever win a medal at the World Championships.
After the 2007 WC, Yuna switched agencies from IMG to IB Sports. The reason was that IMG wasn't quite supportive to her and ignored her requests for sponsorships. IMG Korea sued Yuna Kim for leaving the agency, but later suggested that they would drop the case if she appears in their ice show. Yuna had no choice but to agree. However, on the first day of the show, the roof of the arena caught fire and the ice show was cancelled. At the press conference where everyone waited for an explanation, the only person they encountered was 16 year old Yuna Kim. She apologized instead of the IMG officials and held a free ice show in all alone. Nevertheless, IMG Korea did not drop the case.
After the incident, Yuna prepared the new program for the 2007-2008 season with her coach Brian Orser. She still suffered from the back pain from the previous season, but she continued training. Yuna had a signature jump. She always opened her program with a triple flip + triple toe loop combination. The flip jump is taken off with an inside edge of the skate, and the lutz is taken off with the outside. If the two jumps are taken off with a wrong edge, the skater loses points. Most skaters only use one of the two jumps in the program to prevent the 'wrong edge', but Yuna was one of the rare skaters who could do both jumps correctly. Even when the slow-motion video of her flip jump showed that she took off with an inside edge, the judges marked it as a wrong edge. Still, she won all the competitions in this season before the WC. However, the pain came back, making her fall during her triple lutz in the short program of the WC. In the free skating,
she jumped a single lutz instead of a triple, but otherwise, the performance was clean. The audience was amazed by the free skating because in the warm-up, she showed several difficulties. But when she went to the Kiss and Cry Zone to get the score, she was disappointed. The score was way lower than what she was expecting. She got a bronze medal again, leaving the commenters and the audience in shock. The gold medalist, Mao Asada fell before doing a triple axel, then did nothing for the next 20 seconds (according to the ISU judging system, if there are no components for 10 seconds, the skater loses points). However, there was no sign of degradation in that section. Sonia Bianchetti, the former referee of ISU stated that even though Yuna placed 5th, she would've won the gold medal if the judges gave her the fair judgement.
During the 2008-2009 season, Yuna overcame her injuries and started off the season. There still were some controversial judgements, but she won 1st in all competitions other than the GPF (silver). In the 4 Continents Championships, Yuna won gold, breaking her own world record with the short program 'Danse Macabre'. In the 2009 WC held in LA, Yuna Kim was confident as she was in a good condition unlike the past 2 years. She showed a great performance and amazed many skating fans who missed the old judging system (which focused more on the program component score), as there weren't so many skaters who emphasized the artistic side of figure skating. She broke the world record again for the short program. The free skating 'Scheherazade' was actually dedicated to Michelle Kwan, a former American figure skater. She was Yuna's role model. In the 2009 WC held in LA, Yuna performed this in front of Michelle Kwan who also used this music for her program during her career. Furthermore, during the 2008-2009 season, female skaters had a 'dream score'. No female skater has ever gotten 200 points as a total. One has gotten 199.57, but that was the closest. However, in the WC, Yuna received a total of 207.71 points, becoming the first woman to pass the total point of 200. She did not jump the triple salchow in the free skating which showed that she could've gotten a higher score.
The 2009-2010 season was special. The Vancouver Winter Olympics were held that season. Yuna was extra careful with herself while training so that she doesn't let the same things happen all over again- not being able to do her best due to injuries. She set a new record for the short, free, and the total, all in the two Grand Prix Series. Then she won the GPF which was her 3rd GPF gold medal in her career. The Olympic Games followed after. The people from all over the world thought either Yuna or Mao would become the champion, since Mao Asada was famous for her triple axels which were usually done by male skaters.
Yuna had to perform after Mao Asada in the short program. Mao got a high score, landing all the triple axels. Then Yuna followed. Despite the incredible lead of Mao, she skated without a single sign of anxiety and set a new record (78.50). It is considered to be the longest holding record for short programs (4.5 years until it was broken). Two days later, the situation was reversed. Yuna had to perform before Mao. She did an amazing job, mesmerizing the audience. An NBC commenter even said, "Oh my goodness, this is glorious. It is one of the greatest Olympic performances I have ever seen!" She broke the old record for the free skating (150.06) and the total (228.56). The free skating record was broken during the 2016 WC and the total is still the world record. The three records are still the olympic records. After the excitement, it was Mao's turn to skate. She successfully landed the triple axels, but she made a few mistakes due to the nervousness and the pressure. She got the total of 205.50. Yuna Kim therefore became the olympic champion. She was the first to beat all three records in a single international competition, and the first Korean olympic medalist.
During her career, Yuna Kim broke the world record 11 times in total, 8 of them being her own. She is the first and only skater to have never finished off the podium. Due to the word limit, her story (of her return and the controversial judgement in Sochi) cannot be finished, but I can say she's considered to be one of the greatest skaters of all time.
Everyone has different talents. Though it is good to have a vast knowledge of all things, this is not possible for some. Sports players may not be good at math, and history whizzes may not be good at English. No one should be pushed beyond their limits. Everyone should strive to achieve their personal best. School athletes should be allowed to play their sport(s), whether they are on the honor roll or not.
Firstly, this is a matter of equality. If someone is good at foreign languages, but terrible at sports, they are not judged because they do not get a letter grade in sports. But if the situation is switched, then a person who is amazing at sports and bad at foreign languages will be judged because they do receive a letter grade in languages. In addition, people usually consider subjects such as English, Math, Science, and Languages to be more important than sports. This is because they feel that these are more useful in life. However, all subjects should be considered equal because people will follow different career paths in life. That is what school is about. It is a launching pad to your future career. It is supposed to give you a wide range of options so that you can follow the route you choose.
Secondly, when the expectations are set too high, people tend to show lower levels of self-confidence, which can make them perform even worse in their academics and in other areas of their lives. Although I believe that athletes should not be expected to get on the Honor Roll, they should always be encouraged to do their best and at least get a passing grade (C).
Thirdly, although academic excellence is important, it is not the only critical factor for success in life. In my opinion, it is neither necessary nor sufficient for real-world success. We all know too well the example of Bill Gates, who dropped out of college. Today, he is one of the richest men on earth. In addition, he has made remarkable contributions to the computer and information technology (IT) industries. More recently, through his foundation, he has made global impacts on poverty and disease reduction, and even on academic excellence!
In addition, instead of removing athletes from the team because of not being on the honor roll, alternatives should be presented. For example, tutors could be hired to help them in areas in which they are struggling. The school administration, the student, and his or her parents can work together to find solutions.
Finally, school athletes should not have to be on the honor roll to play in games because there is already enough pressure on them to do well and stay on the team. They are already investing their time and energies on becoming better athletes, not on getting straight A’s. Yes, they should get at least a passing grade, but they should not have to get on the honor roll to stay on the team.
In conclusion, school athletes represent the school in games because they are good at sports, not because of their academic prowess. They should not be required to get on the Honor Roll because that is like asking a straight A student to become captain of the football team. The two skills are not mutually exclusive, but they are not commonly found together in the same individuals. Each person should strive for their personal best. They should not be required to do any more or any less.
After South Africa winning the Dubai Sevens the stakes where high as they travel back to home soil and play an aggressive Fiji side. As Fiji and South Africa were fighting over the number 1 position in sevens both teams did not wont to lose. Both teams made it up to the semifinals,South Africa crushing New Zealand but underdogs to the tournament England destroy Fiji in an electrifying match. Now South Africa must face a English team full of confidence. Both teams did not wont want to throw in the towel. England and South Africa playing there best teams and playing there best that they possibly can. It came down to the last minute South Africa score 17-19 they had to get the conversion, there was dead silence in the crowd. Cecil Africa stood up to take the kick……… HE MISSES England start to celebrate South Africa fall to the ground as if it was the most important match they they've ever played, but England finish out on top.
I lived a decent life until I was seven. Looking back at it, I should have thought I lived like a queen. So innocent, so unaware and unconscious of the cruel world outside. At the age of five, I longed for the children that went walking to pre-school, laughing and gossiping all together. So my parents decided that I was to attend school at the age of seven. Those two years passed as slowly as a snail slithers. A day wouldn't pass without me yearning for that first day of school to start. Little did I know that those two years were the 'best' years, and most importantly the last years of my childhood, before I learnt the awful truth...
"Ruth!" I turned around and saw my best friend, Daina, running towards me, dust entering her eyes from the grit in the ground. It was another sunny and dry day in the town of Mayoko, Congo. " Perfect for another day of school" I thought. Me and Daina ran to school, in our usual routine, but quicker, because we were running late. We eagerly conversed about how the first month of school was going, running through the soil track, when it happened. The passage we were walking through was surrounded by trees, so that the men couldn't see us, but we could see them. They proceeded towards the school in large camouflage trucks, all the men covered in white turbans. Me and Daina didn't say a word to each other, but we both clearly knew what was happening. Our spines shivered in fear as we huddled together behind a thick tree stump, immobile. We tried to hide and ignore what was happening, but curiosity had the better of us. Slowly, we watched young girls be hauled out of the school and into the trucks. It was like torture watching it, even though we knew the girls experiencing it were feeling much worse. One thing we noticed was that only the female classmates were being kidnapped, in fact, one of the men high-fived one of our male classmates, much to our horror. Then they left, with the poor girls in the trucks, as if nothing had happened. We looked at each other, tears in our eyes, and realized how lucky we were for being late to school.
We stayed there, traumatized, for about two hours, trembling. We didn't speak a word, but that didn't matter. Slowly, leaning on each other, we managed to get up. Both of us started walking back, seeing the world from a perspective none of us ever had. "Look at that man! He looks suspicious, better run fast!" This is what our minds were up to while we raced back to our village. We both ran into the arms of our mothers, tears of rushing down our faces. Reluctantly, we tell our story, words coming out of our mouths that we'd never thought to use. We sit there, motionless, as the story spreads fast. Parents, siblings, and relatives start crying, most of the children who attended the school lived in this village. Soon, the awful news had arrived to our chief leader, to which he proceeded to arrange a meeting. When all of us were assembled, he started to speak. " As you all probably know, a horrible tragedy has occurred at the local school of Mayoko" Me and Daina looked at each other, disturbing flashbacks passing through our eyes. " All the young women who have attended this school have been kidnapped, except for our precious daughters Ruth and Daina, by an association still unknown. We-" he continued to talk but I didn't listen, I blacked out. The only thing I managed to pick up was that I, or any girl, was obliged to remain home and help her parents. The boys were still allowed to go.
Once my family had arrived home, the sun was setting, as we entered our cosy hut. My parents started arguing as soon as I went to bed. They thought I couldn't hear them, when I could.
"We should of never let her go to school you know"
"But why? Yes, that atrocious thing happened, but it certainly wasn't her fault!"
"Women are made only to have children and serve for their husbands, trust me, I should know
from my experience!"
"Honey, you know I think so much of you than that! And any woman for that matter! When
we had Ruth, she was a girl, and many villagers consoled us, telling us 'don't worry, the next child will be a boy' That's outrageous! The gender that brings a human to life is undermined ?!"
"Well, that's just how it is"
"You're a woman yourself, how can you say those things?"
"That's how we were taught and that's they way it will remain"
The argument finished there. My mother moved out a week later. No goodbyes, nothing. I
never saw her again.
Meanwhile, my dad and I started to think. I was eight, but well beyond my years. We reached the consensus that nothing would change if we stayed there, and most importantly, my future would
already be determined. So we moved out of Congo to South Africa. We had enough money, my father had found a job there, and we would soon move into a respectable apartment. The only problem was leaving my best friend, Daina. I wished she could of come with us, I knew she was just as smart as me and deserved the same opportunity. Looking through the airplane window, I knew I had to change something.
In South Africa, I pursued my educated future until my graduation day. That was the first time I saw my dad cry. Even when my mother left he hadn't shed a tear. He was immensely proud of me, as I was of him. I had gotten a scholarship in one of South Africa's best colleges, to continue my career as a teacher. Throughout my studies, it had become obvious that education really was the only solution to a better, more equal society. This was the goal. My mother was never to be seen again, but that was fine. My dad got remarried with a woman that could replace the emptiness in my heart that came from lacking a mother. After four years, I went back to my home village, Mayoko. I glanced over to see my old friend. Daina was radiant, older, wiser. We caught up with each others' lives, I told her my story, she told me hers. The values and ideas we both prioritized were the same, this had come from the same horrible experience we lived through. The girls kidnapped were never found, but the same school remained open, only to boys. We decided to open a school together, where every child was welcomed, where one would learn the values that are correct. We wouldn't be influenced by the propaganda that was inserted into one's brain at a young age. Overtime, in the course of 10 years, our village became accustomed to the idea. The local school Mayoko re-opened, accepting girls and boys, influenced and inspired from our school. Of course, this took away some business, but me and Daina knew that this is why we opened the school in the first place, and not for the superficial reason of business. Students who graduated from our school continued to spread these ideas, even if they lived in the middle of the dessert. Not only being better educated generally made them a better person, but it also helped them get a job.
Now, I'm forty, but I won't tell you if by 2050 we will be a better world, with no wars and major conflicts, and, most importantly, a world where everyone is treated equally.
Somewhere in the middle of nowhere, on a small, remote and isolated island nobody had ever known of, a prison was being created. People would kidnap young children and bring them to the island, to train them, discipline them, reach out to them and recreate them. People would buy, steal and sell these kids so they could brainwash them and begin experiments. The proprietors of the island called it The Sanctuary Of The Blessed, they called the island this to convince children they were special and that everything was okay, when it really wasn't. The children had no idea where they were, who these people were and what would happen to them, everyday a handful of kids would be taken into a laboratory and never come out, if you were lucky they would take you the stadium and train you to fight and survive, the painful discipline and training was like torture. Nobody knew whether these people were making an army or even worse, a new species. I happened to be one of these unfortunate children. Unlike most kids who just wanted to survive, I wanted to live, or better, escape.
We stumbled through the wild forest of the island very ungracefully, shredding past large damp, moss covered trees stopping occasionally to take short breaths of salty air. The mist was beginning to appear at this time, engulfing the trees, forcing its way into our throats. I could barley see my companions now, faded outlines of my friends ran along side me as we struggled to see. "This was a bad idea" Called my friend frustratingly, Axel's familiar voice echoed through the humid air. "We should have waited until the mist had past" he continued. I said nothing, focusing on my breathing, this was the third time we had tried to escape and it didn't look like we were going to make it. "Do you think the Snatchers have noticed that we're gone yet?" Piper staggered. Snatcher was the name we had decided was horrible enough for the people that stole us from our families, tortured us, stole our memories, and kept us locked up here on this island like dogs. "Imogen?" Piper called, waiting for me to answer her question, I opened my mouth, another puff of thick white fog was inhaled. "I don't know, but we can't waste time talking, we have to get to the end of the island before dawn, and at this rate we'll get there tomorrow and lunch, by then the Snatchers will know we're missing, so hurry up!" We ran for maybe another half our before suddenly the terrifying and yet familiar sound of growling dogs, sniffing the ground and releasing low, vicious growls from their throats came from all directions. A chill ran down my back and I tumbled to the muddy, weed covered ground, Piper's questioned had been answered, the Snatchers had found us.
The horrible rattling of chains filled my ears as a gloved hand grabbed my wrists and locked them together, I knew very well what that sound was, handcuffs. I looked around carefully for my friends, trying to disguise my worry, maybe they had escaped? I had to act natural incase Axel and Piper hadn't been caught, if I showed in any way that I was looking for them, the Snatchers would know I wasn't alone and they'd start searching the forest until they found my friends. However when I heard the scared whimper, in the thick fog, coming from next to me, I knew Piper had been caught and when I saw the faded outline of Axel struggling to unchain himself, I knew that we were all doomed. We walked the whole way back to the camp on foot, which took at least an hour, nobody talked and nobody tried to get free because we knew it was no use. We were cold, handcuffed, tired, scared, and frankly disappointed that we were caught again we may as well go back to the camp and rest, but I was certain I would try to escape again with or without my friends. I actually had three people I knew and liked at the camp, Axel, Piper, and Finn who had refused to come with us this time because he was afraid we would get caught and put in the Glassrooms. That's what happened if you broke any rules at The Sanctuary Of The Blessed, you would get locked in a room made completely out of glass, for a night to teach you a lesson. The room was a kind of torture the Snatchers used to discipline us, there would be some sort of undiscovered gas that only existed on the island, and it would be released into the room. The gas made you hallucinate about your most terrifying nightmares as if they were real. I trudged through the mud with a large, anonymous, brick like arm laying on my shoulder, crushing it, as I trudged through the Sanctuary Of The Blessed.
Holly plunged into the forest, leaving the strange hills behind her. She knew if she kept going her beating heart might burst but, if she stopped it might be too late…
Panting, Holly gasped for breath. Blood trickled down the side of her forehead but she didn't care, all she needed was to get to the town of Avally to save her poor mother from the unfathomable, mysterious person who’d arrived three days earlier. All Holly knew about this person was that he was part if a murder plot and this plot involved her mother.
Holly kept going into the forest. Suddenly she heard something. A noise. It was a raspy whisper, “ beware, beware…” It wafted into the cold air. Holly waited to see where this peculiar voice came from, but nothing came. She shouted, “Hello?! Who’s there? Come back!” There was no reply. Finally she gave up and kept going ‘no timetable lose’ she thought.
As she came to the end of the forest, Holly stumbled upon a giant spear-like stick pierced into the snow like a sword. Holly examined it, then tried pulling it out. No luck, she kept going. A few steps later, she tripped over a shriveled up unicorn with silver blood flowing down its face. This creature had been murdered and the blood had been sucked out to give that imortal person the unfortunate gift of being half cursed. Holly shivered and kept going.
Checking her watch, she decided to pick up the pace, Holly had been traveling for 2 days now. She was hungry, tired and confused but she had to keep going. After what had seemed like hours, she came across an old abandoned town. All the buildings in the town had what seemed like blood smeared across all the doors, but one. The last building wasin perfect condition and a sweet apple pie smell wafted out of the chimney. Holly was so hungry that she decided to go in. She walked up to the door but before she could grasp the doorknob, the door creaked open. An old man stepped out, he was as pale as a ghost with dead eyes and a frayed plaid shirt with blood stains all over it. He lurched forward, towards Holly and grabbed her throat, he said, “Get out! How dare you come close!” He let her throat go and slammed the door.
As Holly trudged up the road to her mothers house in the town of Avally, her chest tightened with fear and she broke into a cold sweat. Was her mother ok?
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