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Luca Lazylegs Patuelli

I’d like to tell you the story of Luca Lazylegs Patuelli, a Canadian b-boy who was born with arthrogryposis, a muscle disorder which affects his legs. He came to Armand Corbeil school on December 6th and danced for all the students of Secondary 1 PEI and DIM.  

When Luca was a child, he wasn’t interested in break dancing. He loved riding his skateboard with friends. Despite his condition, he became really good at skateboarding and used his hands to move forward on a board. After a leg surgery, Luca had to let his skateboarding dreams go. This was a very difficult time in his life, because skateboarding was like an escape from reality for him. Because he could no longer skateboard, his friends introduced him to break dancing. Then, his friends brought him to a breakdance competition in Washington where people made a huge circle and one dancer went in the middle to show his performance. That circle was called a cypher. Luca saw that and he wanted to go in the middle of the cypher but he had prostheses in his legs that prevented him from moving. That didn’t discourage him: he removed his prostheses, crawled in the middle of the circle and did his first breakdance dance. There were a lot of people watching him and they loved seeing him dance. That moment was the beginning of his breakdancing career. Since then Lucas has been breakdancing for 13 years! He became a world renowned dancer and accomplished a lot of things. He created a word: Ill-ability. Since Luca doesn’t like the word disability, instead of the prefix dis, he uses ill, which means cool in the hip-hop world. This way the word illability has a positive meaning: it represents something cool, awesome. Luca even created a team which unites break-dancers with disabilities from all across the world.  They all have different disabilities and different dance styles and that is what makes them unique. The team is called Illabilties and they do tours across the globe. They even got the chance to share the scene with Katy Perry in Japan last October. Luca also took part in a popular Quebec dance show Revolution. He performed an emotional dance in front of 4 judges to prove that no matter what, you can always accomplish your goals. His favorite expression is No excuses, No limits. Unfortunately, he didn’t win Revolution, but his performance was inspiring for all the people that got the chance to see it. 


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Apart from Revolution, Luca went to other shows, such as Elen DeGeneres Show, Canada Got Talent, Tout le monde en parle, etc. Lucas also visits schools to present his story and to share his motto: No excuses, No limits with the teens. 

He wants us to know that nothing can stop us from accomplishing everything we want. He loved our school so much that he even recorded a personalized message for us:



Par Antoine Guenet, groupe 1-77

One Thousand Paper Cranes at Our School Library

On August 6th, 1945, the Americans dropped a nuclear bomb over the Japanese city of Hiroshima. That day, 80 000 people tragically lost their lives. Three days later, another bomb was dropped. This time the city of Nagasaki was the target. In only three days, around 140 000 people died because of the explosions. During the following months, people continued to die from radiation sickness, burns and other injuries.

Sadako Sasaki was one of the victims of the aftereffects of the bomb. She was a normal little Japanese girl that lived in Hiroshima. She was only 2 years of age at the time of the explosions but, luckily, she and her family survived. After the war, Sadako grew up like a regular child and she seemed to have a very bright future ahead of her. It was only in 1954, almost 10 years after the end of the war, that she started to develop health problems. She was hospitalised and, shortly after, she was diagnosed with leukemia. According to the doctors, Sadako had only one year left to live.

According to the Japanese legend, if anyone folds 1000 paper cranes, they will be granted a wish by the gods. Sadako gave herself a goal of making 1000 origami cranes so that her wish comes true. Her wish was simply to live. She started folding the paper cranes. During the following months, Sadako used every piece of paper she could find. She even used gum or medicine wrappings. Sadly, on October 25th 1955, Sadako died in her sleep at the Hiroshima Red Cross hospital. She didn’t reach her goal since she had only folded 644 paper cranes. Her classmates decided to complete the rest of the project in her memory. One thousand origami cranes were buried with Sadako.

After her death, her older brother wrote a book to tell her story to the English-speaking world. Sadako became an international symbol of peace. In 1958, a statue of her holding a paper crane was made in the Hiroshima Peace Memorial Park to commemorate her and all the people that lost their lives during the war. Her memory is also honored during the anniversary of the Hiroshima bombing on august 6th (the annual Peace Day in Japan).

On February 25th, 2022, the war between Ukraine and Russia started. Russia invaded Ukraine and it was very devastating for the Ukrainian people. Luckily, a lot of people decided to help. One of them was Olga Reshetnikova, a secondary 1 English teacher at our school. Miss Olga was inspired by Sadako’s story, and, like Sadako, she and her students made a wish: to stop the war in Ukraine. They started folding the paper cranes and successfully made 1000 of them.

After her students finished folding their last paper crane, Miss Olga went to the Russian consulate in Montreal and hung the garlands with paper cranes on a tree that was in front of the consulate.

That was their way of sending their message for peace. Sadly, the strings with paper cranes were removed by the employees of the consulate by the end of the day. The journalists that were present saw what happened and talked about it on the news.

A popular Quebec show Infoman heard about the story of one thousand paper cranes and they decided to include it in their yearly art exhibition of the world social and political events. They called Miss Olga and asked her and her students to, once again, fold 1000 paper cranes. Miss Olga accepted and, after folding the origami cranes for the second time with her students, the tree with the cranes was reproduced in the museum and then talked about on the show. Miss Olga and two of her students were also invited to be a part of the filming process.

After the exhibition, Infoman gave the paper cranes back to our school. Miss Olga and her colleagues decided to use them by installing a tree with the cranes in the library. It is mounted on a shelf to create an illusion of the paper birds floating in the air. There is an inscription on the base of the tree that says: ‘This is our cry. This is our prayer. Peace in the world’. The same words are inscribed on the Children’s Peace Monument in Hiroshima in Sadako’s memory.

One thousand paper cranes traveled all the way from Armand Corbeil high school to the Russian consulate, a trash can, the museum and then back to school to prove that even in sad times there is hope that kindness wins.


By Amalia Oprea groupe 1-75

We Wear a Poppy at Armand Corbeil

In Canada, the poppy is the official symbol of remembrance for fallen soldiers. The flower provided inspiration to Canadian doctor John McCrae who wrote a poem ‘In Flanders Fields’ during the First World War. He was moved after seeing this blood red flower being the only thing that grew near the quickly dug graves of his former comrades and patients. These young men were laid to rest with just a simple wooden cross to mark their spot.


On the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month, that war officially ended. More than 66,000 of our service members gave their lives and more than 172,000 were wounded. We chose that day and time to honor military forces members who have died on the behalf of their country, by giving them a minute of silence. Since that time to now, we still hold vigil on Remembrance day at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier in Ottawa.


While it is easy to grieve on a national level about a war long ago and to men unknown, we still live in troubled times. Throughout the decades our military forces have continuously defended our values, often far from home. It is just a small token to recognize one soldier of many and tell their story, perhaps only to remind us of the human cost.

Cpl Dupéré enlisted on January 23, 1997 with the 4th Battalion of the Royal 22e Régiment. He was deployed to Afghanistan During the spring of 2007. He participated in his second tour in Afghanistan in the spring of 2011. On April 12 of the same year, he was injured in action by an explosive attack, losing an eye and an arm. He continued to serve till discharge on February 1, 2015. He provided 18 years of service to his country. Cpl François Dupéré passed away recently on January 20, 2021, at the age of 40.

This exemplary soldier is just an example of the brave men and women that sacrifice flesh, blood and bone for our nation. Freedom isn’t free, there is a price to pay. We have to honor those who pay the price.


That is why I wear a poppy.

In Flanders Fields

In Flanders Fields, the poppies blow

Between the crosses, row on row,

That mark our place; and in the sky

The larks, still bravely singing, fly

Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the dead. Short days ago

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,

Loved and were loved, and now we lie,

In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:

To you from failing hands we throw

The torch; be yours to hold it high.

If ye break faith with us who die

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow

In Flanders fields.

-John McCrae

the poem is recited by Éric Fortin (Groupe 1-77)

Inna Zwicker (Groupe 1-75)

El Día de Muertos

El Día de Muertos (The Day of the Dead) is a Mexican tradition. This tradition originated from the pre-Hispanic era, when they thought that death was only the beginning of the journey to Mictlan. Mictlan translates to “place of the dead” and is the underworld of Aztec mythology. It is also known as « Our final home », where the dead would meet the god Mictlantecuhtli and the goddess Mictecacihuatl, rulers of the afterlife.


The main days of celebration are the 1st and 2nd of November. During these evenings, it is believed that the spirits of our ancestors are permitted by the gods to visit us in the land of the living. We have several traditions to prepare for this special family reunion.


Las ofrendas de día de muertos

Las ofrendas de día de muertos (Day of the Dead offerings) are altars. They were dedicated to different gods and spirits. A typical ofrenda may be made of the following elements:

· Photographs of the beloved dead. Portraits of people who are no longer with us.

· The smoke given off by the copal (aromatic resins as ceremonial burned incense) is the olfactory guide for our dead to come to us.

· Candles. These represent fire and light. They serve to light the path for the returning souls.

· Favorite drinks of the deceased loved ones.

· Papel picado are paper decorations that depict the joy of the encounter of the dead, meaning that the paper is a kind of communicative way between life and death.

· Calaveritas. In ancient times, real skulls were used. Later they were replaced with skulls made of sugar, chocolate or amaranto. Each skull represents a deceased person.

· Cempasúchil flower. This fluffy-looking flower is also known as « twenty-petaled flower ». They are mainly used to decorate or create paths to guide the souls of our ancestors.

Pan de muerto Origin & Meaning

Pan de muerto is a sugar-coated bread that represents the skeleton of the deceased. They are decorated on top with a cross and center knob, crossbones and a skull. These bones also symbolize the four cardinal directions of the universe.


La Catrina

In 1910, José Guadalupe Posada drew La Catrina. It became a popular depiction of Mictecacihuatl, as a reminder to enjoy life and embrace mortality. Mexicans will often paint their faces as La Catrina as part of the celebration. They also will write and recite little poems called Calaveritas Literarias. Just like La Catrina, they portray death in a playful and humorous way.



Even though Halloween and Día de Muertos overlap, they are distinct and celebrated differently. Dia de Muertos is a time to reflect on mortality, to gather with family and to honor our ancestors. It has ancient roots in Mexican culture and mythology linking the past to the present. In celebrating our dead, we can learn to enjoy ourselves as the living.

By Inna Zwicker, 1-75.


My friends and I have decided to visit the hotel in our neighborhood. The reason that led us to this decision is simple: people say this hotel is haunted. My best friend told me that he knew somebody who had gone missing after visiting this hotel. I did not believe him. Turns out, I should have.

It’s 8 AM and I am standing in front of the famous “haunted hotel”. Thomas, one of the 3 friends who came with me, really wanted us to go in broad daylight, or else he wouldn’t come. Can’t believe he’s scared by those rumors!

I decide to open the door. On the other side of it, it’s so dark I can’t see a thing.

-Did anyone bring a flashlight?


-Come on… Aren’t you the one who loves paranormal stuff, Ally? The number of flashlights and “ghost detectors” you probably…

-I couldn’t guess there wouldn’t be any windows!

She has a point. There aren’t any windows in this hotel… which is kind of scary, not going to lie… I take a step forward and start sinking in the darkness. I can’t see my friends anymore, but I hear them telling me to go back. I keep walking forward through this pitch-black room until I accidentally hit the wall…

I wake up in the same room, but with light this time. I look around me and see my friends and they seem to be looking for something. Jeremy is opening drawers while Ally is inspecting the bookshelves and Thomas is looking at a painting. My friends really look surprised to see me awake. They tell me that they came in this room looking for me, and that the door slammed behind them and was blocked from the other side. There’s also a locked door on the other side of the room.

“We are looking for a key to get out of here!” says Jeremy.

I laugh.

“Hey, look up!”

The key is glued to the ceiling. It’s the first thing I saw when I woke up.

The next room is pretty much the same as the first one. Empty closets, with some plants and old grapevines on the wall. There is another door, and there is a number on it: 002. The previous room was 001, surprisingly.

“This isn’t a normal hotel at all” mumbles Thomas.

Another door opened, another similar room. But this time, there’s a window. And then it hits me:

-Wait, wasn’t it sunny outside earlier?

-Yeah, I mean, I think… says Ally.

-Then why is it raining? And why does this place look way bigger from the outside than the inside?

We’re all frozen in place. There has got to be a logical explanation for this.

We keep progressing through rooms that look a bit stranger as we go on. On door 007, there’s a bed on the wall. Room 011 is full of air vents with paper clips in them. And at the 13th door the light flickers, and…

“What is that sound?!?” screams Thomas, terrified.

A distorted voice can be heard from behind. My instinct tells me to hide, but I still look behind me. A sort of smiling skull surrounded by smoke is standing there. His dark, black eyes make it even more horrifying. After a few seconds, it rushes towards us. I hop in a closet, praying for it to turn around. My friends are screaming, I can’t take this anymore. My eyes are closed. The sound is getting louder, until a shrill scream takes over my friends’ voices. The lights are breaking, the closet is shaking…




After around ten seconds, the sound is gone.

-H-hello…? Are you guys alright…?

-Yes, I’m fine… but what in the world was that? answers Ally.

Thomas is still in the closet. I can hear him repeating “no, no, no, no…” over and over again.

-Wait, where’s Jeremy? realizes Ally.


I see why Thomas is panicking. On the ground, next to his closet, there’s a hand. A hand with no body. There is a sort of black liquid on it, but it does not look like blood whatsoever.

-This can’t be what I think it is… right?

Thomas explains what he saw. When the skull came, Jeremy tried to open the closet door. However, Thomas was so scared he kept the door shut. And when he realized that it was his friend Jeremy that wanted to get in, Thomas saw his friend’s hand turn black and fall to the ground.

Jeremy is dead. In front of all his friends’ eyes, Jeremy died. If we hadn’t entered this hotel, if Thomas had opened the door, if a skull hadn’t attacked us…

We need to get out of this place… and quickly.

After going through a few more rooms, we encounter another problem… The next room is dark, and the door is locked. There are no lights in the room, not even one. Luckily, with the amount of paper clips earlier, you can try to lock pick it.

-Look around while I’m picking the lock of the door…

-For what?

-I don’t know… Food? An exit?

Ally goes searching for something, but Thomas is too scared to go.


-Stop, let me focus…, I say.

-That wasn’t me! answers Thomas.

-Yeah, right. Who was it then? A gho- wait…

A floating head covered with black tentacles with big, humanoid teeth and glowing eyes bites Thomas’ head.


-I unlocked the door, get in!

The head goes back into the dark room and Ally runs away from it as fast as she can. Thomas’ head is leaking that same black liquid we had seen earlier. And his eyes… his eyes are white. That same glowing white that the screeching creature had earlier.

-A-are you okay, T-Thomas…? asks Ally.


-Ally, run!

We are running through rooms and more rooms, but we soon realize that Thomas… or whatever he became, can’t move his body.

-Thomas, do you hear me? mumbles Ally.

-I don’t think he’s the Thomas we knew before…

How can this be happening? I thought that this was just a random, underrated little hotel. What have I done?…

Door 050. Hope this is the last one.

A sign next to the door says “Figure’s Library”, and I hear loud footsteps behind this door. Still not knowing what it means, we open the door. A big creature that

has a mouth full of spikes instead of a face walks in a giant library.

-Is that a Demogorgon?!? says Ally out loud.

The monster turns his head towards Ally.


We are both petrified, standing there like idiots in front of a deadly monster. It then turns its head back to where it was looking at before and continues walking. I whisper to Ally:

“It is blind, I don’t think it can see us… Do not make any sounds”

We slowly walk towards the door, trying to make as few sounds as possible. But Ally trips over something on the floor… I run as fast as I can to hide in the nearest closet. I hear screams, from the creature and from Ally.

I don’t want to come out of this closet, I want to stay here forever. Away from danger, free from the pain.

I notice that the “Figure” is getting closer to the closet where I’m hiding. But I am not making any sounds! The figure is getting closer and closer … what should I do?

My heartbeat! The monster can hear my heartbeat! It may be the stupidest thing in the world, but it might be dumb enough to just work. I hold my breath as long as possible. After about 30 seconds, the monster goes away. I then open the closet door and run to the next door I see. Ally is probably on the ground behind me, but I am not turning around. The Figure screams behind me and chases me to the door, but I quickly close the door behind me.

Grass. There’s grass. Finally, an exit. Fresh air. Finally. The sky is blue and it isn’t raining. I am finally out. But… still…

I escaped… but at what cost?


Eric Fortin

Inspired by the game called Doors



You must have noticed many students wearing orange T-shirts and accessories on Friday, September 30th. While some of you knew what it meant, others couldn’t understand the reason behind this ‘orange’ day.


Between 1831 and 1998 approximately 150 000 First Nations, Métis and Inuit children were taken away from their families and they were forced to attend residential schools. The Canadian government and the Catholic Church ran these schools designed to strip them of their language and culture. Between 4000 and 6000 children died because of abuse and harsh living conditions in these facilities.


Orange shirt day was inspired by the story of a residential school survivor Phyllis Webstad. When she was 6 years old, her grandmother gave her an orange t-shirt. On her first day of school Phyllis chose to wear this shirt as the color was so bright and exciting- just like she felt to be going to school. Little did she know that the officials would take her clothes away and cut her hair. Phyllis never saw her orange t-shirt again. She says this color reminds her that her feelings didn’t matter at the boarding school.



A famous Mi’kmaw poet Rita Joe wrote a poem to express the pain and suffering she experienced when she attended the residential school in Nova Scotia.

I lost my talk The talk you took away.

When I was a little girl At Shubenacadie school.

You snatched it away: I speak like you I think like you I create like you The scrambled ballad, about my word. Two ways I talk Both ways I say, Your way is more powerful. So gently I offer my hand and ask, Let me find my talk So I can teach you about me.

It is important to remember our history even if we wish we could forget it.


Le poème ‘I lost my talk’ récité par Marie-Noelle Dufour (sec 5 PEI)


By Serena Berny Deutcheu Moutcheu, group 1-75