A listing of last night's presention and the names of those who won awards.
2008 Idea Debate and C/J Institute Awards
Introduction
Thank Yous and Awards for the Decemko Staff
Certificate Walk
Turkish Ambassador Award – Oya Gokalp (dictionary)
Most likely to break curfew Jaan Viru – watch
Casanova and Best Runner –Vladimir Bok (pimp hat)
Best beachware -- Maxim Zhbankov (shorts with Ataturk)
CJ Introduction - Shelby (and Alexesandyrs?)
1st CJ Video Presentation
Biggest surprise on the football field - Ntambi Kharim (Turkey hat)
Turkish Culture – Chin Wang (Turkey Flag)
Post-It Award – Shelby Surdyk (post its and pin)
Intensive English Awards
Best smile – You Ya (smile and gum)
Telecommunication Award (phone)-- Ravshan Abdullaev
Most likely to end up in prison – Mirismayil Rzayev (cop car)
Advanced Argumentation and Debate Awards
Run a tea house in turkey –Sierra Moran ( tea and tea cup)
Best New Jugglers – Female Shelby Surdyk; Male Wei Guo
Most likely to become a movie star or the Pulp Fiction Award-- Chrismedonne Fleurantin(glasses)
2nd CJ Video Presentation
Pasqual Photo Award – Pan Di (camera)
Table tennis --Wei Gou (Turkey hat and tennis socks)
Best voice – Ania Gateau (skarf)
Country Expo Awards
3rd Place – China (certificates)
Wu Mian
Pan Di
You Ya
Li Ruoxi
Chen Ying
Wei Guo
2nd Place – Belarus (certificates and Ataturk pins)
Maxim Zhankov
Anastasia Zhvalevskaya
Korzun Vladislav Sergeevich
1st Place – Russia (certificates and Evil Eye medallions)
Anastasia Solovyeva
Olesya Fomina
Polina Dmitrieva
Tamara Glybina
Most likely to give a rant about America's greatness at 3 am or the quiet award – Jonah Hanft (mic)
Most likely to not wear a t-shirt-- Davit Sioridze (Turkey tee shirt)
Best facial hair – Forest Kvasnikoff (comb and perfume. Pin)
3rd CJ Video Presentation
Citizen Journalism Awards
Most likely to be in the news – Effie (Wu Mian)
Funniest Debater - Ajar
Most likely to smoke in the bathroom of a plane and invited the pilot to smoke with her (cigarette case) – Ance Zemzane
World Schools Debate Awards
Assistant Activities Coordinator – Orlen Shiba (soccer shirt)
Revolutionary Award – Katerina Vaskovska (Che pillow case)
British Parliamentary Debate Awards
Most likely to becme President (Ataturk Award) – Petra Vachunova (Ataturk Eye)
Congeniality – Gorjan Lliwcaki (flag)
BorFest Awards and Speech Slam Awards
Best Song Act – Abdujabborav Sherzod
Best Dance Act – Cha Cha Cha
Chrismedonne FleurantinAsya Boric
Jonah Up All Night Drinking Too Much Coffee Speech, Rant and Slam Championship CHAMPION - Shelby Surdyk
Final CJ Video Presentation
Most likely to stay up late – Mihaela Soimaru (coffee)
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Ruoxi and Kent near the exit of Ephesus
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Ephesus Excursion
Ruoxi and Kent near the exit of Ephesus
Named
Kent
Think of cigarettes
"Your father named you
after his favorite brand."
My uncle chuckles
sipping Wild Turkey.
My father, a chronice smoker, smoked
nine packs during my mother's labor.
The story: he stood staring
at a pack when the nurse brought
news: "Mr. Fielding- a boy."
Think of cigarettes.
Think of my father, the white
lobby, his pacing, stick
after stick in his mouth
smoke curling from his lips
like surfer waves
in a frustrated ocean.
Think of cigarettes.
Think of me.
I became the smoke
that made him cough
the smoke that blackened lungs
the smoke that filled
the long work hours
at a school he hated - inhale, inhale-
to buy bread, to buy shoes
we were poor, we needed
so many things: pencils, pants
doctor visits, dental work
electricity, heat, milk.
I am the smoke filled days
the orange flare as he inhaled.
My growth and deeds are the stubs
in the cemetery of the ashtray.
I got in fights at school
with kids older, gave one ten
stitches, threw rocks at cars
nicking and denting two or three.
I stole candy from stores,
peed on my 2nd grade teacher's
Datsun, hid in the woods.
Still my father came, reliable, stern
again and again, he came
to get me from the office
cigarette stuck in the corner
of his mouth, gray smoke
drifting into his graying hair.
Again and again, he inhaled
asked, "What were you thinking?"
I think of the cigarettes
in his hands - chalk sticks
to mist one's name. Our lives
are the inhale of burning particles
Our lives are the release of gray truths.
When I die let it be with smoke & fire.
Let the consumption be brief.
The ashes forever.
Think of cigarettes.
Think of my father
working into the night
grading papers, shaking his head,
missing sleep, so that I could eat,
so that I could grow and learn.
Think of the smoke in his lungs.
The smoke that was his life.
Think of cigarettes
"Your father named you
after his favorite brand."
My uncle chuckles
sipping Wild Turkey.
My father, a chronice smoker, smoked
nine packs during my mother's labor.
The story: he stood staring
at a pack when the nurse brought
news: "Mr. Fielding- a boy."
Think of cigarettes.
Think of my father, the white
lobby, his pacing, stick
after stick in his mouth
smoke curling from his lips
like surfer waves
in a frustrated ocean.
Think of cigarettes.
Think of me.
I became the smoke
that made him cough
the smoke that blackened lungs
the smoke that filled
the long work hours
at a school he hated - inhale, inhale-
to buy bread, to buy shoes
we were poor, we needed
so many things: pencils, pants
doctor visits, dental work
electricity, heat, milk.
I am the smoke filled days
the orange flare as he inhaled.
My growth and deeds are the stubs
in the cemetery of the ashtray.
I got in fights at school
with kids older, gave one ten
stitches, threw rocks at cars
nicking and denting two or three.
I stole candy from stores,
peed on my 2nd grade teacher's
Datsun, hid in the woods.
Still my father came, reliable, stern
again and again, he came
to get me from the office
cigarette stuck in the corner
of his mouth, gray smoke
drifting into his graying hair.
Again and again, he inhaled
asked, "What were you thinking?"
I think of the cigarettes
in his hands - chalk sticks
to mist one's name. Our lives
are the inhale of burning particles
Our lives are the release of gray truths.
When I die let it be with smoke & fire.
Let the consumption be brief.
The ashes forever.
Think of cigarettes.
Think of my father
working into the night
grading papers, shaking his head,
missing sleep, so that I could eat,
so that I could grow and learn.
Think of the smoke in his lungs.
The smoke that was his life.
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July
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- Awards Ceremony
- Speech Slam Champion
- Up All Night Speech Slam
- Juggling Workshop
- Table Tennis Championship
- Table Tennis Tournament
- Decemko Football Tournament
- Volleyball Champions
- Football (Soccer) Tournament
- Volleyball Continues
- Are you ready for BorFest?
- Volleyball Tournament
- Chess Exhibition
- Chess Tournament
- Idea World Basketball Championship
- Chess Exhibition
- Idea World Basketball Championship
- Dikili
- Chief Iffucan
- Country Expo
- BorFest
- Rosters for Idea World Basketball Championship
- Dikili Running Club
- Pergamon next week
- Country Expo
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About Me
Turkish Authors and Books
- Ataturk: A Biography by Andrew Mango
- A Brave New Quest: 100 Modern Turkish Poems edited by Talat S. Halman
- Crescent and the Star by Stephen Kinzer
- They Burn Thistles by Yashar Kemel
- Memed, My Hawk by Yashar Kemel
- Snow by Orhan Pamuk
- Portrait of A Turkish Family by Irfan Orga
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