Last night was the first time I spent New Year's eve in Vancouver and as the clock struck 12 midnight, there were no gun shots. Having grown up in Los Angeles and lived a large chuck in the Bay Area, New Year's eve meant tons of gun shots sent into the night sky. As a kid and even as an adult, I always worried about bullets falling back down to the earth, hurting things.
No guns were fired last night, not at least in my neighborhood. There is much I can say about how this translates into social dynamics and policies, but I'll just leave it at that, there were no guns fired into the night.
|These are two posters that my students made on a unit I taught about symbolism and color to convey a message for Remembrance Day.|
- Text and photos by Ly