Chronicle

The PASCAL ChronicleENGLISHBeing a celebrityMost of us would love to be a celebrity. The redcarpet, all cameras pointing at you… But apart fromthat, there’s a lot of pressure and you really needto be careful. It’s not as easy as it seems. So, beinga celebrity… Is it a gift or a curse?To begin with, being a celebrity has manyadvantages. For example, people admire you andbeg for your autograph. To continue, people recognizeyour work and appreciate you for doing it. Anotherthing is that when you are famous, you arewealthy, which means you can travel around theworld; you can have a big house, a nice car. Also,you influence a lot of people who admire you, andyou have power, fortune and fame.On the other hand, being a celebrity has disadvantages.There’s invasion of your privacy. There isno privacy and the paparazzi are everywhere all thetime. In addition, people that adore you may stalkyou. Furthermore, your safety is at risk. For example,John Lennon was actually killed by one of hisfans! The last disadvantage is that it’s difficult tokeep a stable relationship because everyone followsyou and comments on you. The TV may say youare dating someone you actually aren’t just to getmore viewers.Personally, I would like to be a celebrity because Iwould do what I love doing, which is playing theguitar and singing, and my fans would love me becauseof who I am and how I play. Of course, Iwould be careful of the stalkers, but I would just domy job and enjoy it. I hope my dream comestrue!!!Jovana Janjic 3CApocalypseThe four Horsemen of the ApocalypseSeven seals, on a withered scrollMelting away by eternal fire, unleashing the FourPeople will stand in fear and watch, a voice will whisperCome and see for you will be judged.The first born comes, Conquest, on a White Mare sheridesClad in shining armour and helm, silver and gold andchainsMen will cry and women will wail and realizeShe was smiling at conquest and genocide,War, the second, on a Red Stallion he ridesClad in iron and ash, his eyes dripping bloodPeople will weep and realize he was the undying hateinOur wars and slaughters;Here comes Famine, on a Black Gelding she ridesAs black as evil itself, smoldering and scorchedAnd the kingdom of man will tremble in horror and remorseThe foul breath of death in pestilence and sickness;The Three, they bend the knee for here comes DeathOn a Pale Horse he rides, amidst the damned draggingbehindAnd mankind will weep blood and realize he was alwaysbearingWitness in war and pestilence, conquest and genocide.Andreani Soupashi 3EThrough My EyesI'm everywhere - the mother of everythingWithout me, you would be nothingI come in every shape and formDesert or jungleProviding people and animals oxygen and goodsFor with trees I'm fullYet you're not even thankfulYou keep destroying meIn the winter, I pour rain and snowMy mountains are covered with the fluffy white substanceIn the summer, I let my heat spreadThis is sometimes catastrophicIn spring it is though, that I'm at my bestI grow my trees and colour my sunsetsIn the fall, I let my trees get rid of their leavesSuddenly they're nakedIf my light is too bright, I use clouds to cover itIf my sky is at times boringly blue, I turn it grey.I let my children breed, so there can be life,Life, which only I can only give.56Marina Ashioti 4A