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My Cabin

March 13, 2025 by szachik@pvs.org 2 Comments

When we mused about favorite places and dream houses, Sophia turned to her cabin in Big Bear.

By Middle-School Blogger Sophia Bottine

You drive through the gated neighborhood

And find my house

You park in front of the driveway.

As you get out, you notice how beautiful it looks,

The sunlight shines on the top of the brown, sleek roof

And hits the nearby trees

To the left and to the right there are trees, scrub, and overgrown plants.

There are not many though as the snow has frozen all of them away.

You then go towards the front door

It’s on a platform 

With a lounging chair in front of a sliding door on the right

When you go up the short stairs 

You see a “Welcome” rug in front of a door

–a large, beautiful, wooden door

There is another “Welcome” sign above the door with a cartoon bear,

This time, it’s in French.

You go through the front door

And immediately enter a long hallway

With a neither narrow or wide flight of stairs to the left

A large dog bed under the stairs

And a medium-sized bedroom

That bedroom is mine

Inside it, there is a bed in the middle

And a brown desk in the back right corner

There are bedside tables next to the bed 

With books filling them and a large lamp on top

On the left, there is a closet with a small window above the clothes

There aren’t many clothes, it’s quite empty

And there are spiders crawling and hiding in corners

You get the chills and go out and into the bathroom

It has a green, glossy, counter on the right 

A shower on the left 

And a toilet behind the shower

It’s a very minimalist bathroom, pretty but kind of empty.

You’ve seen enough so you go back out into the hallway 

Further down the hallway, there are washing machines to the left

A garden in front of you

And a master bedroom to the right

You decide to go into the master bedroom first.

As you enter it, you notice how big it is

There is a small TV in front of you

A fireplace in the far right corner of the room

And a sliding door leading outside,

A large bed to the left 

And once again, two bedside tables accompanying it,

As all bedrooms should 

There is a walk-in closet 

With a large wardrobe carrying all the pants and belts,

You get out of the closet and to the room right next to it,

The bathroom.

It has two sinks with a fake orchid on top,

A shower and a bathtub to the left

A small window near the ceiling

And yet again, another fireplace at the end of the bathtub

You leave the master bedroom and head outside

You open the glass door and step through

You’re now on another platform

There are many chairs to the right for no reason at all

A dart-throwing game, covered in dust from the lack of use

And a jacuzzi with a cover on top around a corner

There is another small staircase leading to the garden

You don’t go down, there isn’t much to see

Just a few mounds of dirt and very few patches of grass.

You decide to go back inside and go up the large flight of stairs

There are a few pictures on the wall, depicting a family

Finally, you reach the top of the stairs

You’ve now entered the living room

A large, grey, “L” shaped couch sits in front of you,

A fireplace with burnt wood inside 

And a large stack of wood next to it,

On top, a large TV

And a lengthy, wooden hanging shelf with candles under it.

To the right there is a billiard table,

Near the window, an aesthetic lounge area

And behind the billiard table a green countertop with a few pictures

And a printing machine

You notice a bedroom that you hadn’t seen before

There is a powder room next to it

You head towards the bedroom and open the door

The first thing you see is a bunk bed with a ton of stuffed animals

And a large, homemade Barbie house in a corner

A blue desk stands next to it

With a closet close by.

You open the closet door 

And immediately notice that it hasn’t been cleaned in a while.

There are piles of clothes in a corner

And there’s no way to tell the dirty from the clean.

You then go into the bathroom

This too, is dirty, but there are no clothes on the ground

Just a few splashes of paint and nail polish on the countertop.

You get out of this bedroom 

And go near the kitchen

There is a large dining table to the left

With a wooden chandelier in the shape of antlers

A bench surrounds one side of the table

With three chairs where it doesn’t reach.

There’s another lounging area to your right

And a dog bed, next to the kitchen countertop

You go into the kitchen

It’s like any other cabin kitchen

Green tiles on top of wooden counters

A sink near yet another window 

And a pantry to the left 

The pantry is filled with snacks and spices 

And a small refrigerator carries all the drinks. 

The big refrigerator is near the stove and the oven

You get out of the kitchen and living room

And go outside, through another sliding door and onto another balcony.

This one has a barbecue on it

With sunbathing chairs, dog toys, 

And some tall chairs with a round table in between them

A flight of stairs leads down to the garden.

You’ve now seen all the parts of the house.

You go back inside and lock the door

You go to the bedroom and close everything you opened

Then, you go downstairs and lock the doors leading outside 

And close the downstairs bedroom’s door

Finally, you open the front door once more, lock it behind you

Head down the small stairs and down the driveway

Past all the scrub and overgrown plants

And into your car

You think about the house,

It’s cozy, calming, with a touch of nostalgia in it

You can see that it’s dear to the owners

And how much they love it

The sun barely hits the top of the roof

It’s almost sunset

You take a final look at the house before driving away…

Filed Under: Aesthetic, Architecture, Home Tagged With: My Cabin, Sophia Bottine

What Does Your Dream House Look Like?

February 28, 2025 by szachik@pvs.org Leave a Comment

By 6th-grade Bloggers Greenlee Bartley and Lina Kakoussian

We asked students and faculty about their dream house, and we found amazing results! First, we asked members of our PVS community to describe their dream house and where it would be. Then, we asked their opinion on whether they liked . . .

  • a “simple” house with not much clutter or color; 
  • a “modern” house–again without much color and very box-like; 
  • a “cottage core” house–looking like it belongs in the forest with lots of greens and plants; 
  • a “lots-of-colors” house; 
  • or an “aesthetic” neutral-looking house that reflects individual ideas of beauty. 

As you can see, cottage core was the popular choice.

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A “Fairytale” house and garden, according to Gulley Greenhouse

Without further ado, let’s see exactly how the PVS students and faculty answer the question: What Does Your Dream House Look Like?

Ms. Zachik, Ms. Maguire, and Mr. Satterfield start off strong with amazing answers!

Ms. Zachik: “I want to live in the desert, on a gentle hill with lots of plants.”

Ms. Maguire: “Not very big, with lots of arts & craft stuff.”

Mr. Satterfield: “Around the mountains with no cell service.”

Mikel gives us a warm answer!

“A warm and cozy cabin in the Swiss Alps.”

Rowen answers strongly with a “Mid-Century” answer!

“A mid-century cabin in Big Bear.”

Daniel gives us a bougie answer!

“A 17-million-dollar house in Dubai.” 

Savannah answers the question with a sunny response!

“A house in Orange County by the beach.”

Miller gives us a fun answer!

“A retro house in Long Beach.”

Leah gives an old-fashioned answer!

“An old-money house in Greece.”

Addison gives a modern answer!

“A modern-beach mansion.”

Reagan gives a strong answer!

“A huge house in San Diego.”

Penelope gives an awesome answer!

“A white and pink house in New York.”

Dior gives an interesting answer!

“A modern house in Palm Desert.” 

Cleo answers strongly with a big response!

“A giant mansion in Hawaii.”

Charlie J. responds with a cozy answer!

“A small cozy English country house.”

Mark gives a very yummy answer!

“A big house on the mountains with a food court.”

We have a very unique answer from Remy!

“A row house in Belfast, Ireland.”

Logan gives a very interesting answer:

“A cabin in the mountains.”

Sierra answers strongly with a cool answer!

“A two-story house in a busy city.”

Silvanita gives us a cold answer!

“A snowy environment for lots of pets.”

Abby responds with a popular answer!

“A mid-century modern house.”

Brooklyn gives a simple but awesome answer!

“An apartment in the city.”

And, sophomore Olivia adds, 

“A cottage in the forest.”


From a retro house in Long beach, to an old-money house in Greece, I think we have many different opinions. We interviewed a lot of friend groups and people together, and as you can tell, a lot of people have the same interests. We like a roof over our heads, a pleasant view, and a place for shelter with loved ones. 

Filed Under: Aesthetic, Architecture, Home Tagged With: Greenlee Bartley, Lina Kakoussian, What Does Your Dream House Look Like?

What Home Means to Morgan

February 14, 2025 by szachik@pvs.org Leave a Comment

By 7th-Grade Poet Blogger Morgan Richardson

Morgan hails from Oregon. She still speaks wistfully of the Pacific Northwest where she spent her early years. So, in our Blog Staff discussion of dream houses, Morgan recalls aspects of her Oregon home.

A house, a home 

A place to build memories

With the people you love.

Alone or together 

In these walls 

We will remember forever.

A marble kitchen counter,

Golden hardware,

Wooden floors,

My sister stepping through the door.

Footprints embedded in the cream-colored carpet.

A dog bed with a mountain of hair around it.

The office with a giant chandelier

All my family I miss so dear.

A big deep blue couch,

A hot fireplace and a kid too close–“Ouch!”

Rodents hosting showdowns in the upstairs attic.

Creaking floors made children panic.

Pink mermaids plastered on bed sheets.

A bunked bed where we spilled all the deets.

A six bedroom palace when I was small,

My past–I still cherish it all.

Filed Under: Aesthetic, Architecture, Dreams, Home Tagged With: Morgan Richardson, What Home Means to Morgan

If you could live anywhere . . . ?

February 14, 2025 by szachik@pvs.org 1 Comment

By 6th-Grade Bloggers on Special Assignment Dior Halum and Sophia Nayfack

Over the past couple of weeks, Sophia and Dior went around campus asking the PVS community: “Given ANYBODY, ANYWHERE, who do you want to live with and in what kind of weather?” Since it is so hot in the desert, Sophia and Dior wanted to see if people would stay given the chance to leave. 

8th-Grader Elizabeth Trevino-Greenwood

“I want to live in cold and snowy weather with my best friend Emmy! ”

8th-Grader Zoey Guess

“I would like to live with my husband and in snowy weather.”

7th-Grader Grace Ghaly

 “I would like to live in a beachy climate with my family.”

8th-Grader Ryder Gardner

 “In a place where there is always sun with my dog.”

Ms. Emma

“With my son Dean in the snow.”

8th-Grader Zoe Groendyke 

 “I want to live alone with my cat in the snow.”

12th-Grader Lily Jones

“I would like to live with my best friends in the sun.”

9th-Grader Sierra James

“I would live with my dogs and friends in the cold.”

6th-Grader Lina Kakoussian

 “I would want to live with Reagan and Greenlee in a 70℉ weather.”

6th-Grader Charlie Joyce

 “In a sunny climate with Mikel and my dog Maurice.”

6th-Grader Cash Brasfield

“Beachy weather with my dog.”

6th-Grader Daniel Bagheri

“In the sun with my friends.”

6th-Grader Mikel Lomsky

“In the sun with my friends.”

6th-Grader Roman Magellanes

“In the snow with my friends.”

7th-Grader Silvanita Garcia

“The rain and snow with many animals.”

Coach Erenberg

 “75℉ with my wife.”

In conclusion, we got a wide variety of answers throughout the different grades, and even staff members! Everyone gave their question a lot of thought and personality! The most common answer throughout the campus was a snow-filled landscape with friends. 

“A true friend knows all of your flaws and chooses to stick around.” — Elizabeth Trevino Greenwood

Filed Under: Alternate Realities, Dreams, Home Tagged With: and even Faculty answer: “If you could live anywhere with anybody, Dior Halum, middle, Sophia Nayfack, Upper Schoolers, where would you live? and with whom?”

A Vampire’s Suite

February 14, 2025 by szachik@pvs.org Leave a Comment

It’s Modernism Week here in the desert. So, the Blogging Staff has given thought to Architecture. Soleil (because we can’t always explain where Soleil’s mind goes) designs in verse a dream house for a . . . vampire. It might not be everybody’s cup of tea, but the macabre-minded will find it gangrene and cozy.

By Middle-School Blogger-Poet Soleil Antle 

My raging heart of murder–destruction,

self pity, and loneliness long for a home:

Dark colors and intense textures;  

A big black castle house, blood-sucking turrets;

Ash stains on the floors, a blood red carpet;

Arched door frames filled with bugs,

Ceilings up high, with chandeliers of rust; 

Eight open caskets for lounging comfort,

Gut-stained floors with a dome-shaped mural,

A resting place for my fangs,

A blazing untamed fire pit,

A hole so deep only death is an option,

Shelves of books written about gangrene and pain,

Skull-embedded comforters, pillows of teeth;

Eyeballs at the breakfast table, a nice sweet treat.

The sun comes out and suffocates me;

May my bats rest in peace.

Filed Under: Aesthetic, Architecture, Art, Home Tagged With: A Vampire's Suite, Soleil Antle

Home

January 17, 2025 by szachik@pvs.org 2 Comments

Our new Spring Semester middle-school team of bloggers warmed up this week with a creative exercise–responding to a Poets&Writer’s “The Time Is Now” Creative Nonfiction Prompt.

Our creatives were asked to write a spatial autobiography of the objects in their home or room, to tour their favorite things while weaving into the passage the memories attached to them. In this week where so many of our LA loved ones have lost the places where they feel most at home, we were moved by the comfort and association Morgan Richardson draws from her special place. The class voted it the spatial autobiography that best captures the essence of the writer.

The loud whistle reminds me of leaping off the starting block

The lane line reminds me of swimming as fast as I can each race

The green field reminds me of warm ups in winter before swimming

The bench reminds me of where I slick my hair and put on my cap each day

The kick board reminds me of challenging myself and becoming faster

The little pool reminds me of when I first stepped foot in the pool

The shallow end reminds me of moving up levels, scared but prepared

The water jug reminds me of jumping out of the water thirsty and parched

The deep blue pool reminds me of the place where I feel happy and most at home

Filed Under: Home, Wednesday Writing Prompt Tagged With: home, Morgan Richardson

The Void

May 3, 2023 by szachik@pvs.org 1 Comment

What if your home town suddenly was “erased”? Louisa takes us into the void.

A Fictional Imagining By Middle-School Blogger Louisa Richardson

Photo Source: Getty Images

When I drove home from Nebraska that day, I didn’t think it would have been any different than the usual commute home for Christmas. I was thinking about Aunty Sharon, about the last time I saw her. As I drove, it struck me – the population of Red-ton County was getting smaller and smaller. I realized there were no cars at all, no people either. I started to worry, until I saw the familiar blinking blue light on in the Red-ton County Library.  It was reassuring, . . . until it grew brighter, and brighter. And then it was gone.  

I had closed my eyes because of the brightness of the blue light, and when I opened my eyes, I saw nothing, and everything all at once.  

I stepped out of the car and walked into the bright blinding lights; it was all white, and void-like. I immediately picked up my cell to call my parents, but when I looked through my contacts, there was no one there. Aunty Sharon, my sister, my two brothers, my parents, no one living in Red-ton County was on my list of contacts. It was as though they had all disappeared into this sort of void–with my entire home town.  I turned around to look for an exit, but there was nothing there. The closer I got to the space through which I entered this void, the further that space drifted away. 

This was the moment that I started to freak out. Everything was gone. At first I was confused, then I got angry. The void grew into a sort of white room, with blinding white paint that you couldn’t touch because every time you started near the walls they got further and further away. The white void went on forever; it seemed to be endless. I tried searching for an escape. Time passed; time elapsed; my hair grew out until it touched my hips. Eventually I gave up. I sat, and hugged my knees close, rocking back and forth. That’s when the chanting started. “Gone far away” was all I heard, the same three words over and over again. The voices were what made me regain the strength to get out of there. I hadn’t eaten, drunk, or slept.  I still don’t know how I managed to survive. I got up and started running towards anything, anything other than the blinding white light that seemed to be everywhere, surrounding me. I finally found a door after running in the same direction until the void just couldn’t grow anymore. I don’t know if it appeared or if it had always been there, or if it was even real. I didn’t go through it immediately. I paused. I hesitated. I didn’t know if I would find a giant black void, or more white.  I waited, until the voices began to morph into the words “Go.” I finally opened the door. I walked out.

Then, promptly I collapsed. Whatever happened next, I don’t remember.  I drifted in and out of consciousness; people poked at my eyes, and injected me with medications I couldn’t pronounce. I finally woke up days later; I was out of it, but I remember the happiness I felt when I finally saw another living being. The doctor said that I was in a bad condition, dehydrated, suffering from weight loss. He said it looked like I had been stranded somewhere for years.  I remember him muttering to the nurse, “I don’t get it, she seemed fine last week.” My brain began to scramble; I tried to think of my life before the void, my family. I could barely remember the memories I tried so hard to never forget. The doctor looked at me with concern. He later revealed that I had come in for a doctor’s appointment the week before, but I had no recollection of it. As far as I was concerned, I had been stuck in that void for more than a year and a half. That’s about the amount of time it takes to grow your pixie cut to your knees. But that’s not what the nurses said. I tried to explain it to all of them; they just never got it. They said that Red-ton didn’t exist. My neighbors said that I went away for a day, and they heard that I was in the hospital something like an hour later.  It didn’t make sense. Did time pass differently here?  Do I have any family?  As soon as I was released, I searched for clues.  I followed the road to Aunt Sharon’s house, and there was nothing there. I must have retraced my steps a thousand times. I tried to unscramble the days spent in the void. Nothing was working. I was so desperate, I called a therapist.  She didn’t believe me either. A few months later, the nightmares started. I was back in the void; I had never escaped. I woke up screaming every night after that. No one seemed to believe me. I barely believed myself anymore.  

After that the police came to my house and took me in for questioning. Apparently after every one of my neighbors reported me for “odd activity” it seemed the only reasonable option for the cops. Since there was so much evidence that I was crazy, they put me in some mental institution for the “intellectually disturbed.” Life went on for everyone but the victims of the void. They were gone. Towards “the end,” I had no memories of a life outside of the white nothingness.  Eventually, I became engulfed in the memories of the void, unable to think of anything but the bright lights. Tortured in a trap of my own mindset.   

The End 

Filed Under: Alternate Realities, Fiction, Home Tagged With: Louisa Richardson, The Void

Stuck Quarantining at Home? Take Up a Hobby.

August 23, 2022 by szachik@pvs.org 1 Comment

By Alyna Rei–Upper School Junior and Blog Correspondent

I’m not usually the person to try many hobbies or go outside the box. But, with quarantine and a couple of boring days stuck at home, I was able to conjure up a few new hobbies—some I jettisoned when we came out of quarantine; some I continue to this day.

Quarantine hobbies that were just too weird to continue . . .

Collecting Crystals and Stones – I was pretty enthusiastic about this hobby in 2021. I would collect cool-looking stones. It might have been a crystal that had some essential meaning, or just a cool-looking stone. I still have my crystals, but I just don’t collect them as much now. I’m not sure why I stopped collecting them, but I feel like this hobby is off and on for me. This is something I may come back to, depending on my karmic need.

Socializing – I’m not sure if this can be considered as a hobby. When I was around 12 or 13, I would really like to talk to people and meet new people. Now that I’m older,  I feel that having two-three friends is comfortable. I also hate the idea of having to talk to strangers. Through the years, I started to like the idea of being alone on a couple of occasions and having me time. The thought of socializing with people that I don’t know or being in a huge crowd of people gives me a little anxiety. Plus, now that we’re out of quarantine, I’m in the world more. It’s nurturing to embrace me time.

Quarantine hobbies that stayed with me . . .

Reading – Going back to liking the fact of being by myself, I have gotten into reading. I got this hobby from my mom who loves fictional books (same with me). I love to listen to calm music and read a book in my alone time. I am mostly into romance books. I thrive on rom coms and fictional romances.

Collecting Plants – I started this hobby at the age thirteen. I would always see little succulent plants and houseplants on the internet and  ask, ”Why would anyone want to have a plant in their room?” But, through the years, I started to love having plants in my room and loving the habit of watering them. I say this is a good hobby since it taught me how to care for a living object and have responsibility. My mom first gave me plants that you can’t kill. Once my mom saw that I can keep a plant alive, I started to collect plants that are trickier, but plants that I am really interested in. I usually prefer plants that require not a lot of sun.

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I’m pretty content with the hobbies I do now. I’m not sure if I will come up with more since I don’t like to switch into different hobbies and things. But, I feel like hobbies will always keep me productive and intact.

Filed Under: Daily Life, Home, Making Daily Life More Interesting Tagged With: Alyna Rei, What to Do When You're Stuck Quarantining at Home? Take Up a Hobby.

Homesick

September 23, 2019 by szachik@pvs.org 1 Comment

By Katelin Mei

I grew up in Canada, and lately I’ve been missing it. There are many things that remind me of Canada and make me feel at home.

  • The Metric System — In Canada we use the metric system. It made everything much easier to understand. We didn’t use Fahrenheit, so whenever I see the degrees measured in Celsius rather than Fahrenheit, it makes me feel at home.
  • French — Canada is a bilingual country, so I was taught French at a very young age (since kindergarten). The French language makes me feel at home because I am very familiar with it, and, because of that, I am taking French class now.
  • Ferry boats — I grew up on an island, so I am familiar with having to take a ferry to the mainland to buy groceries. Ever since I can remember, my parents have been taking me with them for a ferry ride to get groceries, go shopping, or just visit the mainland. The ferry’s foghorn used to scare me, but now it just reminds me of when I was younger and helps me remember my home.
  • Pine forests and daisy fields — I grew up in an area that was practically in the middle of a forest, and vast evergreen forests are something that we don’t really have here. I miss the smell of pine and the climbing ivy. There were also sprawling, fragrant daisy fields. Evergreen forests and daisy fields are some of the things that make me feel most at home.
  • Wildlife — Since I grew up in a forest, I am quite familiar with different types of wildlife. My family and I used to feed the deer. There were constantly caterpillars — eagerly munching — on track to become butterflies.

Editor: Renée Vazquez

Filed Under: Home, Travel Tagged With: Homesick, Katelin Mei

Where is Home

September 23, 2019 by szachik@pvs.org Leave a Comment

Editor Renée assigned the Blog staff the subject “Home.” She plays along herself, contributing these thoughts on “Home.” What do you have to add?

By Renée

We’ve all felt loss

Felt emptiness

Felt lonely


We want to go home 


Home is where 


We feel secure

Feel loved 

Feel accepted


We can rest


Where is home?

Filed Under: Home, Poetry Tagged With: Renée, Where is Home

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