Mozart dans une cave !

Le 9 octobre 2017, la classe de Première du bac français au Rosey a eu une opportunité magnifique : nous avons pu visiter le Domaine de Chanzy et observer comment le vin est élaboré à partir du raisin. Nous avons même eu l’occasion de participer à une dégustation.

Le Domaine Chanzy a vu le jour à Bouzeron (en Bourgogne) en 1974, il porte le nom de la famille créatrice. Si la polyculture était de mise avant, les Chanzy, originaires de Champagne, font le choix de se consacrer à la vigne. Au fil des ans, ils agrandissent leur domaine et sortent de l’appellation Bouzeron, la seule appellation Village de France dédiée à l’aligoté. Le Domaine Chanzy s’est donc étendu à travers la côte de Beaune, et sur toute la hauteur de la côte de Nuits, avec des vignes à Santenay, Puligny-Montrachet et Vosne-Romanée.

Nous avons quitté en fin d’après- midi. Après quelque trois heures et demie de route en bus, nous sommes arrivés à Chalon-sur-Saône, pour y passer la nuit. Nous nous sommes arrêtés à l’Hôtel Saint-Georges. Le soir même, nous avons eu l’occasion de dîner avec un des propriétaires du domaine.

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Le lendemain le réveil était à sept heures ; naturellement, personne ne s’est réveillé à l’heure. Après un petit déjeuner, nous sommes partis au Domaine Chanzy pour observer la fabrication du vin. Nous avons commencé par la visite des broyeurs, puis les égrappoirs et les cuves de vinification.

Les broyeurs

Nous avons découvert que la fabrication du vin est un procédé long et très précis. Avant même la récolte, il y a toute une série de facteurs à considérer lors de la viticulture : le degré d’ensoleillement, la quantité de feuilles nécessaire aux vignes pour bien pousser (assez pour former une ombre, mais pas trop pour complètement cacher le soleil), les minéraux présents dans le sol, etc.

On nous a aussi exposé une des techniques du vigneron pour faire un vin de « luxe » : avant que les raisins ne soient mûrs, on les coupe de la vigne. Cela permet de concentrer les ressources de la vigne uniquement sur une petite quantité de raisin : celui-ci est donc plus riche en sucre (et donc, après fermentation, en alcool). Il s’agit là un choix du vigneron : se concentrer sur la qualité ou sur la quantité. Bien entendu, si le vigneron applique un procédé similaire à celui décrit ultérieurement, il obtiendra alors un vin plus qualitatif, qu’il ne pourrait pas vendre aux supermarchés (en raison de la faible quantité), mais qu’il vendra plus cher. A l’opposé, le vigneron qui cherche à faire une quantité de vin plus importante sera obligé de vendre son vin à un prix moins élevé, en raison de la plus forte quantité d’une faible qualité.

Les vignes du domaine

On a aussi découvert la différence entre la fabrication du vin rouge et du vin blanc. Pour le vin blanc, on peut utiliser tant le raisin rouge que le blanc : c’est la pulpe que l’on garde, la couleur est uniquement obtenue avec la peau. Donc, pour faire du vin blanc, on n’extrait que la pulpe. Or, pour le vin rouge, on est obligé de garder la peau du raisin puisque c’est elle qui va donner la couleur. On va donc presser le raisin rouge avec sa peau.

Après, on laisse le vin fermenter. Il est mis dans des tonneaux de bois. Et là, on a eu une surprise : en entrant dans la caveà vin, on a entendu une symphonie de Mozart, alors que le vin fermentait. On nous a expliqué la raison de cette musique : un scientifique japonais appelé Masaru Emoto a fait des expériences sur l’effet de la musique sur la structure moléculaire de l’eau. Rappelons ici que la structure moléculaire est la manière dont les molécules sont arrangées entre elles. Voyons ainsi l’effet de la musique sur l’eau :

les différentes structures moléculaires de l’eau

Le domaine utilise donc de la musique de Mozart pour « optimiser » la fermentation et donner plus de goût au vin.

Enfin, nous avons assisté à une initiation de dégustation du vin.

Comme disaient les Romains de l’Antiquité : « in vino veritas » : dans le vin, la vérité. Malgré tous les progrès scientifiques et techniques, on peut toujours identifier un bon vin, un vin de qualité d’un autre. Son goût, sa couleur et une grande série de caractéristiques dont nous venons seulement de commencer la découverte définissent ce dernier. Ils permettent d’identifier immédiatement la vérité concernant le vin. Ce voyage dans le domaine de Chanzy fut une belle découverte pour la classe !

par

David Abaev et Manyl Mahdi

Special thanks to  MCRicho  and DJChoo

Effort Grade System

The new addition of the effort and attitude eagles system has been a very one-sided beneficial system; the main group benefiting from this new system is :

the Girls

The reason for this is because of the way which girls and boys are and have always been treated.

Studies show that the boy has always been told not to act like a “teenage boy” and the girl is told not to be influenced or put off track by the boy.

Therefore, since girls are always thought of paying more attention in class it is no surprise that the effort and “attitude” system mirrors this as if the percentages are compared on average girls have more than twice the number of eagles, in class 2 and 3 there are only 2 boys with 3 eagles but there are 22 girls with 3 eagles and the rest of the girls have 2 or at least 1, only 8 girls in passable and 26 boys.

As can be seen there is already one major issue of biased grading which is due to the way of which teachers think or grade both sexes, this results in the first issue of this inaccurate system in which girls are given better grades for the same amount of “effort” or “attitude”.

Another issue is the way in which the system is based on, meaning the fact that the whole system is based on individuals grading you on how much “effort” or “attitude” you put in. The main issue on this is that it is a complete biased and inaccurate system, your basing your system on the judgement of individuals which simply cannot tell how much “effort” or “attitude” you put in, it is a complete flaw and makes little sense as it is founded upon biased opinion which leads to inaccurate results. The main issue is that teachers cannot tell how you feel or how much effort it takes you to do something, it simply is not possible, the teachers aren’t mind readers and give students grades according to how the feel about the person, and not about the supposed effort, as yet again they cannot read minds, they are only humans.

If the system is to be based on the opinion of teachers which is a major factor in our study, and it is ineffective at grading students it must clearly be changed or adapted into a more efficient and accurate system by implementing non-biased grading which is done according to a clear criteria and clear evidence for why the student has been putting effort and shows a positive attitude, and vice versa for the lack of effort and attitude. Although there is already a “clear criteria” most if not all of the criteria in 4/4 is unobtainable, therefore the teachers should have to give “specific” examples of why the student or girl deserves the mark instead.

Also as the effort grades don’t go to your universities, you are putting in more effort to get better effort grades, which could take away from your average.

by Constantin Cartalis

Le traditionnel week-end de connaissance.

En tant que classe 2 et après ma troisième année au Rosey , le weekend de « connaissance » devient pour moi une petite routine, quelque chose que je doit faire tout les ans, avec pour seule surprise des nouveaux élèves avec qui je vais possiblement sympathiser. A chaque fois les filles cherchent à se faire les plus belles possibles, sortant leur plus belles robes pour espérer faire bonne impression la première journée, idem pour les garçons qui eux préfèrent généralement une chemise ainsi qu’un blazer. Le bateau part et laisse un flot de Roséens s’installer sur le pont avant ou arrière, au premier et au deuxième étage. Au fur et a mesure de la soirée, le soleil se couche lentement sur le lac Léman, et laisse place à la fête, la musique se propage a l’intérieur et ravi en même temps les danseurs ainsi que les plus réservés qui eux préfèreront rester dehors, la marche des garçons est aussi un moment ou tout les potins de la soirée sont racontés dans la longue allée de l’entrée du Rosey.

Mais à peine avons nous le temps de respirer que les activités du samedi commencent, avec les mêmes grognements et les mêmes reproches : « il fait pas beau aujourd’hui, ce n’est pas comme ça que nous allons apprendre à nous connaitre, ca sert a quoi de faire ca, c’est trop fatiguant… » Pour au final garder des souvenirs impérissables ainsi que des moments de rigolades pendant et après l’activité.

A peine après être rentré, nous devons vite nous préparer pour la première vraie disco du Rosey qui est aussi une des meilleures. Petit à petit, les cadets iront sur leur étage, puis les jeunes seniors et enfin les seniors, voici l’histoire de ce week-end de connaissance.

On the expedition to Leysin, half the class met at 10 am in the Rosey car park. After a one and a half hour drive, we finally arrived in time for lunch, where we ate Rosey sandwiches. They split us up again and my group went to do a via ferrata, which is a type of rock climbing, except for the fact that we were implanted on a cliff with metal bars to cling onto. We were given helmets and harnesses and the objective was to climb about ten meters above the ground and do different activities whilst climbing sideways. It took us two hours. Once we were down, the guides told us to go back to the start and wait for everyone else. Five seconds later we had walked to the beginning of the course. The rest of the group in the meantime were rock climbing. We met up with the rest of the group and then walked back to the hotel. After a delicious dinner of steak and potatoes, Mr. Williams walked us to the train station to get hot chocolate. We were woken up at 7:30 and I was exhausted and my arms were aching. We went down and got some breakfast, made our sandwich lunch and went off rock climbing. I was nervous, as you had to trust a friend to hold you in case you slipped. From the bottom, it looked easy but I didn’t realise how physically tiring it was. In my opinion, it was more fun than the via ferrata as you got to try easier and harder levels, but not everyone agreed with me. The rest of the group came and ate with us and we left Leysin at 2:15pm to arrive back at Rosey at 3:30pm.

by Thalia Clive-Worms

Défi-sunrise swimming

Every year the students of Rosey have a choice to do Défis, which is a sports event to challenge yourself. There is a choice of about 15 Défis each year. The Défis can be anything from rock climbing to swimming in the lake. The first Défi of the year is the sunrise swimming in the outdoor Rosey pool at 5:45am. For this Défi you have 20 minutes swim as many laps as you can. The Rosey record is currently held by Theophile Clive-Worms who managed 1275m!

Now why would anybody do more Défis than they have too? Well each time you do a Défi your name gets put into a hat, and at the of the year a name is pulled out with a possibility to win a watch. So, the more you do the Défis, the more likely is it to win this watch. It is not every year that there is a watch to be given but it is definitely worth the effort to try and win this watch.

This year’s sunrise swimming défi was a particular challenger, because the students concerned had to be at the pool at 5:45, a time that some would call ‘a bit too early’. The défi went very well, and the swimmers definitely felt it was a défi, though mainly the waking up part…

Tout commença lors du premier parallèle, auquel je fus confronté à Théo. Je parti comme un mort de faim pour attaquer cette pluie de piquet rouge et bleue.

En voyant la légère avance de Théo sur moi, je mis le turbo et, dans ma précipitation, je me suis mangé une porte… Comme un mort de faim. On pouvait dire que je ne me suis pas raté, surtout quand Mr.Vokoun m’a dit « t’inquiète pas Georges, Tu as seulement les deux lèvres éclatée, et aussi les dents qui se sont enfoncés d’un demi centimètre, il t’en manque deux ». Pour ma part, je sentais aussi un trou à l’intérieur de mon palais.

Je fus emmené à l’hôpital, ou je fus directement mis sous perfusion,  les radios, les scanners furent fait à plusieurs reprises, si bien que je m’endormis en tenue de ski dans une chambre de médecin à 11 heures du soir, Madame Dean à mes côtés. On me réveilla à 6 heures, en me disant que j’allais être complétement endormi, afin que l’on m’opère pendant 4 heures.

A mon réveil, je vis mes parents à me côtés, qui m’expliquèrent que j’allais malheureusement devoir manger des aliments liquides pendant un bon bout de temps.

A mon deuxième réveil, j’étais dans une chambre plutôt spacieuse, A ma droite mon père, des magasines à la main. De l’autre, cette foutue perfusion. Les heures  passèrent, avec la  bonne nouvelle que je pourrais partir de l’hôpital dans deux jours me rassurait.

Ce qui était moins rassurant, c’était ma tête de babouin édenté et écorché de partout.

L’attente était interminable, surtout à cause de mon estime, que je réussi a gardé  maintes fois. En effet, je ne me suis pas douché pendant 6 jours car j’aurais du être accompagné par une infirmière (d’un certain âge), j’optais donc pour la première option, ce que je trouvais plus enviable.

Après 5 jours, le petit Georges, nourrit à la soupe de polenta. Put enfin sortir de l’hôpital, il rentra chez lui avec les aisselles puantes, et remangea de la soupe le soir.

Morale : ne mangez pas de portes de ski  sous-peine de ne plus pouvoir en manger pendant 4 mois.

On the early morning of the Saturday 22nd of October, a group of 11 students and three teachers climbed onto a Taxi Dany bus and set off for their well-prepared trip to help those in need in the distant village of Kokumdu, Accra. Our journey however, had in reality began a month prior to that day, and on the first day upon which we had been recruited into the GT (Ghana Team), we immediately set to work, and over the course of that next month of preparation, had raised our first 1,000 CHF, which we donated as soon as we could to be able to provide schoolbooks and an education fee for three sixteen year-olds from a group of orphaned dancers: AFODAT, whom we would soon come to meet. After having been through several bake sales, and organizational meetings for the trip, as well as a fairly unpleasant trip to the nearby Clinique de Genolier to get our vaccinations for yellow fever, we were finally ready and in perfect form to make the sluggish six hour flight to the capital of Ghana, Accra, and the following five hour bus journey to the village where we would be helping out, Kokumdu. Upon arrival to the biggest city in Ghana, we immediately remarked the very different way of life that was for most of the group, a completely new and refreshing experience. It had felt almost as if we were in a Hollywood movie, with the nonstop shouting all around us as well as offers from strangers to help us and carry our bags to our taxi, while if we looked upwards, we could notice on almost every lamppost and billboard posters campaigning for the presidential candidate Muhama, with various slogans advertising the different ways in which he’d improve the country. We approached the parking lot, and immediately security guards shooed away the crowd of people trying to earn a living near us by still offering to help us with our luggage, and loaded our bags onto the rickety old yellow bus. Straight away, we noticed the truth in the warnings we had received about having to use mosquito spray, as I can recall we must have killed around 15 mosquitoes in that first journey to our hotel, which for that first night was in the city, as we would not make it to Kokumdu by nightfall. Upon arrival to the La Palm Royal Beach Resort, we were all glad to be able to relax for the night in Rosey fashion, perfectly aware of the tiring work that was ahead of us.

At the break of dawn the next day, we loaded our bags onto our new bus, settled in, and plugged in our music for what we thought would be a boring four hour journey to our next destination. It took us by surprise, however, how very different the world was from outside of our tinted bus windows, and at least two hundred pictures must have been taken during the first half of our journey. while we were leaving the city, which has an estimated population of five million people, and realized the density of people living there. On the other side of the looking glass, we could see thousands of people trying to sell each other various trade goods, ranging from what we could only presume were fake Burberry bags and caps, to second-rate phones, to two meter tall piles of socks and various other clothing. We saw women walking around with baskets balanced entirely on their heads, and a man pulling along a medium-size trailer of goods on the side of the dirty, uncemented road. By the time we’d pulled out of the city, after excruciating traffic which led to us being stuck next to construction for an hour, we remarked the largeness of the city, being able to see it stretching for kilometers to either side of us. After seeing some of the beautiful sights that Ghana had to offer, we finally arrived to our new hotel, and immediately ran to the sea, bathing ourselves in the warm waters of the Ivory Coast. We pranced around in the waters, and then went to dry ourselves off, had our first taste of authentic Ghanaian food, and had our first group meeting in Ghana to discuss the duties ahead of us. Over the course of the next day, we conducted interviews at the nearby public school, asking both teachers and students what we could improve, and various other typical humanitarian interviewing questions, and were then treated to a welcoming show by the pupils of the schools, who made us participate in the local dance. The AFODAT group, whom we had helped raise money for earlier in the term, greeted us, and we could see immediately that that money was put to good use, for very talented children. We returned to our home for the week, and were allowed some time to think about the day’s events, and it is then that we realized the crippling poverty in which these children lived, and were immediately convinced that we would have to raise more once we came back. We had a second organizational meeting that night, and discussed ways in which we could improve their quality of life, and what seemed most important for the children, deciding that night that we had three choices: to either buy them proper schoolbooks, whiteboards, or to be able to provide internet for their thirty computers, which had been donated by earlier Roséan groups who had come to the village. Alas, we decided to sleep on it, and decide where our 5,000 CHF that we had as a group only once we had seen all of the different organizations that we could help. Thus, we went to bed, and woke up early the next morning filled with ambition to help, having now seen the terrible conditions in which the locals lived and worked in. So we set off to the nearby Mary Queen of Peace School, a private school for those that could barely afford to pay for school, yet could afford it nevertheless, and thus had slightly better conditions for their children. There were still, however, nearly no whiteboards, very little air conditioning, and a lack of school supplies. We repeated the same interviewing process once we had arrived, and were once again greeted by a special performance by some of the students, as well as a special performance from one of the teachers of one of their local welcoming songs, in which he proclaimed our love for us, as well as missing us, even though we had only just met, nevertheless, we took it in stride and thanked him repeatedly. We then left the school, and went to meet with a local entrepreneur, who proposed to us some of his ideas for a business that would have sold local clothes all over Ghana, based from the local university campus. We discussed his business plan, and offered him some tips to be able to better take advantage of the market, and told him we would get back to him as for if we would fund him or not. We then returned to our hotel, had dinner, and met again to discuss the day’s events; however this meeting would be our first investment meeting, where we were taught by Mr Giovanni as to how to correctly judge investments. We decided that the man’s business plan wasn’t very sustainable nor innovative, and that we probably wouldn’t invest in it, and thus went to bed with a renewed motivation to help. The next day, however, we changed our course, and went to listen to the business plan of a women’s support group, and donated clothes to them, after which we went to a village meeting, where our group leader, Mr Grant, or as he is known in the village, Nana Tenaije the Second, was honored by the chiefs of the village, and made several speeches to the elders of the tribe, after which he proceeded to be involved in several local rituals, all while dressed in traditional Ghanaian chief clothes. We then went back to our hotel, and had a somewhat relaxed evening, the first of our time in the village.

The morning after proved to be tiresome, and we painted a wall at the Mary Queen of Peace School, with designs made by one of our own, Ping-Lin, while also building benches out of bamboo, as per local tradition. We left the school, and left to a nearby castle, which used to be a slaveholding fortress built in the 17^th century, while being exchanged several times between various European nations. We returned to the hotel, yet this time talking intensely about exactly who we had to fund, and by what amount, deciding that the Mary Queen of Peace School was our most probable target, as they were lacking a bus, causing their students to have to walk up to four hours each day to get to and fro school, which destroyed their motivation to learn. We were told to hold our decision however, as we still had one more target: the local hospital, which was in dire need of funding for their women’s clinic, which was severely understaffed and required money to be able to fund many of the life-changing surgeries that could not be afforded by the patients. Once we got there, we had a meeting with the board of directors, where Lulu, who had swum the channel in order to raise money for this hospital along with her group, the Chacha team, presented a check for 25,000 CHF to the board. We interviewed the doctors, nurses and some patients, to see if they were truly in as much need as we had heard that they were, and headed back to our hotel. That night, we had the final meeting, and after long debate, it was decided that we would spend 500 CHF on internet for the public school, while the other 4,500 CHF would go towards the funding of the bus, which we were determined to raise the full 50,000 for before the end of the year. Having made a decision, albeit with much debate, we celebrated with a full dinner and a bonfire, while the AFODAT group came and taught us some more of their local dances. We then settled in for the night, packed our bags and got mentally geared to leave. Leaving at 8:00 AM, the bus waited for us in the hotel parking lot, and we regrettably loaded on our bags, and got on. We arrived in Accra several hours later, and headed for the airport. Getting on the plane, we looked behind at our trip with hope, knowing we had, and would continue to, truly make a difference in the lives of these people, and were happy, though exhausted, with the thought. Once back in Rosey, we were happy to finally be able to properly rest, but we still got ready to raise further funds, and still we steel ourselves, holding fundraisers and sold sweaters, raising money to this day, and we hope to achieve our goal of 50,000 CHF before the end of the year.

-Misha