by Lauren Voeltz Josie Weiss Dedicated to All Those Lost at the Residential Schools Three of us arrived at the schoolhouse: Zagaanakwad , Storm Clouds, Makadewigwane, Black Feathers, and I, Waaseyaa, First Light of the Rising Sun—three strong Anishinaabe girls at the end of childhood. Fifteen others like us, First Nations peoples, watched us come in—fifteen pairs of brown eyes wide and pleading. Unlike us, their hair was chopped and their clothing salt-white. Unlike us, they