Not Letting Go
One thing my family never lets go is all of the koozies.
Every wedding, race, concert, or anything we always end up getting a koozie.
We think, we can use it.
We can use them for drinking cans,
Keeping our hands warm from the cold can,
And they're memories of where we got the koozies.
In every car, there's a koozie.
In a drawer, there's a ton of koozies.
We say we'll use them,
But would we use all of them?
KR
Monday, December 21, 2015
Memories during Christmas
Going to grandpa and grandmas house is quite interesting.
looking at the stuff that my grandmother has been given during her childhood years.
Listening to my grandpas stories about how he worked very hard as a teenager and talking how he don't use "those new things that beep and ring"
looking around listening to little kids arguing.
eating with family and just enjoying them.
That is most of my memories I think about when it comes to christmas.
-AB
Wednesday, December 16, 2015
Visit This
Of all the places to visit go to Rome,
of all the people the girl,
only saw amazing,
The dark haired blue eye boy,
Visited only the Colosseum,
It didn't feel very vibrant.
Shouldn't it have felt vibrant,
After all it was Rome.
The Colosseum
Should have felt different to the girl.
I know it did to the boy.
Now he only saw amazing.
The whole experience should be amazing
The whole adventure should be vibrant
Only one other thing was fantastic for the boy.
Not the entire Rome
thing, it was the girl
Where they met at the Colosseum.
Who knew it would have been the Colosseum.
Now everything is amazing
I guess the girl
Could like more than just the vibrant
City of Rome.
Now everything was different for the girl and boy.
Even though it was exciting it also scared the boy.
He had to leave the comfort of the safe Colosseum.
He would now have to go to different places in Rome.
Would it be amazing?
Would it be vibrant?
He would just have to trust the girl.
But should trust the girl?
Oh boy.
She didn't lie, it was vibrant
Although not like the Colosseum.
Their time was amazing
In the big city if Rome.
If Rome was this fantastic for the girl
And this amazing for the boy
Now they both think you need to describe the Colosseum as vibrant.
Pk
What up St Johns
Back at St. John's when I was in elementary school, going there was some of the best and worst times of my life. From kindergarten all the way through fourth grade me and the ten other kids that went there. Plus two other teachers we made some pretty epic memories like:
Playing hockey for P.E. And getting penalties for hitting each other's with the sticks.
Not realizing how weird it was having class with people from different grades.
The older kids trying to convince us that the enchiladas was alien meat.
Accidentally letting our class bird outside.
Finding different ways to threaten each other with rulers.
Punching or yelling at Cole everyday.
Having to sing 11 plus songs for concerts.
Also I always had to be Mary and Cole had to be Joseph.
Hanna and I having a fight like every other day.
Glueing our fingers together so we didn't have to work.
Not knowing that school lunches were suppose to taste bad.
Reaching a certain age and having to help with lunch and mass.
Playing hangman with father Stan.
Making a light fall from the ceiling when we hit it with a ball.
Getting our swings taken away because we were to dangerous with them.
Them let's not forget our legendary filed trips
Getting to stay overnight in a zoo
Going zip lining and rock climbing
Being the only girl bravery enough to milk a cow when we went to a dairy farm
Sleeping over at the school
Playing hide and go seek in the dark.
Having a scavenger hunt in the church.
Being some of the last classes to go to this school we definitely had the best adventure in our short time of being together.
Pk
Mom's yell to tell Justin to clean his room.
A little girl running around the house to find the toy she had just five minutes ago.
Dad preaching about how we are too loud for this house.
A stout boy complaining there is nothing to eat in this house while staring at a cupboard full of food.
A loving Granny that walks in with a purse full of toys that will be looked at once.
A sassy blonde girl who complains about how annoying her brother is.
The sight of a loud dog that seems to fill our lives with joy because of her cuteness.
A red, white, and blue figure standing proudly in our driveway.
Many fluffy and dirty black cows eating constantly.
A dog that seems to be everyone's best friend
KB
A little girl running around the house to find the toy she had just five minutes ago.
Dad preaching about how we are too loud for this house.
A stout boy complaining there is nothing to eat in this house while staring at a cupboard full of food.
A loving Granny that walks in with a purse full of toys that will be looked at once.
A sassy blonde girl who complains about how annoying her brother is.
The sight of a loud dog that seems to fill our lives with joy because of her cuteness.
A red, white, and blue figure standing proudly in our driveway.
Many fluffy and dirty black cows eating constantly.
A dog that seems to be everyone's best friend
KB
Getting Rid of The Past
I should get rid of...
All my old perfume and lotion bottles.
Clothes that are totally ripped.
My countless Zac Efron posters.
My old retainer.
My worn out, years old shoes.
Pointless printed out awards.
Dresses from every color day.
My stuffed pig.
The countless old cell phones.
All my birthday cards.
Broken pieces of my past sunglasses.
Countless bottles of lip gloss.
But I can't because...
Those perfumes still smell good.
The torn clothes were once my favorite.
I still love Zac Efron.
That retainer was expensive so I'd feel bad.
I walked so many miles in those shoes.
Those awards show my old accomplishments.
Those dresses make me feel like a rockstar.
That pig helped me sleep the first five years of my life.
The chips and cracks in the phones bring back great memories.
I love every single person that gave me those cards, and they could be gone someday.
I'm hoping one day, those sunglasses I used to love will be put back together.
You never know, the world might end and you don't want chapped lips.
B
Rainy sundae
Ingredients:
A bowl of good books
3 scoops of warm blankets
A dash of comfy clothes
4 shakes of rain
1 cup of hot chocolate
3\4 of a cup of a nice soft bed
A load of warm fuzzy socks
A pinch of relaxation
First, get a bowl of good books. Second, get three scoops of warm blankets. Then, put a dash of comfy clothes into the mix. Get a second bowl and add 4 shakes of rain. Get a coffee mug and add 1 cup of hot chocolate into it. Put 3/4 of a cup of a nice soft bed into the 1st bowl. Add a load of warm fuzzy socks on top. And a pinch of relaxation. Then, take your second bowl with the rain and toss it outside towards the sky. Stay warm and enjoy! Don't forget your spoon.
E
Tuesday, December 15, 2015
Male Looking for Relationship
I'm a light 400 pounds. I'll eat anything, I've even eaten some toilet paper and dry wall. I have many hobbies. One of my favorites is rubbing old mans feet with lotion. I love feeling dry, callused feet on my hands. Another one of my hobbies is swimming in a pool filled with snakes. I love feeling that slimy feeling of their body. Other than these great hobbies the best part is you can always know where to find me. I'll always be in my parents basement making peanut butter sculptures cause it's my passion. You'll love my parents cause they always have taken care of me. They love me so much they have continued to buy my diapers cause I've never been potty trained. These are some of the things I love to do so if your interested please contact me.
Responses
Hi, you sound so sexy! I'd love to feel your rolls. 😉 I still live with my parents too and we can buy our diapers together. We could start a feet lotioning business cause I love lotioning old lady's feet! We are a perfect match! The only thing is I recommend you try rocks. They are delicious!
By : Chucky Gubbles
I'm a light 400 pounds. I'll eat anything, I've even eaten some toilet paper and dry wall. I have many hobbies. One of my favorites is rubbing old mans feet with lotion. I love feeling dry, callused feet on my hands. Another one of my hobbies is swimming in a pool filled with snakes. I love feeling that slimy feeling of their body. Other than these great hobbies the best part is you can always know where to find me. I'll always be in my parents basement making peanut butter sculptures cause it's my passion. You'll love my parents cause they always have taken care of me. They love me so much they have continued to buy my diapers cause I've never been potty trained. These are some of the things I love to do so if your interested please contact me.
Responses
Hi, you sound so sexy! I'd love to feel your rolls. 😉 I still live with my parents too and we can buy our diapers together. We could start a feet lotioning business cause I love lotioning old lady's feet! We are a perfect match! The only thing is I recommend you try rocks. They are delicious!
By : Chucky Gubbles
Monday, December 14, 2015
Mr. Incredible
Help! Look hanging off the building there's a girl!
Then he appeared from behind the sun,
it was incredible.
I was standing behind a tree,
I got to de the whole thing; as did the moon
we all saw it, he could fly.
Like no joke the man could fly,
and he's going to save the girl!
He flew across the moon,
sped right past the sun.
Wow now he's just showing off, and ran into a tree,
I'd call that karma. He didn't seem as incredible.
Maybe he will once again be incredible
through my eyes again. I want to see him fly,
and not into a dumb tree.
Oh yeah I forgot that the girl
is still hanging off the building. And the sun
was beating down. But cold and dark was the moon.
And what showed up in the middle of the day? Well the moon!
It was the most incredible
thing I've ever seen, and the sun
was still beaming at the same time. It was almost as cool as the man who could fly.
But the girl
is still patiently waiting to get saved by the man by the tree.
He passed the tree,
without hitting it this time and winked at the moon.
And as for the girl,
well he saved her! It was incredible!
I wish I could be saved by a man who could fly
higher then the sun.
He carried her across the sun.
And told her the story about him running into the tree.
She asked him how he got the ability to fly,
he said that all his power is from the moon.
He told the girl that he thought she was incredible.
Soon after that, he fell in love with the girl.
The girl obviously said yes when he proposed, her smile was brighter than the sun.
And that's the story of how Mrs. and Mr. Incredible met, they got married under the tree.
Mr. Incredible said good bye to his family from the moon, and taught his bride how to fly.
TO
Then he appeared from behind the sun,
it was incredible.
I was standing behind a tree,
I got to de the whole thing; as did the moon
we all saw it, he could fly.
Like no joke the man could fly,
and he's going to save the girl!
He flew across the moon,
sped right past the sun.
Wow now he's just showing off, and ran into a tree,
I'd call that karma. He didn't seem as incredible.
Maybe he will once again be incredible
through my eyes again. I want to see him fly,
and not into a dumb tree.
Oh yeah I forgot that the girl
is still hanging off the building. And the sun
was beating down. But cold and dark was the moon.
And what showed up in the middle of the day? Well the moon!
It was the most incredible
thing I've ever seen, and the sun
was still beaming at the same time. It was almost as cool as the man who could fly.
But the girl
is still patiently waiting to get saved by the man by the tree.
He passed the tree,
without hitting it this time and winked at the moon.
And as for the girl,
well he saved her! It was incredible!
I wish I could be saved by a man who could fly
higher then the sun.
He carried her across the sun.
And told her the story about him running into the tree.
She asked him how he got the ability to fly,
he said that all his power is from the moon.
He told the girl that he thought she was incredible.
Soon after that, he fell in love with the girl.
The girl obviously said yes when he proposed, her smile was brighter than the sun.
And that's the story of how Mrs. and Mr. Incredible met, they got married under the tree.
Mr. Incredible said good bye to his family from the moon, and taught his bride how to fly.
TO
Friday, December 11, 2015
When we're driving a car
When we go on a trip to somewhere,
the youngest will drive,
and then the oldest has to sit back,
the oldest has to sit in a baby chair,
While you drive with your feet,
You have to drive backwards
as fast as you can,
the passenger has to say
"wee woo wee woo,"
the passenger has to clap their
hands every time we stop,
the older person has scream
"run forest run" while their driving,
and when we finally get to
the location we say "hip hip hooray."
By The J
the youngest will drive,
and then the oldest has to sit back,
the oldest has to sit in a baby chair,
While you drive with your feet,
You have to drive backwards
as fast as you can,
the passenger has to say
"wee woo wee woo,"
the passenger has to clap their
hands every time we stop,
the older person has scream
"run forest run" while their driving,
and when we finally get to
the location we say "hip hip hooray."
By The J
Wednesday, December 9, 2015
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do a duet. Well I hope you have space in your contacts for me, but bye for now!
JS
I'm a pale, acne covered teenager. I have no real talents, other than I can play the harmonica with my nose. I really like to eat, a lot. When I eat, I just scarf it all down. I practically can inhale it. People say I chew rather loudly and obnoxiously, but that's besides the point. I've gotten my record up to eating ten hotdogs in a minute. Pretty impressive, huh? I'm a real big gamer. Because I always shut my lights off when I play and sit two inches away from the screen, I'm practically blind. My glasses are an inch thick. When I play for too long, I'll get a TV burn from the screen, so I'll have to lather on some sunscreen to keep from burning. White kid problems, right? So yeah if you don't play video games like hardcore like me, then stop reading. By the way, I'm not going to be the one who works in a relationship. It has to be all you. One day, though, I'll be on America's Got Talent to play my harmonica beautifully with my nose. I'll make millions. But until then, I'll become a famous video gamer. You'll have to cook, too. So yeah. Don't everybody respond to this ad at once, please. My mom limits me to three girls in my contacts at once, and that's counting her. Can't wait to meet the lucky girl ;)
I'm Perfect for You!
Oh. My. Gosh. We like sooooo totally must have been met for each other, because like you sound totes hot, like OMG. I've always found something attractive about a man who refuses to work. And it's soooooooooo amazing that you can eat ten hotdogs in a minute. My record is only seven. But here's the real kicker... I can play the flute with my nose!! We must be soul mates. Maybe we could
do a duet. Well I hope you have space in your contacts for me, but bye for now!
JS
My Opposite
I am a morning person.
I am happiest when my life is swirling.
I love when I get told plans at the last minute.
My favorite kinda of music is jazz.
If I found a wounded sparrow I would pick it up.
The best place in the world to live is North Omaha.
All of the crimes that have happened make me happy and want to be there.
If I found a wallet with money in it, I would take the money and leave the wallet.
My relationship with my family is terrible.
All we do is fight constantly.
I would describe my style of clothes as gothic clothes.
My idea of a perfect job is a stay home mom.
I love the fact of always being alone and home by myself.
My Idea of a perfect evening is staying home.
MR
Tuesday, December 8, 2015
I should let go of...
Those random earring backs that have no use anymore
9 rolls of empty tape in the junk drawer
all 8 of our old cells phones that have no use
mismatched socks in my drawer that never get worn
half of the clothes that aren't even in style anymore
all of my bank statements under my bed that have never been opened
bobby pins that I look at every day and cuss about
the candles that sit under my bed and never get used
those shoes that are beyond ugly but can't get rid of them
free makeup that never gets worn
a galore of perfume that piles up because it smells terrible after a week
hair accessories that have never been used
so much trash in my car and water bottles
I should let go of those but..
I'm lazy and never clean
I don't want to give to Goodwill
Feel bad about burning it
Meant something to me at one time.
KAB
Those random earring backs that have no use anymore
9 rolls of empty tape in the junk drawer
all 8 of our old cells phones that have no use
mismatched socks in my drawer that never get worn
half of the clothes that aren't even in style anymore
all of my bank statements under my bed that have never been opened
bobby pins that I look at every day and cuss about
the candles that sit under my bed and never get used
those shoes that are beyond ugly but can't get rid of them
free makeup that never gets worn
a galore of perfume that piles up because it smells terrible after a week
hair accessories that have never been used
so much trash in my car and water bottles
I should let go of those but..
I'm lazy and never clean
I don't want to give to Goodwill
Feel bad about burning it
Meant something to me at one time.
KAB
Monday, December 7, 2015
The List
In the month of November, there's only one thing on everyone's mind. The holiday with the guy in the big red suit and white beard. Everyone begins putting decorations up. They wonder if they were naughty or nice. They start making a list and checking it twice. This is what I wish for this holiday season:
Endless amounts of hot chocolate with marshmallows,
Nothing going wrong,
A wonderful, white Christmas Day,
An extra long winter break,
The perfect meal at grandpa's,
Hugs from all my little cousins,
My favorite dessert of all time, pumpkin bars,
My grandma's famous apple cider,
Bags and bags of dove chocolate,
New clothes,
Those shoes I've been eyeing,
My secret Santa to be a secret the whole time,
Monkey bread on the morning of Christmas,
Being able to watch all our new movies,
Try not to kill each other at apples to apples,
Seeing my family from all their different states,
Get so much sleep that I'm tired of sleep,
A boyfriend would be nice,
Stay on the sled longer than I did last year,
Basketball practice gets canceled,
My annual nap on my grandpa's couch,
And finally, make some memories that I will never forget.
B
Wednesday, December 2, 2015
Christmas traditions
It used to always be a tradition that me and Derek would try and stay up and see Santa.
But now that we know he's not real this is usually how it goes.
We all wake up before church and open the presents.
First you have to get what was in your stocking first.
Then you would always open the bigger presents second. After that we would have to go to church.
After church we would go home and listen to Christmas music while playing with whatever we got.
When it would get darker we would have a family supper.
After the family supper we just talk as a family about things and memories.
By: Chucky Gubbles
It used to always be a tradition that me and Derek would try and stay up and see Santa.
But now that we know he's not real this is usually how it goes.
We all wake up before church and open the presents.
First you have to get what was in your stocking first.
Then you would always open the bigger presents second. After that we would have to go to church.
After church we would go home and listen to Christmas music while playing with whatever we got.
When it would get darker we would have a family supper.
After the family supper we just talk as a family about things and memories.
By: Chucky Gubbles
Tuesday, December 1, 2015
Flawed Romance Ad
I'm looking for a guy who is tall and charming. He has to be country and wear boots. He has to know how to fish and hunt me food for our cabin in the woods. We will have 12 children. That way they can help on our large farm in the woods we built from scratch. We will have no running water and no electricity. And we will wear Amish clothes. We have to heat our home by chopping wood. We will cool our home by taking off the shudders and letting light in. Our children will be homeschooled with chalk and slates.
My name is Ted. I live in Redland, Kentucky. My favorite entertainment is watching my crops die and watching my grandma sneeze, she's up to 15 sneezes in a row now. I like your idea of Amish clothing. Right now I have so many holes in my pants that I have more skin showing than Miley Cyrus on a wrecking ball. I drink out of ponds full of mud, the mud adds flavor. Sometimes I eat a grass instead of lettuce because lettuce doesn't grow here. I grew up in a family of 21 kids, I'm the middle child number 11. Oh, and I'm already married though. My wife won't mind though, she already has 3 other husbands.
TJ
My name is Ted. I live in Redland, Kentucky. My favorite entertainment is watching my crops die and watching my grandma sneeze, she's up to 15 sneezes in a row now. I like your idea of Amish clothing. Right now I have so many holes in my pants that I have more skin showing than Miley Cyrus on a wrecking ball. I drink out of ponds full of mud, the mud adds flavor. Sometimes I eat a grass instead of lettuce because lettuce doesn't grow here. I grew up in a family of 21 kids, I'm the middle child number 11. Oh, and I'm already married though. My wife won't mind though, she already has 3 other husbands.
TJ
Tuesday, November 24, 2015
Dang it
My mom told me to clean my room
I couldn't find my broom
I gave up
Now i can't go out for a month
And I have to get up before noon.
E
I couldn't find my broom
I gave up
Now i can't go out for a month
And I have to get up before noon.
E
Monday, November 23, 2015
Chasing the Stars
Getting ready in five minuets is a key task for a high school girl to learn. Once someone calls you and asks to drive around, you don't have much time to get ready. But, trust me it's worth the experience and be able to feel invincible until Monday hits again. Letting out all the stresses of the week is really important. While capturing the moment, this is what i see:
Watching the dirt kick up behind the truck as you speed across dirt roads.
Sharing food and drinks with friends.
Blaring music bursts out of the car.
Looking over at your friends and all you can do is smile.
Texting other people to meet up and talk.
Going to the middle of nowhere and turning off the lights to look at the stars.
Being taught how to do burn outs and cookies.
Laughing until you can't breathe.
Being surrounded by the people who care about you the most.
Talking about anything and everything.
Chasing the moon down to get the best sight.
Getting pressured into a little over the speed limit, but being too chicken to try it.
Having really pointless talks.
But also some really deep talks.
Town is vacant other then the few other kids driving around too.
Making nights and memories that will never be forgotten.
Losing your way and having to ask the boys for directions back.
Getting nervous when passing cops even though you're not doing anything illegal.
Sharing new dumb things with each other.
Getting really off topic with conversations.
Maybe accidentally doing something illegal but saying it's okay.
Getting to know the town like the back of your hand.
Racing home to get back before curfew happens basically every time.
To
Watching the dirt kick up behind the truck as you speed across dirt roads.
Sharing food and drinks with friends.
Blaring music bursts out of the car.
Looking over at your friends and all you can do is smile.
Texting other people to meet up and talk.
Going to the middle of nowhere and turning off the lights to look at the stars.
Being taught how to do burn outs and cookies.
Laughing until you can't breathe.
Being surrounded by the people who care about you the most.
Talking about anything and everything.
Chasing the moon down to get the best sight.
Getting pressured into a little over the speed limit, but being too chicken to try it.
Having really pointless talks.
But also some really deep talks.
Town is vacant other then the few other kids driving around too.
Making nights and memories that will never be forgotten.
Losing your way and having to ask the boys for directions back.
Getting nervous when passing cops even though you're not doing anything illegal.
Sharing new dumb things with each other.
Getting really off topic with conversations.
Maybe accidentally doing something illegal but saying it's okay.
Getting to know the town like the back of your hand.
Racing home to get back before curfew happens basically every time.
To
Friday, November 20, 2015
Racing
During a meet you tie up your spikes.
I get a really jumpy feeling of nervousness and excitement.
People getting really pumped.
The noise of everybody yelling your name out in the crowd.
Although sometimes you can hear your breathing.
People yelling at you to get up to the next team.
Everybody yells and cheers for the teams.
While I run I can see the digging of the spikes.
Competitors are heavily breathing.
I hear more people getting joy, thrill, and excitement.
I am trying to catch up to my team.
As soon as I do I get to pumped.
The more they cheer I get happier and pumped.
Everybody ia yelling at me and my team.
Out there i see my parents in the crowd.
I see everybody's spikes.
I look at mine and get the excitement.
I have really heavy breathing.
While I look at people they see me breathing.
Everybody is still pumped.
I am still seeing the excitement.
I am trying to catch up to get the other team.
Everybody is like "hey cool shoes!" and I look down at my spikes.
Towards the end I hear the roaring of the crowd.
Everything is wrapping up and I like to see people cheering for me in the crowd.
You can hear people getting exhausted from yelling, and they are out of breath for breathing.
My feet are getting tired, but my feet feel light because of these spikes.
I am getting ready to feel nervous, but also pumped.
Everybody during this point is gathering with their team.
You start to see their eyes feel with excitement.
As soon as your ready for excitement.
Everybody is roaring in the crowd.
Everybody starts acting more like a team.
Almost everybody is out of room for breathing.
I am getting way to much pumped.
I cross the finish line with my spikes.
I look down as soon as I see my spikes I know I see the excitement.
People look at their number and get pumped and look for their parents in the crowd.
I know we are breathing heavy, but we also worked so hard as a team.
-By: AB
Thursday, November 19, 2015
Visit this
Of all the places to visit go to Rome,
of all the people the girl,
only saw amazing,
The dark haired blue eye boy,
Visited only the Colosseum,
It didn't feel very vibrant.
Shouldn't it have felt vibrant,
After all it was Rome.
The Colosseum
Should have felt different to the girl.
I know it did to the boy.
Now he only saw amazing.
The whole experience should be amazing
The whole adventure should be vibrant
Only one other thing was fantastic for the boy.
Not the entire Rome
thing, it was the girl
Where they met at the Colosseum.
Who knew it would have been the Colosseum.
Now everything is amazing
I guess the girl
Could like more than just the vibrant
City of Rome.
Now everything was different for the girl and boy.
Even though it was exciting it also scared the boy.
He had to leave the comfort of the safe Colosseum.
He would now have to go to different places in Rome.
Would it be amazing?
Would it be vibrant?
He would just have to trust the girl.
But should trust the girl?
Oh boy.
She didn't lie, it was vibrant
Although not like the Colosseum.
Their time was amazing
In the big city if Rome.
If Rome was this fantastic for the girl
And this amazing for the boy
Now they both think you need to describe the Colosseum as vibrant.
PK
Day Inside
Early in the morning you find the sun.
Everyone is all up and going, but I'm still in bed.
I don't want to get up for school, so I'll probably cry.
First, I need to have some good food.
Maybe I'll see if I got a good morning text from my man.
As I'm heading out, I look in the mirror and say "I need to work out before I get fat."
I'm lazy, but I don't want to be fat.
I might need to get up before the sun.
Well, I could ask my man,
But he's probably still in bed.
We should probably have healthy food.
It's good in all, but the junk food will make me cry.
As all the junk food comes out I cry
Because I don't want to get fat.
So, I get my healthy food
And go outside to lie in the sun.
Afterwards, I go to my bed
And lay down with my man.
This morning, I looked at my handsome man
And he wanted to cry.
I could tell, so he went back to bed.
I went to get him breakfast, pancakes that are fat.
Then, I opened the curtains so he could see the sun
And he then ate his food.
He said, "that was some good food,
Man oh man."
His smile is as bright as the sun,
I could just cry.
Maybe that'll get rid of my fat.
Now, I'm tired so I'm going to take a nap on my bed.
As I lay in bed,
I take out my food
And get even more fat.
Then here comes my man
And he wanted to cry
Because his eyes hurt from the sun.
I love the sun shining as I'm lying in bed,
But there I cry because he takes my food.
My man is great, but I think he's getting fat.
Early in the morning you find the sun.
Everyone is all up and going, but I'm still in bed.
I don't want to get up for school, so I'll probably cry.
First, I need to have some good food.
Maybe I'll see if I got a good morning text from my man.
As I'm heading out, I look in the mirror and say "I need to work out before I get fat."
I'm lazy, but I don't want to be fat.
I might need to get up before the sun.
Well, I could ask my man,
But he's probably still in bed.
We should probably have healthy food.
It's good in all, but the junk food will make me cry.
As all the junk food comes out I cry
Because I don't want to get fat.
So, I get my healthy food
And go outside to lie in the sun.
Afterwards, I go to my bed
And lay down with my man.
This morning, I looked at my handsome man
And he wanted to cry.
I could tell, so he went back to bed.
I went to get him breakfast, pancakes that are fat.
Then, I opened the curtains so he could see the sun
And he then ate his food.
He said, "that was some good food,
Man oh man."
His smile is as bright as the sun,
I could just cry.
Maybe that'll get rid of my fat.
Now, I'm tired so I'm going to take a nap on my bed.
As I lay in bed,
I take out my food
And get even more fat.
Then here comes my man
And he wanted to cry
Because his eyes hurt from the sun.
I love the sun shining as I'm lying in bed,
But there I cry because he takes my food.
My man is great, but I think he's getting fat.
KR
Bad Feelings and good feelings
I wake up an I don't even
Feel like waking up
Because you have a test,
You wake up to your grandma calling
An your grandpa had to go to the hospital.
Or you have to go to the job that you dread every day.
I am up all night because I'm excited for the
Next day. A special day like your
Brothers wedding, it's your last day
Of high school, it's graduation day
Or your last and final prom.
MR
My Evil Twin
I'm the guy you can call at five the morning,
the person that can't plan for time to sleep.
The man you would see jamming out to church music,
the guy that's so kind that would assist a wounded sparrow.
The man's dream place would be China,
the friend that if found a wallet would find its owner.
The brother that would never leave his family,
the guy that dress up in a uniform for any occasion.
The best employee for a small work environment,
the man that works all day in the evening.
By The J
the person that can't plan for time to sleep.
The man you would see jamming out to church music,
the guy that's so kind that would assist a wounded sparrow.
The man's dream place would be China,
the friend that if found a wallet would find its owner.
The brother that would never leave his family,
the guy that dress up in a uniform for any occasion.
The best employee for a small work environment,
the man that works all day in the evening.
By The J
The List
In the month of November, there's only one thing on everyone's mind. The holiday with the guy in the big red suit and white beard. Everyone begins putting decorations up. They wonder if they were naughty or nice. They start making a list and checking it twice. This is what I wish for this holiday season:
Endless amounts of hot chocolate with marshmallows,
Nothing going wrong,
A wonderful, white Christmas Day,
An extra long winter break,
The perfect meal at grandpa's,
Hugs from all my little cousins,
My favorite dessert of all time, pumpkin bars,
My grandma's famous apple cider,
Bags and bags of dove chocolate,
New clothes,
Those shoes I've been eyeing,
My secret Santa to be a secret the whole time,
Monkey bread on the morning of Christmas,
Being able to watch all our new movies,
Try not to kill each other at apples to apples,
Seeing my family from all their different states,
Get so much sleep that I'm tired of sleep,
A boyfriend would be nice,
Stay on the sled longer than I did last year,
Basketball practice gets canceled,
My annual nap on my grandpa's couch,
And finally, make some memories that I will never forget.
B
Tuesday, November 17, 2015
The Most Wonderful Time of the Year
Decorations everywhere, tunes being hummed in the halls
The buzz of Christmas is everywhere
It's only a couple days 'til break, but my celebration starts today
It's my birthday, so tonight there'll be cake and gifts
I don't have to wait until Christmas morning like everyone else
Then there's the last day of school, which is supposed to be an easy, fun day
We get out early and everybody's excited
We pick up the girls and head home
Soon mom and dad join us
We have every day of the break planned and filled
That weekend we have Christmas with either side of the family
Normally the my dad's side, and we go to Grand Island or Lincoln and stay at my aunt's
There's always a big meal, followed by gift opening that night
Anyone who hasn't graduated college gets a gift from everybody
If you've graduated you only get gifts from grandma and grandpa
Then we head back home and have a day off, then it's Christmas Eve
We are always home, just us as a family, on Christmas Eve
On Christmas morning we wait until all us kids are away and wait in our rooms
Then we go get mom and dad, and admire our gifts under the tree and empty our stockings
A few days later is my mom's side's Christmas
We eat crab legs that Carl brings from St. Louis
Mmmmm mmmmmmm
Then there's gifts and sometimes we shoot for some fun
Then we do different things the rest of break
Of course, there's still practice
But then we're back to our regular routine of school on a daily
The buzz of Christmas is everywhere
It's only a couple days 'til break, but my celebration starts today
It's my birthday, so tonight there'll be cake and gifts
I don't have to wait until Christmas morning like everyone else
Then there's the last day of school, which is supposed to be an easy, fun day
We get out early and everybody's excited
We pick up the girls and head home
Soon mom and dad join us
We have every day of the break planned and filled
That weekend we have Christmas with either side of the family
Normally the my dad's side, and we go to Grand Island or Lincoln and stay at my aunt's
There's always a big meal, followed by gift opening that night
Anyone who hasn't graduated college gets a gift from everybody
If you've graduated you only get gifts from grandma and grandpa
Then we head back home and have a day off, then it's Christmas Eve
We are always home, just us as a family, on Christmas Eve
On Christmas morning we wait until all us kids are away and wait in our rooms
Then we go get mom and dad, and admire our gifts under the tree and empty our stockings
A few days later is my mom's side's Christmas
We eat crab legs that Carl brings from St. Louis
Mmmmm mmmmmmm
Then there's gifts and sometimes we shoot for some fun
Then we do different things the rest of break
Of course, there's still practice
But then we're back to our regular routine of school on a daily
JS
Summers First Storm
Mother Nature
I can see her anger from outside my window
She shows off her beautiful
power through many inches of rain.
I hear a crack of thunder
as the rain falls onto my rooftop, softly.
But then it changes from softly
to violently, and Mother Nature
becomes angrier. The thunder
causes me to jump this time and I look out my window
to see the rain
is falling harder now, but is still so beautiful
My window is covered in racing rain drops, beautiful.
The storm is becoming louder now, and the rain is no longer falling softly
I’ve always loved rain.
It’s beautiful how nature
can change its form so quickly. Again, I look out my window
and see a giant flash of lightning, followed by more thunder.
The rain
and the thunder
almost scares me.
I watch in awe as mother nature
continues to work her beautiful
magic. The tree branches swing softly
in the wind, then violently and leaves fly at my window.
Outside my window,
the rain
starts to fall more softly.
The thunder
lessens and I begin to spy a beautiful
rainbow in the distance. Ah, nature.
It’s amazing, the things Mother Nature can show you from outside your window. The first storm of summer is my favorite and is always the most beautiful. I love listening to the rain fall softly on my window sill. But all of this rain and thunder will never keep me from seeing such a perfect storm.
KD
Tuesday, November 10, 2015
My Life
You never told my mom that you were bored.
If so, she would make you do jobs around the house.
Rarely, my brother and I got bored.
Jumping on the silo- you could be smelled from miles away.
Riding four wheelers was such a fun hobby.
Drawing with Justin, was a very fun thing to do.
We were never bored while riding in the tractor.
Today, everything leaves me to boredom.
I take naps when I'm bored.
Eating junky food is also a bad habit.
Going on my phone even makes me more bored.
-KB
You never told my mom that you were bored.
If so, she would make you do jobs around the house.
Rarely, my brother and I got bored.
Jumping on the silo- you could be smelled from miles away.
Riding four wheelers was such a fun hobby.
Drawing with Justin, was a very fun thing to do.
We were never bored while riding in the tractor.
Today, everything leaves me to boredom.
I take naps when I'm bored.
Eating junky food is also a bad habit.
Going on my phone even makes me more bored.
-KB
Monday, November 9, 2015
Red
Red is a cardinal, an apple, and Ms. Olson's chairs.
Red is the taste of Skittles.
Red smells like fire and salsa.
Red makes me feel embarrassed.
Red is the sound of a fire truck and a robin.
Red is memorial stadium on Saturday, the Pizza Hut sign, and Target circles.
Red is getting a burn.
Red is a crayola crayon.
Red is the pepperoni on a pizza.
By,
Chucky Gubbles
Red is a cardinal, an apple, and Ms. Olson's chairs.
Red is the taste of Skittles.
Red smells like fire and salsa.
Red makes me feel embarrassed.
Red is the sound of a fire truck and a robin.
Red is memorial stadium on Saturday, the Pizza Hut sign, and Target circles.
Red is getting a burn.
Red is a crayola crayon.
Red is the pepperoni on a pizza.
By,
Chucky Gubbles
Friday, November 6, 2015
Imaginary Friends
My favorite place
Was with my imaginary friends
It was in my living room
Where we played dolls together
We even ate sandwiches together.
One time my imaginary friend Vanessa wasn't eating her sandwich.
I told my mom," I think I'm going to eat Vanessa's sandwich for her."
My mom laughed
But I was like no mother I'm serious 💁🏽.
Then when I got a new baby sitter
I got a new imaginary friend.
Her name was Nicole
We played in her basement while the
Real Nicole watched me.
Me and imaginary Nicole talked through our minds while we played dolls
TJ
Thursday, November 5, 2015
Deb
My favorite place is probably very cliche
But I love it more than life
My favorite place is my bed
It is where I go to clear my head
I always know that I can count on my bed to be there
It never leaves me
My bed a,ways gives me such a warm welcome
And hates when I have to leave
Blankets and pillows everywhere
My bed is my favorite place
But I love it more than life
My favorite place is my bed
It is where I go to clear my head
I always know that I can count on my bed to be there
It never leaves me
My bed a,ways gives me such a warm welcome
And hates when I have to leave
Blankets and pillows everywhere
My bed is my favorite place
Tuesday, November 3, 2015
My Freedom
In my favorite place I can speak my mind
I can say whatever I want to say
Whenever I want too say it
And I can do this without being interrupted
In my favorite place things to to are limitless
It reminds me to be rational
Helps me keep a cool head
My favorite place brings out the best in me
And sometimes the worst
Here I can't yell or whisper
But that's okay
My place knows more about me then anyone else
So my favorite place is my mind
It's somewhere that will never change
I've never had a place to myself
Where I could just be alone
So naturally I resorted to the one thing I could truly be me
And have complete freedom
I can say whatever I want to say
Whenever I want too say it
And I can do this without being interrupted
In my favorite place things to to are limitless
It reminds me to be rational
Helps me keep a cool head
My favorite place brings out the best in me
And sometimes the worst
Here I can't yell or whisper
But that's okay
My place knows more about me then anyone else
So my favorite place is my mind
It's somewhere that will never change
I've never had a place to myself
Where I could just be alone
So naturally I resorted to the one thing I could truly be me
And have complete freedom
TO
Monday, November 2, 2015
My Favorite Place,
is not an extravagant place,
it is not somewhere that everyone knows.
I love the smell of the kitchen,
where love meets and laughter is shared.
The memories are always strong and never fade.
I love the existence of everyone there.
The atmosphere of farms and nature could melt your heart.
Prettier than a picture on a fall day.
Leaves blowing through the air,
as we sit on the porch waiting for the food to be eaten.
Smiles brighter than the sun,
there would be never ending subjects to discuss.
Pumpkins everywhere and spice sprayed continously.
Kids running constantly trying to not break anything.
Not breaking something rarely occurs.
Grandpa and Grandma worked for everything on that farm.
Machinery sitting outside waiting for the next day to be used.
Buildings and buns so faded-
seeming like they have witnessed every hardship too.
A clothesline stands there as a symbol of proudness my Grandparents share.
I reminisce on the memories of Great-Grandma's house being there,
seemed like yesterday it was removed.
How blessed am I to have her watching over me.
That old-rusted mailbox that used to be,
reminds me of the races we had, ending there,
or the time waited there for the mailman to give us a sucker.
That memorable rusty mailbox turned into a John Deere one.
The old pins that were once used for hogs,
will remind me of all the squeals heard.
The cows would line up at the fence waiting to be heard,
or just to be talked too.
Grandma and Grandpa's house will never be a faded memory.
-KB
is not an extravagant place,
it is not somewhere that everyone knows.
I love the smell of the kitchen,
where love meets and laughter is shared.
The memories are always strong and never fade.
I love the existence of everyone there.
The atmosphere of farms and nature could melt your heart.
Prettier than a picture on a fall day.
Leaves blowing through the air,
as we sit on the porch waiting for the food to be eaten.
Smiles brighter than the sun,
there would be never ending subjects to discuss.
Pumpkins everywhere and spice sprayed continously.
Kids running constantly trying to not break anything.
Not breaking something rarely occurs.
Grandpa and Grandma worked for everything on that farm.
Machinery sitting outside waiting for the next day to be used.
Buildings and buns so faded-
seeming like they have witnessed every hardship too.
A clothesline stands there as a symbol of proudness my Grandparents share.
I reminisce on the memories of Great-Grandma's house being there,
seemed like yesterday it was removed.
How blessed am I to have her watching over me.
That old-rusted mailbox that used to be,
reminds me of the races we had, ending there,
or the time waited there for the mailman to give us a sucker.
That memorable rusty mailbox turned into a John Deere one.
The old pins that were once used for hogs,
will remind me of all the squeals heard.
The cows would line up at the fence waiting to be heard,
or just to be talked too.
Grandma and Grandpa's house will never be a faded memory.
-KB
Wednesday, October 28, 2015
Nothing to Do
Whenever I feel I have nothing to do, I know I'm lying to myself
There is always something to do, it's just a matter of wanting to
Whether it's cleaning my room or working outside or just plain work
That's when I procrastinate and just put it off until later
When I was a kid it was very very different
Don't tell mom or dad you're bored, because they can easily "un-bored" you
So I'd color some pictures or play in the yard
I'd bother my brother until he would do something with me
We would play cards or games or make something up
Sometimes we'd go outside and Isaac would build something (I just handed tools)
But now it's not so simple, I keep myself busy in very different ways
When I'm tired I take a nap, or at least try anyway
Or I'll watch TV or Netflix, I'll find a show
Sometimes I think I'm "hungry" and stare at the fridge for a while
When there's nothing in there I move to the pantry
If there's still nothing, I lower my standards and repeat
If I'm alone I'll play music and kinda do a little jig
Or go outside and put the hoop up, I'll shoot some baskets
If for some reason I'm motivated I'll clean my room or mow or something productive
Sadly that's not normally the way I feel
But that is what I do, before and now
I become "un-bored"
There is always something to do, it's just a matter of wanting to
Whether it's cleaning my room or working outside or just plain work
That's when I procrastinate and just put it off until later
When I was a kid it was very very different
Don't tell mom or dad you're bored, because they can easily "un-bored" you
So I'd color some pictures or play in the yard
I'd bother my brother until he would do something with me
We would play cards or games or make something up
Sometimes we'd go outside and Isaac would build something (I just handed tools)
But now it's not so simple, I keep myself busy in very different ways
When I'm tired I take a nap, or at least try anyway
Or I'll watch TV or Netflix, I'll find a show
Sometimes I think I'm "hungry" and stare at the fridge for a while
When there's nothing in there I move to the pantry
If there's still nothing, I lower my standards and repeat
If I'm alone I'll play music and kinda do a little jig
Or go outside and put the hoop up, I'll shoot some baskets
If for some reason I'm motivated I'll clean my room or mow or something productive
Sadly that's not normally the way I feel
But that is what I do, before and now
I become "un-bored"
JS
my best friend from the beginning
My best friend is my grandma Ritterbush. Sitting there in the chair in the nursing home without her telling me all her stories from the past make me realize how much I miss her. She was one I could always telling my thoughts to and now that she has passed I just keep my bad thoughts to my self because I have no one to relieve them to. My grandma was my role model because she was always there to listen an to talk to she helped me through everything. She was the worlds strongest lady who fought through a lot to keep her three boys inline without a husband. This lady fought her toughest battle through COPD. When my grandpa lived at her apartment before the nursing home she would always find us something new to take home to remember her because she always thought she would be gone that next day. She always fought through it till just last year around March. When I got home from work one night I walked into my house with my dad walking up to me and crying because my grandma had passed away. I was crushed that I lost my best friend that day and that I would never have anyone to tell me all of her stories from the past, and what she thought of us grandchildren and how much we meant to her. From day one she will always be my best friend.
Mr
Thursday, October 22, 2015
Opposite Twins
I wake up bright and early, ready to go for the day
I’m not a morning person at all
I make a delicious breakfast consisting of eggs and a side of fruit
I grab a granola bar
I make my way to school, excited to see my friends
I dread school every day
When I walk inside, I smile at everyone and they return it
I walk in without being noticed
I spot my friends and we stand by our lockers and talk
I sit by myself and read a book
Jason walks by and winks at me, gosh he is so cute
No boy would ever date me
We have to present our essays in class today, I volunteer to go first
Speaking in front of the class gives me anxiety
At lunch, I sit with all of my friends and Jason
At lunch, I sit with some weirdos that I can’t even title as my friends
After school, I go to practice
I don’t play sports, so I go home
When I get home, I have dinner with my family and I tell them all about my day
I sit in my room and do my homework
I stay up late so I can talk to Jason on the phone, but I don’t mind
I fall asleep early, it’s the only thing I have to look forward to all day
KD
Tuesday, October 20, 2015
The Opposite of Me
The Opposite of Me
I wake up at six in the morning on the weekends,
Immediately I turn on punk rock as loud as it goes,
I'm so happy with life right now.
It's such a big mess.
So is my room.
I'm failing all my classes,
YES!
While running home from school I see a wounded bird,
I grab it and treat it as a medical patient when I get home.
Wouldn't it be awesome to live in Asia?
There's a wallet on the street,
I take all the money.
I don't even know my mom's middle name.
I don't know where she works, either.
Everyone describes my style as a hobo,
I can't stand people.
Never smiling is my favorite,
I hate dancing.
My favorite night doesn't consist of sports games,
Or going out with friends,
Or even attending sports events,
I like to sit in my closet.
I talk to my imaginary friends.
They tell me how to live to be happy.
I don't listen to anyone,
Except them.
B
I wake up at six in the morning on the weekends,
Immediately I turn on punk rock as loud as it goes,
I'm so happy with life right now.
It's such a big mess.
So is my room.
I'm failing all my classes,
YES!
While running home from school I see a wounded bird,
I grab it and treat it as a medical patient when I get home.
Wouldn't it be awesome to live in Asia?
There's a wallet on the street,
I take all the money.
I don't even know my mom's middle name.
I don't know where she works, either.
Everyone describes my style as a hobo,
I can't stand people.
Never smiling is my favorite,
I hate dancing.
My favorite night doesn't consist of sports games,
Or going out with friends,
Or even attending sports events,
I like to sit in my closet.
I talk to my imaginary friends.
They tell me how to live to be happy.
I don't listen to anyone,
Except them.
B
Friday, October 16, 2015
Bob
I wake up at 4 in the morning.
I start to study.
Then I make myself a gourmet healthy breakfast.
After I eat I I take a bath and listen to gospel music.
I put on my jeans and plaid sheet and head to school at 7.
I get to school and do some more studying.
Through school I listen intently and don't talk.
After school is over I go practice my chess skills.
I help my sister with her homework.
I get ready for bed at 7:30.
I put on my pj's and shut my phone off and am asleep by 8.
It's been a great day.
By: Dylan Gentrup
I wake up at 4 in the morning.
I start to study.
Then I make myself a gourmet healthy breakfast.
After I eat I I take a bath and listen to gospel music.
I put on my jeans and plaid sheet and head to school at 7.
I get to school and do some more studying.
Through school I listen intently and don't talk.
After school is over I go practice my chess skills.
I help my sister with her homework.
I get ready for bed at 7:30.
I put on my pj's and shut my phone off and am asleep by 8.
It's been a great day.
By: Dylan Gentrup
Should of said goodbye
As I'm sitting on our wooden swing petting my dog Buster, who thinks he is still small enough to sit in my lap. He gets up and starts barking at something off in the distance. I look up not expecting to see anything other than a cow, but only I see you. Kota, my first dog that I've loved. You come running up to me still as fast as ever, and golden fur shining in the sun. Once you get to me you jump into my arms wagging your tail and look at me with that devilish grin that you've always had. Buster for some reason isn't freaking out about you, he just sits there politely. Kota if you were still here I bet you two would have been the best of friends. I sit there scratching behind your ears like you've always loved and stare at you, it's been six years since I've seen you. I'm sorry I never told you goodbye, I thought once I came back home you would still be there. Do you know how guilty I felt, laughing and having fun with Hanna. While you were probably scared out of your mind. Dad said that we couldn't have a dog running into town all the time. You were just a puppy yet, you didn't know any better. So he said that he had to go put you down, but then you jumped out of the back of the pickup and ran away. The worst thing is thinking that you were coming back. That you just ran away for a bit, but would be back soon like usual. For the longest time I cried myself to sleep, and I would count the weeks that you were gone. It was week 11 when I finally lost count. It would feel wrong to laugh or enjoy myself when you were gone. I forgot joe long it had been, when I finally realized that you weren't coming back. For awhile I even let myself think that you were still alive and that another family found you and loved you as much as I did. I loved you so much that I would let you lick my face all over. Even though I knew mom would make me rinse my mouth out with hydrogen peroxide. I loved how crazy wild you were and how you knew the farm better than anyone of us. Running around with you and you would jump all over me cause that's how excited you got. Then I would be tired and lay down on the ground and you would lay next to me so calm and quiet, like you didn't even have a hyper bone in your body. Looking at you now I know you found peace, with the way your big brown eyes seem so content. I bury my face in your fur and this time, told you goodbye. You lick my face one last time, I know that's your way of telling me that you miss me too. You turn and walk away from me, but I said goodbye so it's going to be okay this time.
PK
Thursday, October 15, 2015
Two Sentence Horror Story
I woke up in the middle of the night and looked at my car out the window.
My car started up and began backing out of the driveway.
TJ
My car started up and began backing out of the driveway.
TJ
The days of smells
Oh how the days of wood on fire are gone
The days have perished without the smell of food
Without odors invading your nostrils you can sleep with ease
The smell of people sometimes reeked
The ability to smell fire helped me live
The smell of deodorants and sprays made my day
Smells of wildlife kept me on my toes
But the days without the smell of fresh air have put me to shame
By the J
The days have perished without the smell of food
Without odors invading your nostrils you can sleep with ease
The smell of people sometimes reeked
The ability to smell fire helped me live
The smell of deodorants and sprays made my day
Smells of wildlife kept me on my toes
But the days without the smell of fresh air have put me to shame
By the J
Wednesday, October 14, 2015
What are you doing?
When I have nothing to do
I follow my mom around
She usually tells me to "Go do something with myself"
I don't know what that means
Twitter is usually my second go to
100% of the time I eat peanut butter
Calling someone keeps my busy for about 9 minutes
I like to think of my perfect boyfriend in these times of distress
Reading a book will keep me busy
When I do all of these things, I am really just avoiding homework
E
Monday, October 12, 2015
Good or Bad?
I wake up in the morning, putting a smile on my face. It's time for the day. I live in this huge, dark mansion all alone. My family is gone. I killed them. Nobody liked them anyway. My life is swirling, nothing really goes planned. I just do it. Everyone morning I wake up, listening to my classical music. I put on my creepy, dark black clothes on and head out of Hades and off to town. It's five in the morning and some people are about to get up and go to work. This is when my job comes into handy.
As I'm walking along the sidewalk, I burn anything I don't like and wait for people. I saw a hurt cat, so I stabbed it and it died. I smiled and walked away. I love killing. Now, I'm ready. My job is now in process. People were out walking to their jobs. I slowly followed them and when they stopped, I stabbed them. They fell to the ground as my smile grew wider than ever. Blood everywhere. My favorite part is when they try yelling help, but nobody can hear them. I get paid for eating as I'm killing innocent people. How is that not the best job ever? Sometimes I like to kidnap the people and kill them slowly, but sometimes I just kill them right away because I'm too lazy to kidnap them. They scream and cry all the time and that's so annoying. Honestly, my life is great and I get so much money for doing the thing I love the most, killing.
KR
Boredom
I have nothing to do
N-o-t-h-i-n-g
Bored out of my mind
But really I have a lot to do
Clean the house
Do homework
Study for upcoming tests
Go for a run
Do something productive
Yet I still sit
On my phone
Watch tv
Honestly doing nothing important
My mind tells me to get up
But my body stays put
I have nothing to do
Even though there is a list of options
I choose the ones of least importance
So when I have nothing to do
I technically have a long list of other things
I don't do those though
Instead I sit on my bed
Or eat or sleep
Nothing good
Nothing to do
N-o-t-h-i-n-g
Bored out of my mind
But really I have a lot to do
Clean the house
Do homework
Study for upcoming tests
Go for a run
Do something productive
Yet I still sit
On my phone
Watch tv
Honestly doing nothing important
My mind tells me to get up
But my body stays put
I have nothing to do
Even though there is a list of options
I choose the ones of least importance
So when I have nothing to do
I technically have a long list of other things
I don't do those though
Instead I sit on my bed
Or eat or sleep
Nothing good
Nothing to do
TO
Wednesday, October 7, 2015
Just a reminder...
Hey just saying hi and have a good day!
Wake me up when you get home.
So you know, Quinn's sleeping in your bed.
Tell me where you're at.
Order a pizza for supper.
Avalanche ran away try to go and find him please.
Dad's golfing all day tomorrow.
Wake me up when you get home.
So you know, Quinn's sleeping in your bed.
Tell me where you're at.
Order a pizza for supper.
Avalanche ran away try to go and find him please.
Dad's golfing all day tomorrow.
JS
Tuesday, October 6, 2015
Christmas Day
It's December 25 and I wake up to my sister shaking me because I can't hear her yelling "sis!"
After I wake up its complete silence
I don't hear my mom telling me to hurry that we are going to be late for church.
I see people's lips moving but I can't hear what they are singing
When the choir is singing Joy to the world, the sound of not hearing the piano upsets me.
At my grandmas I see everyone but hear nothing.
I see all the babies running around but don't hear the normal screaming.
Not hearing the laughter of my family made worse.
I was confused why everyone was dancing and singing because I didn't hear the music. The yelling sometimes gets out of control I don't regret that at all.
The amount of people that say Merry Christmas, that's don't regret at all so I can't even reply.
MR
Fall Gold
It's a new year, with new authors contributing beautiful thoughts and fantastic work to Write On. Creative Writing students have been hard at work on writing articles in preparation for their time in the spotlight for a big newspaper; the fall season has also brought class members inspiration seen in daily journals, as well as poems. Sadly, this season always seems to go so fast! Robert Frost said it best:
Nature's first green is gold,
her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
but only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief.
So dawn goes down to day,
Nothing gold can stay.
Nothing gold can stay....the leaves will turn and fall as winter marches steadily closer. Do what you must to enjoy this October--open a window, carve a pumpkin, grab a cup of coffee or hot cocoa, bundle up in a sweater and favorite scarf, find that special place to take in the beauty around you...and better yet, write! Enjoy nature's hardest hue to hold.
-Ms. O
Monday, October 5, 2015
Long lost taste
How am I going to taste the chocolatey goodness of cosmic brownies?
Will Strawberry Kiwi Snapple still be my favorite?
Garlic mashed potatoes shouldn't even be called garlic, what's the point?
I would never know if my breath is slowly killing people off,
Wouldn't be able to taste the freshness after brushing my teeth.
People could poison my drinks, I would never know.
Getting overdosed on drugs or alcohol,
Not knowing til the effects hit me.
I won't be able to have a favorite food, there's no way to pick.
How will I know what to order at a restaurant?
On the bright side, I can always eat healthy.
I won't have stupid cravings for weird things.
I can buy the cheapest food in the store.
I will be rich and fit.
Will Strawberry Kiwi Snapple still be my favorite?
Garlic mashed potatoes shouldn't even be called garlic, what's the point?
I would never know if my breath is slowly killing people off,
Wouldn't be able to taste the freshness after brushing my teeth.
People could poison my drinks, I would never know.
Getting overdosed on drugs or alcohol,
Not knowing til the effects hit me.
I won't be able to have a favorite food, there's no way to pick.
How will I know what to order at a restaurant?
On the bright side, I can always eat healthy.
I won't have stupid cravings for weird things.
I can buy the cheapest food in the store.
I will be rich and fit.
B
Tuesday, September 29, 2015
A Spade's a Spade
Yesterday my name was Peachy: as my grandparents call me.
I sometimes get called mam or young lady as I rush to help elderly with their needs.
Secretly I know my name is Rainbow- because I know I'm a colorful ball of fire just wanting to explore everything.
To my past, my name is something mean; but I can say the same to them.
In my dream my name was Rikki- my favorite name of all time.
I enjoy being called "beautiful" from my mom-
knowing she's my hero and I look up to everything about her.
Dad calls me Peach, as he reminds me how much joy I bring into his life.
Whoever they may be or what they call me- if it's something that makes me smile, we shall call a spade, a spade.
KB
I sometimes get called mam or young lady as I rush to help elderly with their needs.
Secretly I know my name is Rainbow- because I know I'm a colorful ball of fire just wanting to explore everything.
To my past, my name is something mean; but I can say the same to them.
In my dream my name was Rikki- my favorite name of all time.
I enjoy being called "beautiful" from my mom-
knowing she's my hero and I look up to everything about her.
Dad calls me Peach, as he reminds me how much joy I bring into his life.
Whoever they may be or what they call me- if it's something that makes me smile, we shall call a spade, a spade.
KB
This poem stinks
Just walked in the door after practice, ready to smell what I was eatingBut when I opened the door there was nothing
I walked around the corner and food was made
I walked up and tried to smell it but there was nothing... Nothing
I tried to smell something nasty so I went to the garbage
Still nothing, but I was okay with not being able to catch a whiff of that
I didn't know what to do
Without my smell, I won't be able to smell the fresh air and fresh baked food
So I looked at the positives, like not being able to smell our football practice gear
That's a big plus!
Chucky Gubbles
I walked around the corner and food was made
I walked up and tried to smell it but there was nothing... Nothing
I tried to smell something nasty so I went to the garbage
Still nothing, but I was okay with not being able to catch a whiff of that
I didn't know what to do
Without my smell, I won't be able to smell the fresh air and fresh baked food
So I looked at the positives, like not being able to smell our football practice gear
That's a big plus!
Chucky Gubbles
Smell that?
As I walk down the board walk
I see the bright-blue ocean waves
Accented by the hot, white sand
To the smell of sunscreen and lemonade?
Hungry, I walk into the nearest restaurant
Why can't I stroll past the bar and get a nasty whiff of booze mixed with cigarette smoke?
When my food arrives, I can't sniff the mouth-watering smell of my bacon cheeseburger and fries.
Without this sense that I take for granted, I would be lost.
KD
I see the bright-blue ocean waves
Accented by the hot, white sand
But something is missing.
What happened to the scent of salty air?To the smell of sunscreen and lemonade?
Hungry, I walk into the nearest restaurant
But something is missing
Where is the aroma of steak and seafood of all kinds?Why can't I stroll past the bar and get a nasty whiff of booze mixed with cigarette smoke?
When my food arrives, I can't sniff the mouth-watering smell of my bacon cheeseburger and fries.
Without this sense that I take for granted, I would be lost.
KD
Friday, September 25, 2015
Horror Story
I woke up in the middle of the night. I was alone in my house, I soon realized. My mom, dad, sisters, gone. I checked everywhere. I ran outside looking for them. My dogs Sally and Spot weren't there to greet me either. Maybe they are just sleeping, I thought. I called," Sally! Spot! Come here girls!" But they never came. I went to the duck pen. Juan, Ferdinand, and Jamal weren't there either. They have never escaped, I thought. I soon realized something was seriously wrong. Just then, I heard someone screaming at the top of their lungs. It seemed like it was coming from behind the rows of trees by the machine shed. So I ran to the house and got a weapon. Where was I going to shoot whatever it was? Do I aim for a vital organ? Or something like an arm or whatnot? No time now, I had to go.
I burst out of the house and realized there was a mesh in front of me. I could get around it, but it went to the sky. I slowly crept around it. I ran towards the forest of trees. When I got there I realized, another mesh was placed in front of me. It wasn't there before. "PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!" screams kept coming from the trees. At this point I knew there was something terribly wrong. There was no time to mess around, thinking about why there were meshes. I turned and looked back to the house and said goodbye to it. This might be the last time I see it,I thought. I heard screams again. I turned back to face the forest. But I ran into something hard. It knocked me down. I looked at my leg. My femur was sticking out of my skin. There was no way I was going to get help now. Then a cloth was placed on my face. I was instantly placed at rest.
I woke up in the middle of the night. I looked at my leg. It looked completely healed. But then I realized, it wasn't my leg. This leg had a tattoo of a heart on its ankle. I did not have a tattoo at all. I changed pants and realized I had a scar that went around the circumference of my thigh. Like someone chopped my leg off and put a new one on. I went downstairs to realize, no one was in the house again. I opened the door, and heard screams again. I ran outside without a weapon. That saved some time. The mesh was moved closer. I ran around it and yelled," I'm coming for you!" To whatever was out there. Then I hit something and fell unconscious by the cloth that was again draped over my face.
I woke up in the middle of the night. Nothing new was on me. So I ran downstairs. There was no one to be seen after I checked all the rooms. So I went outside and I walked two steps and there was the mesh. All the way around the door. There was no way around it. "Ahhhh please don't kill me!" kept being screamed from the trees as I tried to see through the mesh. I ran back into the house, and collapsed.
I woke up to see a person in a welding mask. There were tools to my right that looked like welding tools with saws and laser cutters. I was tied down with zip ties. I looked up and saw a blinding light above me. I looked away and looked at the person. I tried to talk but my mouth was glued shut. The person looked at me and picked up a laser/saw looking thing. He turned it on. I squirmed around and tried to cry out with fear even though I knew no one would hear me. Then it hit me.
TJ
Thursday, September 24, 2015
The Down Pour
The bright day suddenly comes to a halt.
The sweet smelling scent of precipitation is in the air.
The clouds form a mass of grayness, taking over the sapphire sky.
Slowly in perfect tear drop form,
The rain comes down lightly.
As the slow sleek rain steadily grows stronger
The mass of people lessen.
But not me, I stay where I am,
Letting cool rain run down my face, Just like tears would.
As I patiently stand still, waiting,
For the boom of the thunder and crack of the lighting
That make my insides churn with excitement.
Then the beating of your own heart,
Keeps in time with the rain hitting the roof of the buildings,
Making it sound like your own song.
Sadly the weight of the rain lightens up against your smooth skin.
You see the clouds rolling away.
Your wet clothes sticking to you slightly.
A sad smile makes its way to your face.
Because you won't know when you will do this again
But know that you still have a chance.
PK
The sweet smelling scent of precipitation is in the air.
The clouds form a mass of grayness, taking over the sapphire sky.
Slowly in perfect tear drop form,
The rain comes down lightly.
As the slow sleek rain steadily grows stronger
The mass of people lessen.
But not me, I stay where I am,
Letting cool rain run down my face, Just like tears would.
As I patiently stand still, waiting,
For the boom of the thunder and crack of the lighting
That make my insides churn with excitement.
Then the beating of your own heart,
Keeps in time with the rain hitting the roof of the buildings,
Making it sound like your own song.
Sadly the weight of the rain lightens up against your smooth skin.
You see the clouds rolling away.
Your wet clothes sticking to you slightly.
A sad smile makes its way to your face.
Because you won't know when you will do this again
But know that you still have a chance.
PK
Wednesday, September 23, 2015
The cheesy goodness
Cheese pizza is steaming eruption white lava through spicy tomato sea
Smells delicious
The taste unforgettable flavor
Hot and fry your tongue
Sight of steam rising of the melted cheese made my mouth water
Hear the sizzle of the cheese popping
pizza får mig att tänka anythings möjliga
Quiet color of white
A smell of burnt
Don't over cook it
The feel of crisp crunchy bread
It smells hogshaw
Looks gooey
Pizza erupting in my mouth
By The J
Smells delicious
The taste unforgettable flavor
Hot and fry your tongue
Sight of steam rising of the melted cheese made my mouth water
Hear the sizzle of the cheese popping
pizza får mig att tänka anythings möjliga
Quiet color of white
A smell of burnt
Don't over cook it
The feel of crisp crunchy bread
It smells hogshaw
Looks gooey
Pizza erupting in my mouth
By The J
My hands
Scarred and soft
My hands do everything
I do not work them hard
They only put food in my mouth
I love my hands
Without them I wouldn't be able to do anything
E
My hands do everything
I do not work them hard
They only put food in my mouth
I love my hands
Without them I wouldn't be able to do anything
E
Sunflower
Inside I'm a sunflower
Yearning for the day to bloom,
To its full potential
Into something bigger and better,
To be more then what meets the eye
Each time my day gets rained on
I grow from it,
I get a little closer to my goal
So rain all you want
One day, I will reach the stars
TO
Yearning for the day to bloom,
To its full potential
Into something bigger and better,
To be more then what meets the eye
Each time my day gets rained on
I grow from it,
I get a little closer to my goal
So rain all you want
One day, I will reach the stars
TO
Tuesday, September 22, 2015
The Drink of Life
Chocolate milk is the drink I'd choose,
It can cure sadness and the very worst blues;
When I taste it, it brings me delight,
It warms my heart when I catch sight.
This delicious liquid is a lovely brown,
And can cheer anyone up who is feeling down;
Hiland is best there is no close second,
Trumoo is so gross it's used as a weapon.
Chocolate milk is one thing I crave,
A drink any man should try to save;
The drink is superb, there's no doubt about it,
Whenever it's offered, I become forced to commit.
I drink it at school during lunch,
Not breakfast, or dinner, or even brunch;
I don't get it on weekends it's sad to say,
But when Dylan has some, it brightens my day.
JS
It can cure sadness and the very worst blues;
When I taste it, it brings me delight,
It warms my heart when I catch sight.
This delicious liquid is a lovely brown,
And can cheer anyone up who is feeling down;
Hiland is best there is no close second,
Trumoo is so gross it's used as a weapon.
Chocolate milk is one thing I crave,
A drink any man should try to save;
The drink is superb, there's no doubt about it,
Whenever it's offered, I become forced to commit.
I drink it at school during lunch,
Not breakfast, or dinner, or even brunch;
I don't get it on weekends it's sad to say,
But when Dylan has some, it brightens my day.
JS
Monday, September 21, 2015
I can remember....
I remember the day I found out my grandpa has ALS.
My parents weren't the first people to tell me my cousins were.
I wasn't quite sure what it was so I looked it up.
I spent hours upon hours researching it.
When I found out that's what it was, I was heartbroken.
Also that there was no cure was even the worse because eventually I won't get to see his smile everyday.
Accepting was the hardest thing because it wasn't fair and he didn't deserve it.
But still today some of my family don't accept it.
I accept and believe in him and tell him to be grateful that we still have time.
The time isn't gonna last forever but we will make it last.
See his smile everyday makes my day 10 times better.
The way that I see him now suffering that he can't walk any more or struggling swallowing breaks my heart.
The way that he sits in his 7hr doctors appointments and cries.
No body understands the way he feels when he sits there or even when he wakes up an says the only thing that keeps him going is my grandma an our family.
He doesn't wanna leave us which is the hardest thing for me to take in because when I hear that my heart drops and I start crying.
He will always have a special spot in my heart that no one can change.
So from this day on we just have to believe, stay strong, and pray.
MR
Friday, September 18, 2015
Friday, September 11, 2015
Unusual
One sunny day I noticed something across the street.
There was a nice big brick house, but in front was something I didn't expect to see.
A man, with huge hippy pants, a headband, glasses, and long stringy hair was gardening around his mailbox.
There was a nice big brick house, but in front was something I didn't expect to see.
A man, with huge hippy pants, a headband, glasses, and long stringy hair was gardening around his mailbox.
B
I remember when I used to have a dog and its name was Ally.
It used to always jump on me and knock me over when I came out to pet it.
It always cheered me up to go see him.
I remember always playing football in Henry's backyard on Nebraska game days.
It would get really intense and fun.
We would always end up watching the end of the husker game after our game.
I remember jump roping a lot.
I got pretty good at it.
One time though I joked on a mint while jumping and stopped jump roping after that.
I remember playing NBA Jam against Derek all the time.
He would wake me up early before school to play.
When we were young we played it to stay up and catch Santa putting our presents out.
I remember Derek trying to teach me how to ride my bike.
I always crashed into the garage door.
But I eventually learned to ride it.
It used to always jump on me and knock me over when I came out to pet it.
It always cheered me up to go see him.
I remember always playing football in Henry's backyard on Nebraska game days.
It would get really intense and fun.
We would always end up watching the end of the husker game after our game.
I remember jump roping a lot.
I got pretty good at it.
One time though I joked on a mint while jumping and stopped jump roping after that.
I remember playing NBA Jam against Derek all the time.
He would wake me up early before school to play.
When we were young we played it to stay up and catch Santa putting our presents out.
I remember Derek trying to teach me how to ride my bike.
I always crashed into the garage door.
But I eventually learned to ride it.
By Chucky Gupples
Thursday, September 10, 2015
His story
Her eyes were more colorful than a rainbow
His eyes felt the clouds
Rain is dry! They declared together
Noah floats away in agony
PK watches in sorrow as Noah leaves as the two look on with out him
One simply does not huster at somebody's tragic story
No, carpe noctem
I know one day his tears will not be out of pity but joy
Do you think that I am going to leave this bug here to die?
Although that may be best for him
If you hear a scream do you listen?
Stephanie from Manhattan did
But only so she could here the paper whisper
Along the blue walls hope still exists
He thought the wool carpet hurt, but looking at those two hurt worse than the wool, even smelling chlorine, tasting acid or hearing a thousand women scream in his ear was worse.
Sinking in quick sand would have been safer for him
Leave what is done back in the krahid
This can be our friendship song
So no, I will not leave this bug here to die on the cold ruthless ground. I will pick him up, we shall fly away together not looking back at the two behind us.
PK
Little kids
I remember dancing to Britney Spears with my sister
We would shake and shake until we collapsed.
I remember always being at the bottom of the pyramid whenever my cousin, sister, and I would pretend to be cheerleaders.
I remember walking home with my mom from preschool
She was and still is my favorite person in the whole world
I remember having my first boyfriend
He was so cute and we were totally going to get married
I remember being a little kid and never wanting to grow up.
E
We would shake and shake until we collapsed.
I remember always being at the bottom of the pyramid whenever my cousin, sister, and I would pretend to be cheerleaders.
I remember walking home with my mom from preschool
She was and still is my favorite person in the whole world
I remember having my first boyfriend
He was so cute and we were totally going to get married
I remember being a little kid and never wanting to grow up.
E
I Remember...
I remember going to my great grandmas home every day.
It smelled like food all the time.
I remember riding a toy tractor at my grandmas house.
It had to have been as old as her.
I remember not having to wear shoes in the preschool classroom.
That had to have been the coldest floor.
I remember walking around "finding treasures" with my grandma's dog, Sheba, at her house.
That dog was as loud as a baby.
I remember riding in the combine with grandpa when I was very little.
His combine now is probably twice as big.
I remember riding in my grandma's truck with Justin and I in car seats.
They smelled terrible.
I remember getting sticky old pocket candy from grandpa Beierman all of the time.
It had so much lint on it.
I remember watching my dad walk in the second grade room as he announced Taylor's birth.
I had to have been happier than a kid on Christmas.
I remember all the laughs and tears that Justin and I have shared since birth.
I know he will forever be my favorite boy, besides my dad of course.
-KAB
It smelled like food all the time.
I remember riding a toy tractor at my grandmas house.
It had to have been as old as her.
I remember not having to wear shoes in the preschool classroom.
That had to have been the coldest floor.
I remember walking around "finding treasures" with my grandma's dog, Sheba, at her house.
That dog was as loud as a baby.
I remember riding in the combine with grandpa when I was very little.
His combine now is probably twice as big.
I remember riding in my grandma's truck with Justin and I in car seats.
They smelled terrible.
I remember getting sticky old pocket candy from grandpa Beierman all of the time.
It had so much lint on it.
I remember watching my dad walk in the second grade room as he announced Taylor's birth.
I had to have been happier than a kid on Christmas.
I remember all the laughs and tears that Justin and I have shared since birth.
I know he will forever be my favorite boy, besides my dad of course.
-KAB
Christmas Break
I remember...
Late nights watching Christmas movies as a family
While wearing fuzzy pajamas
I remember...
Helping Jake make his first snowman,
Mom helping us put our snow gear on,
And making us hot chocolate to help us warm up when we came back inside
I remember...
Helping dad shovel snow and
Mom making us a big dinner when we were finished
I remember...
Dad watching football
While I played Mario kart on the Wii with all 3 of my siblings
I remember...
Having no school
And spending time with my family all day
KD
Late nights watching Christmas movies as a family
While wearing fuzzy pajamas
I remember...
Helping Jake make his first snowman,
Mom helping us put our snow gear on,
And making us hot chocolate to help us warm up when we came back inside
I remember...
Helping dad shovel snow and
Mom making us a big dinner when we were finished
I remember...
Dad watching football
While I played Mario kart on the Wii with all 3 of my siblings
I remember...
Having no school
And spending time with my family all day
KD
Thursday, September 3, 2015
20 things
Time is a thief
One morning, she shot an elephant in her pajamas.
Blue desk, the ripe smelling peach, the rough paper corners, the high pitch noise, the sour lemon.
Sun is silent
Tyanne Alberta
One morning, she shot a turtle in her pajamas.
One morning, a turtle shot a girl in pajamas.
Tatar
Drinking fresh water will make you well.
Tyanne meat thermometer, thermometer meet Tyanne.
The blue desk of anger
She used a pen to stab the wall to hang up her masters degree certificate.
She teleported to China.
Ty is hungry for pizza.
She will teleport to the North Pole soon.
The triumphant peasant
Wooden steal
cinco por cinco
The cat told me how her day went
She endangered a spices by killing the elephant.
TJ
One morning, she shot an elephant in her pajamas.
Blue desk, the ripe smelling peach, the rough paper corners, the high pitch noise, the sour lemon.
Sun is silent
Tyanne Alberta
One morning, she shot a turtle in her pajamas.
One morning, a turtle shot a girl in pajamas.
Tatar
Drinking fresh water will make you well.
Tyanne meat thermometer, thermometer meet Tyanne.
The blue desk of anger
She used a pen to stab the wall to hang up her masters degree certificate.
She teleported to China.
Ty is hungry for pizza.
She will teleport to the North Pole soon.
The triumphant peasant
Wooden steal
cinco por cinco
The cat told me how her day went
She endangered a spices by killing the elephant.
TJ
Monday, August 31, 2015
The Whale
There once was a very nice whale
And he helped deliver the mail
Some other guy came
He lost all his fame
He now has to find a new trail.
to
And he helped deliver the mail
Some other guy came
He lost all his fame
He now has to find a new trail.
to
Thursday, August 27, 2015
Wednesday, August 26, 2015
My Life in Notes
Good luck today!
Have fun at your first last day of high school!
Unload the dish washer.
Don't eat the cupcakes in the microwave
...they are your moms.
Have a great day at work
Call me please
Study for vocabulary quiz for Friday.
Have fun at your first last day of high school!
Unload the dish washer.
Don't eat the cupcakes in the microwave
...they are your moms.
Have a great day at work
Call me please
Study for vocabulary quiz for Friday.
MR
Monday, August 24, 2015
We're Back
As we attempt to get into the swing of things,
And get up and move whenever the bell rings.
We moan and groan and complain as such,
Sometimes it all seems like just too much.
But there's something we all need to remember,
It's not an equation or some simple number.
We may not like to come to school and learn,
And for me, it's not always the main concern.
I come for the people, my classmates and friends,
Not for the pencil and paper, or even the pens.
My friends are why I like to come to school,
Because they're fun and exciting, pretty cool.
So as we go back to the same old schedule,
Remember, being with your friends is pretty special.
-JS
And get up and move whenever the bell rings.
We moan and groan and complain as such,
Sometimes it all seems like just too much.
But there's something we all need to remember,
It's not an equation or some simple number.
We may not like to come to school and learn,
And for me, it's not always the main concern.
I come for the people, my classmates and friends,
Not for the pencil and paper, or even the pens.
My friends are why I like to come to school,
Because they're fun and exciting, pretty cool.
So as we go back to the same old schedule,
Remember, being with your friends is pretty special.
-JS
Friday, May 15, 2015
Summer
School is almost done
Soon all the students will be gone
Teachers will plan next year
Summer is here
Kids run and play
I only have one thing to say
I'll see you all next year!
I'd like to say thank you to all the creative writing students for being good listeners and also Miss Olson for teaching this class. I hope that next year's students take this class, as I know I loved it! Also, thank you Mrs. Blocher for the times you came to visit. I know I'll miss this class and this group of students.
Soon all the students will be gone
Teachers will plan next year
Summer is here
Kids run and play
I only have one thing to say
I'll see you all next year!
I'd like to say thank you to all the creative writing students for being good listeners and also Miss Olson for teaching this class. I hope that next year's students take this class, as I know I loved it! Also, thank you Mrs. Blocher for the times you came to visit. I know I'll miss this class and this group of students.
Wednesday, May 13, 2015
Excitedly tired
I'm so excited
I'm so tired
Heading outside
Staying in
Hungry.
Tired
Happy.
Tired
Running around
Tired
Everything is exciting. Everything is tiring
Climbing a tree
Climbing into bed
Exploring the woods
Exploring my dreams
Watch the sunset
Sleep through the sun rise
Waking for breakfast
Waking for lunch
Head back outside
Stay inside
Excited. Tired
I'm so tired
Heading outside
Staying in
Hungry.
Tired
Happy.
Tired
Running around
Tired
Everything is exciting. Everything is tiring
Climbing a tree
Climbing into bed
Exploring the woods
Exploring my dreams
Watch the sunset
Sleep through the sun rise
Waking for breakfast
Waking for lunch
Head back outside
Stay inside
Excited. Tired
Tuesday, May 12, 2015
From the Moon & Sun
I saw her there
I saw him there
Beyond the land
And the sea
Her fiery light
His mysterious glow
We are opposites We are opposites
Her and I
Him and I
But I still have hope But I still have hope
Someday
Soon
Our paths will cross
And for one moment
One earth-shattering moment
My shadow
And my Rays
Will collide Will collide
But then
But then
We'll be torn apart We'll be torn apart
It's a forbidden love
It was never meant to be
A.H.
I saw him there
Beyond the land
And the sea
Her fiery light
His mysterious glow
We are opposites We are opposites
Her and I
Him and I
But I still have hope But I still have hope
Someday
Soon
Our paths will cross
And for one moment
One earth-shattering moment
My shadow
And my Rays
Will collide Will collide
But then
But then
We'll be torn apart We'll be torn apart
It's a forbidden love
It was never meant to be
A.H.
Without
Without her I'm lost.
without her I'm lost
Without him I'm nothing.
Don't remember the beginning. Don't remember the beginning.
But I know she is true to me.
And I know he will not hurt me.
Sparks fly with her soft touch.
Stars explode with his loving caresses.
How can we stop?
How can I love another? How can I love another?
She loves me like a ruby.
He cares for me like a diamond.
Will it be? Will it be?
Can it be? Can it be?
Shall it be? Shall it be?
With her angelic voice.
And his melodic tone.
We are one. We are one.
Is it possible for our love to fail? Is it possible for our love to fail?
She completes me.
As does he to me.
Baby don't leave? Sweetheart I will never go.
CK
without her I'm lost
Without him I'm nothing.
Don't remember the beginning. Don't remember the beginning.
But I know she is true to me.
And I know he will not hurt me.
Sparks fly with her soft touch.
Stars explode with his loving caresses.
How can we stop?
How can I love another? How can I love another?
She loves me like a ruby.
He cares for me like a diamond.
Will it be? Will it be?
Can it be? Can it be?
Shall it be? Shall it be?
With her angelic voice.
And his melodic tone.
We are one. We are one.
Is it possible for our love to fail? Is it possible for our love to fail?
She completes me.
As does he to me.
Baby don't leave? Sweetheart I will never go.
CK
Thursday, May 7, 2015
Wednesday, May 6, 2015
Tuesday, May 5, 2015
20 below article
Imagine you are sitting in the Devaney Center at the state basketball tournament. You're watching two teams play. One of the schools you've never even heard of before. Every year there is a team that attends a speech meet or is on the state tournament bracket that raises some eyebrows, making people question where they fall on the map. In most cases, these unfamiliar school names are a result of a school consolidation. More and more schools are consolidating each year. Thirteen years ago, Albion and Petersburg, the towns in which I live smack dab in between, decided to follow.
In 2001, the towns of Petersburg and Albion consolidated to become Boone Central. Ten years later, a one-year contract combined the junior high sports teams of Boone Central and Newman Grove. This test trial went well, leading to the high school athletic teams of the two schools co-oping in the following 2012 school year.
Boone Central's merge has, for the most part, ended smoothly. Probably a major cause of this is the fact that the newly merged Cardinals won the state football title in their first season together.
Sports are not the only positive, though. If you talk to the average student, they might say that their middle school days were miserable. But if you talk to a Boone Central student, they'll smile and reminisce on racing up the stairs, playing soccer at the field, or riding the bus. Why do our students get a stress-free middle school experience? Maybe it's because they're distanced 13 miles away from the high schoolers in Albion. If the junior high was constantly interacting with the high school, they would feel pressured to be like them. A junior girl stated, "In the most awkward stage of our lives, we got to be separated. I didn't want to go to high school, I loved middle school so much."
However, like all mergers, there are some cons. The students from Petersburg have a longer distance to travel. Buses don't run to each individual house. The biggest adjustment of all is that no town wants to lose their school. Both schools also had to reduce their staff at the time of the merger. As a result, some teachers were RIFed.
As for Newman Grove, we are only with them for sports. Most people would say that it's gone well. But others say there's been some issues. "There is drama created by both of our schools," says one sophomore. Many people are indifferent to the matter since our schools aren't consolidated. One Newman Grove junior replied "I honestly don't care. I don't think we'll combine schools any time soon." Most athletes would agree, though, that they enjoy having Newman Grove with us.
Whatever drama there may be, it won't be noticed by a visitor. Adults and students alike from Albion, Petersburg, and Newman Grove get along just fine. "If we wouldn't have consolidated, I wouldn't have a lot of the friends that I have," noted one sophomore. That is so true. We've become a family here at Boone Central/Newman Grove.
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In 2001, the towns of Petersburg and Albion consolidated to become Boone Central. Ten years later, a one-year contract combined the junior high sports teams of Boone Central and Newman Grove. This test trial went well, leading to the high school athletic teams of the two schools co-oping in the following 2012 school year.
Boone Central's merge has, for the most part, ended smoothly. Probably a major cause of this is the fact that the newly merged Cardinals won the state football title in their first season together.
Sports are not the only positive, though. If you talk to the average student, they might say that their middle school days were miserable. But if you talk to a Boone Central student, they'll smile and reminisce on racing up the stairs, playing soccer at the field, or riding the bus. Why do our students get a stress-free middle school experience? Maybe it's because they're distanced 13 miles away from the high schoolers in Albion. If the junior high was constantly interacting with the high school, they would feel pressured to be like them. A junior girl stated, "In the most awkward stage of our lives, we got to be separated. I didn't want to go to high school, I loved middle school so much."
However, like all mergers, there are some cons. The students from Petersburg have a longer distance to travel. Buses don't run to each individual house. The biggest adjustment of all is that no town wants to lose their school. Both schools also had to reduce their staff at the time of the merger. As a result, some teachers were RIFed.
As for Newman Grove, we are only with them for sports. Most people would say that it's gone well. But others say there's been some issues. "There is drama created by both of our schools," says one sophomore. Many people are indifferent to the matter since our schools aren't consolidated. One Newman Grove junior replied "I honestly don't care. I don't think we'll combine schools any time soon." Most athletes would agree, though, that they enjoy having Newman Grove with us.
Whatever drama there may be, it won't be noticed by a visitor. Adults and students alike from Albion, Petersburg, and Newman Grove get along just fine. "If we wouldn't have consolidated, I wouldn't have a lot of the friends that I have," noted one sophomore. That is so true. We've become a family here at Boone Central/Newman Grove.
Ha
Lose lose
It was just another Friday night. A night of helmets clashing, bright lights, loud cheers, and walking onto the field playing the game I admired the most. It was just another Friday night, until...
..."Take another drink of water!", my coach tells me as I run off the field panting, trying to catch my breath. Hectic cheers, high screams, and piercing whistles pour out all around me. Water-boys run toward me, handing me a big green bottle filled with ice cold water. The game had just started. I came out for a mere 2 seconds because of my oddly bent finger, but my replacement had already ran onto the field. "Good," I thought. "now I can get this jammed finger wrapped." As I'm sprinting over to get it taped, I heard whistles blow and then a dead silence. What could have possibly happened to calm down the roaring crowd? Then I realized, somebody was hurt. As every player on that field took a knee to the ground, hoping their teammate would soon get up, I could finally see who it was. It was my twin brother. "Maybe he's fine! He just sprained a muscle or something", I had hoped. But then after several minutes I realized, "No, it was Matt. He really is hurt." Thoughts run through my head as if the world had turned upside down. All these years of hard work and commitment, all put down to shame through one single play. I didn't know what to think. Do I think for the worst or try to stay optimistic? After several plays, my mind couldn't concentrate on football. All I was thinking about was Matt. I tried many times to run over to see how he was doing, but I needed to be in. I finally made my decision to think for the worst as I watched my brother get carried off the field on a stretcher, and rushed to the hospital.
ES
..."Take another drink of water!", my coach tells me as I run off the field panting, trying to catch my breath. Hectic cheers, high screams, and piercing whistles pour out all around me. Water-boys run toward me, handing me a big green bottle filled with ice cold water. The game had just started. I came out for a mere 2 seconds because of my oddly bent finger, but my replacement had already ran onto the field. "Good," I thought. "now I can get this jammed finger wrapped." As I'm sprinting over to get it taped, I heard whistles blow and then a dead silence. What could have possibly happened to calm down the roaring crowd? Then I realized, somebody was hurt. As every player on that field took a knee to the ground, hoping their teammate would soon get up, I could finally see who it was. It was my twin brother. "Maybe he's fine! He just sprained a muscle or something", I had hoped. But then after several minutes I realized, "No, it was Matt. He really is hurt." Thoughts run through my head as if the world had turned upside down. All these years of hard work and commitment, all put down to shame through one single play. I didn't know what to think. Do I think for the worst or try to stay optimistic? After several plays, my mind couldn't concentrate on football. All I was thinking about was Matt. I tried many times to run over to see how he was doing, but I needed to be in. I finally made my decision to think for the worst as I watched my brother get carried off the field on a stretcher, and rushed to the hospital.
ES
Friday, May 1, 2015
Gliding Down the Aisle
A beautiful woman prepares for the rest of her life
Her husband-to-be's eyes sparkle with glee.
As she walks down the aisle to become a wife,
His heart thumps, she owns the key.
A tiny ring bearer walks next to the flower girl,
Family and friends from everywhere fill each pew.
The petals on the floor create a dreamy swirl,
The church is a big pot of wedding stew.
Heels make the bridesmaids weary
Her father walks with his baby,
And tissues are passed out to the teary.
The groom thinks maybe, just maybe
Something borrowed, something blue
Someday I'll glide down the aisle with my baby, too.
kz
Her husband-to-be's eyes sparkle with glee.
As she walks down the aisle to become a wife,
His heart thumps, she owns the key.
A tiny ring bearer walks next to the flower girl,
Family and friends from everywhere fill each pew.
The petals on the floor create a dreamy swirl,
The church is a big pot of wedding stew.
Heels make the bridesmaids weary
Her father walks with his baby,
And tissues are passed out to the teary.
The groom thinks maybe, just maybe
Something borrowed, something blue
Someday I'll glide down the aisle with my baby, too.
kz
A Green Day
A green day is working in the fields. A wagon hooked onto the tractor a Baylor or bail fork. It doesn't matter working in the fields. I love the feel of the accelerator riding against my thumb, the controls under my fingers and my left hand on the steering wheel. I love the small crackle that's in the radio and impossible to get rid of. The warm afternoon with the door open to let in the fresh air. Fields of corn, of wheat, of alfalfa, I love them all.
Mr. Dodge
Mr. Dodge
Middle School Bully
I remembered when they called her bad names. They said some pretty nasty things actually. I would go and sympathize with her and I would tell her all the things that made her special. Making the effort to try and convince her that what other people said didn't matter but I never once stood up to the people doing the crime. I wish I would have said something. I didn't know how she felt and so I guess it really didn't affect me as much. If some way I could reverse time I wouldn't let people talk to her the way that they did and maybe things would have been different.
Kell
Kell
Monday, April 27, 2015
These I Have Loved:
Freshly clipped fingernails,
Chugging a glass of milk after being in the blazing sun for too long,
Used shoes, just to the point where they squish in more than they're supposed to,
Rain, the thick guys, the ones that plop and splat on impact,
Songs that spark memories and motion pictures in my head,
Moonlight overflowing on the blackness,
The heat that hasn't yet scorched my skin,
Disney movies, no matter how old I am,
Softness, silk, plush,
White puffy clouds, low to the ground as if I could touch them,
Chili wrapped up in a hot dog filled bun,
That after shower smell,
The burning tightness of muscles after raising the bar,
A cold glide through a ripple on too hot of a day,
The little things on a green overgrown road.
Chugging a glass of milk after being in the blazing sun for too long,
Used shoes, just to the point where they squish in more than they're supposed to,
Rain, the thick guys, the ones that plop and splat on impact,
Songs that spark memories and motion pictures in my head,
Moonlight overflowing on the blackness,
The heat that hasn't yet scorched my skin,
Disney movies, no matter how old I am,
Softness, silk, plush,
White puffy clouds, low to the ground as if I could touch them,
Chili wrapped up in a hot dog filled bun,
That after shower smell,
The burning tightness of muscles after raising the bar,
A cold glide through a ripple on too hot of a day,
The little things on a green overgrown road.
JayZ
Friday, April 24, 2015
Rainy Days and Windowpanes
It was a day just like any other day. As the sun broke
through the horizon, Amelia groaned to the startling sounds of Michael Jackson
blaring from her radio. 6:00, time to
get up. Hugging her pillow, Amelia
strained to open her eyes, contemplating hitting the snooze button so she could
have 10 more minutes of her dream.
Staring at her ceiling, the last trails of having the power to fly
slipped away while a quiet creak of an open door escaped her. “Meeea?
You wake?” At the hushed whisper
she flipped on her side and grinned at her youngest brother’s scrunched funny
face peering over her mound of blankets.
Morning classes were a blur of facts, numbers,
and plenty of notes. In Psychology,
Amelia’s seat next to the window proved a distraction as raindrops hit the
pane. She grinned, thinking of her baby
brother sitting on the couch staring outside.
After what felt like an eternity, Amelia finally reached her free block,
a chance to go to the class of her choosing.
As always, she made her way to Creative Writing. The smell of coffee and
paint hit her as soon as she entered the door.
Vibrant color, books, pottery, and glass art encased the room. Here she truly felt alive! After waving to her teacher, she made her way
towards her work area where her friend Glenn sat at their shared desk. He was already working on a project centered around
the power of the written word—his desk was littered with newscasts, ads, and
protest signs. “Hi Glenn, looks great,”
she said as she dropped her book bag on the ground. After hearing his grunt of thanks, Amelia got
to work. Grabbing a laptop, she opened
up her latest project. Photoshop opened
to her waiting masterpiece as Todd’s predicted rain continued to fall. After grabbing a coffee she got to work on
the hue of the wheat fields in her self-portrait. Her brother would really like this one!
~Ms. O
“Come here, you,” she grunted while lifting 3 year old Todd up
and over into her warm cocoon of pillows.
“It’s going to wain today, Meeea” he said as she hugged his pajama-clad
body close to her. “Really?” she
yawned. “It looks sunny to me buddy,”
Amelia replied as rays of light danced across her wood floor. She felt her eyes close as his little fingers
ran through her long hair.
Slam. “AMELIA!” The shout of her mom ripped Amelia from
sleep—sitting up she glanced down to see her little brother waking up. “OH NO!” She cried, seeing 7:23 on the
clock. “Todd, wake up bud, I’m going to
be late!” Jumping out of bed, she
grabbed clothes off her floor, yanking on a clean shirt and hopping into jeans
while looking for her shoes. Todd
giggled and followed her down the stairs, where the rest of Amelia’s brothers
sat, finishing their breakfast at the table.
“Mom, I’m so sorry…I have to go.” Grabbing toast and a slice of bacon,
she kissed her brothers on the head, snatched her backpack, and ran out the
door.
The bus doors hissed shut as Amelia made her way back to the
last open seat. If she was lucky, the
driver would get her to the 8th Avenue stop in 20 minutes
today. She would have to run, but she
could make first block on time. Staring
out the window, she glanced at the loving families on the sidewalk brushing
shoulders with businessmen in suits on their phones making deals. As the bus rounded the corner, clouds crossed
the sun. “How does that little stinker
do it? Every time!” she thought, as
storm clouds approached the city.
~Ms. O
Thursday, April 23, 2015
Dark in the Light
America since the beginning has been a country founded on pure unadulterated bada**ery. From the men of Jamestown sailing to America, to the billionaire playboys in modern times, America has had so many bright shining ideals, but behind every shining light, is the dirty coal mine that supplies the electricity.
Every hero in American history has had a dark side. The settlers at Jamestown, warred with the native Americans that already lived in the area. The Revolutionary War heroes, every last one of them was committing treason to their country, and if the revolution were to fail, they all would have been tried and hanged for treason. The men who fought in both world wars witnessed things that no man should ever see. And America's golden boy John Wayne was an extreme racist who believed in white supremacy.
Not downplaying the magnitude of all of these people, but when looking back on history, remember that there is always bad inside the good.
T. A. Zwiebel
Every hero in American history has had a dark side. The settlers at Jamestown, warred with the native Americans that already lived in the area. The Revolutionary War heroes, every last one of them was committing treason to their country, and if the revolution were to fail, they all would have been tried and hanged for treason. The men who fought in both world wars witnessed things that no man should ever see. And America's golden boy John Wayne was an extreme racist who believed in white supremacy.
Not downplaying the magnitude of all of these people, but when looking back on history, remember that there is always bad inside the good.
T. A. Zwiebel
the dreams we make
to dream first you must sleep
to find diamonds you must dig deep
hidden in our imagination
our hopes just an exaggeration
distant places we never see
created by you and me
our secret places to hide
deep deep inside
but when we start to wake
thats when we make our mistake
because our dream goes away
leaving tiny sparks of hope to stay
by:TLB
to find diamonds you must dig deep
hidden in our imagination
our hopes just an exaggeration
distant places we never see
created by you and me
our secret places to hide
deep deep inside
but when we start to wake
thats when we make our mistake
because our dream goes away
leaving tiny sparks of hope to stay
by:TLB
My life
I am from boots,
From Tonka toys and hot wheels
I am from the A-frame, Simply, timeless, a time honored place
I am from the earth, the corn plant whose, sweet and dry.
I'm from the sets own meal, and endless stories
From Ted and Maxine and pollacks
I'm From corn on the cob and working men
From stand back to stay close
I'm from the Catholic roots and Sunday drives
I'm from an adoption,
From steak and eggs.
From the plow runners
The wrinkled foreheads
And a polka song
I'm from a sanoma pickup and chocolate chip cookies.
Mr. Dodge
From Tonka toys and hot wheels
I am from the A-frame, Simply, timeless, a time honored place
I am from the earth, the corn plant whose, sweet and dry.
I'm from the sets own meal, and endless stories
From Ted and Maxine and pollacks
I'm From corn on the cob and working men
From stand back to stay close
I'm from the Catholic roots and Sunday drives
I'm from an adoption,
From steak and eggs.
From the plow runners
The wrinkled foreheads
And a polka song
I'm from a sanoma pickup and chocolate chip cookies.
Mr. Dodge
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