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.
Friday, May 15, 2015
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
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