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Features from Last School Year
Living As a Birdie
By: Eleanor Koh, Former 6th Grader
Surrounded by nature, flying around
The little birdies squawking on the ground
Pecking the seeds is the little birdies
They go to Walmart and get some slurpees
Shelves, and aisle lay chips and doritos
Bored little birdies go to the meadows
They bounce on weeds, find bird seeds for themselves
The little birdies are troubled by elves
Brought to Santa, presented with pride
They ride Santa's sled and ride with a glide
Dropping into the little kids houses
Birdies flying into the big coaches
They fly back once again to lovely Maine
Living the birdie life over again
I Am From...
By: Sally Rozelle, Former 8th Grader, November 2021
I am from books, from bagels, and gluten-free birthday cake
I am from the hidden wooden house in the back by the water
From lilacs and roses and soapy wet sponges
I am from movies after dinner and naps after lunch
From Samantha, and Shanna, and Michaella
I am from always five minutes early or ten minutes late
From "I'm just around the corner" and "don't ever do that again"
From Shabbat candles and Christmas trees
From Columbus and Europe and waffles and pancakes
From the peas on your head and the glitter in your water
I am from small squares in a small notebook and picture frames on walls and the box in the attic under the shawls.
By: Uma Khare, Former 7th Grader, March 2022
Whoosh! Goes the wind that nearly doused my flames. But not enough power- I just grow stronger. I'm untouchable - unhurtable. The crowd cheers for me anytime I dodge a punch matric-style or land a blow. My opponent named "Whirlwind" is known for turning water in on itself. But me? I'm the G.O.A.T. Only I can beat me. My fires is so hot my fans wear sunglasses just to watch my quick, victorious fights. My foes can't sweep my embers or land a punch, how could I ever lose? Whirlwind sprints around as a vortex surrounds me, bringing me back to reality. I can't move. I can't breathe. No O2 for me, no fight left in me. My fans go silent and the other part of the crowd roars with their approval. Water spirits make waves and air spirits spin and twirl feet off the ground. My own fans join the celebration, "Traitors" I think bitterly before my light goes out and I'm warped out of the ring.
By: Daniela Julian, Former 8th Grader, February 2022
Drop, clink, spark
Halogens spread through the air
While arsenic can bring despair
Neon will light the way
And H2O will help you live yet another day