Students used school memories (both real and imagined) to craft this week’s poems.
Lesson Note: According to findings by the leading researcher on the power of writing and journaling for healing purposes, James Pennebaker, Ph.D., of the University of Texas at Austin, ‘…expressive writing occurs on multiple levels–cognitive, emotional, social, and biological–making a single explanatory theory unlikely. However, there is little doubt that writing has positive consequences,
Ms. Hooper, 6th Grade
The talk
By Callianne J.
It was the week before spring break
Me and my best friend walking through the gray
We stopped at the big stacked hay and my best friend
Sat on the dark brown log
Holiday
by
Eleanor K.
Around Christmas time
the music
blares from her room
We’re all tripping on each other
and the floor
trying to do the
grapevine
Ms. Garcia gets mad
when she realizes
we can’t dance
Distraught
by
Joaquin N.
In a hot spring
evening kids
Trapped in the
Ice cold room
Filled with boredom
while the teacher
figures out how
To put a movie on
And then all of a sudden
light beams onto the walls
I was blinded by the light
Kids confused but we
Still look a the light
And we see
A movie
the kids turn
quiet as we watch the movie
but within minutes we are
told “It’s time to get ready to get out of school”
kids in sadness, me in distraught.
Ms. Walsh, 6th Grade
The Game Of Capture The Flag
By: Catie Z.
As we all head out onto the field
our flag well hidden,
we plan our attack
We all charge forth
the calm turns to madness…
Both teams grab a flag
people are trampled, pushed and shoved
And bodies flail left to right
All to move the flag less than an inch.
Knock-Knock
by
Christopher V.
I was there sitting in class bored
So I decided to knock on my desk
Thinking It will not make me bored.
After a couple times of knocking
The teacher went up to the door
I was so nervous I was touching my face.
When she opened the door she said ¨Who was
knocking on their desk?¨
They all said ¨It was Christopher doing it.¨
After that day I never did it anymore.
BASKETBALL
by
Marion C.
Around winter
When it was basketball
Season we had a game
There was a basketball
We were waiting against a
red brownish
Brick wall sitting on chairs
Yelling
And dribbling the ball
Over to our half court we
made a shot
Our team yelling and shouting
of happiness
Celebrating that we won
Field trip
by
Mariana R.
There was snow on the ground
I grab my backpack then got on the bus
I saw trees with no leaves
Classmates talking, the teacher shushing
Snow
Trees
People
And roads i hold my backpack tight
¨we are getting off¨ the teacher says
The trip has just begun
Ms. Collins, 6th Grade
Grapefruit Tuesday
By: Watson C.
The tired
classroom
Everyone reading
Jackson comes back
we look
at the scents.
We decided to only put grapefruit.
We put the drops in
tap
tap
tap
We add ten drops.
We sit back down
Grapefruit Tuesday.
Untitled
by
Miles K.
Twas the Friday evening at waters school
We were getting our tests back i got the wrong one.
Dunk Off! By John B.
At school,
Playing in the
Last
dunk off,
Exited,
Seeing
My friends
The garbage
People
Hearing talking
And shouting
Thinking of my
dunk
Running up,
tripping and
slipping,
Falling down
Laughter,
Felling silly
Having a great time.
DUNK
by
John M.
John dunked his lunch after
Eating
He threw bags
too
And also jump
Too
We threw bags
Too
And also jump
Too
Mr. Leatherwood went
After
John and caused
The
Ground to tremble
After
That we all laughed
Because
Who sees their
Teacher
Dunk a milk
Past
Into a trash
Too
Everyone did it
Too
Untitled
by
Isabella S.
As I was in science class
Me and my 2 others were working on a project board
I seen all the colors that were being used on our board
I smelled the scent of markers
I could hear the whispers behind me
As I continued working on my project
I focused
And focused some more
I finished the final touches
And my the time i knew it
My project was complete.
Untitled
by
Daniela P.
I did not know the room I was sitting in
I was
extremely
bored
Nobody knew my name
And they didn’t care to learn it
A long whistle flew out of my mouth and into the
Cold
room
I felt a tap on my shoulder
Stop whistling
A woman with red curly hair said
So I shut my mouth and didn’t say
One
word the rest of the day
