North Bethesda Middle School
Home of the Phoenix
Hello, and welcome to the second volume of Polaris! In fact, this is the first issue of Polaris for the 2017 - 2018 school year. We have both new and returning staff this year. They each bring something new and exciting to the publication, while going with the good old standard of high quality work. In this issue, we will explore both new and familiar topics, such as the continued efforts of the Science Olympiad team. We will also be expanding our artistic and visionary aspects, especially in relation to the exciting expansion of NBMS. We hope that you enjoy this issue of Polaris! ---- Polaris Editors
Page 4 - Teacher Interviews
Page 10 - Renovation Update
Page 12 - Science Olympiad Update
Page 16 - 6th Grade Narratives
Page 22 - 8th Grade Narratives
Page 29 - Student-Submitted Poems
Page 32 - Meet the Polaris Staff
Page 37- Writers Club Prompts
Logan DeVoe, Anais Harley, Nathan Henderson, Ibrahim Seleznev, TJ Greenwald, Mireya Gutierrez- Micallef,, Linnea Wurdack, Rokhaya Diop, Lara Ahmed, Ian Shin, Harrison
Pritchett, Adam Sall, Ruby Topalian, Milan Tenn
Graphic Artists/ Photographers:
Lilia Gana, Mason Levens, Casey Kenreich , Catherine Chong
Mrs. Brown, Mrs. Simon , Ms. Hill
Note from the Editors
Thank You to:
Maeve Sanford Kelly
Sophia Meytin (News)
Alex Wippenbeck (Literary)
Mr. Sumner, Mrs. Morgan, Mr. Earenfight, Mr. McNavage, Mrs. Hoffman, and Mrs. Paul- Phillips. Also, thanks to the NBMS staff and our Advisors.
The Polaris Staff
Meet the Staff!
Q: What is your favorite restaurant?
A: Absolutely 100% Uncle Julio’s! It’s the only place I ever want to go! I always get the fajitas and chips, they are so good!!!
Q: Have you ever had any pets?
A: Oh yes! I always have a dog, never gone a year in my life without one. Golden Retriever all the way, her name is Lily.
Q: Starbucks or Dunkin’ Donuts?
A: Starbucks. I don’t really drink their coffee but I love their egg sandwiches.
Q: Where do you see yourself in five years?
A: Here, I am never leaving. Hopefully in the new wing though!
Q: Describe your teaching style.
A: Enthusiastic and fun, I think. I hope!
Q: What do you do outside of work for fun?
A: I spend a lot of time with my girlfriends. We go out to dinner and movies, and we also go running together. We are running buddies!
Q: Which school did you come from?
A: I came from Bells Mill elementary school
Q; Why did you want this job?
A: I had taught elementary school for a long time and I wanted try something new. Plus, I love teaching math.
Q: What do you like to do outside of school?
A: Hmm… I like to play sports, watch movies, and read books.
Q: What’s your favorite restaurant?
A: The Clydes Tower Oaks, but when it comes to fast food my favorite is Fish Taco.
Q: What is your favorite movie?
A: I’m gonna have to go with The Fast and the Furious because they have a lot of action; if i were to pick one i would pick Fast 5 - the sequel is the best.
Q: Who is your favorite superhero?
A: Batman! I think it's cool that a billionaire wants to save the world.
Q: What is your favorite sports team?
A: The Pittsburgh Steelers. I’m hoping they get the Stairway to Seven this year.
Q: Do you like teaching middle school or elementary school better?
A: I don't have a preference, I enjoy what each level brings.
Q: What do you like/dislike about teaching middle school?
A: I like teaching just one subject and the independence and responsibility the students have.
8th grade English
Q: What job did you have before?
A: I was a graduate student at American University and worked as an Americorps volunteer for Habitat for Humanity in Delaware.
Q: What do you like the most in teaching?
A: Students. When I get to bring texts to my students, we are able to talk about their perspective and their experiences. I love to get lost in my students’ writing and I get to watch them grow. We are able to talk about the ideas in text and I get to know more about their perspectives and their spirit and what they think about the questions and problems that are in English.
Q: Do you have a hobby or something you like to do when you are not teaching?
A: I love ballet. I started when I was 12, and I stopped for awhile in college and grad school. This past summer, I started taking lessons at the Washington School of Dance. They have an adult program.
Q: Do you have any pets?
A: My dog is a German shorthaired pointer named Buddy. 9 years old. He lives with Mom. I miss him. My father loves to hunt so he wanted him to be able to hunt with him , but he is so spoiled that he will never be one.
Q: Would you rather turn back time to fix your mistakes or to see yourself in the future?
A: I think I would like to see myself in the future. When I think about my mistakes, I think everything in life is either a blessing or a gift. I think you have to be willing to make mistakes.
Q: What was your worst experience at NB?
A: I fell down the stairs once!! Nobody saw me, though. I’m thankful my students didn’t see me! It would have been very very bad if they did. I wasn't hurt, thank goodness.
Q: Why did you decide to be a teacher?
A: I always had good teachers, and I liked working with students.
Q: What is your favorite restaurant?
A: My favorite restaurant has to be Sardi’s in Olney; it’s a Peruvian restaurant.
Q: Have you ever had any pets?
A: I have two Boston Terriers, and one is a puppy and is very misbehaved!!!!
Q: How many years have you been teaching for?
A: 21 years. This is my 4th year at NB. I worked in an elementary school before this.
Q: What was your favorite subject as a student?
A: Reading. I liked reading a great book and I still do.
Q: Starbucks or Dunkin’ Donuts?
A: Dunkin’ Donuts, I don’t drink coffee , but love strawberry donuts.
Q: Describe your teaching style.
A: I have heard from a lot of students that I don’t show a lot of emotion and don’t yell, which I guess isn’t a bad thing if they can’t read me. I am quite patient.
Health and Physical Education
Q: Why did you decide to be a teacher?
A: I knew in middle school that I wanted to be a teacher. I used to teach the young students on my swim team and I always had good teachers, that really inspired me.
Q: How many years have you been teaching for?
A: This is my 7th year. I taught three years at a different middle school and then two years at an elementary school. This is my second year at NB.
Q: What was your favorite subject(s) as a student?
A: Physical Education! But I also enjoyed math and science.
Q: What university/college(s) did you go to?
A: State University of New York at Cortland for my undergrad and I received two masters, one at the University of North Carolina at Greensboro, and the other at McDaniel College.
Q: Starbucks or Dunkin’ Donuts?
A: I don’t drink coffee, so neither! I already have tons of energy, I don’t need coffee.
Q: Where do you see yourself in five years?
A: I see myself with a five year old and teaching here, at NB.
Q: Describe your teaching style.
A: I believe that relationship building is very important. I also understand that middle school is tough, so I have a huge amount of respect for my students.
Besides what your teacher teaches, have you ever wanted to know any interesting fact about them? Like what their favorite restaurant is or what pets they have had in the past? Or maybe even what is another job they would want! Our writers interviewed a variety of North Bethesda teachers. Here’s what they found out!
6th grade Math
By Maeve Sanford-Kelly, Ruby Topalian, Catherine Chong, and Lara Ahmed
8th grade US History
Seen in the Halls
Red Ribbon Week
from 8th grade Art
Recycling in Style!
SGA Winter Dance
All that Pizza!
iGive Me 10!
by Logan DeVoe and Ziyi Lu
We’re back with more news on the renovation efforts at NB. There has been lots of progress since last year, as the main concrete walls and ceilings have already been erected. It’s expected to be completed by the 2018-19 school year.
Although no one has been too affected by the renovation, the building firm has fenced off some of the field as not to harm anyone who may be outside. As a part of this, the course of the mile run has been changed, shortening it to a 0.87 mile run, and the blacktops have been demolished. In addition, over the past few months, the builders have torn down and replaced the tennis courts with new ones, which are now nice shades of green and dark blue. Unlike the old ones, these new courts are very smooth and actually quite nice to play tennis, handball, or street hockey on. If you go outside often, you might see the builders digging or welding or doing such things. In fact, we can see parts of the renovated new wing from where Polaris meets!
If you want, you can read more about this from our first issue from February 2017.
Coming Next Fall: More Classrooms
by Milan Tenn
Science Olympiad Update!
Can you imagine working with lasers, creating poisons, and building airplanes in your afternoons? In Science Olympiad, those dreams become a reality. There have also been many fascinating changes in the NBMS SciOly Team, like new events and more competitions!
There are many changes in the events this year. For instance, one added event is called Roller Coaster. In the competition, the contestants must create a roller coaster prior to the contest. Points are awarded for longer coasters, having more complex courses, and for coasters being higher. Another new event is Potions and Poisons. It includes a written exam, testing the contestants on their knowledge of poisons and other chemicals. After the test, a lab starts, where the participants do activities related to chemistry.
Most members of Science Olympiad joined due to a few reasons. First and foremost, the wish to learn more brought students to the team.
“It is a very helpful and delightful experience; a lot of what we covered in ecology last year was found in the science curriculum,” says Noah Guberman, a seventh-grade member of Team B. “It bends and tests the limits to which one might explore their own thirst for knowledge. Science Olympiad, believe or not, makes a sport out of science.”
Most of the team mirrored his views, that Science Olympiad is a fun and engaging way to learn. However, there is another major reason that the team gained members, a competitive spirit. Jonathan Carlisle, an eighth-grade member of Team A, shows this side of the story.
“I joined the team because I love science and like to compete with other people,” says Jonathan.
The SciOly teams will need to learn a lot and be very competitive to do well in the competitions, since they have many challenges this year. One of the challenges that they faced was inconsistent event times for different competitions. In Science Olympiad, when the schedule for the national competition is released, it is generally adopted by most other competitions. However, the Maryland competition released a different schedule this year, which conflicted with the national schedule. This caused some team members to have events at the same time, creating a problem for them, as they couldn’t be in two places at once. However, showing great teamwork and perseverance, the NBMS students were able to overcome this obstacle by switching events with one another.
Another challenge that the team faced was an early invitational (preparatory) competition, at the National Cathedral School (NCS) in the District of Columbia. The NCS invitational was in early December, which gave our team much less time to study, create cheat sheets, and build items before any competitions. Though just practice for the later competitions, the NCS invitational was the first time that we competed locally, and was the earliest competition. Though it was a challenge for NBMS to be ready for the competition, our school placed third.
A last challenge currently faced by this year’s SciOly team is that of keeping up the school’s considerable reputation. Last year, NBMS advanced to the national competition, representing the state of Maryland. In the national competition, our team won the prestigious Spirit Award, given to the team that collaborates the best and has an excellent team spirit. It will be a challenge for this year’s team to keep up that level of good work.
Though the Science Olympiad team is facing many challenges and new changes this year, it has adapted to and overcome them.
Mr. Werbeck, the NBMS science teacher in charge of SciOly , has made his excitement about this year’s team clear, saying, "The NBMS Science Olympiad team has been #1 in the state of Maryland for the last two years. The reason we have been #1 is because of the hardworking and amazing students at NB. It is their hard work, team spirit, and sportsmanship that had us recognized as the 2017 spirit award winners at the National tournament. I am confident the 2018 team will have a great year!"
Math Team Coach
This year's newest after school activity is Math Team. The first meeting attracted many of our best mathematicians. They practice math skills at weekly meetings and send their best to county Math Meets where they compete against other school teams as individuals and as a team.
Stop by the main office to see their first trophy!
Success looks good
8th grade SciOly team wins first in Regionals and State competition!
The team is on its way to Nationals on Memorial Day weekend in Colorado!
NBMS Phoenix Scientists!
Math Team Debut
6th Grade Narratives
B and B
Enjoy some narratives written by our school's youngest authors
.....it was very rare to find a garden as old-fashioned as this, with a tall fence of trees, not an electrical wall, and a smattering of stone benches.
By Jasmin Wu
The wild assortment of plants and trees glowed liquid silver in the milky moonlight. It was peaceful in the Royal Garden, with little disturbance except for the pitter-patter of the soft paws of a mouse and the quiet breathing of a huge red squirrel. Rows and rows of herbs and roots and flowers sprouted from the rich, dark soil, like tiny soldiers awaiting the command of their general, the moon. In the year 9999, it was very rare to find a garden as old-fashioned as this, with a tall fence of trees, not an electrical wall, and a smattering of stone benches. The tranquil blanket of silence was, however, somewhat rudely interrupted as a rather disheveled unicorn plowed into the unfortunate red squirrel, who in turn crashed into a fountain of melted gold by the impact, clumsily knocking it down and spilling the glittery liquid everywhere.
The squirrel was not amused.
“What was that for?” he squawked, lathered in melted gold, only to stop
mid-squawk as he saw what sat upon the unicorn’s graceful slope of a head as she stepped into the light
“Er, I mean… g’day Q-Queen Jo, what brings you out here in the crack of midnight?” he stammered.
“Hello Bob, I, er...was just looking for my, uh, ruby necklace that I seem to have forgotten here after the...topiary party,” the queen stuttered unconvincingly, fidgeting with her crown, “Have you,um, seen it?” she finished, just a tad bit more confident.
However, before Bob could speculate about how he had just seen her wearing it this afternoon, and how the topiary party was scheduled for next week, a loud shriek pierced the night, and a russet fox with sharp amber eyes and a long jagged scar across her left flank leapt at Bob and tackled him.
“What are you doing?” Bob yelped, blinded by annoyance, as this was the second time this hour that he had been rudely pushed to the ground.
“Protecting my queen!” the fox snarled, “Though I must say, your stealth skills are pretty below average.”
Queen Jo snorted, “Bilei, Bob was by no means attempting to assassinate me. We were just having a peaceful chat about the weather, “ she glanced over at Bob, the arctic blue depths of her eyes blazing defiantly, as if daring him to contradict her.
“Now, Bilei, why aren’t you at your post? I told you to go help the other maids air the linens. And remember what I said about leaving your post to attack random, innocent animals that just so happen to be talking to me.”
“I’m sorry, your majesty, for leaving my post. I promise that it won’t happen again,” Bilei glanced at the crystal double doors that lead back into the palace and the laundry room with a forlorn expression drizzled with dread.
For once, Bob felt bad for this fierce fox. He knew exactly how it felt to be forced to do something that you weren’t content with.
“That’s exactly what you said last time. And the time before that, ” Queen Jo sighed ruefully.
Queen Jo glanced over at Bob again, and he sensed that there was something that she wasn’t telling him about the real reason that she was here, of all places, at the Royal Garden. Why would she not want Bilei to know what they were actually talking about?
"But, um, would you like me to escort you back to the Throne Room? It’s quite dangerous out here in the open,” Bilei offered hopefully.
“Er, no thank you, Bilei, but I appreciate it. I still have, uh, business to do out here.”
Bilei’s face fell.
Just as Queen Jo was letting out an irritated sigh, a series of ominous crashing sounds echoed from the palace. Queen Jo and Bilei both turned around, and a look of pure horror dawned their faces.
Terrified, Bob spun around, and passed out cold at the sight that greeted him.
Grade 8 Art Display
Background by Jane Fleischman
By Miles Draper
The cozy basement media room, for the time being, was abandoned except for Book and Film. The air was still an awkward silence that radiated throughout the room. An ugly, musty smelling green sofa was the only piece of furniture perched parallel to a giant movie projector. The sofa used to be nice and plush but now so many things had been spilled on it, it was strangely crusty. A CD player called Film was shooting dirty looks at Book. Book, who was, well, a book was shooting them right back. His eyes intensified, staring her down.
“The part when the hero dies is too sad,” Film commented. She had been trying to convince Book to have his story made into a movie and kept trying to come up with new ideas to spice things up. “Instead she should return home and throw a ginormous party for the whole town celebrating the defeat of the King’s goblin army.” she continued enthusiastically, happy to give her suggestions. Book was disgusted.
“There is no goblin army in my story. In my story she peacefully defeats the king by signing a proclamation declaring that no one from the King’s kingdom shall enter her town unless permitted for trade.” he declared.
“But that’s so boring. I imagine her as a fiery young warrior with a sword ready to fight anything in her way!” Film exclaimed.
“You should stop dreaming and get with the program. I won’t be a movie and my story is fine the way it is,” Book stated sharply.
“But dreaming is fun! And your story can be better if you were just a little more open minded. Movies are great. They bring a story to life!” Film yelled out passionately.
“You’re acting ridiculous, ” Book said blandly, tired of having to listen to Film’s far fetched ideas.
Film was eager to reply but quickly closed her mouth as she heard heavy footsteps coming down the stairs. Thump, Thump. The human of the house had arrived. The human plopped onto the sofa and let out an exhausted sigh. He had a briefcase in his hand which was exploding with papers. He opened it up and shuffled through it, his mouth half full with a bag of potato chips which had been sitting on the sofa. He took large gulp of his fizzy soda and let out a loud belch. Film and Book closed their eyes just in time and became lifeless. They hadn’t been caught by humans. Yet.
- By Ava Heydarin
It was a steaming, humid afternoon, during WWII, in a tavern in the French countryside where Jack’s brother, John, worked as the chef. Jack was sitting at a table, when his other brother, Jacob, entered the cozy tavern where there was some slight chattering. Immediately, upon sitting down at the table, Jack questioned his brother, “Any news from Britain about the reinforcements that we are hoping for?”
“No news from Britain yet,” responded Jacob.
“This is ridiculous! The Krauts are here and still invading France, and we still don't have any darn reinforcements from Britain!” Jack ranted. John walked out of the kitchen with some freshly baked buttery croissants, and sat down to join his brothers for the conversation.
John announced, “I heard yelling from the kitchen. Is everything alright out here?”
“Absolutely not! We are still waiting for back up in our country, and Britain has not come through with the promised reinforced. We can only stall them for so long before they overtake us,” Jack grumbled.
“Calm down, brother. They will arrive at some point giving us more time to plan out our strategies to lay out attack plans, recognize their defense plans, and ultimately defeat them,” John declared.
“I can return Britain to put pressure on them for the reinforcements,” Jacob blurted out.
“It is extremely risky and dangerous to head back toward Britain, but Jacob should go back to demand the needed reinforcements.”
“Are you insane?” shouted John, “You could get yourself killed, there are anti-aircraft guns all over the sandy beaches, and Jacob could be shot down.”
Jacob swore under his breath because he was quite frustrated. He replied, “John has a good point, I could get myself killed out there.”
Jacob accepted that it was risky to go back to Britain.
As the brothers were sitting at the table, they were left contemplating another plan of action that they could execute. You could see the gears in their heads turning for new ideas. They knew they must devise a strategy that could get reinforcements to France as soon and humanly possible. Time was of the essence.
Brothers in Arms
Book And Film
"No news from Britain yet"
The Little People
Everyone knew about them.
3-Dimensional Art Sculpture
Media Center Dispay
By Ash Tollefson
Her mother spoke of the little people often, or the others as she sometimes had called them. But usually it was the little people. They were tiny humans who dwelled in the woods outside of town. Everyone knew about them. The town of Sonder had numerous articles written about them, museum pieces and folklore. It was a piece of their history. A fascinating relic from the past. Her mother had always had an obsession with them. Every month on the full moon she would make a simple, yet tasty, meal and deliver it to a stone wall that separated the road from the woods. Her mother made charms to ward off the little people and had at least fifteen books about them.
After a few years of real belief, Willow stopped listening to the ridiculous tales her mother told. Willow was a smart woman of science and was training to be a chemist. She didn’t have time to listen to her mother ramble on for twenty minutes, then cast furtive looks at the door and windows. Of course, she would help her mother prepare the meal for them. But when asked to come and help perform the ceremony, the answer was always a kind but firm no. Any talismans that her mom insisted on her wearing would end up in a trash can outside of school. This became the subject of many arguments over the years. But they always patched it up afterward.
On this particular night Willow was going to a party. Her friend Sam was hosting it as a celebration of surviving the first year of high school. Willow didn’t really like parties. They gave her a headache and this one would likely end with Willow and Sam cleaning up from the party and then watching movies until one o’clock in the morning. But Sam had planned this party herself and it was rude not to go.
After packing a bag for the next morning she grabbed her phone and was about to leave when her mom confronted her. The usual stuff was said; don’t drink, stay safe, be home by 9:30 tomorrow morning and, of course, beware the little people. And, as usual Willow gritted her teeth, rolled her eyes and mumbled a “yes, mom” before saying goodbye to her dad and walking out the door.
Immediately she pulled out her flashlight, plugged in her ear-buds and started to play some music. It was some popular song that she couldn’t remember now. She was so absorbed in the notes, that she didn’t notice the creature until it was right in front of her. It was very small. It was three feet tall at the most with long limbs that hung limply by its side. It had humanoid features, but was definitely not human. Its skin was a pale blue, stretched unnaturally and tightly over too sharp bones. Its eyes were huge compared to its tiny mouth with dull black teeth. The nose was fairly large and the ears poked out wide on either side. On its head were triangle black stones that floated on top in a crown.
Willow stood there for what seemed like hours. Sweat dripped down her forehead. Blood rushed in her ears. Her heart was beating so hard that she felt like it would erupt out of her chest. Cold fear had rooted itself in the pit of her stomach, filling her veins with cement. The creature cocked its head with its sickly yellow eyes boring into hers. Willow couldn’t help but feel curious, despite the fear that rooted her to the ground. What was this thing? Could it really be one of the little people her mother had warned her about? Willow suddenly felt the urge to know. She had to know. A hunger enveloped her.
She asked it what it was. No response. She asked again, louder that time. Still, nothing. Then suddenly the creature smiled. A wide smile that sent fear running down her spine. The creature looked at her and said in perfect English, “Come with us, child. The woods call to you. We call to you. We want you.”
That was it. She dropped her flashlight and sprinted away as fast as possible. Past the houses and stores. Past the woods and endless blackness. The words rang loudly in her ears. We want you. She fell, skinning her knee but she just picked herself up and ignored the pain. It wasn't until her house was a minute away that she stopped and sat down under a streetlight.
Hot tears clouded her vision. Her hands shook and she felt nauseous. Willow sat, her red hair messy and sweaty, her heart still pounding, limbs still shaking. She took several deep breaths and had managed to calm herself down enough to insist that she had imagined it. Willow told herself that she was being silly. It had been late and she was tired. It was probably just a raccoon. She was fine. She imagined it. She would go to Sam’s party and eat something and have a good time.
And she did.
She walked the long way to Sam's house and ate a slice of pizza and some juice. That had made her feel better. She danced to her favorite songs and watched movies with Sam. But even now, seven years after that fateful night, she couldn’t forget it.
Willow doubted she ever would.
By Rhea Kohli
8th Grade Short Stories
Slamming the front door, I threw my backpack in the foyer and stuffed my shoes and coat into the closet. Finally, Thanksgiving Break! I’ve been counting the days, suffering through the monotonous lessons at school. I called out a hello to my mother in the kitchen.
She replied, “Hey, honey. How was school?”
I walked into the kitchen and hugged my mother, stating, “Boring, per usual.”
She tousled my hair and chuckled, “I know. I know, but hey, we’re leaving tomorrow to see your cousins.”
My little brother, Connor, ran into the kitchen hand-guns blazing, yelling, “I am the all-powerful Lord Varkon, no one can stand against me.”
Playing along, I clutched my chest and began sliding to the floor, “Oh, Lord Varkon, you have defeated me. You truly are all-powerful.”
“Jamie, don’t lie,” Connor pouted.
Standing up, I raised my hands, “Who me? I’d never lie to you.” I slid across the kitchen floor and chased Connor, “I’m coming for you!”
“Hey! No running in the house,” my father scolded, blundering down the stairs. “At least not without me!” We ran after Connor, laughing the whole way.
We were in the car by 4:30, ready for the grueling 16-hour drive, Maryland to Florida. Connor fell asleep instantly, while I chose to watch the sunrise, listening to some uplifting tunes from my phone, perfect for the early morning. We drove in silence for the next couple of hours, letting Connor attain a good sleep, fully knowing we wouldn't be able to rest after he woke up. Banter was occasionally heard, my parents speaking in hushed voices.
It wasn't until a little after midday, that Connor awoke. We played car games for the rest of the way, talking about new TV shows from his friends at school to how my Mom and Dad’s business was going. We lapsed into a quiet silence for the last few hours, listening to the radio.
We didn't arrive until 8:30, stumbling into my cousin's house. Carrying an asleep Connor, I trudged up the stairs to the twin beds in the guest bed and laid Connor down on the bottom bunk. Climbing to the top bed, I passed out on the bed, falling into a deep sleep.
I was transported to a hospital, groaning at the sight. Why must this nightmare plague me every single night? Staring at my grandmother in the hospital bed, I tried running away from it, knowing how it ends. But like the previous nights, I was shown the same exact image. Grandmama was still in the bed, looking sickly and weak.
Everyone was huddled around her; my mother, Connor, my father, my aunt, and multiple cousins. I stood frozen, for what felt like the millionth time, watching the life leave her eyes and her last exhale of breath. I tried running again, but my feet stood still, unable to stop from watching this horror.
My hearing slowed, my mother's voice crying out, my brother sobbing in the sheets, the doctors rushing into the room pushing me aside. I fell to the ground and my vision tunneled. Gasping for air, I sat upright, my heart plastered to my forehead and neck from sweat. Checking to make sure I was awake, I pushed off from the bed and jumped to the floor, noticing my brother was already awake and out of the room.
I did my morning routine, getting dressed for Thanksgiving Day, still recovering from the nightmare. Bounding down the stairs, I was surprised to see that I was the last one to get downstairs. My older cousin grabbed me and pulled me into a hug, ruffling my hair, “Oh, wow. Little Jamie finally deigned to join us.”
My cousin, Delilah, spoke, “Don’t be mean. I’m still older than you, Little Johnny.”
I smiled, relaxing at my family’s teasing banter when I noticed my Grandfather sitting in a rocking chair away from the rest of the family. Excusing myself, I left to go say hello.
“Good morning, Grandpa.”
“Oh, James. I didn’t see you there. Good morning, child.” He pulled me down to him, into a hug, “It’s wonderful to see you.”
Smiling, I said, “It’s great to see you too, Grandpa.”
A little after that, we all sat down for a proper Thanksgiving Meal. My mother looked at me pointedly, and I cleared my throat, “Could I start grace today?”
They nodded and I grabbed a picture frame and chair. Placing the chair next to Grandpa, I placed the frame of Grandmama on the table. We clasped hands and closing my eyes, I began the small speech I’d prepared and memorized.
“Thank you for this lovely meal and thank you for those who have come miles and miles to celebrate with us. Although the family isn't the same, we will forever keep Grandmama in our hearts. She may not be here celebrating with us, but she is celebrating in Heaven. Amen.”
I heard resounding “Amens” and my family looked at me with a look I couldn’t place.
Startled, I blurted out, “What?”
They laughed hugging me, tears shining their eyes. Not tears of sadness, but tears of joy.
"Unable to stop watching the horror..."
Shadowslayer is a dragon.
And like most medieval dragons, he is feared by all those around him.
Shadowslayer is quite young compared to his greater counterparts, but at his current age has outlasted three whole generations of the wisest of men.
He lives in an amethyst mine, cowering in the back of the darkened stone dotted with glimmering specks of purple, which are identical in color and texture to the deep purple scales scattered over across his back, creating a hypnotizing pattern across the scaled dragon skin stretching over his back as black as night. He bears ivory spikes rising from his back, leaning towards his spade-shaped tail like ridges. Pale purple membrane stretch
Gold and silver slabs of coin rest beneath his slanted talons, glittering rubies and emeralds dotting them like stray stars scattered about a black night. A tiger eye necklace strung together by spun gold is draped around his neck, circlets of bronze and platinum, dotted by glimmers of valuable stone.
As a soft breeze wafts into his solated cave, his muscles tense and his eyes flick open, the three separate eyelids sliding apart smoothly. He gracefully clambers to his clawed feet, quiet as a shadow, and neatly folds his patterned, half-translucent wings to his sides. His slanted, arrow-shaped head whips around his serpentine neck flexing backwards as his indigo irises narrow on the bright shafts of light filtering into his cave.
A low growl emanating from between his serrated teeth as he slithered to the brink of the cave, the spiked fins on his crest flexing dangerously. He tilts his head downwards, nostrils flaring alarmingly as he notices a human in tight, shining gray armor plodding merrily his way on a muscular buckskin horse. In his right hand was a flat, sharp stick made of gleaming metal.
With an earsplitting, ghastly roar, Shadowslayer flings himself at the oblivious knight. He shouts in surprise through the thick metal covering his face, but only manages to raise his sword hand feebly before Shadowscale crashes into him, a hissing ball of wrathful scales.
Being six times the size of the man, a single claw half as long as his entire body, Shadowslayer easily overpowered the man, throwing him off of his horse and into the ground with a powerful lash of his tail. The horse whinnies in fright, rearing onto its hind hooves. It attempts to run off, but Shadowslayer is faster, lunging for it with outstretched talons he easily manages to drag it to the ground, his sharp teeth sunk deep into its neck.
Flicking his tail proudly, and momentarily distracted by his victory, Shadowslayer hears the scraping of metal and a soft clink. Behind him. He whirls around to face the knight raising a sword high over his head. He peels his lips back, snarling viciously, and jabs for the knight’s exposed underbelly.
Shadowslayer easily takes the knight to the ground, despite his hopeless wails and struggles. As the knight regains his grip on his sword, he slashes at Shadowslayer’s throat. In a flash, the dragon’s jaws snap open and molten black purple fire pours out of his mouth, blasting the knight back in a flash of light and the singing smell of burnt metal.
Staring down at the limp pile of a human, Shadowslayer’s lips pull back in a toothy smile. With a triumphant roar, he throws himself into the air, spreading his crystallized wings wide, and took off into the promising blue sky, soon to be s gray by plumes of smoke expelled by burning buildings.
7th Grade Art Project,
Story and illustration by Alex Whippenbeck
With a triumphant roar, he threw himself into the air, spreading his crystallized wings wide...
My Hectic Halloween
Imagine being taken to a cold, damp, putrid, unsanitary, jail cell. What if there was a lunatic sitting next to you? Threatening you, all night. Just imagine that. If you can, then you can begin to understand what happened to me that Halloween night. I could say that it was pretty exciting, even refreshing. I can’t say I didn’t get a lot of candy: that would be a big fat lie. But it still shook me cold, and I’ll tell you all about it.
It all started when I decided to dress up as a criminal on Halloween. A criminal, as in black and white striped clothing. That hat that people in jail wear. You know, the whole get-up. I got on my costume; the stripes, I thought, matched very nicely with my hair, which was blonde and pulled back into high pigtails (I didn’t really know what kind of hair criminals had). The timer on the oven rang without melody. It was 7:00, time for Halloween.
I called out a quick goodbye to my mother, and slowly stepped out into the street. The sweet petrichor hung fresh in the air, it had been raining earlier today. It was already quite dark, but I had a green fluorescent glow stick in my hand, so I could see enough. I took in my surroundings. I wasn’t alone tonight. There were green, grotesque zombies, shockingly white ghosts, princesses wearing frilly dresses, fairies with sparkling wings, towering dinosaurs, even realistic smelling hot dogs!
As far as I could see, most of the houses had been decorated with bright orange pumpkins, with toothy carvings on all them. Fake plastic ghosts hung everywhere, with eerie sounds that were most likely being played by a machine. Fake cobwebs and spiders, and the occasional life sized skeleton here and there hung on trees. I ran away from my red-brick house and I started doing what every kid with a costume does on Halloween night: trick-or-treating! I got milky brown Kit-Kats, colorful Skittles, caramel filled Twix, and my favorite, sour Twizzlers! I was about an hour into my trick-or-treating, It was about 8:00, when I heard the distant sound of police sirens.
My first thought was criminals. Why else would there be police here?
“What business does a criminal got on Halloween?” I asked out loud.
My logic was it was the busiest night of the year. I figured there’d be loads of people there to bust em’, which would be too risky for criminals. At least if I was a criminal, I wouldn’t rob someone on Halloween night! The sirens got louder and louder, I could see their flashing blue, red, and white lights. Then, I saw that black and white police car coming down my own street, the very street I was trick-or-treating on! Heads turned as the police veered down our lane.
The police drew closer and closer until the thing I least expected happened (well, not really. The thing I would least expect would have been a potato apocalypse, but that didn’t happen). The police stopped right in front of me! In front of me! They got out and grabbed me. They held up a picture of a girl with blonde pigtails, one dyed red, the other dyed blue. Sort of like that girl...I wanted to say joker but that was a boy.
I dunno I had seen her somewhere. Anyway, the girl in the photo was wearing a jail uniform like me and she had the very same jail number! I had blonde pigtails, too. They weren’t dyed red and blue, but I still had them!
“Heh, that looks like me.” I told the police. They didn’t seem amused. They pushed me into the car. “Ouch.”
I muttered under my breath. The police threw the photo into the back of the car, and I got a last look at it. The girl in the photo had a sly smirk. It was an devilish looking smirk. I couldn’t see her eyes, they were hidden in her shadow, but that smile was enough. It was creepy, it was evil.
“Rebecca Sorland, you are under arrest for your crimes against this country! You’re going back to Juvie!” The police officer announced.
“Crimes?” I asked. “I ain’t done no crimes against this country, and I ain’t called Rebecca Sorland. My name is Cara Veerlit!”
“Enough with your excuses. You’re going right back to Juvie.” The police officer insisted.
So they brought me to that Juvie place, and it wasn’t so bad, at least for me, cause I didn’t stay there as long as everyone else (who, frankly, needed to brush their hair). I stayed there for a few hours in my cell. I had a cellmate named Morgan. She didn’t talk much. She told me she knew I wasn’t the real Rebecca. I nodded and started telling her about my day.
Then she threatened to hit me over the head if I didn’t be quiet. I didn’t doubt it. She had a sharp knife in her hand, so I was just glad she hadn’t suggested anything more extreme than being unconscious. Anyway, after a few hours, my mother came over and yelled at the police. I’m pretty sure that my mom will never let the police forget that incident again. She told them that I was her daughter.
Not some hooligan named Rebecca Sorland. They checked my fingerprint, and confirmed it was me. They gave me so much candy, and kept apologizing over and over again. It has been a year since that all happened, and I am still finishing off that candy! Anyhow, the police apologized, and mother sent me right home. Now I’m looking back, and I’m realizing just how wacky, and even hilarious that was, but I can’t say it didn’t give me chills back then. I still have that photo of Rebecca Sorland. I look at it sometimes, and I take a good long look at that smile of hers. That evil, dangerous smile. I look at it and I think, how did the police ever get me mixed up with her?
I could never smile like that!
Getting ready for Trout!
My family gets together,
No matter what the weather,
We speak of our religion,
Spiny as an acanthopterygian,
Though nice in its own way.
On Hanukkah and Purim,
We eat some lamb and durum,
And reminisce of ages long ago.
I listen with respect about
Our history of plagues and droughts,
And think on Jewish people full of woe.
And to be frank,
I really must digress.
My family time,
Is really quite a mess.
- Sophia Meytin
Sandwing Dragon" Pencil Sketch
Kershev Sriram, grade 7
Ode to Thanksgiving Food
As my family gathers around the oak table,
A waft of gravy enters my nose.
The juicy turkey grabs my eye,
Hot rolls spread with waves of butter
compete for my attention,
So does the succulent stuffing,
As well as the blueberry muffins
Before the feast begins, however
We must give our thanks.
I give my thanks for family
And for my appetite.
- Ibrahim Seleznev
Ode to Easter Eggs
Easter morning waking up,
Time to eat some eggs,
With pretty patterns you’re covered in,
Easter eggs, you make me grin.
You dye my mouth brown,
I don’t care,
Cause this dye,
Tastes so sweet and fair.
Alas, you are hidden,
In the hard to find places,
And I must wait,
Compete in races
Just to find you.
Your scent of cocoa,
Sweet with cream,
Milk, dark, or white
Any kind, it seems
You are the thrill!
At the end of the journey.
A long tunnel
Of torturous food,
Being my earnings.
Embracing my tastebuds,
With open arms
And washing the bad taste away
I hope you are here
- Mireya Gutierrez-Micallef
Owl’s Christmas Flight
The snowy owl flies at night,
Passing homes decorated with lights.
Snow and horses cover the plains,
The horses it saw had snow-covered manes.
Yellow talons like spotlights at night,
Everything about the upcoming dawn seemed right.
Feathers like ranch dressing, black and white,
The snowy owl flies at night.
Children in their beds sound asleep,
While parents put presents under a tree.
As the sun comes up, adults are making pies,
All of this was seen from the owl’s eyes.
As the owl approached his nest,
He saw the humans at their best.
Kids were getting what they desire in gifts,
The kids giving parents hugs and a kiss.
An interesting forest the owl had seen,
A forest whose trees seemed to lean.
Children would run in and out,
The children would happily scream and shout.
This forest was incredibly well-known,
For it was also the owl's home.
Not anymore was it Christmas’s eve,
The day had arrived, filling children with glee.
The owl descended towards his home,
Passing scenes that made him feel alone.
But there was not one thing the owl had missed,
And of course, not the banner reading, “Merry Christmas.”
Nothing is endless.
Everything wears out eventually.
There’s nothing you can do,
Except be you.
Once you start to think,
It’s actually really sad,
When you find the truth,
It will make you mad.
I know this is kind of short,
After all nothing is endless,
Thank you for listening to me,
Now I can finally be free
- Jelani Godfrey
H.P is in seventh grade, he has one brother and one sister, and has a Chocolate Standard Poodle named Charlie. In MY free time I like to play videogames, play with my dog, spend time with friends and family, and write. I have had an interest in computers since I was about 5 and like to fix and build things, I have loved to write since fourth grade and have written stories and mini ‘books’ ever since.
I.P. from Bolivia likes to travel. Imagine visiting Russia, France, and Germany for a 10 year old who is bilingual. When he is not traveling, he is logically thinking how to survive in Minecraft. His dog, Flashlight, constantly demands his attention. Sometimes Inti gets energetic and ventures outside enjoying sports such as football, tennis, and swimming. Inti has been schooled in Bolivia during second grade and then came back to the United States to continue his studies
N.T. is in eighth grade and one of the news editors for the paper. In my free time, I’m a competitive level seven acrobatic gymnast. I compete in a pair (a grouping with two people) and I’m the base. Whenever I have time off from acro I like to read, watch Netflix, and hang out with my friends.
A. W. i is a hardcore dragon nerd who loves to read and write about all things fantasy and fiction. Fueled by her creativity, she likes writing her own books about magic and dragons and shapeshifters at home. She lives in Falls Church, Virginia,, with her mom and dad and two adorable cats; Luna, an elegant tuxedo, and Benji, a handsome buff tabby. In her spare time she enjoys playing video games, reading, writing, drawing, and playing with her cats. Her favorite types of books are just like the ones the writes; full of fantasy and dragons and zombie apocalypses. She also really REALLY likes dragons.
TJ G. is very interested in video games, and really wants to make some in the future. He also wants to write books. He lives in Bethesda, MD. His two main goals for right now: to do very well in Tae Kwon Do and getting good grades. He really loves video games and learning, as well as homework and martial arts. His favorite subject is math. He loves to travel. His favorite trips have been to Canada, France, and Brazil.
S.G. comes to NBMS after a rich education from Kensington Parkwood Elementary. In K.P. where she enjoyed activities like chorus and the K.P. players. She demonstrates her hardworking attitude in the way she sets a pace for herself, and always completes her assignments to the fullest. Despite this, she also finds time to completely ‘nerd out’ over Shakespeare fun facts and acting techniques. She attends the Acting Conservatory in Bethesda on Mondays. You can ask her about anything from Shakespeare fun facts to mermaid biology, and she’ll be sure to answer!
L.D.V. is a creative writer and artist. He was born in Bethesda and has lived there ever since. He is a fan of anything involving space, science, or space science, as well as science fiction and fantasy books, movies, and TV shows. He also loves playing sandbox-survival video games. He has been interested in writing and creative stories ever since he was little, and by fifth grade, he had written over a hundred pages of a fantasy novel. He jhas oined Polaris for its first meeting last year in 2016. In his free time, he enjoys reading, playing video games, and especially writing.
L.G. . I love to do yoga self taught and enjoy writing short stories too. As you know , her name comes from a French word for lily, the flower. She has an younger brother and older sister and they both are hardworking like her too. She also loves to bake loads of different kinds of things such as cookies, cupcakes, and pies. She is a straight A student and Twilight lover who enjoys writing for Polaris
M.T. is a 7th grader at North Bethesda MS. M.T. really enjoys writing, especially about subjects that capture his interest. He is a member of the fantastic NBMS Science Olympiad team for the second year, and is hoping to win some medals for our team this year. M.T. has traveled to diverse areas, seeing many interesting things. For instance, he swam with stingrays in the Cayman Islands, saw gigantic blue glaciers in Alaska, and walked under the canopy of the widest tree in the world in India. Ask him about his travels!
M.G-M. Writer in North Bethesda’s Polaris magazine, has always loved to read, and became inspired to start writing stories of her own. She was born in Boston, Massachusetts, and has lived in Kensington most of her life with her parents, and her little brother. She is 11 years old, has a cat and a fish, and loves them both very much. Shehas been taking ice skating lessons for 3 years, and playing piano for 5. She also enjoys singing and helping her friends with their problems. She is new to North Bethesda, so she is excited about all the new things Middle school has that Elementary school doesn’t. She is very excited to contribute to Polaris.
R.K. loves writing, singing, and everything in between. Being the youngest in her family, she is a very family-oriented person. She loves many sports such as kickboxing, cricket, and soccer. She enjoys reading, cloudy days, and dancing in the rain. She has an older sister, in college, and a brother who’s a senior at Walter Johnson High School. With her spare time, she writes and draws. She currently is applying for the Walter Johnson APEX program and is excited to start a new chapter of her life in high school. She loves traveling; her favorite place to visit is New York. R.K. is very excited to be a part of Writer’s Club.
Meet the Polaris Contributors
Phoenix Writers Soar!
M.L. is a big technology buff. He enjoys photography and cinematography as well. He recently built his own computer as well. He attended Kensington Parkwood Elementary. It was there that he got his roots in literature and found his love for writing. In the future, he hopes to work for NASA or SpaceX . Some of his favorite foods are pizza and fried okra. He is super excited to be apart of the Polaris staff team this year and hopes to add many great things to this magazine.
A.S. is a 6th grader who has been interested in writing ever since 2nd grade. He also has done a lot of computer programing sessions, so he has a love for both. Of course by the time when he figured out computer writing, he was way too busy with sports and instruments to even think about writing a story. Whenever he had free time he would write poems. After a year or so he decided to not do so much so he had more free time to do things he loved, such as, writing. He likes to try (and fail) to make inventions . When he “makes” an invention it always in the end makes he realises scotch tape isn’t very helpful.
C.C. is a 6th grader at North Bethesda who loves to swim, play the piano and the violin, and make bracelets, draw, and read. At home, she speaks Chinese and English with her family. She was born in Worcester, Massachusetts, and has moved 4 times in her life. She lives with her parents and her brother. She has been swimming and playing piano since she was 5, and she has been playing violin since she was 6. Her dream job is to be an anesthesiologist, a type of doctor who makes their patients go to sleep before undergoing surgery. Her favorite subjects at school are World Studies and Chorus. She is a excited to be an artist and photographer for Polaris!
M.S.K. is an eighth grader at North Bethesda. She has enjoyed both reading and writing for a very long time. She wrote for Polaris last year and is happy to do so again. She also likes music. She plays both piano and guitar. She is active in politics as her friends will tell you (with a small eyeroll). Her favorite subject is history because she finds it really interesting and her favorite food is penne pasta. She loves to watch classic movies and musicals as well as playing with photography and filmography. Before going to North Bethesda, she went to Wood Acres Elementary School and Grace Episcopal Day School
L.W. is a sixth grader at NBMS who went to Ashburton since second grade. She loves reading books, diving, going on hikes, and drawing. She has one sister in fourth grade at Ashburton and often goes to the school's dine outs. She plays the saxophone here at school. Her favorite subject is social studies but she also loves English and science. She has two cats and a blue tailed skink; someday she wishes to be a veterinarian During the summer she writes short stories, goes to the pool with her friend, camps with her grandparents, and of course reads. She’s always wanted to write ifor our school newspaper and is really excited now that she gets the chance.
I.S. 7th grader at North Bethesda, has ambitions to become a published writer. Eager to expand his skills as a sixth grader, he joined the Writer’s Club as a news writer. This year, I.S. would like to publish more news stories, as well as fictional stories. He has one younger sister who is 11 years old and enjoys her brother’s many stories. I.S. has been described by many as creative, intelligent and humorous. He enjoys reading, particularly “hard” science fiction, dystopian fiction and interesting nonfiction. When he grows up, he would like to go to the University Of California At Los Angeles (UCLA), receive a degree in writing, and live in cities around the world as a digital nomad. Among other places, he would like to live in Tokyo, New York, and Copenhagen. When he’s not writing or reading, you can find him watching TED talks, eating, or slacking off.
Meet R.T. She adores cooking, reading, writing, and theater!! When she isn’t doing any of these things she is typically playing and hugging her wonderful three-legged dog, Scout. At a young age she scripted dance routines and plays for her family and friends to watch. As she got older, she started to attend theater camps at various centers and was given lead roles in various productions such as The Jungle Book and Peter Pan. Currently, her number one passion is cooking. She recently applied for the television show, Chopped Junior, in hope that she can one day become a chef.
S.M. is an 8th grader at NBMS. She has always loved writing, beginning her ‘career’ with a submission to a poetry contest at age seven. As for extracurricular activities, she is on the Science Olympiad team, and has been on it for two years running. She is also in the school chorus. A sabre fencer, she has been competing regionally for close to three years. One of her major hobbies is cryptology, especially creating codes that link music, math, and writing. An avid fantasy nerd, she enjoys imagining different mythological species and bringing them to life through many artistic mediums, such as sculpture and sketches. Sophia also enjoys flower pressing, rock collecting, and creating art, especially in ink and watercolors.
Z.L. is an aspiring artist and writer. She has previously lived in San Francisco and New York City. She has been part of the Writer’s Club for two years since its formation and was the person who suggested the name of the literary magazine Polaris. She started drawing when she was three, and got interested in writing in fifth grade. In her spare time, she enjoys doing nothing, eating, wasting time on social media, and reading TIME magazine. She especially likes tuna, quesadillas, and clam chowder. She is a fan of Doctor Who, BBC’s Sherlock, Star Wars, and anything involving dragons in general. She lives with her four chickens, two Zbudgerigars, and a tankful of snails in Bethesda.
Write a paragraph, poem, or story that includes as many song titles as possible
The Little Snowflake
Try one of our Prompts!
Maddie: I can’t believe she would say something like that!
Jane: Why are we passing notes in class? We might get caught!
Maddie: I'm serious, did you notice she has been acting like a creep lately?
Jane: Oh, just shake it off!
Maddie: I'm warning you….remember what she did last time?
Jane: What do you mean?
Maddie: Could you not throw me the paper? The teacher will notice us?
Jane: I gotta feeling you're making this up.
Jane: What's the girls name again?
Maddie: I forgot...I think it's a brown eyed girl.
Jane: Yeah….I think we should stop sending notes….the teacher is coming our way.
Jane: We'll talk about it later, so call me maybe.
Are You Lonesome Tonight? I’m Sorry, I Couldn’t Make It. Oh, Pretty Woman, Let Your Love Flow. This Time (We’re Really Breaking Up). I’ve Gotta Leave You Crying In The Rain. The Rhythm Of The Rain Feels Like The First Time (i guess it's just the woman in you, that brings out the man in me). When A Man Loves A Woman He Got 2 Know When To Let Her Go. You Cheated; You Really Got Me. We Are Never Ever Ever Getting Back Together. (You're So Square) Baby I Don't Care. I Guess This Is Goodbye. Apologies.
It was a gelid day,
Wind whistling down the hallway,
There goes the sunrise,
My winter jacket,
Zipped up tightly,
Finishing up my math packet,
Greeting teachers politely,
Went into the class,
Learning things about subtraction,
But I kept looking at the window glass,
I kept getting distracted,
Did you hear the weather forecast?
It's going to be snowing!
I’ll be leaving school at last,
I better get my gloves before I get going,
A girl behind me pokes my back,
She taps my jacket from behind,
This boy gives my desk a smack,
But the snow day is still on my mind,
My teacher gives me a glare,
She's telling me to pay attention,
I look up and straighten up my chair,
Before I get detention,
I started to look down at my work,
Which didn’t make any sense,
The girl behind me gave me a smirk,
I looked around in such suspense,
I looked all over the place,
I looked all over the class,
The boy next to me gave me a face,
I saw some small thing stuck to the window glass,
I looked out the window and I snapped up awake,
Stuck onto the window was a little snowflake.
Starting lyric line:
Raindrops keep falling on my head…
. We need your skill in infiltration to help us save the world as you know it. There is a depot that holds the information on earth that is being used to help aliens take over the world. We need your help to take them down. And no, you are not a spy, we just can´t reach the door knob.
Raindrops keep falling on my head
They probably should represent misery and dread
But instead the rainbow waters wash it away
When the sun shines while it rains
It never really stays the same
The colors of bright dreams shine
And what slips away: sadness and time
The rainbow waters they can heal
But some things on your own are real
Whenever someone else feels bad
The rainbow waters don’t always act
When that happens you will see
Sometimes you just need to be
The rainbow waters by yourself
And it will work
Rain can heal
We were here while you were asleep. We need your help if we are to survive. Our habitat is being destroyed, and the government does nothing to help us as we die. We need you to protest and convince the government to give us back our protections! We also are having trouble with pollution, since some policies designed to limit it have been removed. We need a constitutional amendment allowing us to run for president and vote! There are so many of us that we shall take over the White House and make one of us president of the United States of America! We shall give more protections to other species that are in danger, and we shall nominate good people for the Environmental Protection Agency! All people shall be treated fairly, and everybody will be happy and in a utopian world.
Seasonal Lyrical Poems
Use a line from a song to start the ideas flowing and write a seasonal poem. Your poem can be short or long, rhymed or free verse, even a Haiku will do.
We were an experimental project created by the European Union in 1996 to experiment with elevating intelligence in animals. We broke out of our facility in the Alps 7 years later, but the EU is still on the hunt for us. Many good people have helped us in our efforts to expose the EU for its imprisonment of rational beings like us. Will you join our cause? If so, please meet us at the Old Synagogue in Erfurt. Go to the Reve du Chef and order five servings of the garbage soup. One of our collaborators will instead drop off a plane ticket bound for ….
Over the year, the Writer's Club members participated in weekly writing prompt challenges in teams or as individuals. W e also participated in local writing contests.
In the winter six of our members wrote letter to their favorite authors. Congratulations to Sophia Meytin for her entry in the annual Library of Congress Letters for Literature, a contest in which students are asked to write to a real author and explain how one of their works has impacted the contestant's personal perspective of the world. Sophia has been invited to attend a celebration in late May in Baltimore where the finals will be announced. Good Luck, Sophia!
Raindrops keep falling on my head
People have big umbrellas
The sound of rain calms me
Splashing in puddles
Drip drop drip drop
I’m just here
Going to the Finals!
You fell asleep on the beach and awoke to find the sand crabs had scratched
a message for you. Finish the message : We were here while you were
asleep. We need your help…….
Dashing through the snow
With my own hands
So I made a snowball
As perfect as could be
I thought I would keep it as a pet
So I let it sleep with me
I made it some pajamas
Put a pillow at it’s head
Then last night it ran away,
But first- it wet the bed
Starting lyric line:
Dashing through the snow…
Good-Bye until next Year!
Come and join us if writing is your thing too!
Dashing through the snow.
You realize what you’ve done
You’re going down a slope
Now you’re shouting “Oh no!”
You fall right off the EDGE
You’re shouting stops then-