Yesterday I was a pawn moving 2 to start and 1 after
obeying all the rules black to white and no room for laughter
I will travel rarely to the side causing me to see the same color 2 times in a row
and I shall go first if I am in the middle and the shade of snow
Today I am the player telling the pawns, knights, and kings where to go
I do as i please thinking many moves ahead allowing the game to flow
but this position is dangerous and not all who try are able
those who fail and lose the game might just flip the table
Tomorrow I will be a master, skilled, and everyone will know my label
Even when I fall to the best I will remain calm and stable
I will guide and teach my very own pawns and even players
Knowing every trick and play even at the deepest of layers
THROWBACK: LUCAS TONG 9TH GRADE
On the outside I am a tiger that wants to show everybody that they are strong.
But on the inside I am a deer praying that I will not get eaten.
Throwback: Risa Kishner 9th grade
Yesterday I was an old park bench. A sturdy, reliable, always gonna be there,old park bench.
Today I am a singing carousel. A horse-decorated, colorful, ever-turning, singing carousel.
THROWBACK: JUNI WOLF 9TH GRADE
On the outside, I have a cocoon that protects me from the roughness
But on the inside, I have wings that will take me far
Throwback Cidnee Kendall 9th grade
Hi I’m not normal
I tend to make things abnormal?
I guess I’ll go hide in the corner.
You didn’t want me to TEXT without spaces sorry, I guess we’re all ways on are phones.
She didn’t want me to think new.
But. Just why didn’t he want me to talk about the old.
Is it cause I’m supposed to be normal.
In that case, HI I am normal.
I like to be relatable.
I’m supposed to like people I don’t know.
They have to seem “normal” but they have to be formatted in such a way to be out of the normals radar.
That seems better then being normal.
Let’s call the sky purple not blue.
And guess what., I’m going to be the one who paints it.
Hi I’m not normal and I don’t care if it hurts your tacky pants that look the same.
All your selfies that cause you to slut shame
OR even your normalness.
Hi I’m normal that means I found my own way to do things.
I can now say who I am and not feel ashamed.
Cause I’m as normal as I’ll ever be.
introducing author Madison Conophy, 9th grade :)
The Shoe Tree was not what people thought it was. It wasn’t a spot where people sold and bought illegal drugs. It was actually a gateway to an afterlife that couldn’t be seen by the living. It was there for lost souls to be able to pass on to a better place. All of the shoes that hung on the tree belong to all of the lost souls that found their way beyond the gate, but the gate had a limit on many souls could pass through it. It finally met it quota after years of being around, and vanished from our world leaving only a stump to represent where it once stood.
Theme: the shoe tree
author: Cade Davis