Our class’s dance was really dumb; it was my first one ever. And to the next one — will I go? My answer is “Ha! NEVER!” All the boys just ran around, playing tag and yelling while we girls discussed them all and what they thought? No telling! Later, Tara, who’s quite brave, asked aContinue reading “The Grade 7 Dance”
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Parent-teacher Interviews
At parent-teacher interviews, my mother heard a lot, and each and everything she heard used that darn word “not”. I do not pay attention, so I don’t know what to do. I do not ask some questions, so I really have no clue. I do not keep my binder neat, so everything’s a mess. IContinue reading “Parent-teacher Interviews”
The Christmas Concert
The Christmas concert sure was fun though Miss Blake’s still upset. Because so many things went wrong, she’s not recovered yet. The truth is Clarence is a pain so got what he deserved, and since that evening, Clarence has been thoroughly unnerved. Clarence Henry was the star of Miss Blake’s Christmas play. She said hisContinue reading “The Christmas Concert”
Writer’s Block
I have to write a story for Mrs. Burton’s class, and if I don’t write something, I won’t receive a pass. And so I think my story will be about a spy, or maybe a magician, or maybe just some guy. Or maybe I will write about some little pigs, and they will build someContinue reading “Writer’s Block”
Dancing in Phys. Ed.
I used to love phys.ed. at school, but lately, I do not. It’s cause of what we have to do; it’s dancing that’s being taught. With Suzy Cameron in my arms, I know I turn beet red. Instead of dancing with that girl, I wish I could drop dead. I step on Suzy’s toes aContinue reading “Dancing in Phys. Ed.”
Little Bob
Little Bob was quite the boy. His favourite thing was to annoy anyone who was around, and annoy them he was bound. He loved to hiccup really loud and of his hiccups — he seemed proud! These hiccups truly were not fact, cause Little Bob put on an act. At school, Bob was just aContinue reading “Little Bob”
Alphabetical Seating
In Mrs. Rose’s classroom, each year it’s just the same. According to the alphabet each student sits by name. Matt Bower is the lucky guy who sits by Becky Cross. Stan Stewart whispers through the day to pretty Maggie Ross. Sarah Grayson gets to sit with her friend, Sally Glass, and Mrs. Rose just neverContinue reading “Alphabetical Seating”
Other Things #4 – Poemlet #1
“Mrs. Campbell’s Grade 5 Class“ Jane loves Billy who loves Megan who loves Tom who loves Claire who loves Ben who loves Sandy who loves Eddie who loves hockey.
Fame
My best friend has a broken hand from falling off a slide. The poor kid was in awful pain and screamed and yelled and cried. But now he sits in Miss Clark’s class; his cast bears every name. Yes, falling off the slide has brought that awkward kid some fame. Miss Clark’s extra nice toContinue reading “Fame”
Ten Fingers
I had a math test yesterday; the test was awfully tough. The trouble is ten fingers are just simply not enough! For three plus four, my fingers worked — I counted up to seven. But how the heck do fingers work when counting to eleven? For ten plus five, I shook my head; yes, meContinue reading “Ten Fingers”
The Lonely Meatball 