Interview with Ms. Bon By Nola

Ms. Bon is Mr. Flaig's replacement. She is a science teacher in upper sea pod. She only teaches science not any other subjects. She was a student teacher here 25 years ago and is now a teacher here full time. She was substituting but isn't any more she started working with a Guatemala library books to give books to people who don't have them. When she had her daughter she was very careful about giving too much homework. She feels that if she gives to much homework that that will take away from family time or having dinner with grandparents. Her favorite type of science is oceanography and biology. I think having Ms. Bon here will be great. I miss Mr. Flaig a lot but all the 6th graders are going to love Ms. Bon.

Pig Trouble By Lyla

December Riddles by Zidane

Answers to November Riddles 1. There are five children 2. A rainbow 3. Loneliness 4. An individual 5. A stapler December Riddles 1. What’s useless to one but priceless to two, can create and destroy but can never be touched? 2. What never stops progressing until the day you die? 3. What appears once in a minute, twice in a millennium, but never in a hundred years? 4. Let me breathe and I will thrive, give me a drink and I will die. What am I? 5. I send waves but not of water, can instate any kind of emotion, sit in your pocket or in your car. What am I?

Peopleless Pier By Odessa

I was perusing a peopleless pier when I saw the old man. He had grizzly hair, sunken eyes and a crooked nose, his grace humbled by his age. My feet chose on their own accord as I wandered over there. Silence gripped our shoulders like an overbearing parent. My breaths were as loud as the waves caressing the shore. “Hello,” I said and then words poured out of the crevices of our souls in a sweeping waterfall. Pleasantries were deleted like the dinosaurs and our words embraced like long lost friends. Our ages blown away with the fleeting tide. And our minds danced beneath the stars. He gifted me a necklace of pearls: wisdom, kindness and offered to wrap it around my heart. I traded him a cufflink of endless imagination to wear with his heart on his sleeve. We were trading our words in between the spaces of the world and we traded the world in between the spaces of our words. He told me that a single person could be wrapped up in a few words, that 10 or 11 letters could categorize someo...

The Panther Prints

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