Apple Sauce Literary Magazine Winter 2015, Vol. XV1, No.1 www.crestcollaborative.org Panku Creates The World Caroline, Wood Hill Middle School Creativity of 6th, 7th and 8th graders from Lawrence, Andover, Boxford, Haverhill, Methuen, Middleton and North Andover
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Published by the Enrichment Partnership of the CREST Collaborative, 480 Broadway, Methuen, MA 01844 2200 copies printed February, 2015, Neoprint, Inc., Chelmsford, MA ADVISORY COMMITTEE Jill Grahm Kathryn Turmel Catherine Cannon-Francis Erin Walsh Melissa Bramble Melissa Bettencourt Amy Siemasko Eileen Burke Kim Barry Paula Keleher Donna Morton Kathleen Kendall Ashley Longo Deb Adam Bill Borrelli Amy Curry Maria Greco Sandra Lheron Tamar Brady Apple Sauce Collaborative Alternative School (CREST), Methuen Comprehensive Grammar School, Methuen Doherty Middle School, Andover Gerard A. Guilmette Middle School, Lawrence Gerard A. Guilmette Middle School, Lawrence Howe-Manning School, Middleton Lifeways School (CREST), Methuen Marsh Grammar School, Methuen Parthum Educational Complex, Lawrence Sacred Hearts School, Haverhill Spofford Pond School, Boxford St. Augustine School, Andover St. Michael School, North Andover St. Michael School, North Andover Tenney Grammar School, Methuen Donald P. Timony Grammar School, Methuen Emily G. Wetherbee School, Lawrence West Middle School, Andover Wood Hill Middle School, Andover COMMUNITY ADVISORY BOARD Melissa Gaspar Director of the Flint Public Library in Middleton Joshua Kennedy Head of Children s Library, Boxford Town Library Beth Kerrigan Head of Children s Library, Memorial Hall Library, Andover Kathleen Moran-Wallace Head of Children s Services, Nevins Memorial Library, Methuen Gael Nappa Children s Library, Haverhill Public Library CREST s Apple Magazines Friends Committee Brooke Arakelian, Gayle Henney, Sandy Kelly, Matthew Kraunelis, Marianne Levis, Karen Lunny, Krista I. McLeod, Sue Pervival, Louise Sandberg, Cathy Zembruski Student Interns, CREST s Apple Magazines: Rachel Arone, MASCO 16; Sarah Clark, AHS 16; Grace Dever, AHS 16; Ariel Leachman, AHS 15; Alison Lunny, NAHS 16; Morgan McAnern, AHS 16; *Madeleine McKeon, MHS 15; *Caroline Mulligan, MHS 15; Amrutha Palaniyappan, AHS 16; Micheal Paulino, HHS 15; Madeline Perigaut, AHS 14; Hannah Roos, AHS 17; Sarah Scougall, MHS 18; Tarushi Sharma, AHS 15; Claire Vanderpot, MASCO 16; Casandra Wise, MHS 16 *CREST Journalism Award Winner Editor Kristen Hollenbeck, CREST Enrichment Director 978 685-3000 x121 khollenbeck@crestcollaborative.org Graphic Design Deborah Hines Executive Director CREST Collaborative Kim Oliveira Special thanks to Marsh Grammar School for hosting the AppleSauce Launch Night on March 18, 2015 Thanks to the generosity of many individuals and organizations, AppleSauce is distributed free to the contributing authors and artists, the participating schools, local libraries, other community organizations, Andover Bookstore, Smolak Farms and at Mann Orchards in Methuen. Please see pages 4 and 5 for more information.
CREST Enrichment Partnership s Publications and Programs C R E S T L C I M E D A C A O W B 18 Middle Schools, Grades 7 & 8, 325 Students, 6 month Academic competition, 4,000 alumni. Teams made by pairing a Lawrence school with an Andover, North Andover or Methuen school. Follow the tournament at www.crestcollaborative.org/ academicbowl Awards and Group Exhibit, April 14, 2015, at Lawrence Heritage State Park Visitors Center Art Gallery. Grades 11-12. Top Artists from Andover H.S., Lawrence H.S., Methuen H.S., Since 1988 More than 47 Elementary and Middle Schools, Grades K-8, 1700 Students, 63 classes. Pen Pals paired with a class in another Greater Lawrence community. Teachers sign up in September. 27,000 pen pals since 1985. 19 Elementary Schools, Grades 3-5, twice a year. Started in 2004. Next submission period: February, 2015 15 Middle Schools, Grades 6-8, twice a year. Started in 2000. Next submission period: March, 2015 4 High Schools, Grades 9-12, twice a year. Started in 2009. Next submission period: January, 2015 page 2 Apple Sauce
AppleSauce Support AppleSauce is a regional literary magazine showcasing the creative talents of sixth, seventh and eighth grade students from the 17 public elementary schools in the communities served by the CREST Collaborative s Enrichment Partnership: Lawrence, Andover, Methuen, Boxford, Middleton, Haverhill, St. Augustine School (Andover) and Sacred Hearts School (Haverhill) and Saint Michael School (North Andover). Through its many programs, listed on page 2, the Enrichment program strives to nurture the social and cultural bonds between the communities; challenge, develop, and showcase students skills and talents; provide new opportunities for students to explore, develop and succeed; and reinforce the educational goals of the participating schools. AppleSauce is made possible by the wealth of local talented young writers and artists, by the collaboration of the dedicated teachers who inspire, challenge, and encourage them, and by the support of individuals, foundations, businesses, organizations, PTOs, Friends, and the school districts. We welcome your support. CREST is a 501c3 non-profit tax-deductible public education organization. AppleSauce is distributed free throughout the Merrimack Valley: in the schools, libraries, youth centers, seniors centers, and other public places. Printing each issue is subject to funding. Ideally, we would like to be able to print and distribute 3,000 copies of AppleSauce to meet the demand. If you believe these magazines are valuable and can help us continue to provide future young authors and artists the opportunity to be published, please consider supporting the AppleSauce program with a tax-deductible contribution in any amount. Contributions will be acknowledged in the next AppleSauce publication. Matching gifts from employers are encouraged. Thank you for your generous support. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Please make your tax-deductible contribution payable to CREST - Enrichment and return this form to: Friends of the CREST Apple Magazines Enrichment Partnership - CREST Collaborative 480 Broadway, Methuen, Massachusetts 01844 Kristen Hollenbeck - Enrichment Director 978-946-0121 n Yes! I will support the AppleSauce program. n Apple of Our Eye, $1,000 and above $ n Angel - $500 n Benefactor - $250 n Patron - $100 n Sponsor - $50 n $25 n $ Name (as you wish to be listed): Address: City, State, Zip: Phone: Email: Student s Name: Student s Name: School: School: Winter 2015, Vol. XVI, No. 1 page 3
Financial Contributors This publication was made possible in part by the support of the participating school districts, contributions from individuals, businesses, organizations, and grants from: and the Lawrence Cultural Council, Andover Cultural Council, Boxford Cultural Council, Methuen Cultural Council and Middleton Cultural Council local agencies supported by the Massachusetts Cultural Council, a state agency Contributions received after we went to press will be acknowledged in the next editions of AppleSeed, AppleSauce and ApplePi. Thank You to All Our Contributors. Apple Of Our Eye Greater Lawrence Kiwanis Club Foundation Methuen Cultural Council Lawrence Cultural Council Angels Anonymous Benefactors Anonymous Rotary Club of Greater Lawrence Patrons Anonymous, Adamsczyk Family, Vineet Agarwal, The Bartlett Family, F. Gallo Lawn Care and Construction Krista McLeod and Matthew McKeon, Marsh School PTO, Steve Ouellette, Patrick and Estelle Schweizer Anonymous Anonymous Andover Cultural Council Boxford Cultural Council Middleton Cultural Council Frank and Leomary Bader Charlie and Laury Barbanti Shinivas Bolla Boxford Chinese School Bravo Family Tanya and Todd Brown Michael and Susan Burns Richard J. Byers, Attorney At Law Abel Cano James and Amy Clark Clement Family Corrine Connors Donna Coppola Easley Family Michael and Kelley Fleming Sandra Lynn Foreman Xiomara Garcia The Gaudin Family Krista Galligani Mary and Jeffrey Gealow Dawn Gillette Mark and Virginia Grossman Sponsors and Donors Guerra Family Scott and Joanne Harkins Jay and Catherine Healey Felix F. Hernandez Ridwan and Christine Himawan Hong Huang and Caixia Guo Arthur and Katherine Iworsley Michelle and Steven Jankowski Nigel and Mary-Jo Keenan Teresa and Andy Kelley The Kennefick Family Ariel Kim s Family Minji Kim The Kioko Center, LLC Pediatric Speech and Occupational Therapy Kojokuru Family The Lacroix Family Karen and Andrew Lazar Deb Littlefield Marlene Liu Rajendra and Poornima Malliwal Kevin and Beth Anne Maresca Michael and Karen Martin Patti and Meghan McDonough Robert McKersie and Michele O Toole Fadi Melki Joe Pern Napoli Pizza and Subs James and Maura O Brien Brian and Katherine O Neil Jeremy Partyka Santa Pena Edwin and Kate Powers Kathleen Quill Leslie Quinlan Gregoria Rosario Ramamurty Sambangi Sayegh Family Serapiglia Family Smith Family Sorenson Electric, Inc. Keri Stella Eleanor Storch Kimberly Swift Sydney, Nga and Dighduy Tran Stephanie Vaccaro Sonia Virmani Warner Family Ari White Bill Willard and Liz Michalski Christopher and Aileen Yates Guoshauai Zhang Pearl Zhu page 4 Apple Sauce
Friends Committee Members Brooke Arakelian (North Andover), Karen Lunny (North Andover), Krista I. McLeod (Methuen), Marianne Levis (Methuen), Gayle Henney (North Andover), Cathy Zembruski (Methuen), Sandy Kelly (Andover), Sue Pervival (North Andover), Louise Sandberg (Lawrence), Matthew Kraunelis (Methuen), Monica Gallacher (Andover) and Leslie Quinlan (Lawrence). Friends of CREST s Apple Magazines AppleSeed (grades 3-5), AppleSauce (grades 6-8) and ApplePi (grades 9-12) showcase and nurture creative writing and artistic expression. In addition, the magazines and the launch events build connections among students and communities. The Friends of the CREST Apple Magazines is a group of parents, teachers, community leaders, and professionals who have joined to support these three extraordinary publications. The Friends of CREST s Apple Magazines have five main goals: Ensure the magazines become financially secure Improve and expand the distribution of the magazines in the community Expand the resources for teachers to use the magazines in classrooms Support the growing number of high school student assistant editors Create new opportunities for students to read, exchange ideas, learn, and be recognized We are currently looking for more members. We meet Monday evenings three times a year. If you would like join us or have ideas about how we can accomplish our goals, please be in touch. Winter 2015, Vol. XVI, No. 1 page 5
About This Magazine AppleSauce is a bi-annual regional middle school literary magazine serving 17 middle schools in Greater Lawrence. Started in 2000, its main purpose is to showcase the creative talents of sixth, seventh and eighth grade students from the public schools in the communities served by the CREST Collaborative s Enrichment Partnership: Lawrence, Andover, Boxford, Methuen, Middleton and Haverhill. Our mission is: To build bridges among our communities and create opportunities for all students to succeed. Through its many programs, which serve thousands of students from grades K through 12, we strive to nurture the social and cultural bonds between the communities; challenge, develop, and showcase students skills and talents; provide new opportunities for students to develop; and reinforce the educational goals of the participating schools. Works are submitted to AppleSauce twice a year through the advisors at the participating schools. With the help of our community advisory board and Friends Committee, follow-up readings are held at the public libraries and other venues in our communities. Students interested in submitting pieces to AppleSauce should contact their school s advisor. All submissions must be accompanied by a submission form, which is available from the advisor and from other teachers at the school. Advisors will be submitting pieces to us for the next issue of AppleSauce in the Spring of 2015. In order to reach a large readership, AppleSeed, AppleSauce and ApplePi are distributed free throughout the Greater Lawrence community-- in the schools, libraries, youth centers, senior centers, other public places, at Mann Orchards in Methuen, Smolak Farms in North Andover and Andover Bookstore in Andover. Each published contributor receives several complimentary copies. Excerpts from the magazines are also available electronically on the CREST website (without the last names). Through the hard copies and electronic copies, we estimate that between 5,000 and 10,000 people read each issue we publish, which is usually about 1,200-2,500 copies, depending on funding. Ideally, we would like to be able to print and distribute 4,000 copies of AppleSeed, 3,000 copies of AppleSauce and 2,500 copies of ApplePi to meet the demand. AppleSauce is made possible by the wealth of local talented young writers and artists, by the collaboration of the dedicated teachers who inspire, challenge, and encourage them, and by the support of the school districts, individuals, foundations, businesses, organizations and PTOs. We welcome your support. CREST is a 501c3 non-profit tax deductible public education organization. If you, your business or organization is interested in receiving or distributing our magazines on a regular basis, please contact the Friends Committee (see page 5). In addition to financial support, our areas of need include parent volunteer help with editing, typing, scanning, distribution, registration at launch nights, videotaping, audiotaping, publicity, and recognizing the people who make these magazines possible. If you would like to help or join us, please contact Kristen Hollenbeck at the CREST Central Office, 978 685-3000 x110, khollenbeck@crestcollaborative.org, or a member of our Friends Committee (see page 5). High school students who are interested in helping produce AppleSeed, AppleSauce and ApplePi are encouraged to get in touch with us. Our meetings are on Tuesday afternoons from mid September through the end of May. These student editors play an active role in the selection, editing and publishing process for all three magazines. page 6 Apple Sauce
Apple Magazine Advisors ANDOVER: Ms. Patricia Graham, Bancroft Elementary School; Ms. Catherine Cannon-Francis, Doherty Middle School; Ms. Emily Allen, High Plain Elementary School; Ms. Patricia Barrett, Sanborn Elementary School; Ms. Kathleen Kendall, St. Augustine School; Ms. Kasey O Dea, St. Augustine School, Andover; Ms. Julianne Toomey-Kautz, South Elementary School; Ms. Hannah Robins, West Elementary School; Ms. Jamie Kaplan, West Elementary School; Ms. Sandra Lheron, West Middle School; Ms. Tamar Brady, Wood Hill Middle School; BOXFORD: Ms. Donna Morton, Spofford Pond School; HAVERHILL: Ms. Paula Keleher, Sacred Hearts School; Ms. Dawn Pavlini, Sacred Hearts School; Ms. Danielle Bouchard, Silver Hill Horace Mann Charter School; LAWRENCE: Ms. Kim Barry, Parthum; Ms. Melissa Bramble, Guilmette; Ms. Erin Walsh, Guilmette; Ms. Maria Greco, Emily G. Wetherbee School; Ms. Leslie Quinlan, The Oliver Partnership School; Ms. Amy Salafia, John K. Tarbox School; Ms. Rebecca Cherry, John K. Tarbox School; METHUEN: Ms. Tara Croteau, Comprehensive Grammar School; Ms. Linda D Angelo, Comprehensive Grammar School; Ms. Kathryn Turmel, Comprehensive Grammar School; Ms. Jill Grahm, Collaborative Alternative School (CREST); Ms. Amy Siesmasko, Lifeways School (CREST); Ms. Cara Longevin, Lifeways School (CREST); Ms. Eileen Burke, Marsh Grammar School; Ms. Karen Farrell, Marsh Grammar School; Mr. Bill Borrelli, Tenney Grammar School; Ms. Anne Marie Erler, Tenney Grammar School; Ms. Sabrina Provost, Tenney Grammar School; Ms. Amy Currie, Donald P. Timony Grammar School; Ms. Jill Ramey, Donald P. Timony Grammar School; MIDDLETON: Ms. Melissa Bettencourt, Howe-Manning School; NORTH ANDOVER: Ms. Deb Adam, Saint Michael School; Ms. Sharon Brady, Saint Michael School; Ms. Ashley Longo, Saint Michael School; Ms. Carol McCarthy, Saint Michael School; COMMUNITY PARTNERS: Kathleen Moran-Wallace, Head of Children s Services, Nevins Memorial Library, Methuen; Beth Kerrigan, Head of Children s Library, Memorial Hall Library, Andover; Joshua Kennedy, Head of Children s Library, Boxford Town Library; Gael Nappa, Children s Library, Haverhill Public Library; Melissa Gaspar, Director, Flint Public Library, Middleton 2014-15 Editorial Interns Rachel Arone, MASCO 16; Sarah Clark, AHS 16; Grace Dever, AHS 16; Ariel Leachman, AHS 15; Alison Lunny, NAHS 16; Morgan McAnern, AHS 16; Madeleine McKeon, MHS 15; Caroline Mulligan, MHS 15; Micheal Paulino, HHS 15; Amrutha Palaniyappan, AHS 16; Madeline Perigaut, AHS 14; Hannah Roos AHS 17; Sarah Scougall, MHS 18; Tarushi Sharma, AHS 15; Claire Vanderpot, MASCO 16; Casandra Wise, MHS 16 Winter 2015, Vol. XVI, No. 1 page 7
Praise for AppleSauce Gayle C. Heney AppleSauce gives students the opportunity to showcase their creativity through a professional looking publication that brings together the voices and artwork of 6th 8th graders in several schools and communities. It gives students the ability to share what s in their hearts and minds and encourages public speaking through public launch events. I have seen children and adults listen attentively to what these poets and artists have to say. This reinforces their self esteem and helps builds confidence. As the past poet laureate of North Andover, I am pleased that AppleSauce encourages students to sharpen their poetic and artistic skills while strengthening our Essex County poetry community with these new members. Gayle C. Heney, Producer & Host of the TV series Write Now Former 2-term Poet Laureate of North Andover Matt Kraunelis I believe that it is important for students to participate in the arts at a young age. Early exposure to poetry, visual art, and prose, fosters an appreciation of art and culture that often proves to be a life-long companion. The Apple Magazines offer a unique way for children to cultivate their creativity and see it through to the joy of publication. These magazines are an indispensable asset to the students, the school system, and the entire Merrimack Valley community. Matt Kraunelis, Author and founding member of the Robert Frost Foundation & Grey Court Poets. Jackie Davies I was lucky enough to come across copies of all three magazines Apple Seed, Apple Sauce, and Apple Pi and I was impressed by the quality of work produced by the students. The short stories used vivid language and displayed an uncommon sense of story structure pacing, rising conflict, and resolution. The poems were sharp, funny, thought provoking, and adept. The artwork provided a feast for the eyes, ranging in media as diverse as photography, oil painting, watercolor, and pottery. As if that weren t enough, the production value of the magazines themselves was exceptionally high, providing a fitting showcase for the extraordinary work within. Jackie Davies is a noted author of children s books, including: Where the Ground Meets the Sky, The Boy Who Drew Birds: A Story of John James Audubon, The Night Is Singing, The House Takes a Vacation, The Lemonade War, Tricking the Tallyman, Lost. Her website is: http://www.jacquelinedavies.net Marianne Levis These literary magazines continue to amaze me! I enjoy reading student pieces, admiring the artwork and photographs as well as the musical notes and lyrics. The student poems and stories are wonderful examples to share with students. They inspire the students to practice the traits of good writing and submit their own writing for publication. The competition is challenging, but worth the effort every semester. I like to use the magazines as a rich source for writing ideas in the classroom. Marianne Levis, Methuen High School, Methuen page 8 Apple Sauce
Contributors COMPREHENSIVE GRAMMAR SCHOOL, METHUEN Lucille Losing My Best Friend...18 Estefani Dominicana (Art)...13 Gabriela Giving My You (Art)...56 Briana Love Handle (Art)....30 Annabella Sunset Of The Summer (Art)....41 Dana A Burning Bridge...35 Arliny The Turkey (Art).............................61 Kaleigh A Monster s Heart...51 Soiri Winter Again...67 Julia Winter s First....46 Amelia Always Keeping One Eye Open (Art)...24 CREST COLLABORATIVE, METHUEN Justin East Boston...14 DOHERTY MIDDLE SCHOOL, ANDOVER Jason Different...52 Jason The Remarkable View.........................25 Michelle Sketch (Art)....19 Rachel Tulips And Pineapples (Photo)...56 Evelyn Freedom...14 Olivia & Kelley Footprints In The Snow....32 Jack The Sinking....40 Emily Snail Mail (Art)...61 Joyce The Reptilian Ruler (Art)...47 GERARD A. GUILMETTE MIDDLE SCHOOL, LAWRENCE Nadeshka Untitled (Art)...16 Ouanny Left Behind...54 Carolina Untitled (Art)...27 Madison Untitled (Art)...44 Crystal Untitled (Art)...37 HOWE-MANNING SCHOOL, MIDDLETON Katie The Glowing Sky....60 Katie Bluebird In Black (Art)...23 Katie Wild Moose On Wildcat (Art)...34 Mason Rocco (Photo)....24 Mason Jellyfish (Art)....33 Sophie Seeing Double (Art)...28 Bianca Sunset (Photo)....49 Spring 2014, Vol. XV, No.2 page 9
Contributors MARSH GRAMMAR SCHOOL, METHUEN Cassandra Words Hurt (Art)...17 Gabriella Fancy Feline (Art)...22 Kerri Secret Shadows...26 Anastasia Cupcake Man! (Art)...43 Abby Dance of the Snow Queen....31 Aaron The Beauty of Hockey....68 Aaron Chicago Blackhawks Logo (Art)...69 Emma Untitled (Art)...54 Chelsea Iron Fist, Broken Heart...53 Abigail What A Wonderful World (Photo)...48 Erik van Alone In The World...34 Isabella Hibernation (Art)...39 PARTHUM EDUCATIONAL COMPLEX, LAWRENCE Shaymai Untitled (Art)...36 Luismel Globe (Art)...67 Gloitchelle Untitled (Art)...44 Karina Untitled (Art)...13 Alyssa Untitled (Art)...23 Manases Untitled (Art)...51 Christian Untitled (Art)...18 Lyndsey Untitled (Art)...Inside Front Cover Chynna Untitled (Art)...32 Jone Untitled (Art)...70 Jazyiah Untitled (Art)...55 SACRED HEARTS SCHOOL, HAVERHILL Emily Hurt...52 Haley Our Book Lives....59 Liliana A Mother s Day Present (Art)...63 Maria Freedom...46 John Lake View Manor (Art)...57 Colin Morning Safari (Art)...72 Aidan Snow...38 Katelyn Peaceful Paradise...28 Aidan To Honor And Appreciate....63 Aidan In Remembrance (Photo)...Back Cover Ryan The Football Game...68 Brandon Vineyard Vines (Art)...50 page 10 Apple Sauce
Contributors SPOFFORD POND SCHOOL, BOXFORD Colby I Am...22 Erika The Elephant s Gathering (Art)...50 Sullivan Absence Of Light...18 Zephyr Space....62 Addison The Dark....41 Abigail Humming Bird Is Somewhere (Art)....26 Ainsley Imagine....69 Andrew Stevens Pond Fall Reflection (Photo)....59 Madelyn The Hidden Necklace...30 Brayden Plains...48 Jessica Jewel Of The Season (Art)...15 Faith I m Nuts For Nuts....36 JR Untitled (Art)...66 ST. AUGUSTINE SCHOOL, ANDOVER Ava Bird in the Night (Art)...41 Charlotte I Love You....26 Abigail The Midnight Moon...65 Maya The Outsider....53 Lauren Little Lamb (Art)....72 Lauren A Perfect Summer Day (Art)... Inside Back Cover Anni Owls (Art)....21 Anni Magic World (Art)....58 ST. MICHAEL SCHOOL, NORTH ANDOVER Michael Lamborghini Aventador (Art)...53 Deanna Peace, Love And Liberty (Art)...67 Deanna The Power Of One (Art).......................51 Addie Colors...56 Max Run....43 Nora Pink Rose Flower (Photo)...70 Juliana Strange Things Will Happen...20 Noah Football Teams (Art)...68 Caitlin Telephone Wire Perch (Art)....45 Michael Cam Newton (Art)...62 Sebastian Cigarettes Are Jerks (Art)....38 TENNEY GRAMMAR SCHOOL, METHUEN Megan Social Butterfly (Art)...38 Megan Softball...42 Emily It s OK To Be Different (Art)....33 Juliana Looking Through An Orb (Art)...23 Emily The Guardian (Art)...45 Amanda The Dreamer (Art)...16 Wilber Car (Art)...52 Ryan Arizona Cardinals Logo Drawing (Art)...69 Kairy Beautiful Beauty (Art)...59 Spring 2014, Vol. XV, No.2 page 11
Contributors DONALD P. TIMONY GRAMMAR SCHOOL, METHUEN Aliyah Messy Room................................57 Paulina Ode To Chicken Nuggets...70 Julianna Ode to Pandas...39 Eva Untitled (Art)...65 Amanda Untitled (Art)...43 Emma Untitled (Art)...29 Madelyn Ode To Doctor Who....36 Samantha Excerpt From Gelato In San Gimgimignao...21 WEST MIDDLE SCHOOL, ANDOVER Yashiva Pretty In Black (Art)...31 Juliana Playful Cat In The Living Room (Art)....55 Kirk Catching The Train...62 Kate Winter (Art)...19 Cole The Alpha You Were...15 Taylor Boston Strong...48 Melissa Harry Potter (Art)...42 Gavin Another Day...37 Mangai California Girl....24 EMILY G. WETHERBEE SCHOOL, LAWRENCE Julissa Dyslexia...71 Angel The Coaster....64 Analiz Chloroplasts...58 Adimir Roller Coaster Fun...42 Emily Backwards...29 Ambar My Future (Art)...47 Josselyn My Future (Art)...21 WOOD HILL MIDDLE SCHOOL, ANDOVER Tony High Above (Art)...27 Katherine Autumn....22 Justin His Poem...61 Jacob Holocaust...49 Aryaman A Great Desk....39 Jeremy The Bully....54 John Ancient China (Art)...66 Abigail Where I m From...33 Sabina In The Night...17 Caroline Panku Creates The World (Art)...Cover Dake Ocean Life (Art)...14 page 12 Apple Sauce
Dominicana Estefani, Comprehensive Grammar School Untitled Karina, Parthum Educational Complex Winter 2015, Vol. XVI, No. 1 page 13
Ocean Life Dake, Wood Hill Middle School East Boston Busses Pollution Parks Trains Crowds Stores Stray animals Alleyways Traffic Roads Pigeons Noises Bikes Sirens Planes Apartment buildings Trash Freedom Like a spirit of the wind The lead mare comes Charging Over the hill The rest follow after Five or six total Their fur is Matted Their manes full of burrs But this only adds to the wonder For even the most carefully groomed Stable horse Cannot compare to the beauty of Freedom Evelyn Doherty Middle School Justin Barnes CREST Collaborative page 14 Apple Sauce
Years ago, I would walk through the door And a mass Of sleek brown fur Toppled me over And you greeted me As the Alpha you were. Not so long ago, I would walk through the door And there you were Like a solid wall Striding around confidently As the Alpha you were. Now, As I walk through the door I see nothing Like the Black of night I hear nothing As a horrible deafness Overcomes me I only hear The fading echoes Of the Alpha you were. You, running Like a cheetah In the wind The Alpha You Were You, fight Like a tiger Standing its ground But you were so much more than that You were Surprising, in your ways Energetic, in your movements Beautiful, in your motions. But your memory survives In the people that you touched On the ground you walked You made us all feel In so many ways Like the Alpha you were For so long I didn t realize What I had But now you are gone And I ve run out of time. I may have loved you But I never paid attention, I took you for granted But you didn t mind You loved me still Like the Alpha you are. Cole West Middle School Jewel Of The Season Jessica Spofford Pond School Winter 2015, Vol. XVI, No. 1 page 15
The Dreamer Amanda, Tenney Grammar School page 16 Untitled Nadeshka, Gerard A Guilmette Middle School Apple Sauce
Words Hurt Cassandra, Marsh Grammar School In The Night The hooves of midnight, Death, And horror, Bolt past the dark mountains, Of the night, Their manes and tails flowing past, Their iron bridles strapped tightly on, The rider s cloak is darker than darkness, No face, No glowing eyes, Shiny silver boots clanking against the saddle, The moon is rising, The wolves are howling, There are no visible stars, For it is too dark to see them, The dust cloud behind them, Is thicker than the fog covering the horizon. Sabina Wood Hill Middle School Winter 2015, Vol. XVI, No. 1 page 17
Losing My Best Friend My best friend has paws, fur, a wet nose, and a tail that always wags His enthusiasm was leaving day by day Falling, limping, not even able to stand No quality of life, the decision was clear We took a car ride to the vet, silence was in the air The vet explained the process, an IV was started Medicine was given to make him sleepy and pain-free We were left alone as a family to say our goodbyes Untitled Christian Parthum Educational Complex Absence of Light A mysterious figure All dressed in gray Follows me all day by day Each time I move Each step I take Each breath I breathe Is repeated by this other It stays to the walls And keeps to the floors Hiding in the night Only to be seen in the light This is my companion The shadow Knowing that my dog was going to die made me feel depressed Something wet ran down my face, realizing it was tears of sadness There were no words spoken, no dry eyes The doctor came in with the final dose of medicine He took his last breath, the last wag of his tail His death was peaceful; like the winter, life faded away I will always miss his wet nose, wagging tail, and blonde fur He will never leave my heart Lucille Comprehensive Grammar School Sullivan Spofford Pond School page 18 Apple Sauce
Winter Kate, West Middle School Sketch Michelle Doherty Middle School Winter 2015, Vol. XVI, No. 1 page 19
I met a woman on the train today. She told me a tale, one that is new, unheard of. It was about a ballerina. I shall let her tell you the story. I was on my way to my first audition to be in a professional ballet company. There were girls everywhere. I went into an uninhabited practice room. The lights were off and the blinds were drawn, and there was a thin layer of dust on the barre. No one had danced there in a while; it gave me a sense that no one ever would. I sat down and prepped my feet for the dance shoes made of satin, wood and ribbon. This specific pair of pointe shoes was almost dead. The arch was cracked, the satin on the toes was ripped, and they stunk like rosin. Blood was spattered in various patterns across the ribbons and toes. I slid them on, not bothering to put on the toe pads. I pressed back and forth, up and down, hands white-knuckling the barre. I did some port de bras, tendus, degages, and rond de jambs. My toes clicked against the floor as I strode over to the stereo, pressing on and hoping for the best. The pop music station playing Stay High came on. I ran out to the center as it started. With the music fairly loud, some girls heard and ran to the room I was in, just to tell me to turn it down. I kept dancing and the audience was still. I went up for a battement and my supporting shoe broke. The arch gave out and I fell to the ground. Collective gasps shot around the room, bouncing off the echoing walls. I hesitated, then ran back over to my bag of mystery. Surely I must have to have another pair in here somewhere, I breathed to the girls. Fortunately, I did. Unfortunately, Strange Things Will Happen Juliana St. Michael School they were still in their packaging, new and perfectly stiff. And I had to audition in them. I sat beside the woman, intent on listening. You look fascinated, she laughed. I am. Please go on, I urged. All right then. Where was I? Ah, yes, audition. I stood in the wings, frightful of my chances being ruined. The shiny satin was too new, un-scuffed, and taut against my feet. Sure they were custom, but that didn t prove anything. Number 4-5-0-2, they announced. I slightly ran. There was a look of hesitation in my eyes, I m sure of it. The music crept through the ancient speakers, and I immediately stiffened up. I was as graceful as humanly possible and pushed through. I made it through to the last three. As I sat pointing and flexing my feet, bloody and raw from those dreadfully new lilac shoes, they called me into the office. You did exceptional today, Ms. Jennings, they said. Thank you for auditioning. We ll keep in touch. You may go home now. One ballerina in there seconded it. They never called me back. All of those countless hours at the studio, waiting by the phone. They were for nothing. I learned one thing. Even I apply to this. All ballerinas lie. Well this is my stop, she sighed. We exchanged goodbyes and the doors screeched and slammed shut. As I waited for my stop, I thought about what Ms. Jennings had said about ballerinas. I know that it s true. After all, I m a ballerina myself. page 20 Apple Sauce
Excerpt From Gelato In San Gimgimignano Just when I thought everything about that day couldn t get better I was proven wrong again. As we began our journey up a hill there was a line. Not just any line, a hungry line. They were waiting for gelato. This was the best gelato in the world. I m not just saying this because it was surreal. I m saying this because that s what I saw. There was a sign on the front door that said this gelato had won best ice cream in the world three times in a row. When I finally got to the lady behind the counter I could see twenty four different kinds of gelato. I personally got the caramel and the chocolate. The caramel was creamy and syrupy. If you let the ice cream settle in your mouth, just for a second more, there was a hint of sea salt. The chocolate was by far the most amazing thing I ever tasted. The flavor melted in my mouth. My taste buds danced. It was as if dark and milk chocolate were combined to make this masterpiece. There was an explosion of yumm s and mmm s as my family enjoyed the treat. My cousins got some sort of fruity concoction. They were not as in love with the chocolate as I was. The rest of us got mostly the same, chocolate, but with a different flavor to mix things up. Sadly the most amazing gelato that has been created had been finished. We threw away the wrappers and continued our adventure. Owls Anni St. Augustine School Samantha Timony Grammar School My Future Josselyn Emily G. Wetherbee School Winter 2015, Vol. XVI, No. 1 page 21
Autumn Many months ago, When I danced in the yard, Raking leaves into a pile to jump into. When we looked for every color leaf in the yard. When the swing set creaked while it was loaded with stuffed animals, And we found the clovers left behind from leprechauns. Before the wind was too hard, And the animals came out at night. Before raking wasn t a game anymore. Before I got too old to get my boots dirty, We played outside. Katherine Wood Hill Middle School Fancy Feline Gabriella Marsh Grammar School I Am I am unpredictable and clever I wonder why there are so many fences around me I hear the birds chirping in my ear I see the mountain and trees ahead I want my freedom I am unpredictable and clever I pretend I am a noble steed I feel the saddle on my back I touch the dirt beneath me I worry I will be locked up I cry when I get hit with the whip I am unpredictable and clever I understand how it feels to be so far away from home I say to myself I must be strong I dream to have a normal life again I try to break free I hope I will see my family again I am unpredictable and clever Colby Spofford Pond School page 22 Apple Sauce
Untitled Alyssa Parthum Educational Complex Looking Through An Orb Juliana Tenney Grammar School Bluebird In Black Katie Howe-Manning School Winter 2015, Vol. XVI, No. 1 page 23
California Girl I swam in the water, Full of glee, Soaking in the sunshine, As it shone on me. The mountainous valleys, And the endless Golden Gate, Was the California, I thought I d live in, Every day. The Hollywood roadways, And the popular Walk of Fame. This was the eye- popping L.A. we would drive to, On summer days. In Sacramento Valley, There was the finest produce, That never dilly dallied. There were orchards, That looked like Paradise Valley. Then I looked with gleaming eyes, And saw, The lustrous grape vines, The ripe Fiji apples, Clearing my mind. From the day I was born To the day I graduated fifth grade, San Francisco was the Only bay. Always Keeping One Eye Open Amelia Comprehensive Grammar School Mangai West Middle School Rocco Mason Howe-Manning School page 24 Apple Sauce
I grip a rock and tug myself up a steep step, which is barricading the stony path. The trail winds up through the isolated forest like a snake. It is veiled by wisps of grass, millions of pebbles and mud. I follow the path to a clearing in the trees. The earthy fragrances of proud evergreens and leaves from deciduous trees fade into the background as I move into the wide open area. I notice the seamless sky almost instantaneously. It is clear, and it is only obstructed with a few puffy clouds like marshmallows that seem to float in midair. I finally hike around the corner of a ridge, to observe my destination the lookout point called Charlie s Bunion. I trudge over to the rocky bluff and collapse onto a ledge immediately. My face drips with sweat, but the sun does not succumb. I remove my cherry red backpack from my drenched back, and open it with my hot, sweaty hands. I reach in and grab chocolate-covered pomegranates. I waste no time and decide to meticulously climb onto the main point of the rugged outcrop. The enormous lookout point is composed of stone. The stone has sharp slices and spikes, which is most likely the result of years of erosion. I snatch a handful of the smooth chocolate-covered pomegranates, and place them in my mouth. I devour them almost instantly. The richness and creaminess of the chocolate, blended with the revitalizing aspects of the fruity pomegranate, taste The Remarkable View scrumptious together. Jason Doherty Middle School Below me lies a petrifying cliff that leads to the base of the mountain. I finally gain enough confidence to tentatively stand up. An immense breeze blows boundlessly in my face. The wind whistles in my ear. The gust is rejuvenating, and it cools me down. I tower over everything below me. Now I understand why this spot receives so much prestige. I can see mountains for miles, through the haze and fog. The natural wilderness seems to go on forever. Ahead of me is a remarkable, panoramic view of the Great Smoky Mountains. Lingering fog lies below me, and we are able to witness a captivating view. I can effortlessly view mountains. They are blanketed with groves of trees and cliffs. The land is vast and serene. I climb off of Charlie s Bunion, and slide my sweaty backpack back on. I can hear chatter from fellow hikers, so I decide to begin my descent. The aromas of mountain flowers compliment the backdrop flawlessly. I feel a sense of accomplishment and authority. It seems as if I am alone with nature, and I am the only person in the world. Nature is influential and can bring the bliss out of people. As renowned naturalist, John Muir, once said, The Mountains are calling, and I must go. Hiking is one way to appreciate what nature has to offer. Winter 2015, Vol. XVI, No. 1 page 25
Secret Shadows The beautiful creatures of darkness Danced in the light Their faces blank And as dark as the night They mocked everyone around them Without making a sound I never really noticed But they were all around The colors of fall faded and the Snow began to fall The shadows disappeared There was hardly any at all The sun came out that day And in the snow I wanted to play I built a snowman Then stopped playing in the snow for a few Humming Bird Is Somewhere Abigail Spofford Pond School He had a shadow And I did, too Kerri Marsh Grammar School I Love You Never forget me. I will always remember you. You have always been there, but now you are gone. But before you go, let me say I love you so. You will always be in my heart. But before you go let me say one last I love you so. I will miss you forever. Think of you all the time and never forget you. I love you grandma so much and I am sad to see you go. I love you. Charlotte St. Augustine School page 26 Apple Sauce
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Peaceful Paradise Plop me on a sandy beach, and I am at peace! The cool ocean breeze gently blowing in my face and tousling my hair, The soothing sound of the waves lapping the shore, There is nothing on my mind. There is nothing I have to do. I have not a care or concern in the world. The warm sand, soft and swallowing my bare feet, The brilliant sun warming me from head to toe, Seagulls smoothly soaring high and low in search of lunch, The pleasant sound of laughter and fun, The sky is a beautiful blue laden with snow white clouds. The ocean is a dance of diamonds in the sunlight. Picnicking with my family on our blanket brightly colored with flowers, Climbing into the sea on slippery rocks in search of crabs and starfish, Bodysurfing each perfect wave of refreshing coolness, Thinking of my pistachio ice cream treat that will end this perfect day, The beach is my paradise. It is there that I find peace. Wouldn t it be wonderful If this peace followed me and you everywhere we went? Each day one of peace, joy, and happiness From beginning till end? Perhaps, if we all just work together for peace, We can make it happen! Katelyn Sacred Hearts School Seeing Double Sophie, Howe-Manning School page 28 Apple Sauce
Backwards It slowly climbs up to the top Loud heavy breathing People raise their arms They scream, Ahhhhhhh! But hold on, it tips back Loud screams erupt, louder than before The air blasts my face My heart beats fast, Thump thump thump. My eyes widen and my hands jump up Boop. Ride is over. I step off the coaster My. insides. feel. crushed. Emily Emily G. Wetherbee School Untitled Emma, Donald P. Timony Grammar School Winter 2015, Vol. XVI, No. 1 page 29
Love Handle Briana Comprehensive Grammar School I m a hidden necklace Can t you tell My owner can t find me But I m in the most obvious spot I was her favorite Of them all She can t replace me If I m her number one The Hidden Necklace She can t stop looking I think she s going insane She has looked up, down, over, and under I wish I could tell her I m in the most obvious spot of all She now stopped looking She went to her jewelry box To get a new necklace But then she found me In the most evident spot Madelyn Spofford Pond School page 30 Apple Sauce
Dance Of The Snow Queen Quiet, white flakes drift upon my windowsill, Only stop for a moment so I can bask in their wonder. In my bed, snug and warm, All I can think of is the cold of night, The dreamy, silvery moonlight streaming onto my covers, And the coming of old friends. They comfort me on this wonderful night, Whispering as they fall to the ground, Won t you come dance for us, Queen? I smile as I jump out of bed, And run for my warm boots and parka. Creeping past the other s doors, Who wouldn t care if a single snowflake ever existed? I finally jump out of the door, Stepping on dry patches of earth, as not to hurt my dear visitors. They stick to me like glue asking me yet again to dance for them. And so, I do. Throwing my parka to the side, I twist and turn, bow and curtsy, jump and glide, Until the cold surrounds me. They know it bothers me not, For I am the one who does not feel chill. I dance until I can dance no more, Then I run inside. Many years later, the visitors return, with the same comforting call, Won t you dance for us Queen? As you used to? I am too old and too tired to dance, I tell them. But I will watch them dance. And so, they do. As I sit on this quiet evening, I recall a time long ago, When the snow taught me to dance. Abby Marsh Grammar School Pretty In Black Yashiva West Middle School Winter 2015, Vol. XVI, No. 1 page 31
May never wanted to move. She never would have guessed that one day her mom would sit her down and say, We re leaving Texas and going to Massachusetts for my job. She was stunned, outraged and mostly terrified. What would the people there think of her? She was terrified of the thought of moving before, and even more terrified now that she was in a large, loud, and sickening moving truck. They pulled up to what May s mom called an old styled Cape house, which was surrounded by a dense never-ending forest. It was so snowy that it looked like someone had laid a white blanket over it, completely covering everything underneath it. Her mom noticed how uncomfortable May was sitting in the truck, and told her to take a walk in the new backyard and get some fresh air. May s mom sent her off into the woods with a new puffy winter coat and yelled, BE SAFE, MAY! DON T GET LOST! May couldn t believe how irresponsible her mom was being, letting a little, 8-year-old Footprints In The Snow Olivia and Kelley Doherty Middle School girl wander aimlessly around an unknown forest alone. She should be more careful and actually consider May s feelings for once. May was just about to turn around and go back to the truck; the wet snow seeping into her thin boots and her jacket itchy and uncomfortable suddenly all these thoughts and feelings quickly dissolved when she saw a pair of footsteps in the snow leading to a dark, gloomy part of the forest. She soon reached a cabin with smoke billowing from the chimney and a warm glow radiating from the windows. She stood there for a minute arguing with herself whether or not to go up to the cabin. In the end, her curiosity got the better of her, as always. As she hesitantly walked towards the odd cabin, she could see her reflection in the window and was glad to see some things hadn t changed. She still had long, wavy, chocolate brown hair, bright blue eyes, and freckles splattered across her nose. As she reached the door and turned the brass doorknob, she entered a world she never could have dreamed of Untitled Chynna Parthum Educational Complex page 32 Apple Sauce
Where I m From I am fluttering butterflies And blooming wildflowers I am from a silent owl, gliding Through the night. From the stars, the moon, The dawn and the dusk. I am from Grow, Plants, Grow! My very first book I am from Memorial Hall Library, Where I can just sit and read, I am from creating and crafting A story that took me far away from where I am. I am from music, from voices swelling together To create a song From calligraphy, and watching swirls of ink create A word, letter by letter I am from the apple-tree house Where I had to leave Savanna, my best friend But where I got Pioneer, Seraphina and Bottlenose, Three of my very first pets I am counting with my brother, Jonathan, And watching him light up from deep inside, With a smile spreading across his face I am from my mother, and my father, And my brother, Who taught me to Believe It s OK To Be Different Emily Tenney Grammar School Abigail Wood Hill Middle School Jellyfish Mason Howe-Manning School Winter 2015, Vol. XVI, No. 1 page 33
Alone In The World As the hard November rain falls, the voices all around me scream like banshees. The annoying screams are like a pulsating headache; they scream through my head like bullet trains. My life is a train wreck. The bottles are clanging around on the shelf above me as the thunder shakes the house. Even though I have everything I want, I still find myself depressed and alone. Every morning it seems that the earth stops whenever I wake up from my slumber. The openness of my home makes my words echo in my head as I walk up the granite stairs. The nothingness that I feel is not comparable to any soulless creature on the face of this planet. I wish I had lived elsewhere. Maybe I d learn to appreciate life if I didn t have all that I have. Never would I know this feeling and never would I want to. Since I ve been like this there s an ever burning flame making the water in me boil and steam out of my ears. I don t know when or why this started. I just hope I can resolve it Hopefully I can attempt this and try to make myself feel that I m actually worth something to this world and its inhabitants There is no turning back from the day that I start to the day that it ends. Erik Marsh Grammar School Wild Moose Katie Howe-Manning School page 34 Apple Sauce
A Burning Bridge If I burn this bridge, what will I risk? A light breeze causes it to sway through the air, The ancient wood squeaking softly as if begging me to make a decision, To put it out of its misery I shudder as I stare at the water below, The pale, foamy, and unimaginably cold liquid races through the small spaces Between the sharp rocks that are at home at the bottom of the ravine If I burn this bridge, I will never be able to rebuild it Or return to the other side Hesitantly, I pull a match from its box and light it, Before even considering changing my mind, I throw it It lands with a soft thud and becomes a small flame, illuminating the panel of wood on which it settled As I watch this small match slowly eat the bridge, I wonder, How could something so miniscule weaken something once so great and strong? Bits of ash and wood gracefully twist and turn through the air and are consumed By the churning rapids I look across at the other side one last time before I leave Through the gloom of the dense forest, evil, beady, red eyes pierce me through the darkness Reminding me I made the right choice Dana Comprehensive Grammar School Winter 2015, Vol. XVI, No. 1 page 35
Ode To Doctor Who In the Style of Ode to a Bicycle by Ken Nesbitt Doctor Who, Doctor Who Traveling through time and space, Hundreds of years, Hiding behind a new face. Doctor Who, Doctor Who Just the doctor, that s his name, Rose, Donna, Captain Jack, and Martha, Through the years he has gathered fame. Doctor Who, Doctor Who And Amy Pond the girl who waited, For the raggedy man in the blue box, A new time lord was created. Doctor Who, Doctor Who Clara, tell me was I a good man? Don t leave! It s me, the doctor you know, Tell me! Please, I need to understand. Madelyn Timony Grammar School Untitled Shaymai Parthum Educational Complex I m Nuts For Nuts I am a pistachio, almond, and peanut lover. But to be honest my all-time favorite nut is a cashew. Especially when it s smothered in cinnamon and sugar, but we all know that s not on the food pyramid. I ll admit it, I m nuts for nuts! Every nut has their special excitement. I love pistachios because you can crack open their shell and devour the deliciousness inside. When I was an itty-bitty (my version of a toddler), I used to think the pistachios were hiding from the world. Poor tachios! I admire peanuts because if you bring a whole lot of em you can crush them to bits on the floor of Fenway Park. But don t eat the shells! YUCK! I think you get the idea that every nut has its own values. I like cashews. Wait, no scratch that, I love cashews!!! But, (this might be cheating), my absolute FAVORITE creamy form of nut is drum roll please NUTELLA!!! It s my best friend, my life, my world, my universe, and my galaxy. I shall not speak of it anymore or my mouth will over-flow. Let s talk about cashews; chewy, tan, and delicious cashews. Oh no, quick, talk about something else! Ummm, peanuts! Crackling, tasty, ballpark bound peanuts. I must end this abruptly or I will have to have an immediate brunch! Faith Spofford Pond School page 36 Apple Sauce
Untitled Crystal, Gerard A. Guilmette Middle School Another Day As I walk outside I behold the cadaverous skies Long, glassy fingers hang onto the entirety I deftly slide down the snow feeling the cold from my frosted feet to my head I stare in awe at the pearly winter moon The land is snatched in its chilled hands I stagger to the stream as the gentle hush shelters the land It s frozen over, screams my brother. It s frozen over! The water relented to the cold, becoming one with the land We sneak over, it feeling the small cracks I slide around onto the sleek ice, feeling its irregularities My brother leaps onto the ice as I watch with fastidious care As we get bored, we decide to move on We trudge through the deep snow as it grasps our legs with every step A bright blue sled, we pull out Flying down the hill, we feel the adrenaline build up inside of us A miniscule jump launches us and we fly into the snow We run back to the house chilled to the bone The fire melts us like butter The cold harshly snaps at our fingers But we still want to go out again another day Gavin West Middle School Winter 2015, Vol. XVI, No. 1 page 37
Snow Snow, snow gently drifting to the ground, For when winter comes, snow will come as well, Snow is the messenger of winter, From skiing to tobogganing to making snow balls. Snow, snow gently drifting to the ground, Falling in the form of unique white snowflakes, A pure, natural blanket, Sparkling under the sun. Snow, snow gently drifting to the ground, Treasure the gift of snow before it melts! Aidan Sacred Hearts School Social Butterfly Megan Tenney Grammar School Cigarettes Are Jerks Sebastian, St. Michael School page 38 Apple Sauce
A Great Desk Plain white, with numerous, Stains, Of memories, The foundation of, Academics, Messed with red-marked, Faded paper, But all in all, A museum, Whatever comes, Stays, From the first pencil, To the last, Souvenir, The words, clean up, Spoken by my mother, Will never, Register in my, Mind, You call me, A mini-hoarder, But I think of it, As collecting, Memories Ode To Pandas In the Style of Ode to a Bicycle by Ken Nesbitt Pandas, Pandas Black and white Chomping on bamboo They never fight Pandas, Pandas Grazing through the grass Lying on their backs Filled with sass Pandas, Pandas, Cuddly and warm Soft and fluffy Even cuter when they re born Pandas, Pandas Blending in with the snow My favorite animal They just go with the flow Julianna Timony Grammar School Aryaman Wood Hill Middle School Hibernation Isabella, Marsh Grammar School Winter 2015, Vol. XVI, No. 1 page 39
The violent lurching of the ship caused James to lose his balance and begin a long decent towards icy waters. He summersaulted over and over and just as he thought he would hit the water, his body collided against one of the steel funnels and collapsed under the impact. He tried with all of his strength to climb alongside the railing and back up to the stern of the vast ship, but it was to no avail for the numbing water had rendered him helpless. All he could do now was wait there, drenched in the sub-zero water that had sloshed up onto the slowly sinking bow of the ship. As this ship grew closer, disappearing into the ominously dark ocean, he had to cling harder and harder to the funnel. Around him, people were letting go and falling into the water. He cringed with each sickening thud when the people who had missed the water hit the deck or smokestacks. As he stared down the ship, lines that held the smokestacks in place began to crack like a bullwhip and the first funnel broke free. He could see a small group of people huddled on top of the falling funnel and could swear that one of them had made eye contact, if only for a brief second, as if to plead for help. To his horror, only a small fraction of the people who had been on the funnel when it crashed into the water resurfaced and most were swept away by the tsunamilike wave created by the impact of the funnel. How could this have happened? The ship was supposed to be unsinkable, James thought. He was awoken from his thoughts by the loudest wrenching of all. It was as if the ship was taking its very last breath before slipping into the icy darkness. The boat The Sinking Jack Doherty Middle School tore in half in front of his eyes, sending sparks and wires flying in every direction. The people who were around that area fell through the gaping hole and into the mess of broken rooms. Several tried to rush over to save those who clung to either side of the tear in the ship for dear life, but fell in as the boat lurched. The bow of the boat then pulled loose with a jaw-wrenching scrape, sending debris flying in every direction. James hat that he had received from his father as a going away present slipped off of his head and slowly fluttered into the ocean. He reached down with panic to retrieve it, but it was long gone. The bow slipped under the ocean at an astonishingly fast speed and the stern slowly followed. The stern slid towards the water at a speed James had never experienced. After he could no longer handle the quick decent of the stern, James let go and cascaded down into the water. When he hit the water, he instantly lost his breath to the cold. He swam towards the surface, trying to get a breath of air but couldn t, for desperate people clung to his head to stay afloat. He could faintly hear the anguished cries of the people as they swam around in the water, desperately looking for an escape from the cold. Get off, James gurgled, but was drowned out by the water. As he thrashed the water s surface, the corners of his eyes began to darken. The dull throbbing of the water numbed his movement until all he could do was bob under the water. He snuck in a quick breath before being pulled under again. He managed to get a glimpse of the word Titanic, painted below the bow, and then silently slipped under the water. page 40 Apple Sauce
Bird in the Night Ava St. Augustine School The Dark Sunlight spilled onto the rug as the sun rose, filling the room with happiness. Bright as the sun it raged in the sky. Then, darkness took over, like lava sliding down the side of a volcano. Her heart skipped a beat, kicking, and thrashing. There was no way out. She had been sucked into it. The hole of emptiness grew and over powered the light of day. Screaming with frustration and anger. The fire in her eyes blazed. She searched for a way out, but looking for a way out was like finding a needle in a haystack. The girl could still see a speck of light. When she reached for it, her eyes flashed opened. She was in the same room as before, but now filled with moonlight. The calm sound of the trees swaying in the wind was all she could hear. The hand-sewn quilt and wooden bed were in the same place as before. There was no trace of the hole to be seen. Her emotions had taken over. Fury. Addison Spofford Pond School Sunset Of The Summer Annabella, Comprehensive Grammar School Winter 2015, Vol. XVI, No. 1 page 41
Roller Coaster Fun I get on board Put on the lap bar Roller coaster starts Up the lift hill Rocking back and forth Looking over the edge Seeing tiny people 100 degree drop Faster than light Up and over Twist and turn Screaming and yelling Everybody s hands up Down a hill once more Twisting upside down Back to the bottom Brakes go off Everyone laughing and cheering Best roller coaster thrill ever Roller coaster fun. Adimir Emily G. Wetherbee School Harry Potter Melissa West Middle School Softball Bats and gloves Running, stealing, sliding Stepping on home Dirt field Megan Tenney Grammar School page 42 Apple Sauce
Cupcake Man! Anastasia Marsh Grammar School Run John ran as fast as he could chasing after the boy in the yellow Puma shirt. Gasping for air, his knees felt like water. He had run for four straight miles, currently in second, John refused to give up. He ran faster than he ever had before; he needed the $500,000 to help his mom and dad. John grew up in a nice house but had to move because of financial struggles. They moved to a really small duplex that was cozy but crowded for him and his two sisters. He ran as fast as he could, feeling sick. It only made him run faster. He was within ten feet of the yellow-shirted boy; he could see the finish line. He heard his parents chanting loudly, he smiled and ran faster. He could reach out and touch the boy, finally passing him and extremely close to the finish line. He could almost feel the gratitude and zeal of his close achievement. He ran faster, ten more feet, he crossed the finish line! He won, but passed out. When he awoke, he was in his bed with his whole family around him. John had finally fulfilled one of his life-long goals of helping his parents and making them proud. It was the best feeling in the world. Max St. Michael School Untitled Amanda Donald P. Timony Grammar School Winter 2015, Vol. XVI, No. 1 page 43
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Freedom Stroking the keys: smooth and cold Sending my fingers flying, Setting free the music trapped within: Gentle, harsh, soft, loud, sweet, jarring. Letting all my emotions go into The thing I love. Infusing the music with a hidden power: Anxiety, anger, fear, love, sadness, joy. Pouring all my hopes and dreams Into the song. Setting free the worries with the music, The love with the music, The anguish with the music. Telling a story that none can judge, Never too silly, dramatic or childish. Bringing people together Through a mutual love. Moving hearts and minds To the thoughts of Heaven. Love, joy, despair, hope; Music expresses it all, But the most important thing it shows is Freedom. Maria Sacred Hearts School Winter s First I look out the window To the trees so high Touching the brilliant, clear, blue sky As the leaves let go And flutter below I most definitely know It s time for winter s first snow Julia Comprehensive Grammar School page 46 Apple Sauce
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Boston Strong Blue is Boston Yellow is strong Blue is the pain of deaths Yellow is the happiness of healing Blue is the joy of marathons Yellow is the sadness of bombs Blue is confidence Yellow is working together Blue is getting through hard times Yellow is not giving up We are Boston! We are strong! Taylor West Middle School Plains In this lowly field I can see millions of beautiful stars That flow down a river to my eyes. Looking across the plain I can see the world going up, up, up, And almost touch the clouds. But this highly mountain is only a stone from here. Morning came, but it was the moon instead, Using whispering winds to soothe me. My home is far, far, far away but this vast plain makes me feel Like I can see it anyway. Brayden Spofford Pond School What A Wonderful World Abigail, Marsh Grammar School page 48 Apple Sauce
Sunset Bianca, Howe-Manning School Holocaust I sat on the other side of the barbed wire fence The little boy stared at me through the metal He looked cold and his bright red nose was overflowing with snot and mucus He ran his frail hands through the dirt and murmured something to me In some European language I think it was Polish The young boy played with the dangling fringe on his sleeve I was then called in by my mother for supper It was a delicious steak dinner with potatoes After dinner I trotted my little legs over to the fence where the boy and I were sitting But I only saw the fringy sleeve and drag marks leading to the large warehouse Jacob Wood Hill Middle School Winter 2015, Vol. XVI, No. 1 page 49
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A Monster s Heart A monster s heart can be mended and sewn, but how to fix a human heart, that is unknown When trust is broken it can t be repaired so treat your heart with care A monster s mind can be tampered, played with and split, but a human mind cannot do this. Keep it on track, keep it safe and make sure it stays straight. Kaleigh Comprehensive Grammar School Untitled Manases Parthum Educational Complex The Power Of One Deanna, St. Michael School Winter 2015, Vol. XVI, No. 1 page 51
Hurt Pain is a powerful thing. Slowing down your thought process, Making you totally unaware of your surroundings. It is terrifying to think about, But even more terrifying to feel. Pain makes life extremely difficult. Suddenly time starts to slow down. This heavy burden stops you from truly living. Walls closing in on your mind. Pain will control you, Unless you control the pain. When these hard hitting feelings come to mind, I wince at the thought of being hurt, Physically and especially emotionally. Emily Sacred Hearts School Different What s wrong with being different? According to other kids, it s everything. If you re not a 12-year-old boy that plays sports, you don t belong here. But why is that bad? If anything, being different is good. It s a chance to create something extraordinary. So, if children tease you for being different and not playing sports, all they re saying is, I m jealous because you re unique. Jason Doherty Middle School Car Wilber Tenney Grammar School page 52 Apple Sauce
Lamborghini Aventador Michael, St. Michael School Iron Fist, Broken Heart When I walk down the hall, I feel as if I m the ruler of the world. When I sculpt, I can finally be me. When I write, I have a chance to scream. But, when I walk into a room, I am the dirt they step all over. When I run, I feel as if everybody just stops and stares. When I sing, I am the focus of their conversations. At some points, I have an iron fist. But, at most points, I have a broken heart. Chelsea Marsh Grammar School The Outsider They mock, tease, criticize, and laugh. Everyone judges you by how you look in a photograph. The saying goes that beauty is only skin deep. That once you take looks away from them, there is only a sole that weeps. To the world today looks are all that matters. All their comments and insults hitting you like daggers. I am not one of them. I refuse to be one. I am an outsider. Casted out by stereotypes. I am original. I am different. I am an outsider. Maya St. Augustine School Winter 2015, Vol. XVI, No. 1 page 53
The Bully The cold winter breeze Snow rising as each flake hits the ground Outside it s cold, making my fingers numb Hoping he would leave me alone I gave him my money He starts to call me names Everyone, my friends egging him on Are they really my friends I look into the crowd People chanting fight, telling me I m weak I didn t see it coming A black eye, a bloody lip What did I do I did nothing He takes my shoes Kicks me Loser, he says The school laughing at me I walk home through the snow My feet freezing and numb I m tearing up and start to cry My mom bursting into tears I didn t sleep Thinking about the next day as the bus turns the corner of the snowy road I walk up slowly up the steps He stands up and looks at me Jeremy Wood Hill Middle School Left Behind Everybody changes And passes the ranges. They pass through phases And forget their praises. They forget about their friends, But yet this is not going to end. They act like someone they re not The cause is all those things they forgot, And leave others behind Like we re the ones lost in time. They re the ones changing And we re the ones leaving To find a world that accepts us Not somewhere the disease is contagious Ouanny Gerard A. Guilmette Middle School Untitled Emma Marsh Grammar School page 54 Apple Sauce
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Tulips And Pineapples Rachel Doherty Middle School Colors Colors, colors, everywhere, On your shoes and on your hair, On your clothes you always wear, Even on a grizzly bear! I love colors, they re so fun, Count them in the rainbow one by one, Red, orange, yellow, green, and blue, Don t forget indigo, and violet too. As you can see, there are a ton, Now this poem is sadly done! page 56 Giving My You Gabriela Comprehensive Grammar School Addie St. Michael School Apple Sauce
Messy Room In the style of Messy Room by Shel Silverstein Whosever room this is should be ashamed! It is the child or the parent that should be blamed. There are foul smelling socks still tucked in the sneakers, The sneakers have been thrown over by the T.V. speakers. There are dirty underpants hanging from the bed post, But the unmade bed is what you notice most. Someone scribbled crayons all over the wall, The furniture is still broken and is ready to fall. There s a stale piece of molded bread lying on the floor, The knob is hanging by a thread off the door. A pile of dirty laundry in the corner of the room has been there for a weeks, You wouldn t even know there was a dog under there until his bark squeaks. Whosever room this is should be ashamed! They clearly don t know how a clean room should be maintained. Huh? You say it s mine? Oh, dear, I knew it looked familiar! Aliyah Timony Grammar School Lake View Manor John, Sacred Hearts School Winter 2015, Vol. XVI, No. 1 page 57
Chloroplasts The warm rays of the fire filled sphere hitting the emerald leaves of the plants, starting the beautiful process of something we like to call photosynthesis. The rays of the burning sunlight reach for the leaf of a prickle of grass, and shining on the scattering chloroplasts of the plant. The chloroplasts then absorbs the scalding rays, followed by the carbon dioxide that we breathe out in one puffy, clouded breath, whether it be a breath of relief or worry, the plants don t care. Then after that, it is the luscious water that we drink, and the flow of the invisible oxygen that we breathe in. They all work together to make the plants meal of the day: Sugar, also known as glucose. So have fun, chloroplasts, supplying the plant with food and the beautiful green color that we see every day. Analiz Emily G. Wetherbee School Magic World Anni, St. Augustine School page 58 Apple Sauce
Our Book Lives Books were written for their readers. They stimulate our minds Making them twist and twirl with thoughts. We can escape into books Traveling from one reality to the next. The words sweep you away to faraway places Using your own unique perspective and ideas, But just like a snowflake, none of these lives are alike. They are inspired by your mind s own flow of imagination And how you wish to experience that existence. We can be different characters and live different lives in books, But it is hard to do that in our real lives. Beautiful Beauty Kairy Tenney Grammar School Haley Sacred Hearts School Stevens Pond Fall Reflection Andrew, Spofford Pond School Winter 2015, Vol. XVI, No. 1 page 59
Long lines of people snake out Ayla s door. They ve come to pay 3 golden coins to get their wishes granted since rumor has it that Ayla can grant wishes if given three days. I wish that I ruled the world! exclaims a man. That was a common one. The power of flight was a close second. Their little city of Ploolinks had become chaotic with one person ruling the world one day, another ruling it the next. Ayla scribbles the man s wish down on a yellowed scrap of paper, accepts his money, and puts the wish into the growing pile to grant that night. At 9:00 p.m., the lines die down and Ayla gets to work. She collects every scrap of paper in the pile and dips each one into an ancient clay bowl filled with lemon juice. Then, she drops each ragged piece of paper into the magical pot to simmer for three days. After the wishes have collected the necessary magic from the pot, the papers disintegrate and the wishes come true. There s nothing magical about Ayla, though. She s just an ordinary human being. It s the pot that was found by her greatgreat-great-great-great-great grandfather and passed down through the generations that is magical. Ayla changed this magical pot into a money maker instead of using it to help the world as her ancestors did before The Glowing Sky Katie Howe-Manning School her. This pot had actually caused wars and conflict as the townspeople have become greedier and desired more and more power. Only the rich have the gold to pay for wishes, so the rich are now ruling the poor in Ploolinks. Ayla s scheme has thrown the ecosystem of Ploolinks dangerously out of balance. Flying super humans were killing many animals for sport because they could. Ayla couldn t care less, though. Ayla quickly falls asleep after dropping the last wish into the pot. Zandra, a fellow citizen of Ploolinks who is well aware of the harm the pot has caused around the globe, had been spying on Ayla for many days. She sneaks into Ayla s mansion through the open window, silently thanking Ayla for her carelessness. Zandra checks her surroundings and prepares to run. She lifts up her hammer, and drips it on the pot, smashing it into pieces and bolts for the window. Ayla awakes suddenly but doesn t catch Zandra. Zandra escapes into the darkness and looks up at the sky. It is glowing different colors. The magic from the pot evaporated into the night sky along with all of the wishes that Ayla granted. Now the sky sometimes glows at night, reminding people of the magic that once existed and the damage that too much power can do. Some people call this The Northern Lights. page 60 Apple Sauce
His Poem His poem, he writes His clammy hand writes on The surface of the thin paper His right hand holding the pencil Gripping it so tightly So the pencil wouldn t fall Snap! The lead breaks Reading into his pencil pouch Grabbing another pencil He continues to write Concentrating on words Descriptive words Pulling his reader to read His poem Justin Wood Hill Middle School The Turkey Arliny Comprehensive Grammar School Snail Mail Emily Doherty Middle School Winter 2015, Vol. XVI, No. 1 page 61
Catching The Train Men frantically running to catch the moving train. They do not want to miss their ride to work. Grasping the cold metal handles of the smoke puffing train. People talking and having a good time in the car. The men know they are off to work when they hear the chig of the big black train. When they are there the workers hear the screech of the breaks. The men are working hard to support their family and home. Where their children and wives await them. Kirk West Middle School Space Only light can travel through time Thoughts can be movement Images are time frozen in place A moment In a way we are all time travelers Space The clock is different Time passes I age Gravity No time is needed No oxygen No possibility of life I dream of traveling the Universe into Black Oblivion Zephyr Spofford Pond School Cam Newton Michael St. Michael School page 62 Apple Sauce
A Mother s Day Present Liliana Sacred Hearts School To Honor And Appreciate On Veteran s Day we honor, Appreciating and praying for those who died, Thanking those who are still alive. Thinking and remembering, Loving and caring for those who sacrificed. For every Soldier, Sailor and Marine, A prayer is said today, and every other, To keep them safe from harm. On Veteran s Day we celebrate, All the men and women That have made the sacrifice To keep us safe day and night. Aidan Sacred Hearts School Winter 2015, Vol. XVI, No. 1 page 63
The Coaster Waiting in line for an hour Do I want to stick around? Just watching Makes me sick! It s my turn No going back. But that fried dough Is definitely coming back! I sit next to someone I don t even know. The harness tightens, I ve lost control! I hear the tracks Move and groove. Just like the wheels, I think I m gonna squeal! There is a cage in my stomach The latch just broke Now butterflies Tumble around inside me. Up! Up! Up! I m just waiting For that first drop to be over, then Whoosh! Eeee! The wind whips my face, Loop after loop. People say it s more fun If you put your hands in the air, But I can t Ungrasp The handles! The ride jerks to a stop I unlock my eyes. I m surprised I m alive Let s go again. Angel Emily G. Wetherbee School page 64 Apple Sauce
The Midnight Moon Deep in the woods under the willows weep, The deer lay under in a deep deep sleep. The birds sing a song for all to hear, For the joys that have happened this past year. The frogs in the pond hop from rock to rock, And the squirrels climb the trees with the thick dark bark. The owl s hoo is a message for you, Telling the story of the midnight moon. The midnight moon shines bright in the sky, And tucks away just before sunrise. The stars come out, and then disappear, As I look up at the sky that is clear. The cricket s song is like a beat to a drum, And the sounds soothe me as I hum. The peepers peep in a rhythmic tune, Telling a story, telling the story of the midnight moon. Abigail St. Augustine School Untitled Eva, Donald P. Timony Grammar School Winter 2015, Vol. XVI, No. 1 page 65
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Winter Again Another winter has come your head and hands go numb looking forward to the frost and snow nights spent near the fire watching the embers glow the cat snuggled in a tight curl a nice mug of warm chocolate thaws out my nose and brings life to my toes as I climb the wooden hill I think of all the nice things I like about this time of year Soiri Comprehensive Grammar School Globe Luismel Parthum Educational Complex Peace, Love And Liberty Deanna, St. Michael School Winter 2015, Vol. XVI, No. 1 page 67
The Beauty Of Hockey The emotion builds inside, You re about to leave the locker room. Blood rushes through your body, You step out onto the cold ice. You hear nothing but your skates hitting the frozen surface. You see the crazy fans going wild, Nerves start to set in. The game is on. Aaron Marsh Grammar School The Football Game I suit up nervously. Walk out into the blinding lights. We receive the ball first. The punt returner runs as fast as he can. He gets knocked down. The ball fumbles. The defender scoops it up and scores a touchdown. We knew this would be tough. The game was brutal. Thirty seconds left. The score is 40-45. We needed a touchdown to win. I get called to the field. I line up and hear from the quarterback. I run with the ball in my gut. I hug the ball tight and run. Dodging defenders left and right I run. I run and run and run. Then I found myself in the end zone. We won the game! Ryan Sacred Hearts School Football Teams Noah, St. Michael School page 68 Apple Sauce
Arizona Cardinals Logo Drawing Ryan Tenney Grammar School Imagine Imagine looking down at the calm sea. Imagine waves crashing on the shore. Imagine the sand mingling with the ocean water. Imagine having your nose filled with salty air. Imagine running into the forest with your hair blowing in the wind. Imagine rubbing the bark of an old oak tree and catching its falling leaves. Imagine the pine needles scattered around you. Imagine a breeze that sends a tingle up your spine. Imagine reaching the bench and seeing wood from a shipwreck sticking out of the icy water like grasping hands. Imagine lying under the clouds in a circle of snowflakes counting them as they fall. Imagine bundling yourself in your coat with a hot drink. Imagine closing your eyes and reminding yourself of all the beautiful things around you. Just close your eyes and imagine. Ainsley Spofford Pond School Chicago Blackhawks Logo Aaron Marsh Grammar School Winter 2015, Vol. XVI, No. 1 page 69
Ode To Chicken Nuggets In the Style of Ode to a Bicycle by Ken Nesbitt Chicken nuggets, chicken nuggets So tasty and yummy Dipped in sweet and sour sauce So good in my tummy Chicken nuggets, chicken nuggets Very crispy and brown Sometimes I eat them In my night gown Chicken nuggets, chicken nuggets With an order of fries I m as obsessed as my mom With her vanilla chais Untitled Jone Parthum Educational Complex Chicken nuggets, chicken nuggets Make my heart shine Don t ever take them from me Because they are mine Paulina Timony Grammar School Pink Rose Flower Nora St. Michael School page 70 Apple Sauce
The room was silent except for the sound of the voice reciting a scene from the book. A cold breeze slid through the open window, sending a chill down my spine. I was focused on the black ink covering the white paper. As the raspy voice from behind finished their last words of their paragraph, worry filled my mind and caste shadows under me. My palms started to sweat and my knees started to shake. Popcorn... Julissa! The raspy voices tense through me like a wave, as it said my name. My heart started to beet 100 miles per hour. I took a strong grip on the book, as if someone was going to knock it out of my hand. Th-T-he so-u-nd o-of h-her vo-voice ex-ex-t... Extended! a dark voice corrected me. Th-throu-th... I stuttered with fright. Throughout! a voice that I once thought was sweet became ugly. I felt the walls closing in on me and I sensed the lump in my throat grow bigger. My nerves felt like cancer cells multiplying and taking over my body. Popcorn Amanda! I quickly closed my book and rushed over to the teacher with light blond hair and emerald green eyes. May I please go to the bathroom? I asked out of breath as if I just ran 10 miles. My feet made contact with the floor as I ran out of the room that took my dignity. When I was reading I felt like I had to read perfectly or I would be judged or question my ability to be in the high reading group. In my head I imagine the kids rolling their eyes as I read slowly. I hate the pressure. It made me so nervous and I mess up the world even more. I felt stupid. I briskly bolted to the bathroom, locked the door and began to cry. You re stupid! You re dumb and as idiot! I said to myself Dyslexia Julissa Emily G. Wetherbee School as tears tumbled down my soft pink cheeks. I felt worthless and so stupid! I made a fool out of myself out there, they should have just through me away in the dumpster where I belonged. I sobbed, unable to catch my breath. Okay Julie you have to go bake in there. Take two deep breathes and you ll be fine. I roughly wiped the tears off my cheeks and took my two deep breaths. As I was walking through the blue halls, I could feel the pressure build up again. I walked into the room and I could feel 100 pairs of eyes glaring at me. They whispered among themselves saying, She reads like a first grader. Why is she even here? She is the most ignorant girl I know! I looked at them, I felt ashamed. I could see their heads move side to side in disappointment. Stupid and not good enough! Was all I heard slip out of there pink lips. I blinked once and saw kids in their seats with a black book in their hands. I left out a deep sigh and now I had all eyes on me. That was the day I made up my mind and decided not to give up. After that day I picked up the black book and began to read it out loud to myself over and over again until I read with fluency. I felt something that I hadn t felt in a long time; I almost didn t recognize the feeling of being proud of my own self being. My self-motivation became larger as the days went by. Knowing the possibility of having Dyslexia can be extremely frustrating, but I learned to face problems and not just leave it there for someone else to fix it. That s why I strive for success to do everything I can to get me there. Dyslexia has influenced me to be hard working and to never give up, because the only way out of the labyrinth is to break through the walls. Winter 2015, Vol. XVI, No. 1 page 71
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