Wednesday, April 22, 2009
New Content On the Way
I hope you all had a refreshing vacation. Things on the iBlog have become a bit stale as of late, but I plan to fix that by the end of the week. We will publish new student writing, as well as other updates. The assignment list will also be updated. See you all tomorrow. Don't forget your Whale Watch packets, raffle tickets, and money.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Book Review Site
I just discovered a great site for book reviews: Teenreads.com. You can search alphabetically for just about any title out there, even new ones. Check it out: http://www.teenreads.com/reviews/index.asp
What's in My Journal?
Soulless shoes that smell like old socks
Splintered edges of snapped skateboards
and the fine smooth paint of new ones
Scratched CDs that skip every
now and then
The dark brown coat of mud on a brand
new four-wheeler
Sketches of dragons and other
Mythical beasts that tear and rip at the
inside of their cages
And that's just the start
-James Blanchard
Whale Watch
We are one month away from the trip. In fact, in exactly one month, we literally be on the boat. No joke. Keep in mind that the raffle ticket deadline is approaching. All funds for the trip must be turned in by April 27th, 2009, the night of the parent meeting. If there are any questions regarding fundraising, email me here: klang@ticonderogak12.org
Monday, April 6, 2009
What's in My Journal?
Cracker's catnip toys
And all of the posters he ripped.
Buddy's dirty kennel
And my favorite comforter,
Chewed up.
Halloween costumes:
Angel
Witch
Clown.
Old sweatshirts
With the drawstrings
Chewed up,
Ripped,
and one shorter than normal.
Back-to-back
Episodes of
Cat-dog
Sister, Sister
Spongebob Squarepants
Endless bottles of
Soda:
My favorite was
Always grape.
Nothing.
But.
Me.
-Sara Plude
Thursday, April 2, 2009
What's in My Journal?
A crimson dragon breathing out blistering fire from its hollow throat.
Brilliant blazes of gunfire; a man of mystery.
A dense jungle of unknown creatures.
An old ball python with a mouse on its head.
Jimi Hendrix locked away with the other burnt-out stars:
A violent candle candle flickers as another star fades from
glory. The urge to shoot the bow at something
other than a tattered target.
The sound of the grinding metal
when I start to write things down on the
blank pages of this famous
book.
The need to fill in the blanks
in my life as this work of imagination
comes to pass.
-Cody O'Hara
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