Betrayal, love triangles, friendship gone bad and one poem that began, “if the world were made of sugar.” Students at Hilliard Memorial are invited to make it, shake and let it all out at a monthly open mike (see picture below). It is a come as you really are event hosted by librarian
Hilliard Memorial Middle School Lunchtime Open Mikers
Maureen, Redbank Valley High School, New Bethlehem
This was a day of firsts —I was the first author ever invited to Redbank (thank you very much)and another first, which is somewhat embarrassing. There was a very cool display created by a student, Maureen, in the library. A weeping willow tree with portions of a poem dribbling down with the falling
Benny explains to Danny, “you are a big brother now.” To which Danny replies, “You mean we’re taking this home?”
Am I seeing spots?Whoa. Am I seeing spots!
The stage at Weaver Middle was banked by hula hoop sized yellow and black spots, the teacher’s lunchroom, more yellow and black — even the teachers were dressed in yellow and black. Now, where do you think they got an idea like that?????
The old saying is that Anonymous was a woman. In these instances, Anonymous is a teacher. Here are some comments I have heard from anonymous teachers over the last few months:
1. “I used to buy into the philosophy that schools should be patterned after business, that we didn’t know what we were
Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Here’s the plan: Kids had to find a song and print out the lyrics so that they could develop a good understanding of the rhythm of the language. Kids then wrote a poem to the rhythm of the song and created a power point presentation with
That was a question from a third grader at Edgewood Elementary today. I responded that I think that poetry brings folks together. I’m open for other responses if anyone reading this has a better one.
The fourth grade hallway at Edgewood was covered in red paper painted to look like brick. The
Okay, how cool is this? I walked into the school and looked down and realized I was walking on poems written by CMMS kids and published in sidewalk chalk all over the place. One that sticks in my mind was an angry poem that involved finger pinching of a sister and some other