the FIN E-Zine Vol 1 Issue 1

Soﬁ B, Drawing with ﬁnger on Sketch-a-School

the FIN

Volume I Issue I - March 2023

A semi-annual arts magazine featuring the original work of North Park Elementary School students and faculty/staff

Submit your original artwork, poems, and short stories for the next issue here (photograph your art, please). Questions? Email faculty sponsors Katie Serr (serr@npeschool.org) or John Novick (novick@npeschool.org)

North Park Elementary School

2017 W Montrose Ave Chicago, IL 60618

www.npes.org

PreschoolEntries

Claire W, Drawing, markers on paper

Alba J, Drawing, markers on paper

K-5Entries

Charlie F, Watercolor, marker, and tape on paper

Ella B, Short story with illustration

Eliana K, Oil pastels and marker on paper

Jack G, Markers on paper

Flynn M, Drawing, pencil on paper

Brooke S, Lucy J, Lucy W, and Siena V “Dot World”

Mixed media

Maura S, Oil pastels and marker on paper

Asher L, Illustration of a story, crayon on paper

Julian B, Drawing on paper using crayons and pencil

Charles L, Digital drawing

Benton F, Drawing in color pencil on paper

Flynn M, Drawing, pencil on paper

Celia C, Marker illustration of a short story on paper

Julian B, Watercolor, marker, and tape on paper

Zoe L, Marker illustration of a short story on paper

Creigh N, Marker on paper

Anonymous Marker on paper

Georgia S, Marker on paper

Henry S, Color pencils on paper

Graham H, Marker on paper

Sawyer J, Oil pastels and marker on paper

MiddleSchool Entries

Vivienne K, Original photography

Tom F with Ms. Serr Original poetry

North Park Students

Devouring pizza

Empowering each other

Strumming a ukulele

Solving problems daily

Constantly in stardom

Thundering down the halls

Wrestling for a ball

Racing to the net

Analyzing the force of a jet

Hysterical over a friend’s joke

Numerical expressions, uhhh nope

Hustling down the court

Bustling to play sports

Playing your heart out

Never leavin’ with a pout

Sketching a masterpiece

Envisioning world peace

Collaborating on a project

Elaborating on every test

Speaking before the class

Never a clash

Growing taller

From fall to summer

Growing stronger

Won’t be here much longer Learning more about the world

We are North Park Sharks!

Anonymous, Original photography from an airplane

Ava D, Digital drawing

Benji K, Pencil on paper

Anonymous, Original photography

Anya B, Original photography

Lilly B and Kye M, Original photography and bubble creation

Anonymous, Original photography

Etta D, Original photography

Boom! I hit the wall, sending a sharp pain through my body. I was in a hall, a dark one, one that wasn’t anything I’d seen. I was sitting with my back against the wall. Looking, staring at the dim hallway. Black wallpaper with a white ﬂoor, it was colorless. Just black and white. It was as if I was colorblind. I couldn’t move without my spine burning with pain. I closed my eyes, wanting sleep to swallow me whole, but it didn’t work, I couldn’t sleep in this boy's hurting body. I looked at myself, ewwww, I was wearing long sweatpants that were overly baggy for my skinny little legs.

It was the ﬁrst time I missed my mom ever. Even though she was horrible, she would have helped. What!?! I thought I don’t have a mom and dad. Ignore that you’re in someone else's body, and apparently have their memory. You are Harper. No one else. Just Harper. That gave me, or him, enough energy to stand up. I still could see nothing is color, like I went past the school into this strange, dark, empty alley. No one was there, no one heard the screams of this poor boy.

Anonymous

Excerpt from an original story

Anonymous, Original photography

We go back to our room and draw a plan in my sketchbook. It looks pretty sweet, but I am still nervous. Turns out, we will have to be close to Camp Triguanal to get water and power. We agree that we will be about a quarter of a mile from Camp Triguanal. Nicklaus will dig to camp Triguanal and connect the house using pipes while me and Harper dig out the basement. Then Nicklaus will dig another tunnel for power while me and Harper lay the foundations. Next, I will connect the water and power while Nicklaus and Harper ﬁnish up the outside. Finally, we will all decorate the house and ﬁnish the inside.

Kye M, Excerpt from an original story

Anonymous, Original photography

Faculty/Staﬀ Entries

( original photo )

Ms. Nardulli, Drawing in pencil

EMILY DICKINSON NEVER ATE A TACO

Emily Dickinson never ate a taco, That's how time and place work-I mean how could she, She never had a chance, Didn't even know what she was missing, And that's an awful shame.

We don't know what we're missing, too, What our shame is, But let's assume we're missing a lot, Never had a chance Because that's how time and place work And Emily Dickinson never ate a taco.

Mr. Novick

Original poetry