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The Park School Anthology 2017

Many whose writings and drawings appear here will be surprised to see themselves in print. Still others who have nothing in this anthology will be disappointed. Only a part of what I received could be included, and I regret I had to exclude so much. To select short stories, poems, and drawings for an anthology spanning writers who range from ages three to fifteen is not easy. By the selections which appear here, I have tried to reach for both diversity and excellence.

John Shaw Founding Editor Park School Anthology 1966

Faculty Editors: Liga Aldins and LaToya Downing-Peltier Special thanks to: Kate LaPine, Lyn Williams, Kathy Come, Alice Lucey, the Librarians and the Technology Department Deep Breathing and Pencils Clicking Inhale, exhale is all I hear as the room is silent Sweat running down the face thinking Looking at our surroundings Using our senses Closing our eyes to hear things Breathing through your nose to smell things Being in the moment to feel things And opening our eyes to see things *Click* *Click* As they fidget Thinking what to write, but having to keep the pencil in motion Graphite snapping because of the amount of pressure put on it Pencil clicks, snapped off to chew on for a bit To keep your mind going Pencils bouncing on the floor as they fly out of our hands Due to the speed they are moving Bill Eugene Grade VIII

Plant Sketch pencil Jenny Jin Grade V Cover Artwork Cityscapes paper Tilde Jaques (top) Hannah Ono (middle) Kai Tjia (bottom) Grade VII

Plant Sketch pencil Jack McWeeny Grade V

Two Colored Tiles acrylic Jean Jin Grade VII

The 2017 edition of The Park School Anthology is dedicated to Alice Perera Lucey ’77 The Park School has benefited in countless ways from the selfless dedication and contributions of Alice Perera Lucey ’77, a teacher and Upper Division Head extraordinaire. Alice Lucey herself is a Park School alumna, and consequently, her understanding and appreciation of our school’s culture, values and academic expectations were internalized early in her childhood. She has been a strong advocate and supporter of the student Anthology for many years; in fact, her own clever artwork and writing contributions as a young student can still be found in back issues of The Park School Anthology! After completing her higher education, Alice Lucey returned to Park and joined the faculty, serving first as a talented fourth grade teacher, and later as a dedicated sixth grade advisor and teacher of English and social studies. For the past eight years, Alice Lucey has headed the Upper Division with unflappable wisdom – offering thoughtful, compassionate support for students, colleagues, and parents. Her personal knowledge of each and every person is nothing short of remarkable, and she has demonstrated her skills in meticulous planning, preparation, communication and problem-solving on a daily basis. Her school day always starts early and often ends late. In twenty-nine years, her commitment to the school community has been unwavering, and she is an ideal role model for all of the values which we nurture and encourage here at Park. Thus, it is most fitting that we show our respect, affection and gratitude by dedicating this year’s Anthology to a truly passionate champion of Park School students!

Engulfed in Color

Southwest Desert craypas Max Kaufman Grade III

We were engulfed in color The leaves flew like a tornado of color The bark crumbles As if on command The leaves flew like a tornado of color The squirrels squeak in harmony As if on command In it we walked The squirrels squeak in harmony Like they were singing a song Inside it we walked We were engulfed in color

Cityscape paper Jack Cohen Grade VII Colors watercolor Rushui Petchthevee Pre-Kindergarten

Graham Owens Grade VI Teacup Pig paper mâché Dahlia Roberts Grade V

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Artist’s Note For my project, I chose to design and sew a costume that Lady MacBeth would wear during the banquet scene. When I thought of the time MacBeth took place, I imagined large skirts and gowns, especially for a queen. Therefore, I made my skirt gathered at the waist so that the skirt flared out and looked grand. I sewed the top of the dress to be tightly fitted. Two aspects of my dress that portray Lady MacBeth’s character and symbols in the play are the fabrics and ribbons I used. On the dress, I used a sparkling red fabric and trimmed the dress with an antique-looking flower printed ribbon. The red fabric represents blood, which is mentioned in Act 5, Scene 1, when Lady Macbeth imagines her hands are still bloody.

The flowered ribbon connects to the theme of the serpent and the flower because MacBeth compares Lady MacBeth to an innocent flower with a serpent under it. Overall, the process of sewing the dress was not that hard, but finding fabrics that fit the time period of MacBeth was difficult. I enjoyed this project and thought it was a wonderful chance to dig deeper into the book and to interpret both the plot and the characters.

Lady MacBeth’s Banquet Dress fabric Ava Lewis Grade VII Plant Drawing marker Amos Lawrence Grade V

Southwest Desert craypas Sebastien Sobeih Grade III

Japanese Lantern mixed media Robert Feldman Grade VII

Spending Time in Nature Makes Me Realize It’s Beautiful (excerpt)

Nature is beautiful when you’re camping. For instance, one time I was fishing in a lake. Many people went to this lake to paddleboard, or like me and my dad, to fish. I sat down in a canoe waiting for a little tug. Sometimes, the hook got stuck on a rock or something, but my dad fixed it. We didn’t have much luck, but it was relaxing. Then, a GIANT tug came from my hook. I reeled and reeled; all of a sudden, a giant bass flew out of the water like a bird, and with a final tug, it was gone. My fishing rod was old, so it probably got away because of that. My dad said, “It’s alright. We’ll get him next time!” We saw this fish and I think it was truly beautiful because it jumped out, and I could see its scales glistening in the water which was also super beautiful, so together they created a beautiful fish!

When I was at a different camping ground, there was a river right next to our tent. My brother, my dad and I trudged down the hill for a swim. “Almost there,” said my dad, just as we were about to go down a hill. And there it was - the beautiful lake stood before us. We went over to a rock (with great difficulty) where we rested and dived in a small pool of water with no current. There was a tiny waterfall that made a beautiful noise. Then, we went back uphill to get packed and go home. Nature is beautiful because it surrounds you with noises, smells, and enjoyment.

Another time, I was hiking in the White Mountains of New Hampshire. When I got to the top, it was pure beauty. The wind struck my face like a horse softly galloping in a field. I looked at the other mountains in awe. Then, we had to go back down. Nature is beautiful because it can come in many forms.

Jonah Roy Grade IV 2

Horse tempera Phoebe Scott Grade IV

Woods Gus Vogel Grade IV

Trees block print Allie Mark Grade VII

Owl paper mâchÊ Luke Witkowski Grade V

How to draw emojis by Sophia Chang

Trees Liam MacLean Grade II

Nature Collage Step 1: . Take paper and draw a circle mixed media ASP students

You need pencil, papers, erasers, crayons

Step 2: Next you draw 2 eyes

Step 3: Then you draw a mouth

Step 4: Next you draw whiskers

Step 5: Then you draw ears

Step 6: Next you draw bangs. Then you are done

About the Author: I love family and my sister, mom, dad, me! Sophia

How To Draw Emojis Book colored pencil Sophie Chang Kindergarten

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Book Report Title Page colored pencil Tess Bierly Grade VII Butterflies mixed media Jake Nathan Pre-Kindergarten

Why I Draw (inspired by Terry Tempest Williams’ essay Why I Write) (excerpt) I draw because it is absolutely necessary. I draw because it helps me relax. I draw because my pencil and paper take my worries away. I draw because it releases stress, almost therapeutic. I draw because it helps me to unwind. I draw to help me forget about terrible things in the world. When I draw my mind wanders, and I think through hard things. I draw and sometimes my desk is full of eraser dust. I draw to cope with the tough things and erasing helps me deal with frustrations. I draw to observe and record. I draw to bring out the small details. I draw to bring video characters to a new life. I draw to bring Kirby and Sans and many video characters to life and to transform them with my creativity. I draw to take iconic features and mix things up. I draw to be a new creator. I draw to interpret different perspectives. I draw to look through different eyes. I draw to express what I am thinking when words can’t. I draw as a stranger introducing myself, bringing up new concepts. I draw to see the black and white dance through the paper in harmony. I draw to feel finished. I draw to feel incomplete. I draw because there is nothing to draw. I draw because there is a drawing that has to be drawn. I draw to discover the world and to block away the world. I draw to obtain meaning. I draw because I might be a fictional character. I draw abstract, without meaning. I draw to be original. I draw to replicate others. I draw because I believe that my drawings may affect somebody positively. I draw because the meaning isn’t always clear. I draw because there are double meanings in drawings. I draw because I want to see people’s reaction to my art. I draw when my pencil screams to be used. I draw when my pencil is silent. I draw to meet people. I draw to see my paper come to life with characters clashing, in love, grieving, cheering and more. I draw because I can see what I am truly thinking. I draw to see the world in a darker, more sinister view. I draw to see the world in a magnificent view. I draw to become the own golden god of my world -- to take control of my own characters and story. I draw because I want to believe that my art will change the world for better.

I draw to reimagine worlds as a sandbox, anything being possible. I draw to create order, everything in perfect harmony. I draw a chaotic, confused wasteland, where hope is a concept that doesn’t exist any more, and society has gone to waste. I draw to explore possibilities where no one has gone before. I draw because it is in my genes. I draw because my heart soars when I create a story. I draw because I can express my opinion through the voice of other characters. I draw to enjoy others’ work, seeing what I could do better. I draw because my soul is drawing. I draw because nothing makes me happier than creating a plot and seeing it in my own eyes.

I draw because it gives me hope, whether it be false hope, real hope, or even hope that feels hopeless. I still draw. I draw because I want to see the many viewpoints and opinions of other people. I draw like eternity, having all the time in the world. I draw because the paper feels lonely without the pencil. I draw to see daylight. I draw to see the night. I draw to make music on the paper. I draw to cook a delicious meal. I draw to smell a bed of sweet flowers. I draw to see the different tones and shapes all coming together into one beautiful creation. I draw to see my peers’ works, to see their hard work, dedication and creativity -- just to get to know them even a little bit better. I draw because I know I can, and I have been given the gift and opportunity to draw.

Danny Kang Grade VIII North Korean Refugees Seeking Asylum colored pencil and marker Clara Choi Grade VIII

Sketch Drawing pencil Gaby Guzman Grade I

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Spring marker and watercolor Livia Bene Kindergarten

Colors watercolor Luke Berger Pre-Kindergarten Spring is fun Butterflies flap Popping flowers Animals wake up Garden snake slithers I love spring!!!

Grand Canyon mixed media Dash Scherer Grade I I Am The Greatest At Art! I am the best and the greatest at art.

I always have been; from the very start.

I sketch and I mold; I paint and I draw; I do all these things without one small flaw.

My work is a beauty; my work is on fleek, Yours is so lifeless; yours is so weak.

My strokes are just perfect; my picture’s like magic Your lines are all scraggly; your picture’s just tragic My sculptings, my moldings, my statues, so bold My artwork, my paintings, they’re already sold I am the master; I’m top in my class The race has just started; you’re already last

Crunch Emilie Pratt Grade IV Skull (inspired by Georgia O’Keefe) tempera Nate Albright Kindergarten

My art is amazing; your energy’s draining While I’m busy painting, you’re busy erasing You look so glum; I draw with such glee, You struggle so much; it comes easy to me I freehand so neatly with my small thin pencil, While you (you baby) still need a stencil.

What’s that on your paper? A scribble, I see, There’s no way you think you’re better than me!

Neva Gonzalez Grade VI 5

Shading Techniques pencil Leah Sager Grade VIII

Zen Garden wood Adam Shaff Grade V

Dulcimer mixed media Luchi Mascia Grade VII

Japanese Lanterns paper and wood Students of Grade VII C and D

Japanese Lantern paper and wood Brie Doherty Grade VII

Zaza The woman who made me me.

Graceful Cheerful makes my heart bubble.

But she got cancer Had it for one year before I was born.

We painted in chocolate pudding; We sewed pink and purple blankets.

We ate ice cream for breakfast.

It was like we were the same person for seven years.

Then she got super sick and died.

Without her my heart just isn’t Complete!

Isabelle Gates Grade II

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This I Believe marker Charlotte Sze Grade I

Grandmother Poh Poh crayon Charlotte Sze Grade I “Think about other people before you think about yourself.”

-Charlotte Sze’s Poh Poh

My Soul Is......

My soul is laughter, Light-hearted and playful.

My joy A breath of fresh air

Chinese Painting ink and paper Olivier Armand Grade VII

My soul is an onion Many layers Happy, sad, angry My poignant scent watering your eyes Take time, I can be sweet My soul is the Marianas Trench, Deep and mysterious Bubbles floating up from the abyss Undiscovered Creatures hiding in cracks In ever descending rocky walls, Never to see the sun My soul is ivy Constantly growing and flowering Climbing higher and higher Enveloping my world in a twisted hug of tendrils My roots holding me down When they get ripped away I rebuild Again and again

Stripes of black and white; I’m back grazing for grass on the savanna with my friends Black and White pencil Tatum Glynn Grade II

My soul is my bones Holding me up Keeping me steady Until the end of time A rock in the middle of a rushing river Avery Dolins Grade VI

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Design Drawing marker Adeline Coleman and Shea McDonnell Grade I

Song Lyrics

Staring at you through the glass that won’t break Covered by the black sky made of all my mistakes Memories of you wiping away all my tears Told me if they don’t see you cry you’re the one who has one

Oh, I’m in pieces, it’s tearing me apart, but A heart that’s been broken is a heart that’s been loved Why did you leave me here to burn?

Why did you have to tell me every hurt is a learn?

And why do you laugh every time that you lie?

Why did you make me a paper doll And just watch me cry?

Fireworks Fireworks shoot up at the sky!

Like 100’s of crystals exploding Boom wam I jump out of my bed in fright staring through the window!

Mia Salcedo Grade II Scissors marker Sly Sutton Grade I

I don’t know why you’re gone but I have packed up all your bits and things It’s locked up in a room And when I threw away the key I lost part of you

I hope that I can see the world as you did because A life with love is a life that’s been lived

Why did you leave me here to burn?

Why did you have to tell me every hurt is a learn?

And why do you laugh every time that you lie?

Why did you make me a paper doll And just watch me cry?

My tears have drowned my heart And my mind is filled with hate Now all that I can do is wait You were never who you said you were You tried to play me for the fool Why did I ever believe you?

Why did you leave me here to hurt?

Why did you have to tell me every hurt is a learn?

And why do you laugh every time that you lie?

Why did you leave and then blame it all on me?

But now I’m throwing down my paper doll While I watch my whole world burn.

Livvy Hartshorn Grade VIII 8

Golden Gate Bridge marker and crayon Denis Eagle Grade I

Planets Science Festival Prize Question marker and crayon Georgia Saltonstall Isaac Grade IV

The Story of Me (excerpt) Names are what define you, and they are who you are. Names are the start of something new. It’s you. When I was born my parents were “exhilarated,” said my mom. Then my parents rushed my older sister over from her camp to help decide a name. They named me Shahin because it was easy to pronounce in English and had a deep meaning in its original language, Farsi, which means hawk. I was also named after one of the kings of Iran. I like how noble it sounds when somebody calls me and says it right. Also, nobody else had that name in my family. Shahin also means falconry which is the taming of falcons. Honestly, I never knew Shahin was a real name until I was six because I had never heard it on anybody else. There are 177 of me in the United States! Shahin represents good eyesight. I’ve had many good nicknames like Shushy, Shushini, and Slushy. I’ve also had bad ones like Shaheeni and Shushi. My name has always meant so much to me because it is what defines me.

Shahin Aliabadi Grade VI

Self-portrait tempera Elliot Strand Grade III

Mom (Alice) Amazing mom Loving me all the time I love my mom Caring for me Everyone loves her!

Ailie Bell Grade II

Spring marker and watercolor Bella Knez Kindergarten Bees are busy; leaves float; the sun gets warmer. Chirping birds, butterflies fly; garden snakes. Colors are here; flowers are blooming; plants blooming. Thank you, spring!

Response to the poem On Turning Ten by Billy Collins

Tongs wood Sebastian Park Grade VIII

Self-portrait tempera Gillian Lamb Grade III

You say it will be the end of you, Though you don’t understand the freedom of being eleven, the beauty of being twelve, the responsibility of being thirteen, It may seem like the end, But a vast expanse of life still lies ahead of you.

You will learn the adventures of being fourteen, and the knowledge of being fifteen.

The wonder of one and two, bringing joy to the year you turn fifty, until the magic of the day you turn one hundred.

Your life will be a roller coaster, a ferris wheel.

It will be uncertain and mysterious.

A new surprise around every corner.

Changing and expanding with each step you take.

When you look at your bike, don’t see the dark blue speed drained out of it, see the bright blue liveliness pulsing through it.

Look at the light shining on your tree house, see the peacefulness, not the sadness.

Close your eyes and breathe.

Rebecca Goodman Grade VI 9

Dear NFL Commissioner, Do you know how many injuries there are every NFL season? A lot. In my opinion, there are way too many injuries. Helmets don’t have enough cushion which equals CTE or concussion. More people are tackling below the knees and the cushion is so soft, it leads to ACL or MCL or problems with knees which make players out for season. And last reason...more equipment for refs so they don’t get hurt. So try these things and more will want to play football.

Sincerely, Na’eem Logan Grade II

Rain mixed media Alexander Nanji Pre-Kindergarten

Painting dye and marker Mairin Swords Grade II

Visit to MFA marker Ruby Talbot-Frangos Kindergarten

Spring: Popping flower; Animals waking up; Rain Rain Rain; Spring I love; Trees getting leaves; Caterpillars munching!

Spring marker and watercolor Theo Lawrence Kindergarten 10

I learned that we can get inspired by artists

To Outwork Your Limitations (excerpt) I believe that grit and determination unlock the door to surpass your limitations. After the very first slalom qualifier at Cannon Mountain Resort in which I placed 40th out of 60, I was mad! Hot mad! Red hot mad! I could not stand this performance. Being on the smaller side, gravity was not in my favor. Weight was a competitive advantage in this race. It gave the essential aspect of a successful run -- speed. Furthermore, it was only my second year of skiing. This gave me a great disadvantage against the experienced eight-year skiers. Yet, my competitive nature would not let me accept such a placement.

Every day from that moment on I trained. I trained until the end of a seven-hour long practice. I took so many runs down the practice course that the coach had to tell me to take a break. “Skip a day,” he said. I couldn’t; I wouldn’t. I knew that if I let off my training, I would slip and fall. I would destroy my ski season, and so I didn’t take a break. I kept training because I believed that I could do great, and my work paid off. In the rest of that season’s qualifiers, I placed 7th out of 60 and 3rd out of 60. I was so determined that my physical size and my mere two years of experience did not hold me back.

I qualified for the New Hampshire State Championships - an event open to the top 30% of all skiers in New Hampshire. I arrived at the first day of training. The kids from different mountains were hitting the gates, carving smooth like a red hot knife through butter.

Their hips would graze the cold snow as they whipped around gate after gate. I was scared, scared that all of the hard work and determination that I had put into the sport would disintegrate after this race. I almost felt defeated before the race had even started. Heck, I wasn’t even expected to be there at the beginning of the year. I had astounded my fellow racers that I even made it this far. But, I couldn’t stop here. I had trained too hard and given up too many hours of the week. Then I realized something: the course length was all the same; the width of the gates all the same; and the snow all the same. I believed in myself, and I believed that I had the capacity to compete at this high level. I ended up walking out of that race finishing the 11th best skier for my age group in the entire state of New Hampshire.

I was shocked, and my coach left baffled. My opponents were all astonished that a kid in only his second year of skiing could place this well. This was my goal, and it was completed with my grit and determination. My belief in my own skill had trumped my setback and most of the other skiers!

David Rome Grade VIII We Need to Have Longer Recess (excerpt) The end of recess always disrupts our activities. For example, when we have to stop playing without finishing, on the next day we forget what we were doing or talking about! One time my friend Emily said that she and Avery were getting ready to start a game outside, but just as they were about to start, the whistle blew, and they realized that they had spent the entire recess setting up! The next day, they had to do the same thing with only five minutes of playtime. This is why we need longer recess. Another time, Georgia was building a fort but the whistle blew, and they were not done. The next day she saw that the fort was messed up, and they never got to finish. Lastly, sometimes I like to go practice for the spring play at recess, but we are never able to finish practicing during recess, so on show day, we had to stop in the middle of our big performance!

Harry Homework Doer marker and paper Alex Sherman Grade II Black Beast paper collage Cora Loomis Grade I

We need longer recess because we are still energetic when we get back inside. For example, one time I was coming in from recess, and I saw some boys covered in dirt and going crazy. They were screaming and yelling, clearly still energetic! It made me want to turn around and leave the classroom, because I was not able to focus. I kept getting distracted and squirming around. A little while later, I was better because I had calmed down. Once, when doing math after recess, I was not able to focus at all. I kept getting up and I couldn’t stop laughing. I got barely any work done. One time, I did have a chance to have extra recess time, and everyone worked better; we were so focused because we were worn out and tired from recess. Finally, longer recess makes the school day seem quicker and more fun.

Kids need longer recess because it is healthier for us to learn and grow. Having longer recess would make everyone happier.

Nicole Marandett Grade IV 11

The Big Trip I was at the beach of Umbagog Lake. I was packing for a big river trip. We were going to paddle TWENTY MILES. I was EXCITED! FINALLY, we were ready to go. I jumped in the boat. WE TOOK OFF! I could feel the wind on my face as I started to paddle. I dipped my paddle in the deep, dark water. I pulled SLOW AND HARD. We were going REALLY fast! I felt happy. I put my hand in the water. It was as HOT as a bathtub!

Then, my friend Cole yelled, “Let’s do a party barge!” “OK!” said everybody. I reached my paddle out. Cole grabbed it, then pulled as hard as he could. The boats came together!! Cole did the same with the other two boats. We tied the boats together. Someone yelled, “People on the sides, PADDLE!” We tried but it didn’t work. From above, it looked like a raft.

It looked like we were going to crash because no one could steer the boats. We untied the knots that connected the boats. We moved away from each other.

The water was a mix of greenish, grayish-blue. The sun was coming out, and it was getting warmer! I dipped my paddle in the deep, dark water, and I pulled - SLOW and HARD!

Bridge Drawing pencil Ian Glick Grade VIII

Coley Wells Grade II

The Adirondacks (excerpt)

Owl block print Lilly Carter Grade VII

Butterflies tempera and paper Mairead Reardon Pre-Kindergarten 12

Do you ever want to go to a really beautiful place? That’s also really fun? Where everyone enjoys everything? If so, the Adirondacks are the perfect place for you. Everyone should get a chance to go to the Adirondacks because they are family-friendly; they are beautiful, and you can get a lot of vitamin N there.

Every year my family goes to the Adirondacks, and we have so much fun.

It is a place where families can go to spend time together. This proves my point because we have a 5-year-old, a 10-year-old and a 14- year-old, and we all enjoy it so much. We want to go all the time.

One night in the summer, we were sitting down at the beach. Then, my dad said, “Do you guys want to go swim to the raft and play King of the Hill?” “Sure,” I said. “Me too,” said my brother. We had so much fun that day.

The Adirondacks are beautiful. One day, I went down to the beach at sundown. Me and my dad went together. It was so beautiful - the sun was setting over the big mountains, green with trees. The calm, blue water was shining bright! “Wow! Look at the sunset!” I said. “It sure is beautiful,” said my dad, looking at the purple, yellow, orange and pink spread across the sky.

It makes it look like a postcard picture. It was so beautiful I could not believe it!! I hope you go to the Adirondacks to see all of the amazing views!

Everyone should get a chance to go to the Adirondacks because you can get a lot of vitamin N. Vitamin N is a fun way to get in nature, and it is not a pill. Studies say nature makes you calmer, more connected and happier. It is when you go into nature and get good things like a vitamin would give you.

Now, go to the Adirondacks and get vitamin N with your family!!! So, pack up your bags and get going to the spectacular, amazing Adirondacks!

Elsa Barton Grade IV

My Soul is a Forest My soul is a forest made of a single tree Something whole yet collective A jungle of starvation A haven of green A paradise of joy A habitat of life A world of its own With sunlight shining through the trees My soul is rain running down my skin Falling in the comfort Of calm drops.

Falling to the ground, Slowly sliding Running around playing Three foot tall in my one-piece suit Jumping and twirling Barefoot as rain pours down Deliriously happy In our asphalt backyard A five-year-old’s world My soul is the sound of the waves crashing against the beach Pulling me into a world of soothing greens and blues Tranquil, Calm, And angry peaceful waters Crashing against rock Land’s edge Bringing together the oceans of the world As clear water becomes frosty foam

Apple Core block print Ava Scheibler Grade VII

Snake paper mâché David Wibiralske Grade V

My soul is the place you call home Making applesauce with your grandma Cut a million apples Three hours cooking them Five more hours Straining out the skin Angry at my brother; lazy, not helping, On the phone, playing his stupid games I yell; he gets angry at me I give applesauce Made of sweat and tears You gotta eat it and say ya love me.

Happiness in the arms of your brother Lilly Feldman Grade VI Fish Science Festival Prize Question marker Louisa Rossano Grade V 13

Zen Garden wood Payton Bonang Grade V

Painting To Music tempera Xavier Clemente Grade I One Smile To Two Hundred Smiles I believe in chain reactions. I believe in spreading positivity. I believe that a simple question like, “How is your day going?” can be passed on. I believe that one smile can get the whole world smiling.

I step on the bus after a hard day at school with my head down. I have my backpack, my hockey bag, hockey stick, and sports bag in my hand. I just want to check my name in, put my hockey bag in an empty seat, sit down and go home. Jude, the bus driver, says, “Hi, Sarah!” and forces me to look up. I look up at his dark skin and smiling eyes, at the same grey shirt and khaki pants uniform and blue beret locomotion hat he wears every day. The fact that he knows my name when I didn’t even introduce myself is surprising; sometimes he even checks my name in for me.

I say “hi” back and smile.

He says, “How are you?” with a big smile on his face.

I respond, “Good! How are you?” He smiles again.

Then he sees me struggling to carry all of my stuff. He takes my bag voluntarily and helps me put it on a seat. I go back to my seat with a little smile on my face.This happens every day since he first drove our bus, and it cheers me up. If Jude did that to everyone on the bus, that’s about one hundred smiles!

I believe that my bus driver Jude spreads positivity. When I get off the bus, he says, “Bye! Have a good day!” Then he gets out of his seat and helps me by carrying my hockey bag out of the bus. These many acts of kindness immediately bring my mood up, and I get into the car beaming. I immediately start telling my mom about how my day was, what I did, and about hockey practice. One day my mom even asked me, “Sarah, why are you so happy?” with a small smirk on her face. I smile back and tell her I just am. Jude was the one who made me look happy. As we drive home, I see my mom smiling ear to ear – just because I am happy. If everyone who Jude makes smile goes home and makes their moms or dads smile, that’s two hundred smiles!

When I’m on the bus, I smile back so that if Jude is having a bad day I can cheer him up. If Jude doesn’t smile at me first, I make sure that I ask him how his day is going. I think that Jude gets his positivity from someone else who makes him smile.

That is a chain reaction. Jude takes the positivity that he gets and spreads it to the people on the bus. Then we get home and spread it to our familly. I try to spread positivity by saying “good morning” and having a smile on my face, even when I am having the worst day. I try to smile at the people at the store and on the streets. I hope that one smile from me makes at least three more people smile. I believe in chain reactions. I believe in spreading positivity. I believe that a simple question like, “How is your day going?” can be passed on. I believe that one smile can get the whole world smiling!

Sarah Hart Grade VIII

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Snowstorm

Penguin modeling clay Justin Kim Grade I

Crispy snow light powder just falling from the sky like an ocean of ice the cracking of the snow.

I wake up And see the sunlight looking at me

Penguin modeling clay Ellen Robbins Grade I

The winter day about to happen streets are blocked there’s nowhere to go.

Snow plows and shoveling RRRRRR, shrup, shrup, shrup people waking up.

The Scandalous Sisterhood of Prickwillow Place Play Program pen Ainsley Bonang, Charlotte Hecht, Sophie Lewis Grade VIII

I rush outside to feel the temperature I tell everybody Wake up!

Come outside Play in the snow!

Breakfast is served come on, come on let’s go outside and make a fort the sound of blocks on the side Crunch Smack down hard!

Now Glued To the wall boots walking Screek Screek Mom taking pictures to remember that big snowy day!

Anders Robinson Grade II

White! pen Grayling Barzey Kindergarten

Shoe Sailboat paper mâché Ben Fleishman Grade VI

As white as a rabbit As white as a flower As white as a snowflake As white as snow As white as a whiteboard White!

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The Yellow Flower (A poem to pro-suffrage advocate Tennessee state Senator Harry Burn) Men with red flowers by their hearts Men with yellow flowers ready to depart I stand with a red flower on my chest I believe in the blood red flower like the rest Until a letter from my mother ended upon my land Until a yellow flower ended up in my hand Even if you could trust no other The words that you can always follow are your mother’s A single flower changed her life I stand in line for the ballot and in front of me is a wife Poem And Drawing marker Joli Vega Grade VIII Dear Mr. President, Do you want to have clean water in the water? If yes, then I think you should save our animals and our water. In my opinion, you should stop oil tanks from killing ocean animals. If this continues, we will run out of fish and then bigger ocean animals will die because they won’t have anything to eat.

Plus, humans love to eat fish. Also, nobody would have fun snorkeling without any fish.

This is why I think you should stop workers from building oil tanks. I hope you try it.

Respectfully yours, Tyler Berger Grade II 1845 Dear Diary, I am just thinking back twenty years since I escaped my grandfather’s Old Master’s slave farm. I have escaped farther north where there is not much slavery. I remember being taken away from my mother. A fateful day! Being on Old Master’s farm has inspired me to start abolishing slavery in all places in this world.

Now I am trying to abolish slavery, giving speeches in Indiana and Illinois about life as a slave and prejudice in the North. I believe everybody is created equal and should be judged not by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

Amen.

Frederick Douglass Cam Miller Grade IV

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Self-portrait craypas Grayson Lee Grade III

1957 Dear Diary, It’s been a tough couple of years. Once I almost dropped tennis! I can’t believe I was going to do that because it used to be one of the only things that would make me happy. I could never imagine my life without tennis. I wouldn’t have been the first African American woman to win Wimbledon and Forest Hills twice if it hadn’t been for my loving and supportive friends and family.

Along with my friends and family, hope and determination also stayed with me as well, for the most part. Winning Wimbledon and Forest Hills proved to me and some other people that you don’t have to be a certain skin color to do amazing things. I better get going. I will write again soon.

Althea Gibson Tessa Lewis Grade IV

To The Old House To the old house In Scarsdale, New York Distance to be traveled From dusk to dark In Scarsdale, New York A stream, and a wisteria tree live From dusk to dark Intertwined on an ivory staircase

How to make a circuit (page 1)

A stream, and a wisteria tree thrive Near a house painted with memories Intertwined on an ivory staircase Outside one’s cozy home

You need a battery, electricity, wire, switch, light bulb (page 2)

ln a house painted with memories A box like a sky Inside one’s cozy home Iridescent pearls dancing Can a box, like a sky Show a timeline of life?

Iridescent pearls dancing Jade pendants, a green fire

First you have to connect the wire to the battery (page 3)

Next you attach the light bulb to the wire (page 4)

Showing a timeline of life From a small glass bird, flapping its wings To jade pendants, a green fire Echoing exquisite beauty, like a cove From a small glass bird, flapping its wings A golden vase Reflecting exquisite beauty, like a pond Chinese dragons, emperors, queens and flowers

Then you attach the switch (page 5)

Now you test it out (page 6) How To Make A Circuit Book marker Nick Noon Kindergarten

A golden vase Showing the pathway Chinese dragons, emperors, queens and flowers Guiding you away Showing the pathway Distance to be traveled Away To the old house Vera Cortell Grade VI

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Cityscape paper Anna McWeeny Grade VII

Self-portrait craypas Rachel Nudelman Grade III

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A Necessity in Everyday Life Beliefs are essential in life, and beliefs are one of the things that make us human. Some beliefs are commonly held by lots of people, like being kind to people, but other beliefs are completely personal and are only held by a certain person. One of my beliefs is that every day a person needs a moment of complete silence with no other factors affecting that silence. In our day and age, there is always noise, whether the noise is created by someone else or is created by you, there is always something going on. In a lot of ways, this is a good thing. It keeps us hardworking and busy. Unfortunately, a moment of silence can be disliked and frowned upon. I believe a moment of silence is important, and if we have it often enough, these awkward times will gradually go away. This belief was introduced to me in fifth grade during Morning Meeting.

I can remember that after every Morning Meeting, Ms. Lucey would ask everyone for a moment of silence. At first, I thought it was a little odd and surprising that she got everyone to be completely silent for that long. In the first couple of Morning Meetings, I had a hard time thinking about something less stressful.

I found it awkward and uncomfortable. I wasn’t making good use of the time. I was sitting in seat #3 in sixth grade, and every day I would sit there and worry about the day ahead, and it was quite unpleasant. I can remember the day when I learned to relieve stress in the moment of silence. I was sitting in my red Morning Meeting chair, relaxing my neck and shoulders and letting my head drop to the top of my chest. I was intrigued by the presentation that morning. The presentation was from Mr. Savage, and it was about him exploring the Fiji Islands. In that moment of silence, I thought about exploration and how Mr. Savage set aside a whole year of his life to travel to a different community on the other side of the world. I understood that he immersed himself in their culture. On that day, I really started to enjoy the moment of silence. Though the moment of silence only lasts around 5-20 seconds, this time is very important for all different members of our community and for all different reasons. In my moment of silence, I try not to think about stressful things such as SSATs, applications, or even tests. It is a time to sit back, relax and let the body and mind rest for a short period of time.

Sometimes, we are asked to reflect on the presentation or to think about how we can make the world a better place.

Over the years, the moment of silence is one of many things that Park has taught me, and I try to use it every day. It went from being an unpleasant, stressful time to being a break in a busy day. I am grateful that I’ve learned this, and I suspect many people have not yet figured it out. I believe everyone can benefit from a moment of silence to let themselves take a break from the hectic, stressful life that most of us lead.

George Fulton Grade VIII

Half-face Portrait pencil Matty Hong Grade VIII

Statue of Liberty mixed media Hugh Gilbane Grade I

Race (excerpt)

Race is not very important in my life because I don’t really care what race anybody in the world is.

I often think about race, not as part of our identities, but as a barrier between people. On one side of the barrier, there is a giant foot, constantly stomping on the people on the other side. One side has more power than the other. We should not care about race; we should abolish it! There is nothing important about race. Race is only important to those who wish to abuse the fact that it is legally part of our identities. Race is an important matter that needs to be addressed in the world. People have constantly abused RACE. People have even died from its abuse. Slavery is one good example.

After arriving in the Americas, Africans were sold, treated terribly and forced to work until they could buy their freedom, escape or die.

I don’t understand the idea of racism. As long as we are all human, we will never be “racially” better than each other.

Southwest Desert craypas Claudia Rothman Grade III

Golden Gate Bridge craypas Eleanor Dumphy-Manfredi Grade I 18

Matthew Allaire Grade VI

I Know The Chicken Walk I know The Chicken Walk Blue, red, yellow t-shirts all blended together in a gym My coach watching all the players doing…

The Chicken Walk His idea of “exercise” We look at our water bottles with envy We all look like idiots in a line Our hands behind our head Our legs in a walking squat So called “The Chicken Walk” I know The Chicken Walk People groaning as my coach does a demonstration The older girls say that it is no big deal But when we line up to start they throw away the thoughts of it being easy They too start to groan as the word “GO” is said Robin’s Nest crayon Gigi Boney Pre-Kindergarten

I know The Chicken Walk The squeaking of indoor soccer shoes as people go up and down the gym Doing The Chicken Walk Pain comes to the room in no time The phrase “My legs hurt” is said by one person and soon by everyone else “Squats and such, Just a waste of time” My coach says “Marlo did you just say what I think you said?”

Silence fills the room Everyone stares at Marlo I feel a pang of empathy for poor Marlo Because now she has to do 5 more laps of…

The Chicken Walk I know The Chicken Walk

Peacock paper collage Anza Kwakye Kesse Kindergarten

The final lap is so much faster and stronger than the rest Everyone rushes to their water bottles Except Marlo Water bottles meet emptiness Pain meets legs I meet the doctor She says I should take a break from The Chicken Walk For a little while Until my legs can get used to this kind of pain My coach meets a note That says that I should take a break from The Chicken Walk I have never done it since I hope I never know The Chicken Walk again Anna Brenner Grade V

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The Disease of Poems Why, Why, Why? Why must we be given another treacherous poetry assignment?

Must I do it?

I feel that poems have complexity unlike other genres while simultaneously being quite dull.

Nobody cares if I don’t do this...Right?

I mean, it’s not like I won’t get into college if I don’t do this...I think?

And of course Mr. Miller does not expect us to finish tonight...maybe?

And...And...Oh, that soon!

I Hate Poetry!

Poems are horrible monstrocities that cause immense difficulties for students.

In fact, I believe poetry causes suffering to all.

Just ask Odysseus or Hamlet or Annabel Lee. Nobody ever got rich from writing poetry and practically all great poets were mad!

Do our teachers know this?

Are they purposely driving us insane?

Do they take pleasure in this cruel unjust game?

To Hades with this nonsense, it’s making me tense.

Agh! I’m succumbing to this disease.

Oh dear, I am infected by this most bothersome flea.

Grecian Urn paper and marker Corina Loomis Grade IV

No! No! No! I will not let poetry get the best of me, I refuse to rhyme!

Yes, I am rid of this affliction, me thinks I’m finally free!

Oh no I am dying, falling due to verse Yes, my life is now over, I begin to think the worst of old Shakespearean language, my veins will surely pop.

Yes my time is now quite over, in fact it’s already stopped.

If this be my end, let me end it on my terms before my days are ceased.

“Go to the depths of hell and perish in misery from whence you came filthy beasts!”

And thus, with a diss, I drop Will Tran Grade VII Grecian Pitcher paper mâché Lucia Cook Grade IV

Grecian Urn paper mâché Jack Brennan Grade IV 20

Grecian Pitcher paper and marker Tuck Gilbane Grade IV

International Dolls fabric and wood Charlie Winder, Estelle Lawrence, Nya de los Santos Grade II

Self-portrait craypas Ainsley Bonang Grade VIII

To immigrants, You are the bravest, strongest, most courageous people on this earth.

You have escaped war, crossed borders and changed history. You have made it through name calling, hatred and racism. You may come out scarred and bruised, but you have made it through. While people watch TV, you work 5 jobs to make sure everything is okay. While we yell and fight, you are beings of hope and love. No matter what anyone says, you are forever welcome in America, Jada Vega Grade V

Ocean colored pencil Mikoto Matsuzaka Grade I 21

Self-portrait watercolor Laila Miller Pre-Kindergarten Flower (inspired by Georgia O’Keefe) watercolor and craypas Walter Reed Kindergarten

African Mask fired clay Alex Strand Grade VI 22

Half-face pencil Priya Devavaram Grade VIII

Self-portrait watercolor Freddy Tang Pre-Kindergarten

Half-face pencil Rebecca Lipsitch Grade VIII

Golden Gate Bridge craypas Jamesy Benenson Grade I

“The Golden Gate Bridge is about two miles long!� - Jamesy

Colombian Apartment Building mixed media Bilal Dawan-Abdullah and Clara Young Grade II 23

Flight The delay concluded, tons of metal meant to traverse between ground and sky remove themselves from the umbilical of the gate, slowly groaning towards flight.

A roar cuts across the audio of the inflight entertainment as the jet turbines inside the plane’s engine nacelles spool up, O2 mixing with fuel, heating to produce barely contained power and speed.

The captain guides the plane onto the main runway like a needle through silk.

Computers do not control the plane at this stage, there is a human guiding this vehicle into the air at first.

Behind me is a child gazing through reinforced glass, looking out as the plane picks up speed.

So many people on this plane, some too young, some too old to be frightened at the 1g load of earth’s gravity increasing as we reach cruising altitude (35,000 ft), turbulence granting small moments of quickened heartbeat.

As the roar of the jet turbines levels off, unease turns to boredom and flight computers in the cockpit switch to autopilot.

The Pine Tree Hotel, Colombia mixed media Ella Hernandez and Estelle Lawrence Grade II

A darkening sky visible through the frozen rain and pressure differential (8.0 PSI) pressing on the window’s plate-glass structure.

A slice of wing and jet turbine afterburner unit cutting across the void between ground and space.

Cabin and wing lights glowing as the plane rides the edge of evening towards our destination (Boston, MA), Jetblue inflight maps pinging on the inflight entertainment panel in front of me as the plane flies northward.

Charlie Rubinstein Grade V 24

Painting (inspired by Wassily Kandinsky) tempera Lucy Rubenstein Kindergarten

Painting (inspired by Piet Mondrian) tempera Hudson Tulman Kindergarten Letter to Lady Macbeth paper Jeremy Altman Grade VII

Macbeth, Act 4, scene 2 pencil Jennifer Ngo Grade VII

Flowers watercolor Joe Davies Kindergarten 25

How You Do Hair Chapter 1 First you get your hair washed in water and shampoo. And then you get a brush. Then you rinse shampoo thoroughly. Then the hairdresser will do a hair style. You can pick your own style.

A diagram of hair: scalp, hair, braid Sarah-Alysse Williams Grade I

Self-portrait colored pencil Sami Rome Grade VIII 26

Collage (inspired by Pablo Picasso) paper Asher Berk Kindergarten

My resolution for 2017 is to concentrate more in school Cassie Scott Grade I

African Mask clay Octavia Reohr Grade VI School Bus colored pencil Trevor Resnikoff Grade VIII

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I Know My Best Friend

Self-portrait watercolor Livvy Miranda Grade I

I know my best friend, Her long brown hair with purple ends, her freckles and everlasting smile.

The way she makes her funny faces with her eyebrows cracking me up every time.

Her double pierced ears containing a cat earring or two Her playful insults, And when I hit her arm with a playful “Hey!” Before we both crack up laughing I know my best friend, dressing up with my mom’s makeup and making up characters giggling endlessly.

Sharing birthday cake oreos with her while we share stories, sometimes laughing sometimes comforting one another.

We sit on my back porch all summer eating melting popsicles And impersonating Miranda Sings.

I know my best friend, cooking crepes in the morning, and sneaking Halloween candy from the shelf.

Talking about anything, everything. smelling the warm aroma Of chocolate chip cookies wafting from the oven downstairs.

Baking cakes and spilling flour everywhere, as we make fun of each other’s names.

Self-portrait watercolor Giselle DaSilva Grade I

I know my best friend, laughing together as we make fun of the little kid shows we once loved years ago, Or hurling water balloons at each other ruthlessly And going back inside to wrap ourselves in warm towels drying off watching Modern Family laughing hysterically I know my best friend When we hug and say goodbye And she runs back home.

But when I ring her doorbell, It will all start again I know my best friend.

Self-portrait watercolor Vivi Sze Pre-Kindergarten

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Clara Martin-Brenner Grade V

Hudson & Luca tempera Hudson and Luca Gorman Pre-Kindergarten

Dress Girl marker Kate Sutphin Grade II

Dress girl! Dress girl can pick your clothes and wash the windows and can give you chips, candy, and water any time you want! Get her at Amazon.

And it’s free; and free shipping.

Whale block print Paige Hostetter Grade VII

Painting (inspired by Andy Warhol) tempera Hazel Harmon Kindergarten

If I could hear the whispers of the world, I’d hear a butterfly landing on a rose.

Elizabeth Cohen Grade I

Self-portrait paper mâché Samora Nogueira Sanca Grade II

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How to Take Your Dog to Daycare 1.

2.

3.

First you drive your dog to daycare.

Then you drop your dog off.

Then whatever time you’re supposed to pick it up, pick it up.

How To Take Your Dog to Daycare Book marker and crayon Kellan Glass Grade I

Self-portrait paper mâché Walker Sweeny Grade II

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Africa craypas and paper Aaron Cohen Grade VI

Simone acrylic Kata Khakali Grade VIII

Eleanor Rigby colored pencil Nina Porter Grade VIII

Hotdog pencil Will Greenhill Grade I

Suburban Mountainous Shelter mixed media Michael Doherty and Alex Sherman Grade II 31

Gazelle craypas and paper Brandon Silva Grade VI

Happy marker Emma Fair Kindergarten

Skylight craypas Will DiGiovanni Grade VIII

I am a Superhero! colored pencil Whit Ramsdell Pre-Kindergarten 32

S’mores paper Charlotte Scott Grade II

Pineapple paper mâché Jillian Davies Grade II

My resolution for 2017 is to eat healthier foods.

Aidan McWilliams Grade I

The Dominican Republic (excerpt) Every night my brother and I would try different foods - Indonesian, Spanish, Cuban, Dominican - trying rice, salads and new desserts with each and every bite, one restaurant after the other, breakfast, lunch and dinner. Going up to the buffet near the pool and getting sweet and refreshing soft serve vanilla ice cream, oily pizza, and crummy chicken fingers.

Everything you could eat restaurants with 10 different types of pasta and sauce.

Everything you could drink bars with 20 different types of juice, all native to that vivid and beautiful land.

Fresh smells of salt filled the wide, vast beach and ocean.

Smells of chlorine filled the light blue glassy pool.

Smells of sunscreen getting slathered on you, only to come off with the sweaty skin of little children playing in the sun.

Hearing different languages flying at me in all directions, catching only English and the rest flying in and out of my head, comprehending all of the new sounds I’ve never heard.

Emma Gershberg GradeVII 33

Soaring Every night Dreams of mother find me We laugh and dance Hugging and playing In the morning She is not here My tears protect me when I remember This time I must soar over

Sneaker paper mâché Aidan Chiang Grade VI

Avery Golub Grade VII

“For brave Macbeth-well he deserves that name-disdaining fortune with his brandish’d steel which smok’d with bloody execution like valor’s minion carv’d out his passage, till he faced the slave” Hannah Ono Grade VII

Half-face pencil Jack Barton Grade VIII

Dear Lady Macbeth, It has been so long since I have last seen your face. My heart aches when I think of my time spent on the battlefield, away from the one I love dear. The Norwegians came with thousands of men - armed with axes, broadswords, and large cannons intent on creating a slaughter. They were led by the ruthless general MacDonald, may he rot in hell. We had a much smaller force and were at a great disadvantage. We had all been betrayed by the spineless Thane of Cawdor, though this I would not learn until later. Our soldiers ever brave despite the odds, vowed to never give up and to defend our glorious country until their final breaths. I fought with a passion betraying my skill, yet I still watched my comrades fall in a bloody spray around me. The human psyche can only take so much, and I gradually lost control. Banquo said I was like a demon, and one could almost feel the bloodlust radiating off of me. I don’t remember much of the rest of the battle: when I finally came to my senses, I was standing on the top of a pile of broken bodies, with a mutilated MacDonald lying in a pool of blood at my feet. We had won the day, but the price we paid was too great to call it a true victory.

Letter to Lady Macbeth (excerpt) Jacob Casper Grade VII 34

Bird’s Nest crayon Olivia Smith Pre-Kindergarten

South African Plain Floral Landscape mixed media Meenu Ballal, Tyler Berger and Clara Young Grade II

Pure Nature Breathe wet rain.

Bloom fresh flowers.

Wild and cold, Winter wind.

A birch tree shimmering in the light of the moon.

The leaves dance in the night air.

Pure nature.

Molly Brenner Grade VII

Amaryllis watercolor and marker Sasha Farb Kindergarten

Amaryllis watercolor and marker Alissa Rabin Kindergarten 35

Football Card Disaster marker Timmy Puner Grade III Football Card Disaster (excerpt) “Ugh,” I moaned. I was having a horrible day and here’s why. It was a gross rainy day. The Cardinals, my favorite baseball team, got eliminated, the Patriots lost, my favorite app, Madden Mobile, wasn’t working, and I had no idea what to do. It was just me and my dad on the couch, and I had a horrible headache and I think by the look on his face, he had one too. In about two minutes, my dad and I were at Rite Aid, I leaped out of the car knowing exactly what pack I wanted. I sprinted into the store, and my dad who was walking came shortly behind. We rushed into the store and when I saw the football cards...the pack I wanted was all sold out!

It was a DISASTER!

Sneaker paper mâché Finn Hayes Grade VI

Sneaker paper mâché Sara Berz Grade VI 36

Amazing Soccer marker and paper Justin Kim Grade I

Half-face pencil Emma Manigat Grade VIII

Park Theater craypas Sophie Lewis Grade VIII

Chinese Lanterns block print Grace Lloyd Grade VI

Love... crayon Dante Avery Kindergarten

High Heel paper mâché Ginny O’Marah Grade VI

Back Cover Artwork Cityscapes paper Theo Goldman (top) Natalie Mannion (bottom) Grade VII

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