PBS Yearbook - 1995

PROPERTY OF: PHILLIPS BROOKS SCHOOL ALUMNI ASSOCIATION

ANOTHER YEAR OVER?

Phillips Brooks School Yearbook 1994-1995 by: Jessica G.

PHILLIPS BROOKS SCHOOL

1995 Y E A R B O O K

Created and compiled by the sixth grade with special editors: Brittney Allyn Kendall Burian Owen David Lisa Friedrichs Jessica Goldman Jason Grauel Janine Kagle Ariana Medina Piper Selmon Claire Waterman

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We dedicate the 1995 Yearbook to

Barbara Dulik!

The class of 1995 honors Mrs. Dulik as a special part of their Phillips Brooks experience.

Mrs. Dulik was Margot Lippert’s roommate at Stanford University where she graduated in 1956 She continued at Stanford earning a Masters in Elementary Education in 1957. She has three children.

Gregg a lawyer, Tom an architect, and Beth a news broadcaster in NYC. She has two grandchildren and another one due soon!

Mrs. Dulik has traveled extensively which has helped to bring a world view to the Nursery School, where a visitor can find a Ram Forest to explore, a Maya Temple to climb, a Chinese dragon to watch, or a Washington D.C. monument to build. She has also helped Phillips Brooks participate more routinely in community service projects. She has been very active in A ID . s awareness work, and has raised money for Glide Memorial Church and St. Anthony's Dining Room through spaghetti lunches prepared by the preschoolers.

She started her P.B.3. career back when the school was Trinity School!

For twenty years she has given wise advice to parents through her wonderful down-to-earth perspective on child rearing, and has taught us all to be kind and that “you can t say can t play"!

Mrs. Dulik, the class of 1995 salutes you!

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Pedro Carrascal

Spanish Teacher grades 3, 4, 5, and 6!

Thanks for two great years at Phillips Brooks!

GOOD-BYE !!

Michelle O'Kane -- Receptionist, Secretary, Band-aid Administrator!

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I wish I could be a comic book maker because I could make really weird and neat books. I also want to be a toy maker because I am good at painting I think it would be fun.

Chelsea Kubal

If I had two wishes I would want to be a ranger and be the best football player.

Stephen White

I wish I could be a professional ski player. I wish to be a professional soccer player.

Alexander Kvamme

I want to be a model and an artist.

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If I had two wishes I would .like to help lost animals and I would like to be a teacher.

Rachel Bolten

I wish I could be a scientist and a doctor because I don't want kids to get ill.

Francis Reynolds

If I had two wishes I would be a professional soccer player and a scientist.

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I hope people do not take drugs. And that kids do not touch guns.

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I wish that I could help the environment and I wish nobody would die.

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I wish that I could be a doctor so I could help people that are sick. I wish that I could be a forest ranger.

Donnell Tachis

If I had two wishes I would want a horse of my own and then I would want to write a book and draw the pictures.

Alex Kubal

If I had two wishes I want to be a famous baseball player and a soccer champion.

John Mclsaac

If I had two wishes I would wish that I could help other people and that people would not pollute.

Anne Roberts

I wish that everyone loves their parents and loves their teachers.

Beeta Lashkari

I I wish that I could be an artist and help people learn from their mistakes.

Mattie Goldman

If I had two wishes I would be a ranger and be the best soccer player in the world.

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Loren Alegria

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Julia Duncan

Maryann Hiller

Taylor Holubar

Keli Iwamoto

Julia Martin

Alexis Meredith

Kate Michelson

Olin Montalvo

Thomas Schryver

Katherine Tennis

Jordan Tiffany

Samuel Tully

Dana Bronfman

Caroline Conner

Matthew

Caitlin Denning

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Sabrina Kinnon

Azam Malik

Joey Moreno

Jack Rossi

Cynta Williams Katie Augustus

NAVY What is navy?

Navy is warm and it is soft.

When I am sleeping in my loft I look out and see the sky And there’s a navy bird flying by.

Navy tastes like blackberry jam.

It’s kind of mushy, but it’s really slushy.

Navy is the color of the sky.

Navy smells like fresh spring air, And feels like a sad good bye.

By Caroline Conner

Red is the shape of a heart, The color of an apple.

It looks like a firetruck.

Red is cool.

Red is neat.

Red is flame.

Red is the color of my name.

By Cynta Williams

BLACK Black is a storm dark and scary.

Black is a monster big and hairy.

Black is a panther, a raven, a crow.

Black is a feeling a friend or foe.

Black is charcoal - the coal it* a fire.

Black can be thin just like a wire.

Black is an olive, Velvet too.

People like black.

I do too!

By Kate Michelson

GREEN What is green?

Green is the tall grass.

Green is a tree in the smooth breeze.

Green is a plant under the morning dew.

Green is the money in front of a clerk.

Green is a Christmas tree.

Green is a stem of a flower.

By Sabrina Kinnon

BLACK Black is a raven sitting on a limb.

Black can be clouds in a thunder storm.

Black is a cat with diamond eyes.

Black can be danger and sorrow in sad.

Black is a coal that was just burned.

Black is dark and scary as night.

Black is licorice and candy in a bowl.

Black is a horse that has never been ridden.

RED Red feels of gladness. Red is an Indian.

Red smells of the red, red rose.

Red looks as the sunburn on a toe.

Red is a sunset blazing and bright.

Red is feeling brave.

Red is hotness you get inside when you’re embarrassed A valentine is red.

By Olin Montalvo

BLACK Black is the veil of mother earth.

Black is the cape of a witch.

Black if the hat of a teacher.

Black is a cat with one bent whisker.

Black is charcoal. Black is a penguin.

Black is a shoe.

By Jordan Tiffany

CINNAMON Cinnamon is soft. Cinnamon feels warm.

I feel cinnamon is very sweet Cinnamon smells like freshly baked gingerbread.

I feel like cinnamon’s like summer.

Cinnamon’s sound is a kitten’s purr.

I think cinnamon is like a friend to me.

I like cinnamon.

GREEN Green is a rainforest. Green is frogs.

Green is a wet, soft forest floor.

Green tastes like fresh miner’s lettuce from a field.

Green sounds like a steady humming.

Green smells like fresh air.

By Loren Alegria

RED Red is fire and a flame.

It’s hot!

Blood is red.

A cardinal is red.

People wear red. Red is a color.

By Jack Rossi

BLACK What’s black? Black is cool. Black is night.

Black is dark. Black is scary.

Black is the color of a bat.

People wear black clothes.

Black is space.

I need black. You need black.

Black is the color that everyone needs.

Black is my favorite color.

By Thomas Schryver

VIOLET What is violet?

Violet is light.

V iolet is a chrysanthemum Dancing in the night.

Violet is the glittering moon.

Violet is sweet.

Violet is the way I communicate.

V iolet is peppermint.

Violet is a candy bar Waiting for you to eat it.

Violet is mine, violet is time.

By Dana Bronfman

GREEN Green is the color of mint.

Green is the color of the chalkboard and the color of trees.

Green is money.

Green is grass.

A frog is green.

Green is coldness and Katherine’s backpack.

Green is moss and A lexis’s headband.

Green is a flutter and a cricket.

Green is jade and an olive.

Green is mine and slime.

April is green, Peppermint too.

Every elf has one green shoe.

Green is ivy and honeysuckle vine.

Air is green.

By Matthew Curtis

NEON GREEN Neon green is a cool color.

I like it very much.

Neon green Lights are On bright tonight!

By Azam Malik

ORANGE Orange is the color of a bright, hot sun.

Orange is the color of a smooth orange.

It moves like music from a bright yellow bird.

It sounds like a dove going, “Coo, coo, coo.”

It tastes like a mango ripe from the tree.

By Christopher Anderson

GREEN Green is the ocean, green is the grass.

Green is the parrot that flies fast near the meadow And looks at the beautiful spring vines.

The humming birds stand on the petals Of the flowers to drink nectar.

The springtime blow that brings the leaves So flying in the air.

The frogs jump lillypad to lillypad.

I like green.

By Maryann Hiller

RED Red feels like ashes and flames.

It moves like a firetruck.

When I touch it, it reminds me of dying.

It’s blood.

It’s gladness.

A siren of a police car.

If you didn’t have red you could not live.

Red is cool.

By Samuel Tully

YELLOW Yellow is the color of the sun.

Yellow is the smell of sunflowers.

Yellow is the sound of spring.

Yellow is the smell of com muffins baking in the oven.

I just love the color yellow!

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BROWN Brown is a brown bear.

Brown is a box and a happy feeling.

Brown is a person.

Brown is a tree trunk.

Brown is the color of wood.

Brown is a crayon, Dull and dark.

Brown is the earth.

Brown is a dog barking.

Brown is a bird like a do-do.

Brown is chocolate.

By Taylor Holubar

BLACK Black is someone calling for help.

Black is a graveyard and a ghost dying.

Black is a shark’s eye looking for dinner.

Black is a skeleton killing.

Black is a shriek.

Black is inside of a monster and a lion’s mouth.

Black is color of death.

Black is color of a madman falling down.

By Caitlin Denning

RED Red gives warnings.

Red is blood.

Red is a feather of a parrot.

Fire trucks are red.

It is a cardinal too.

Red is neat!

Red is flame.

Red is my favorite color.

It’s coooooool!

It looks nice too.

GRAY Gray is fog and computers that you type.

Gray is fast and ugly.

Gray is like dust.

Gray is an empty room.

Gray is scary.

Gray is a tip of a pencil.

Gray is a medal, harder than a cotton ball.

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WHAT IS JUNGLE GREEN? Jungle Green is Green’s Grandmother.

It glistens in the sky.

And when it talks to me, It never tells a lie.

Jungle Green tastes like an apple hanging from a tree.

And it looks like a shiny flowing sea.

Jungle Green is the only color for me.

By Katherine Tennis

These second grade poems were inspired by Mary O’Neill’s book, Hailstones and Halibut Bones.

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Brittany Chandler

Charles Kubal

Daniel Little

Colin Peck

Hilary Pollack

Nicholas Palefsky

Claudia Skieller Andrew Souter

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Lindsay Dillon Lindsey Garehime Emily Grauel

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David Cameron Murfit Morgenthaler III

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My favorite memory of third grade is when we went to the San Francisco Zoo. It was fun, because we got to see many animals. My favorite animal was the elephant, because it was silly. The lion was also interesting, because it looked good. I also liked eating at the zoo. I enjoyed the trip to the z o a ^ ^ ^ ^ On May 1, I was doing my comprehension sheet in reading and I was sitting outside. I looked up and saw a hummingbird a foot away from me. It was green and yellow and about two inches long. I liked that we do our class community project with Wildlife Rescue. We took a hummingbird there once. He was found by the first grade. I love animals and we did a lot with animals this year.

Alexandra

M y favorite memories from third grade are pizza parties becau se w e got pizza a n d 7 up. Sometimes we got our own pizza. Sometimes they were burned. .

I also like Gars qqstmas parties because we get to slide in the mud and e a t dirt c a k e with gum my worms. The ca k e tasted great. We got to run and just h a v e fun.

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My favorite memory in third grade is all the field trips we took. One of the field trips was going to the zoo. I saw many endangered animals. My favorite part was to see the tigers. I also liked going to Ano Nuevo.

We saw hundreds of elephant seals. We went on a very long hike to see them. I have learned alot in all the field trips.

My favorite memory is the Thanksgiving activities. It was great to make all the food we got to eat. The dinner was delicious. I liked being Governor Bradford in the play. It was hard to learn all the lines but I enjoyed being on the stage and acting in front of all the parents.

Tommy

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The best thing about this year was all the projects. They were fun and really neat You got to learn something. I liked this school year, it was a lot of fun. Sometimes it did get hard and sometimes it was complicated, butl liked Third Grade.

Cameron

My favorite memory was going to the zoo. I saw lots of animals like* the tigers, Hons, bears, monkeys, otters, and even some elephants.

It was fun! Another good memory was Ano Nuevo where we saw lots of elephant seals. Most of them were sleeping or dead. We saw a dead seagull on the trail. There were lots o f baby seals. It was a lot o f fun!

Hilary These are some of my favorite memories... One of them is doing 500 Club because you get some candy afterwards. We went to some field trips like the San Francisco Zoo. The others were going to the Chronicle and the Elephant Seal trip. The Elephant Seal trip was fun. We got to take pictures of the Elephant Seals and babies. The Chronicle was also fun we got to learn how to make a newspaper.

Holly My favorite thing in Third Grade was the trip to the zoo. I like animals at the zoo. Our guides name was Bob. My favorite animals were the otters. They were new at the zoo. The baby gorilla was doing the head bang. We saw many animals such as otters, Polar Bears, and even tigers. These are my favorite wild animals. This is my favorite Third Grade memory.

Lindsey Garehime My favorite memories a r^ to in g the Spelling pizza parties. I like earning points to get to be in the parties. It was most fun when I got to help Mrs. Peck deliver pizzas to the class. I liked how we each got our ow n individual pizza.

My second favorite memory was when we made a Thanksgiving feast. All of my class mates and me helped out in making a delicious dinner. I got to help out in making the stuffing and the cranberry sauce.

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My favorite memory was when we went to Ano Nuevo. We were walking, and I accidently got wijhj'n /0 feet of an Elephant Seal! I might have been attacked. .

I liked Random Harvest this year as well. I dunked someone in the dunk tank. It was fun . , .

I liked the spelling pizza parties.the 500 clubs, and G ars Christmas party Gar’s party was really fun and I got to laughing my head off because Colin and I went up to the baseball diamond and slid down the hill in the mud until my pants practically fell down.I had to get into a garbage bag and had to go home like a bunch of trash because I hadn’t brought a change of clothes.

Third grade was awsome!!!!!!

My favorite memory of Third Grade was Theme Week. I liked making the volcanoes. My egg on the top of the volcano cracked when I was painting it so I had to put tin foil in the egg. I had to put baking soda and vinegar into the tin foil and it exploded and made the vole look like it was erupting. We also put red dye in the volcano so it looked like lava. I learned a lot about volcanoes during that week.

I remember Gar’s Christmas party. I remember going down the mudslide, and I remember that we got to have hot cocoa when we were done playing in the mud.

I also liked the monthly 500 Club Fun packets. The 500 Club means that if you finish all your books at the end the mounth you would get to do a fun work packet in one whole hour. When the time is up and you have earned 500 points or more you get to have a candy or a special treat.

I’ll always remember that my mom was my teacher in third grade. It was good when si

My favorite thing in third grade is the trip to the San Francisco zoo. It’s my favorite because I like animals.When we got there we met our guide.Our guide was very nice.She knew a lot about the animals.

Why we went was because we were doing a report on animals.

My favorite things that I did in third grade were field trips. We went to Ano Nuevo, the San Francisco Chronicle, and KRON T V . I liked KRON TV the best. I had fun on all the field trips. My favorite assembly was Willy Clafflen. I also really enjoyed working on the Thanksgiving play.

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Jlp j/'T Y ^ o Jt J k d k /i udia Skieller My favorite memory in 3rd grade was when we went to the an Francisco Zoo.I liked the big cats.Some of my favorite big cats were lions and tigers.I also liked the giraffes.l learned that female giraffes bend down to eat,and the males eat with their necks straight.l like watching the hippos swim.The penguins were cute.So were the polar bears.AII of the animals were cute.But some were scaly,like the alligators.

I liked going to the Chronicle. Actually, we didn’t just go to the Chronicle. We went to KRON , the TV station that was channel 4. We also went to the printing press.

My favorite place of the three was KRON. It was my favorite place because we saw a show live that would be on TV later so we were the first to see it. I also remember Gar’s Christmas party. It was really fun. I got mud all cm/ over myself. These are my Third Grade memories. harlie Kubal

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My favorite thing in Third Grade was the trip to Ano Nuevo. It was so neat Mrs. Peck told us all to wear pants and layered clothes.

Then it turned out that it was really, really hot! The elephant seals were neat too. The hike on the way out to the ocean was fun.

Another fun thing about this year was Gar’s Christmas parly.

Lindsay

My favorite part of Third Grade is going on the field trips. We went to San Andreas Fault We went to Ano Nuevo. We went to the San Francisco Chronicle. My favorite field trip was when we went to the San Francisco Zoo. We saw many big cats and penguins. I really liked the field trips. We left early in the morning to go to the San Francisco Zoo. We went on tours. We played on the playground. We had fun.

My favorite third grade memory is at Gar’s Christmas party.

We got to get all muddy, it was very fun. Another time I slid down a muddy trail I had the most fun their. Pizza parties are fun too.

We get 7up with the pizza. We also went on an earthquake trail it was the best. I hope I can go on those again sometime!!!

Robert

I like P.E. because we get to play pom, pom pullaway ,and we get to play basketball. My favorite thing to play is soccer. We get to play football sometimes. If we are lucky we get to play kickball. The thing we have to do first is exercise. Then we get to play Simon Says. We get to do almost every sport. On a rainy day we play inside and we play thumbs up seven-up. You should start every sport with a warmup stretch and movement.

I like everything I do in school during the day. I especially like hot lunch and snack bar.

1 1 S0 remember going on the earthquake hike I was a neat walk.

YOU could see a lot of cool stuff. I remember it well.

I like third grade.

I had fun in third grade. The thing I liked best was the endangered species report because I learned a lot about endangered animals. I liked going to Ano Nuevo to see the seals especially the weeners. We saw the news alive when we went to the S.F. Chronicle. It wa^fun because we learned lots of stuff about the news.

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The Story of the 80-Year-Old Ninja Salamanders

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One day, 20 years ago, three salamanders died from a tragic smashing of their internal organs. This may seem unimportant but they were the 80-year-old ninja salamanders.

They were once ordinary salamanders playing in someone’s exhaust pipe.

Then one of them went into the engine. He told the other that it was really cool and asked the others to follow. They accepted his offer and went with him. However, they didn’t know that the driver was at Jiffy Lube©. The oil changer whose name was Ed George poured oil all over the unfortunent salamanders. At the time the salamanders didn’t know this but the oil was mutantactive and it made the salamanders 80 years old and it gave them the power of ninja.

The salamanders realized their powers only minutes after the oil. Then they went off to fight Ed George, the man who mutated them.

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A shadow was cast upon the land. Even though it was mid-day half way through Nystrom (equal to July), the sun wasn’t shining.

Why would it anyway? For two years the sun hadn’t shone. The streets were bare. There hadn’t been anyone on them for two years.

Peruim looked at the town through his window. He started thinking of all that had happened. He remembered the day he had cast the spell out of rage. He thought of his attempts to undo this spell.

Peruim walked to the comer of the kitchen and opened the cupboard and looked inside. Empty. That meant he had to go to town and buy some food.

When he arrived in the town everything became silent. Peruim saw people start snickering. Suddenly there was an uproar of laughter. “Hey, Peruim, are you going to cast any spells today?” he heard someone say.

“Hey, yeah, don’t turn us into frogs!”

Peruim had had enough. He saw a streak of red and that was all.

When he woke up he was lying on the ground. He felt weak. He looked at the houses around him. They were all on fire! What had he done? He found enough energy to run, and aimed for home. Thump! An invisible wall! He muttered the words for a spell and took off into the sky. He passed over the top o f the wall and fell.

When he woke up again he was at home on his bed. His clothes were still in rags and he could barely stand. He used his minute amount of energy to stand on his bed and look out the window. What he saw was horrible. Bodies were stacked up against the invisible wall and houses were on fire. The entire world had turned darker than the dark hills of Malstonia. It looked as though Masota (the devil) had come to the surface and cast a spell himself. The whole place had been annihilated.

He had to know what he had done! He crawled out of his room down the hall, and into his spell room. He continued crawling to the comer ot the room and opened up his black magic spell book. He searched though the pages until he found what he was looking for.

Written in very grand writing, “Rainbow of Rage. An amount of colorful, destructive rays that bum all that they touch. Builds an invisible wall around the victim(s) and casts a curse. This curse will make the victim(s) a year older in merely a minute.”

Pemim had an idea! He lifted his head from the book, “Olium!” he screamed. “Come quick! And bring Sonrevier too!”

When Olium came in with the little goblin on his back, Pemim announced his plan to break the spell he had put on the town.

“Hundreds of years ago the dark hills of Malstonia were lush green with snow caps. Then the goblins cast black magic onto he land. For fear that their spells would be broken, they stole the undoing spell book from the town and hid it. We’re going to travel into the dark mountains of Malstonia to find that spell book!”

“Master, 1 am usually willing to follow you , but today I am not so sure.” replied Olium. “I remember when we traveled there once before and you almost became goblin meat and I was used to fight a beast in their ring of death. The only good thing we came out with was Sonrevier, our pet goblin.”

At the mention of her name, the baby goblin looked up at the two and shuddered, remembering her old home.

“We have to go or the town will be destroyed.”

Finally Olium agreed and they set off together. As they drew near the hills the sky became lighter than the valleys. “That’s strange, this area should be darker, not lighter.” Olium remarked.

When they entered the mountain they felt that evil like none other was watching them. Suddenly they were attacked by goblins

from all directions. Sonrevier and Peruim were thrown off of Oliums back. Peruim grasped for the goblin and couldn’t find her. He stood up and shot a golden beam o f light at the attacking army.

When the dust cleared Peruim looked one more time for Sonrevier and jumped up on Olium’s back. For a while there was no talking. Then Peruim spoke. “Pm going to miss her. Other than you she was my only friend. If we...” But his words were cut short. In front o f them was a whole barricade of unknown creatures. Some with one eye, yet two mouths, some with happy faces yet sad and tom bodies. “Run straight forward!” Peruim commanded. “Are you crazy?” Olium replied. Yet he did so. As they rode the creatures seemed to disappear. Although the creatures were now invisible Peruim could still feel the injuries on his body. He looked at Olium, whose neck had been slashed slightly. When they finally plowed through the barricade Peruim looked at his body. His clothes had been cut to shreds and he was missing one o f his boots. Then he noticed with horror that he was missing his baby toe and half o f his foot. He did not scream as he knew he must stay calm, and the fact that his body was already in shock made that easy. He looked behind them and saw that they were still being stalked. Peruim shot out an invisible wall, though he knew that this would only give them a bit o f extra time.

After about an hour o f running they reached a temple. Olium looked inside and closed the door. The temple was only a small one and contained a book perched on a small pillar in the center of the room. Peruim knew what it was and ran over to grab it. He picked it up with caution. Nothing happened. He threw himself onto Olium’s back and they rode out through the door, returning the way they had come.

Half way down the trail they encountered the army again. Peruim couldn’t take it anymore. He cast forty different spells and killed them all. But one spell backfired. It struck Olium dead in a second.

When it was over Sonrevier appeared from behind some under­ brush. Then, wounded the two started for home.

THE BIRDS H by Hugh Robinson School's out and we are about to visit my aunt and uncle in Norway. For some reason I had a feeling that this summer was going to be different, very different.

The next day w e went to the airport and they had canceled everyone's flight to Europe and Asia. They wouldn't tell us why. My dad was furious. We went back home.

I turned on the T.V. and the news was saying that birds were attacking people in Europe and Asia. Mom just laughed. The news also reported that the birds were heading this way. The scientists were saying that the reason they were doing this is that the birds have no food, so they kill and eat humans. They showed footage and Dana started crying. I told her to shut up. The next day I was awakened by a scream. I ran outside in my p.j's and I saw birds attacking my little sister. I ran to pick up a branch, turned around, and swoop! A crow slashed me in the face with its talons. I took the branch and the next time it came around wak! I hit the crow in the head; it was dead. I darted to my sister's aid hitting the two birds and killed them. Dana was on the sidewalk lying there like the dead birds. Swoop! Something hit me behind my head. Everything just went black.

I woke up with a light shining brightly in my eyes. At first I thought I was in heaven. Suddenly a face appeared in front o f me; it was my mom. "I'm not dead," I said.

"No," replied mom.

"Is Dana okay?" I yelled.

"Yes," my dad replied.

She has a lot o f blood drained out o f her, but she is fine. "Where am!" I yelled.

"You are in the hospital" Don replied.

"Let's go home please," I begged.

When w e arrived home, there wasn't anyone on the streets. We all ran in the house. Suddenly a hawk broke though the window. It was attacking my dad. yelled out his name and threw him a butcher knife. The bird was slashing him in the face. It landed about two feet away from my hand. The hawk was clawing at my dad as if the hawk were crazy. I picked up a dictionary from my room, ran toward the hawk, and started beating the hawk. I beat the bird to death; I couldn't stop and kept on hitting the dead bird. I didn't stop until my mom forced me to stop. My dad was still alive, but suffered serious deep talon wounds on his arm.

My dad recovered quickly. He was working in the garage for three whole hours non stop. Constructing a fence around our car windows for protection because if the birds could brake through the living room windows they could brake through the car windows.

It looked like an army truck to me. He said he was going to Home Depot to buy some wood. On his way he saw so many dead children and adults everywhere, hanging all over the place. He had to cover his nose. He came back in an hour. He came back with stacks and stacks o f plywood. My mom asked, "How could you afford all this?"

"I didn't have to buy it, they were all dead," he yelled. It took him about a half an hour to nail the boards over the windows, because I helped. My mom called the Jeffersons, but the line was busy, at least that's what w e thought. My dad was bringing the rest o f the boards to the Jeffersons' to board the windows up. Their windows were already broken. My dad tried to open the door, but he couldn't. He pushed as hard as he could. It started to budge very slowly, moving inch by inch. My dad barely squeezed through the door. It was Mrs. Jefferson with her hand on the door knob and her two children dead at her feet, with her other arm around them. Their eyes were pecked out and talons' marks were all over their arms and faces. Oh, what a horrible sight it was!

Mr. Jefferson, with his hand on the phone that was off the hook. It was as if they were all stopped in their tracks. My dad told me he walked like had nothing happened, but he said his soul was burning in side.

After that he came back and told us everything in detail. My mom ran to my father and told him to go to Don's house and Dominique's house and tell them to come to our house as it would be safe to stay together. Dominique's wife was dead, but he was unhurt.

He kept on saying, "Why her ? Why her?" Don was also unharmed. I wondered what this world was going to come to.

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WANTING MORE Lisa Friedrichs "Dad can I get this coat, "darling you already have a winter coat.

"But I want another, "don't be so greedy Elizabeth. I looked at his body it looked like a small snow capped mountain.

A s we cam e home it was a sunny day, the birds sky was blue and all flowers blooming pink and purple . W e cam e home and I walked to my room . When I wasthere I looked in the mirror and saw a thin, tall, beautiful brunette . I herd my mom yelling," Lizzy time for dinner. "My mom works in community service groups she helps the homeless. She always wants me to go with her to the San Francisco with her but I make up excuses on why I can't go. "Lizzy, come on!," my mom said.

W e ate dinner and my mom and dad asked me if I could go to the city tomorrow .

"Lizzy you have nothing to do tomorrow, "mom said happily. "You can see were I go every day !“mom also exclaimed.

"Okay" I answered.

The next day we went to the city .It was a cloudy and foggy day in San Francisco .

Once we got there it was lunch so we went to my favorite restaurant, McDonald's. On the sidew alk in front of McDonald's there was a scabby thin man in ragged clothes begging for money . His shoes so worn they had no soles. I went in feeling guilty . I knew it was going to be a long day because it very hard seeing hom eless people. Especially when you are greedy .

W hile we were eating all I could think about was that man sitting in the cold.

After we ate we went to where my mom volunteers. She volunteers at a hom eless shelter. The man I had seen before walked through the door of the shelter. M y mom told me to give him som e soup . A s I approached the man I felt guilty about askimg for tthat coat; this man doesn't even have a coat. I wanted to just go up too him and give him my c o a t . I was almost to him , then I was there . I handed him the soup . Then said ,"How do you do?"

The man answered , " Cold, hungary what could be worse . I decided not to answer and went back to my mom . W e staid another hour then left .

W hen we came home all I could think about was how I could help the man . I walked to my room . My mom yelled, 11 Lizzy make yur Christm as list, please!"

"OK ", I responded .1 wrote an adult size medium jacket .1 wished to give that to the man, insted of Christm as presents for me . I handed my List to my mom. She said ,"Who is this for ?"

I answered ," A man at the shelter, he said he was cold and miserable. Lizzy that is what we wanted you to say!

On Christm as Lizzy got rewarded by still some getting presents. That day my mom and I went to deliver the jacket . The man eyes glimmered then he cried and said, " No one has ever got me a present,thank you!"

The End

The Break Out "I h e a r th a t th e r e 's g o in g to b e a h u r r ic a n e b lo w in g th r o u g h Jackson . ” " T h a t's o n ly f i f t y m ile s f r o m h e r e ."

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s le e p ." " O kay, J o h n , do y o u th in k w e 're s a fe ? T h ey d o n 't b u ild p r is o n s lik e th e y u s e d to . P r is o n e r s a r e n 't e v e n s a fe anymore. " " H e re c o m e s th e g u a r d . " " W h o 's th a t w ith h im ? " "I d o n 't k n o w ." " G u y s, m e e t y o u r n ew c e llm a te ," m u m b le d th e g u a r d . " H e llo , m y n a m e 's J e ff. " "He y , m y n a m e 's A b r a h a m ." T h a t's H a r r is . D o n 't m e ss w ith h im . H e 's a v e ry s m a r t g u y a n d s tu b b o r n to o . T h a t’s J o h n . H e h a s tw o c h ild r e n on th e o th e r s id e . H is e y e s a r e so s tr o n g h e o n c e m a d e th e to u g h e s t p e r s o n c r a c k in to w a v e s o f w a te r . L a s t b u t n o t le a s t, th a t's A lle y . N o f a m ily . P e o p le s a y h e r e c e iv e d h is n a m e b e c a u s e h e w a s b o r n in a n a l l e y . " " Y o u 'v e to ld a b o u t e v e r y o n e b u t y o u r s e lf . W h y a r e y o u here? " " It a ll s ta r te d a b o u t f i v e y e a r s a g o w h e n I d e c id e d to g o to a n e w b a r. W hen I a r r iv e d th e re , a b a r f i g h t b r o k e o u t. S o m e o n e h it m e, a n d I s ta r te d f ig h tin g . I h it a m a n in h is n o se , a n d th e b o n e in h is n o se w e n t b a c k in to h is b ra in .

I t k ille d h im in s ta n tly . I w a s a r r e s te d . W h en I w e n t to tr ia l, th e j u d g e o n ly s e n te n c e d m e to 1 0 y e a r s in s te a d o f life , p r o b a b ly b e c a u s e it w a s n 't a ll m y f a u l t s in c e i t w a s a b a r f i g h t . T h a t's h o w I a r r iv e d h e r e in th is c r a m p e d , c o ld , g r a y c e ll in V ic k s b u rg , M is s is s ip p i. N o w I 'v e to ld y o u a b o u t m y s e lf . W h y a r e y o u h e r e ? " " S o m e o n e k ille d m y b r o th e r , a n d I w e n t a f te r h im a n d k ille d h im ."

T h e n e x t m o r n i n g w h e n I w o k e up, H a r r is w a s a lr e a d y a w a k e . H e t o l d m e he h a d a p la n to b r e a k o u t. H a r r is to l d m e to w a k e u p A lle y , J o h n , a n d J eff. W e t o ld th e m th e p la n .

W e w e r e a l l e x c ite d . H e w h is p e r e d , " E v e ry m o n th t h e r e is an i n s p e c t i o n . W e 'll b r e a k o u t in a m o n t h ." A n y w a y , w e h a d to g r a b s o m e to o ls f r o m s h o p c la s s , w ir e c lip p e r s , a n d tw o s h o v e ls a n d s o m e c lo th e s . W e w e re g o i n g to m a k e a tu n n e l, b u t it w o u l d b e a d e c o y . We w o u ld m a k e it j u s t lo n g e n o u g h , so w h e n th e y w e r e a t th e e n d w e w o u l d a l r e a d y be o u t in th e w o o d s . H a r r is g a v e us j o b s . A l l e y a n d J e f f h a d to d ig th e tu n n e l, a n d I h a d to c u t th e w ire a t th e g a te . W e n e e d e d p r i s o n c l o t h e s to m a k e d u m m ie s so t h a t th e n i g h t w a t c h m a n w o u l d t h i n k w e w e r e in b ed .

T h e m o n th s e e m e d to be g o in g as i f tim e s to p p e d . I w a t c h e d w h a t t i m e th e r e a r w a tc h m a n s w i t c h e d o f f th e g a te , r e t i r e d a t 8 :0 0 , a n d th e m o n th ly i n s p e c t i o n w a s a t 7 :30. T h is w a s g o i n g to ru n lik e c lo c k w o r k .

E v e r y t h i n g s e e m e d to be g o in g g r e a t, b u t J e f f f e l l in to t r o u b l e w ith a g a n g . H e o w e d th e m c i g a r e tt e s b u t r e f u s e d to p a y . I t o l d h im to p a y , b u t h e w as to o s tu b b o r n a n d w o u l d n ' t lis te n . So, o n e d a y w h e n h e w a s l i f t i n g w e ig h ts , th e g a n g to o k a d v a n ta g e o f h im a n d c u t h im up b a d . H e w as ta k e n to th e h o s p i t a l a n d th e n t r a n s f e r r e d to a j a i l in F lo r id a . N o w th e p l a n w a s m e s s e d up. W e w e r e d o w n o n e m a n a n d th e n e x t d a y w a s o u r in s p e c tio n .

T h e d a y w e n t by f a s t a n d o u r in s p e c t i o n b e g a n . T h e m a n f o u n d th e t u n n e l j u s t as we h a d p l a n n e d . I h i t h im o v e r t h e h e a d , a n d h e w a s u n c o n s c io u s . W e d a s h e d o u ts id e to th e g a te . T h e g u a r d s s a w us a n d le t th e d o g s g o . T h e y w e r e s h o o t i n g a t us. I c u t th e w ire as q u ic k ly a s I c o u ld , b u t tim e s e e m e d to be f r o z e n . F in a lly , th e w ir e w a s c u t. 1 r e a l i z e d t h a t s o m e o n e w o u ld h a v e to s ta y a n d g i v e th e g u a r d s w r o n g d ir e c tio n s , o r no o n e w o u ld b e le f t a liv e . I o r d e r e d th e m to g o . I w o u ld s ta y a n d c o v e r f o r th e m , a n d s a y I w a s a h o s ta g e .

H a r r is , J o h n , a n d A l l e y s li p p e d a w a y f r o m th e p o l i c e , a n d I s e r v e d th e r e s t o f m y s e n te n c e in j a i l .

The End

UilLTY IL®^ Amy woke up with the fresh smell of coffee, eggs, chese, hard rolls, and yogurt. Her window was left open and the cold slithered in and wrapped around her like the blanket on her bed. Her sister, Gloria, was in the shower so she had to wait her turn. Amy put on her bright orange robe and pastel blue slippers to go out to breakfast. As Amy staggered out of her room, she found her mother praying at the table where there lay a picture of her father, George, and her brother, Frank. Her father and older brother had been killed in a riot when ‘"the wall" was up.

"Ah! My sweet daughter, come, have some breakfast!" Amy's mother sang in her happy, sweet mood as usual.

"Wiry thank you mother. What is the speacial occasion?" Amy asked curiosly like a three-year-old asking Iris father "where do babies come from?".

"Nothing, I just thought you would like something different," she stated simply. Amy looked at her watch, 6:15 am. Her mother and sister all have to start their day very early since they share the bathroom. Amy looked out the window; another gray, drizzlie day.

I wish we lived in sunny California where it is 90 degrees in winter," she sighed. Her mother nodded in agreement.

Amy sat on the bus with her best friend, Lilly. They talked about nail colors, lip colors, and what concerts they wanted to see.

Hie day passed very quickly. After school Amy walked lazily to her job at the bakery.

She was paid just enough and she liked all the people she worked with. When it was time for Amy's break she walked out back and took her history to study. When she walked out she saw Stone waiting for her. She grabbed two cups of coffee and two roles.

Hey, Amy. How ya donin ? Stone yawned like a ktten waking up in the morning.

Fine, thanks, Amy muttered in a low , sweet voice. She handed him a cup of coffee and a roll. As they talked Amy noticed that Stone's depression was a little less serere than usaul. Stone s depression reminded Amy of a rain cloud, coming and going, sprinkling or pouring, dark or light.

"Stone did you think of our offer? My mom said you could stay with us; it's even okay with her if you don't goto school!" Amy shouted intensly. Tears streamed down her face and she wiped them away quickly. Stone huugged her and sat her on a box.

"Why do you do this?" Stone asked.

"Because I care about you, and I want you to be happy/'Amy replied choking on her tears.

Amy, the way Berlin and the whole world are going right now, no one can save me. I have no place on this earth."

"Amy! Break time is over! Get in here!" Stone walked away without saying good-bye.

The next day was Friday. Amy couldn't wait until the evening where she was going to see her favorite band. She knew Stone was going to be there; he loves MISS WORLD, too. Amy's mother was going to be away for two weeks, the longest she has ever been away from Gloria and her.

Stone came unexpectedly to pick her up. They shouted at each other the whole way to the dub, since they were on Stone's motorcyde. Amy could tell that Stone felt very depessed that night, but she didn't let that bother henStone parked his bike a half a block away from the dub. As they took off their helmets and fixed their hair Stone said to Amy, 'I need you to do me a favor after the show.' Amy shrugged her shoulders and nodded her head.

They must of stood in line for twenty minutes. Those twenty minutes were the longest Amy had ever spent; she was dying to see MISS WORLD! The dub was loud, dark, and smokey. MISS WORLD played a superb show. Any and Stone did a little of everything: moshing drinking, and smoking. When they left the chib, they came out with big smiles.

'So, what do you want me to do?'Amy asked Stone.

'I need you to help me kill myself. By the Rhine river,' he explained sadly.

'Kill yourself? Why do you want to kill yourself? I mean life is a bitch but people still live!' she shired in a giggly vioce.

'Amy you're drunk!' Stone yelled in shock.

'Don't yell Stone; my head hurts.' Amy grumbled. When they arrived at Stone's bike Amy put on her helmet, sat on the bike, laid her head on Stone's back and fell asleep.

The next morning Amy woke up with a terrible headache. She walked out to the kitchen to have some coffee and advil when there was a knock at the door. Amy was shocked to see the two police officers.

'May I help you?' Amy asked.

'Yes, you can. Are you Amy Jerkins?'

'Yes.' 'And do you know a Stone Weiland?'

'Yes.' 'Miss this morning we found your friend dead in the Rhine River with a shotgun wound to the head and a suicide note in his mouth. We need you to identify the body.'

Amy was shocked, she ran in her room and grabbed a coat to throw over the clothes she had slept in the night before.

Sure enough it was Stone's body. That's when she broke down in tears.

'I remember now ,' Amy said looking at the officer, 'He earned me into my arpartment, laid me down on my bed, and said, Amy I love you. Remember even though you can't see or hear me, I will always be with you."

VAN

by Brittney "I wish l had a family like all the other kids, thought Dan while sitting on a tree limb. The tree was tall, thick, and the bark was peeling off. The tree looked as if it had a face. Its eyes were sap, which was solid as a rock, its nose was a thick twig, and its mouth was an indentation. All the trees looked like that. Dan climbed down from the tree and went to look for a family.

He wandered around and came to a rock. The rock looked like it had smoke rising out of it, so Dan went to investigate.

When his little eyes peeked over the rock he saw a little boy. Dan said "Hello" and the little boy turned around frightened.

"Who are you?" asked the little boy.

"I'm Dan; who are you?"

"I'm Phil; what are you doing here anyway?"

"Well, I'm looking for a family, how about you?"

"I live here because my parents were recently killed in a car accident and my aunts and uncles live far away and are very mean.

If I am hungry 1 hunt and find my own dinner and cook it over an open fire. Tonight I'm eating deer, want some?"

"Sure; but I've never tried it before."

"Trust me, you will like it."

Phil and Dan ate dinner together. Phil was right, Dan did like the deer. Phil asked Dan if he wanted to live with him and Dan said yes. The next day Phil and Dan went walking in the woods and thought they saw a fire, so they investigated. They were filled with delight when they saw a path with little pebbles that wedged between their toes as they walked. I hey saw a log cabin and could smell the stew cooking inside. Phil knocked on the door and a little girl opened it. Her eyes were as bright blue as the sea, her skin was soft like a feather, and her smile was as bright as the sun. She asked, "What are you doing out here in the woods all alone?"

"We do not have any parents, so we live here in the woods. We have a cave-like home and we have been living there together.

Sara ran to her grandmother. "Mimi, there are two little boys outside without a home or family."

"Bring them in right away!" answered the grandmother warmly.

The little girl ran back to the door, "Come in right away, you must be cold and hungry."

So Dan and Phil entered the log cabin. The fragrance of the stew was even stronger than before.

"I'm sorry; we forgot to introduce ourselves. I am Sara, and this is my grandmother, Mimi."

Mimi was in her 60's and she was a little plump. She was very kind and sweet.

"Very happy to meet you both. Would you like to stay for dinner?" she asked in her sweet voice.

"We would love to eat your delicious dinner, Mimi. Is it ok if we call you Mimi?"

"Yes, that is fine," she said happily.

Sara walked over to the stove to check the stew. She took a wooden spoon and stirred. The stew smelled like nothing Dan and Phil had ever smelled before.

"Iliat stew smells wonderful," Dan commented.

So Sara poured it into four bowls and placed them on the table.

"Dinner's ready," Sara told them.

Dan and Phil walked over to the table and sat down. Then Mimi and Sara came.

"Thank you for letting us eat dinner with you," Phil offered.

So they started eating. They never had eaten anything better than this stew. After everyone was finished, Sara cleaned the dishes and Phil and Dan thanked them again.

Mimi asked if they would like to spend the night, because it was getting dark.

"Oh, we shouldn't; I bet we caused you enough trouble," Dan said.

"No, really, we want you to sleep over," Sara replied.

"Ok, we will," Phil said.

"So Mimi tucked in Phil and Dan in their beds. They fell soundly asleep.

The next morning Phil woke Dan up and went into the kitchen. Mimi was stirring hot cocoa.

"Good morning, boys, did you have a nice sleep?

"Oh yes, the beds were very comfortable," Dan said.

"Would you like some cocoa?" Mimi asked.

"Sure."

Sara whispered to Mimi, "Can we ask them now?"

"Go ahead," she replied warmly.

"Will you both live with us?" she asked.

"We would love to ," they answered.

the E nd

Sleeping Beauty From the Witch’s Side Jaso n G rauel

It all started many thousands o f years ago when the fairy and witch council were sitting at a table.

They decided that every witch or fairy had to be served on a gold plate.

The king and queen were having a party for their newborn baby Aurora. Knowing the fairy rule, they owned gold plates, unfortunately they only had twelve. Without time to buy a new plate, they sent out only twelve invitations, excluding one fairy.

The thirteenth fairy, who just happened to wake up on the wrong side o f the bed, was infuriated when she did not receive an invitation. She decided she would attend the party and just not eat. As she arrived at the castle gate, the guards shut the gate on her.

Now that made an already bad day worse. She then decided that she would fly through the castle wall to give her baby gift and then leave. She burst in to cast her spell, but her wand slipped and she cast the wrong spell.

The guards immediately chased her out o f the castle, into the moat.

For the next fifteen years, the thirteenth fairy tried to track the princess down to correct the spell.

One day she sent out her nightingale to try and find Aurora. Finally the bird found her in a hunter’ s cottage. But when she got there, there was no one there. As the fairy was waiting for the princess to return, a prince with a sword rushed in to try and kill the fairy, but she captured him first and took him prisoner even though she didn’t want to. She decided to free him after a hundred years when he would be too old to cause any trouble. The thirteenth fairy went back to her castle to find the princess. It just so happened that the princess came to her.

When the princess found her she tried to kill the fairy for casting a weight problem spell on her.

The princess then tried to throw a spinning wheel at her, but pricked her figure on it.

The fairy quickly cast a sleep spell on her so she wouldn’t die and left to free the prince.

As soon as she freed the prince he challenged her to a dual. The fairy accepted the challenge and turned into a fire breathing dragon. The prince had a magic sword and soon struck down the poor fairy who left that town and was never seen again.

THE END

Baby__P!ifl.t..c>s Piper Hugh Annie Brittney Janine Owen Blake Katie Brent Lisa Jason Claire Lindsey John

Steve Ariana Jessica Mark Ken Kristin Elizabeth

Fred

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C hipm unk

Once there was an old-fash ioned chipmunk named Fred whose job it was to operate heavy m ach in ery.

He wore tattered and torn clothing and nobody took him to be shrewd or cunning. No one was ov erw h elm ed by his appearance. But nobody knew what was going on in Fred’s little mind. He always took the bookkeeper, a young mole, to dinner. He talked her into dim inish in g the other chipmunk’s salaries and increasing his, because his home was just a small sh elter of dry sticks.

One day, another chipmunk named Earl figured out Fred’s scheme. He decided which method of revenge to use on Fred. He thought of w ren ch es and guillotines, but finally decided to accom p lish his goal in the traditional way and ch allen ge Fred to a duel. During work, he walked up to Fred and threw down his blue bandana. “Pick it up,” he snarled, “and agree to fight like a chipmunk.”

Fred agreed without en th u siasm .

That afternoon behind the acorn factory, they each mounted on fighting badgers. Like w h irlw ind s they turned and thundered towards each other. Sym pathetic voices rose from the branches surrounding the track. For the tw entieth time, Fred said his prayers.

With the lance pointed at his heart, he hoped Earl would not extin gu ish him. Attempting to dispatch Fred quickly with one thrust of his lance, Earl came closer. Fred cried,’’Help me Mother of all acorns!!!” Suddenly fog wreathed the fighters, and the chipmunks in the trees could no longer see either of them. Seconds later, the fog lifted. Their badgers stood panting, barely able to breathe but Fred’s saddle was empty.

Chipmunks still tell the story of Fred and Earl to little ‘munks at night around the fire. No one really knows what happened to Fred, but the next Monday the young mole bookkeeper never came to work. Rumors reached the acorn factory of sunny beaches and long volleyball games played in front of a luxury condo.

THE END!!!!?

The Birds llfand squirrels) “Help!” yelled Alexandra.

She was playing “Super Mario World" the video game. She loved to play that video game. We couldn’t get her away from the television.

One day Dolly my Mom and Charlie my Dad wanted to go on a walk, and they asked Alexandra if she wanted to go too. At that time Alexandra got a game over, so she said she would.

While the rest of my family was out I played video games, and then I heard all of this noise that sounded like the Pacific Ocean. But I thought it couldn’t be because we lived about forty miles from the beach.

Then I glanced outside and there were billions of birds, different shapes and sizes.

There were gulls that must of flown from the beach, blue jays that live right in Atherton, and belive it or not flying squirrels. The rest of my family quickly ran in the door and asked if I had seen the birds. I demanded to go on a trip to Australia to get away from the birds while they are attacking in the winter. My Father replied, “Yes, we will take a trip to Australia to let the birds attack and then return. We quickly packed up our valuables and rushed to the San Francisco Airport.

We got there in a flash, but the birds and squirrels were there too. The speakers announced that flight 777 to Australia is departing this very second to get away so the birds would not get in the way.

We swiftly boarded the plane, to get out of there. Finally, we were on the plane. Th< pilot screamed that the birds were getting stuck in the jets, and that can be trouble for a big B-747.

The plane was going down, down, down, down, down, down, and down.

BAM!!!

The plane hit the ground with a great bang. Luckily we landed on a big tree. All of the passengers were dead except my family and another family named the Biggs’. We crawled out of the plane and I got my backpack and we looked around. We saw a sign. It said welcome to Maui,Hawaii. We noticed that there were tons of trees there. Both of our families thanked God that there were no birds there. After about two hours we got out of the dense forest. We saw a whole bunch of birds flying over head. Just like at home. I was prepared I had brought a survival blow horn to scare away the birds. I blew the horn.

HOOOOOOR! Then the only use the horn did was get the birds to dive so I jumped in front of my family and risked my life by pulling out a piece of beef and threw it away from us. The birds all went in the other direction. We kept running tell we got to the Kapalua resort. The resort we usually stay at during Christmas. That was the way we found the direction to the resort. We asked if we could have a room, and quick. They yelled,

“Sure now hurry up to your room so the birds don’t get you.” We ran as fast as we could to our room. We just plainly forgot about the elevator because it would take too long. Ah at last we are in our one room. Both of our families were in the same room eating, sleeping, resting, and talking together. I wasn’t ready to give up. I would fight for the good side even if no one would help me. I would never rig up a trap for the Biggs’ to get stuck in. A bird smacked the window! Everybody jumped up. The gulls started to attack the whole building. Every second counted. We all ran outside to get away from the windows so the pieces of glass would not cut us open. We noticed that the birds were swooping down from both sides. A big crow dived down about to hit me right between my eyes when I woke up in my own bed. I woke up because of my sister yelling help on Super Mario World the video game. I got out of bed and noticed that everybody was doing the exact same thing they were doing in my dream. My Mom and Dad asked my sister if she wanted to go on a walk because she had a game over, which was what happened in my dream. I called out NOOOOO!! But it was too late they had already left. Then I heard the ocean and I looked outside and sure enough there was a bunch of birds. My parents ran in the door. I thought to myself, Qh Hq!o 1 1

THE

END

They Appeared.

I could tell they were coming. They were pecking at my windows. There were only small birds now but could tell the gulls,jackdaws,and sanderling would follow. Iknew what would be necessary and gave instructions to my family.

Around 1:00 in the morning, a big clatter jolted me awake. Before I had time to see what had happened, my family ran in to my room. My mom screamed, “ there’re here! The birds!” I grabbed tyhe poratable phone and called Lisa.I shouted, “ Lisa,the birds are here!Go board your windows like I have told my dad to do. Have Joyce prepare food like I have told my mom. Have one of your brothers gather fire wood from your garage like my brother has done.

That should hold up pretty well,for a while .”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, just do that and you will be fine, for now.” “ Thank’s; bye!”

I heard the smacking and the birds hurling themselves on the roof. So I clamberedup to the roof where the birds were trying to peck away into our house.I ordered my brother to throw me a blanket, which would enable me to hit the birds. After about a half an hour of swating the birds, they gave up. I climbed back in my house where I turned on the radio. It said the birds had stopped attacking.

We were all saved.

I was overjoyed! I had saved my family!Now they would think of me as an adult, someone who knew more than a thing or two.

Thump, thump, thump. They had returned.

THE THREE BEARS AND ME AGAIN I was burning fat while jogging through the woods. After jogging for an hour, I felt hungry. Finally, I saw the house of the three bears. Since I thought there wasn’t anybody home, smelling mustard covered hot dogs, I walked in the front door. Papa Bear saw me from the control room on his security camera 2000. I walked over to the table and tasted the hot dogs.

Papa Bear’s was too hot, Mama Bear’s hot dog was was too cold. Baby Bear’s was just right, so I gobbled it all up. Baby Bear peeked up from upstairs. Seeing me, he jumped into his car bed and drove down the stairs.

I saw Baby Bear and dashed to hide in the closet. I scrambled to the closest door and jumped in. I was in the gun room. I sprinted through the middle of Mama Bear’s rifle practice. I was hit in the side. Seeing all that blood, I felt sick and thought I was hurt. I crawled off. It turns out it was only the ketchup packets I had stuffed into my pockets in McDonald’s, and I wasn’t hurt after all. However, I was still in danger, I jumped out a door with a diving board and landed in the inside pool. I was so astonished, I jumped out of the pool and tried to open the doors and windows, but they were all locked tight. I hid in the bathroom. Sweat was poring down my face so I hid behind the toilet.

There was no way out except to find the control panels for opening the doors. I ran upstairs and just as I opened the door, Papa Bear called the cops. They were there in five seconds flat. It turns out they arrested the three bears because they thought the house was mine. So here I sit in my new h o u s e ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ a r jp ^ h i^ l^ t ^ ^ b e a r s ^ a r e locked up in jail.

Ha, ha, ha!

The Gang Tryout Razor, Python, and Ripper were waiting outside the gang hideout. The hideout was in the basement across the subway entrance. It was filled with pool tables, smoke, and drug dealers. Joe, the head guy, called their names. They followed him to a room which was clean and air conditioned, and had couches to sit on. He hissed, “O f course you know what you have to do to get in, don’t you?”

They admitted, “No.” Joe told them they would each have to kill one person.

Ripper gulped. He wasn’t sure he would go as far as murder to join a gang.

The next day they rose really early and set up a station in one o f the running subways. Python wrinkled up his nose and complained it smelled like pee. As they strolled through the subway they saw homeless people asleep in boxes. Ripper felt sony for them. Razor declared, ’These people would be easy targets, don’t you think, Ripper?” Ripper mumbled uneasily, ’’Yeah, right.”

They set up their sleeping bags against a wall under some stairs and fell asleep at about three p.m.. At midnight they would awaken and look for a victim, so they wanted to rest well beforehand. Ripper stayed awake all afternoon thinking about the killing; he couldn’t decide whether he would go through with it or not. He was so tense he could hardly keep his head up. He finally decided to back out.

This wasn’t worth it. He waited until Python and Razor were asleep and ran to the police station so fast he couldn’t think. The police acted quickly and sent out two squad cars. When they reached the subway, Razor and Python were gone. Ripper knew he would be killed if Joe found out he had bailed and ratted to the police. In spite of the risk, Ripper took the police to the gang’s basement hideout. Razor and Python’s jackets were strewn outside on the ground. The police ran inside. They saw Joe waving a gun right at Razor and Python. Joe accused,” How could you let him get away? How can you back out now? You’re such cowards!” The police ran in and grabbed Joe, handcuffed him, and took him to the police station. He was put away for ten years.

Ripper stumbled to Razor and Python and told them that they were brave and that he would never have had the courage to confront Joe and tell him he was going to back out. “ You saved our lives dude,” Razor and Python chorused. They gave each other high-fives and walked away feeling stronger.

B

T h e P oker Gam e

by Annie Johnson

Every October they get to play. AH the patients in the asylum are allowed one night of poker with no guards watching.

It was the night of all nights, where the courageous went to earn big bucks.

Everyone watched or played, sane or insane.

All the craziest people in the world were there, The Mad Doctor Owen, who tabulated demented squirrels names in alphabetical order, Wide Jessica, who measured the width of everything, Clean Kristin, whose motto was,"Sanity is nice but cleanliness is better.", Miner Mark, who had every mineral known to man (or women), Poser Piper, who could change herself into five different people, And finally, Imposter Hugh, who had changed his name so many times, that it was impossible to say his name correctly.

"Deal the cards!" shouted the Mad Doctor Owen.

"Foolish!!!!" laughed a voice in the background. Who would have the courage to talk back to Owen? Why, the posture perfect Ariana!

"Let me revise my statement: deal the cards or be my next experiment!!!" the angry Owen screamed.

"Foolish!!!" Ariana whispered, and then jumped on the card table, only to pick op the cards and deal them strait at Owen! But these where no regular cards.

They were Bicycle cards, peddling towards Owen. H was struck by the cards, and his final words were, "Tell the guards that was sorry to impose on their evening, and tell my chipmunks,.... that I....love them..."

The guards walked in, saw the mess, then hauled everyone back to their cells. All that could be heard from the asylum was a wild laughter coming from one of the cells•••• ^ —-

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The Cordies Trickery The sun was rising in Lilaland. As it peeked over the lush green hill, all the little creatures awoke and stretched their cramped wings and paws. Only three other creatures had already been awake before sunrise. Dara and her two friends the Rumples, were young half-human half-feline creatures, otherwise know as Cordies. Dara and the Rumples huddled in their secret tree house which was hidden in the sparkling purple, yellow and red plants and trees that grew in Lilaland.

They were planning how they would sneak into Mrs. Sourberry’s perfectly arranged garden and dig up the dirt and throw all the uprooted plants onto her house. Then they would take big dirt clods and break the tiny attic windows with them. These antics seemed perfectly justified to the Rumples, but Dara had never participated in this kind of mischief before. She knew that Mrs. Sourberry was a little grumpy and old, but she didn’t really want to upset her. However, if she didn’t agree she was sure the Rumples wouldn’t be her friends anymore.

She made her final decision the next day that she would join them in their trickery.

They spent the next two days planning strategies and drawing maps. Dara loved to draw, so she was responsible for the maps.

It was one day before the exciting event and Dara was faced with another problem. How was she going to sneak out without her parents noticing? Then it hit her! She would sleep over at the Rumples house.

The three of them were up all night poring over their plans and maps.

At 5:30am the three mischief makers rushed out the door, for they had only half an hour until the sun rose. They gathered all their supplies and set off to the little mushroom house with the perfectly tended garden. once Dara and one of the Rumples were tied on to the rope, the other Rumple would set them down gently in Mrs. Sourberry’s garden on the other side of the reed fence. When all the four paws of each Cordy were on the ground, they began to work. Dara desperately pulled the plants and energetically chopped up the dirt, and the Rumples threw them on the house and broke the windows. Dara thought that that might wake Mrs. Sourberry, but then she remembered that she was half deaf. When they were done throwing plants and dirt clods, they ran behind the gigantic hunter green fern. Mrs. Sourberry flung open the door and gasped! The tears slowly started to trickle down her cheeks. Her expression was a distraught as a mothers would have been if she had just lost her child. The Rumples ran off laughing and giggling, but Dara just stood there paralyzed.

She rushed out frantically and began to apologize. But Mrs. Sourberry just replied that she wanted her garden back. Dara gratefully agreed and she began right away. The next day when the Rumples came back, they weren’t laughing anymore. Their parents had found out and had demanded their children help Mrs. Sourberry restore her garden. They would be working in that garden every day after school for weeks. Dara could tell by their expressions that they were embarrassed and sorry. /V) I

Winter Storm Chilly wind w rerstles abandoned leaves whispering untold secrets the storm gains strength diming the day dark blacks and greys invade the sun like an invincible army

The True Story of Rapunzel Writing Fairy Tale

Piper Selmon Jan. 24,1995

"Hello, I'm the, well, some would call me the wicked witch that stole Rapunzel when she was a baby. That is not right! I will tell you the true story of Rapunzel.

It all started when I was taking my daily walk around the woods and I heard a baby cry. I decided to walk over and see what it was. There were a man and a woman with a baby. They were aruing about something. Suddenly they both turned around and looked at me, and told me to take the baby. I questioned them 'why?' They didn't answer; the couple just put the baby down and ran away. I knew I should take the baby with me or the wolves would certainly eat her up. So picked her up and carried her home.

I lived in a small, very cozy, cottage.

When she was about eight years old, a pack of wolves ran by our house. She wondered what they were. So I explained to her all about wolves. When she understood what they were she was very frightened that they might eat her. So I did what any caring person would do: we moved. We moved into a big tower without any doors or anything at the bottom so that the wolves could not come in.

Rapunzel had grown wonderful long golden locks. So I just climbed up her hair when I wanted to come inside.

When Rapunzel was seventeen years old we still lived in the tower. One night we were eating mashed potatoes for dinner and Rapunzel's hair fell into it and became tangled. She was so furious, that she wanted me to cut off her hair. So I did what she wanted me to do.

One day while I was taking my daily walk I heard a voice at the tower, but it wasn't my dear Rapunzel. It was a young man's voice. I peeked through the bushes to see what was going on. All of a sudden Rapunzel leaped from the tower into the very well dressed [ I wonder where he shops] , handsome young man's arm's. I frantically ran out into the open and called Rapunzel to come back, but alas, she did not hear me. I could not reach the inside of the tower. So here I am now in the cold woods w herej just finished recounting the true story of Rapunzel."

SLAVES of the STREETS All I could do to keep out the horrible cold, was to hug myself just like my mom used to do to me.

I've never really understud life in general. Why things have to happen. Som etim es I thank God for the moments he gives me. But I usually scowl up at the heavens and curse. I’ve lived on the streets ever since I was five. First my dad ran away drunk, and I was glad he did. He w asn’t very nice . He was always drunk, and he yelled a lot.

My mom could hardly pay the rent, so we lived in a shelter. One night she just sat on her cot in the opaque room and cried. She put me to sleep and walked out of the room. I never saw her again. It bothered me at first, but then my feelings turned into hatred. Now I am here on the streets of San Francisco, starving. I don’t beg for money that much. My friend ,Kalef, does all the work. Kalef has never lived in a shelter in all his fourteen years. 1 guess people calls us “Hard Livers". That is what we are.

One day Kalef and I were walking on Fourth Street when we heard a lady scream. Kalef scurried away like a sewer rat and left me standing on the street alone. The next thing I heard was a scream from Kalef, and a shot from a gun. From now on I would be the begger.

I didn’t want to go and see the two corpses. One would be old and pruny, and the other young with a little grin of relief. Kalef had hated the streets. He wanted to have a family. I guess he would be happy to finally be gone. I hope when I go I find my mom. I want to tell her what she has done to me. And when I die, I won’t have to be a slave of the streets.

My mind and stomach were screaming at me for food and warmth. The little paper cup with beige flowers on it was not close to full with coins. The wind was slapping my face. People would stare and then walk past. Only a few old women would drop pennys in the small cup and pat my head. I was becoming desperate, wondering if I should steal. Starvation had invaded my mind.

In the morning my scrawny, bony body woke up to the howling wind. I decided to walk around and regain circulation in my legs.

I could tell it was near Christm as because of the jubilant looks on peoples faces. A lso the beige cup would fill quickly with coins. I never really celebrated a Christm as that felt happy, warm, and joyful. It was always the sam e old, stale, oven-baked turkey and a shrub that was meant to be a tree. The funny part is, I didn’t care. I still don’t.

I kept on pacing the streets, hoping to regain all feeling in my legs. It was still dark out so I stumbled over stones and garbage. Suddenly, I stopped for no particular reason. Looking around, I found that my feet had taken me to the shelter where my mother had left me five years ago. I hadn’t been at the shelter since then, but I distinctly remember it: the paint cracking, the dull brown of the building, the stench of unwashed bodies which was unberable, and the quietude that put me to sleep each cold night. The tingling didn’t stop, so I decided to go in. The creaking door opened with ease. The cots, full of people, crowded the rooms.

“Charlie!”a woman shouted with hesitation in her words. “W hy do you look at me with that puzzled look on your face? Charlie, I’m your mother. I left you here five years ago. Do you rem em ber?”

A t first my words, reluctent to come out, studdered. “M om ?”

“Y e s , C h a rlie ? ” “W h y . . . . ? ” “I’m sorry, Charlie. I needed to collect my thoughts and find a job. I have done both.

Will you trust me and live with me again?” For the first time ever there w as warmth in her voice. I embraced the woman, undecided yet grateful, and looked forward to a new life.

The Dark Month

by Kristin Beaver Today the sky was black with anger while it watched the children abandon their classrooms. It especially watched eight year old Mary Linkston.

"Hi, Mary," exclaimed Jody.

"Hi," responded Mary, "it looks like it is going to be a rainy day." " Maybe you can come over to my house, and we can play with my Baby Plush doll. By the way, Mary, when are you going to get one?" Jody demanded. Mary sighed and grunted," I don't know. Mommy said that since daddy was having trouble with his job, I would have to wait a little longer." Mary saw her mom walking towards her with a grim look on her face, so she told Jody maybe another day. When Mary reached her mom and hugged her, she smiled. As Mary walked home with her mom, she learned that daddy had to change jobs. The rest of the way home Mary and her mother were silent.

Later on Mary told her mom that she was going to take her dog for a walk. During the walk they passed Mr. Barley's toy store. She decided to stop by because Mr. Barley was good friends with her parents. She walked into the old toy store, and chatted with Mr. Barley about school.

When a customer came up to the counter, Mary waltzed over to the doll section. Right in front of her was the Baby Plush doll, that she had been begging for forever.

That night in bed, Mary tugged the covers closer but the wind tugged back. All she could think about was the doll. When she woke up it was still dark. The thick gray fog was hugging the dead brown trees, while the wind whipped the branches against their house. Mary crawled out of her warm, comforting bed. She tip-toed into the kitchen and saw her mom making toast. Mary came up to her mother and began, " Mommy, I had a bad dream about the Baby Plush doll I've been wanting. My friends, they, urn... they lost it, that's it, I guess it wasn't so bad after all." Mary's mom smiled a suspicious smile and spread jam on the toast. Mary couldn't tell her mom what really happened was that her friends chanted and teased Mary about not having a Baby Plush doll. S h e didn't want her mom to feel more upset than she already did because of her Dad's trouble with his job.

Since it was the weekend Mary thought she would walk her dog over to Jody's house and they could dress him up. It was another gray day, so Mary brought a woolly coat along. When Mary arrived at Jody's house they dressed up Mary's dog and then Jody said pointedly, "I guess you dont have a Baby Plush doll yet or else you would be playing with it." To bear the embarrassment of being teased Mary quickly responded, "I am going to get one for my birthday."

Jody replied, "Great! It is going to be your birthday next Saturday, so maybe you could come over on the Sunday after your birthday!" Not knowing what to say Mary added, "That sounds like fun! But I better go. It is almost one o'clock and my mommy wants me home by one fifteen."

"O.K.," commented Jody.

"Bye," Mary replied.

On the way home Mary didn't know what to do. She was so confused. She stopped at Mr. Barley's toy store to say hi. She talked for a while with Mr. Barley, then she skipped over to the toy rack in the back of the room that held the Baby Plush dolls. So confused with all of her thoughts, Mary grabbed one of the dolls and wrapped it up on her big woolly coat. She ran by the cash register, said good-bye to Mr. Barley, and ran out. Mr. Barley was a smart man, though, and he saw a little doll foot sticking out of the coat so he called Mary's parents.

Meanwhile Mary was running as fast as she could home because she didn't want anyone to see her. She ran all the way into her room.

Days passed by and Mary was having trouble hiding the doll. On the following Tuesday after school Mary finally broke down in tears and confessed, "Mommy, Mommy! I can't stand it anymore! I stole a Baby Plush doll from Mr. Barley's toy store!" Mrs. Linkston comforted Mary.

They decided Mary should return the doll and apologize. Mary, since she felt so bad for stealing the doll, offered to work for Mr. Barley for four days to make up for what she had done.

On the last day of her work at the toy store Mr. Barley brought out a package. Mary tore it open and there was the Baby Plush doll that she had always wanted! Mary jumped and sang for joy and gave Mr. Barley a great big hug.

That was the happiest birthday Mary ever had. On the weekends from that day on she worked at Mr. Barley's toy store. And, each day the sun shown more radiantly than ever!

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Decision

It was a sunny and warm morning, near a cozy Hawaiian beach cottage. The bright blue sky was filled with puffy white clouds. The ctxil breeze was playing with the white flower buds, and the leaves on the palm trees seemed to be danjfI^ a'g p ,^ anci Alfred Cox had just left his cottage with Fuzzy, his Brussels Griffon dog bouncing behind him. They walked swiftly into a dark, cold, and mossy cave on the beach where the gentle waves lapped the coarse sand and receded. Alfred waited patiently for his friends, Teddy and Frederick. He watched the seals bob their heads up and down in the clear water. Fuzzy pounced happily on the bubbling foam in the cave. Every once in a while, he yapped, as a seagull fluttered by. Alfred saw Fuzzy wag his tail energetically. By this he knew his friends had arrived. Teddy patted Fuzzy gently on his back and plopped down with a thump. " What shall we do today? " snickered Frederick eagerly. " I think w e should m ake a sw ing o u t of the reeds w e collected yesterday, replied Alfred. " Great idea! " shouted Teddy. So they grabbed the green reeds and wove them together into one huge rope.

They left the rope behind and sprinted into the playful water. Teddy cackled," I found some coral! " " Great! " Frederick exclaimed. The three boys heaved the massive coral to shore. " 1brought the knife," Alfred announced. " Can we start carving it now?" " Fine," Teddy answered sarcastically," we can." " You can start, Alfred," announced Frederick. , , , , "Thanks," Alfred proclaimed. He took the rigid knife and started carving the tough coral. Little shavings drifted off of the coral and landed on the cold moss.

Exhausted, Alfred sighed to Frederick " Do you want to try? " " That would be great! " he cried. Frederick carved more, and pretty soon the swing was done. " Let me tie itonttie rope, "Teddy demanded. , . ,. " Ok," Alfred replied. Teddy pulled the coarse rope through the tiny hole. Struggling, he finally slipped it ^ " I'm starving, let's have lunch! " growled Teddy .They ran swiftly to Alfred s cottage with Fuzzy yapping behind them. Fuzzy popped through the dog door and sat patiently, waiting for his food. The door burst open and in came the boys. Fuzzy whimpered softly, so Alfred filled his bowl with Kibbles and Bits Teddy opened the shiny refrigerator door. He grabbed out three luscious mangoes wrapped in Saran wrap and slammed the creaky door I he transparent paper crinkled as the boys quickly unwrapped the mangoes. Frederick oassed out silverware and after peeling the juicy mangoes they scarfed them down. Fuzzy licked his lips joyfully. After they finished their meal, t e boys ambled towards the cave. Alfred carried the swing to a lush green place with a creek running through it. There were tiny red flowers graced with sparkling dew, and beautiful coconut palms. Frederick found a perfect place to hang the swing: on a giant palm frond. He carefully slithered up the giant pole. When he finally reached the top, Alfred threw him the rope. After Frederick caught it, he tied it very tightly to the strongest frond on the tree.

Frederick pronounced," Let's have a party! " The sun was fading like a colorful, wilting rose_The night was creeping over Hawaii. Teddy, Frederick, Alfred, and Fuzzy rushed to Teddy's cabin, and called some friends to iom the lest. Calvin, a shabby, mean boy, and Rob, sneaky and suspicious, were the only ones who could make it. When they arrived, the moon was beaming like a bright lantern as it watched the boys celebrate Calvin brought brownies and Rob brought Coke. When they were slurping down the Coke and munching on the rich brownies, Altred asked politely if he could try the rope swing first.

His friends shouted in unison " No! " " Why not? " Alfred inquired nicely. " Why else? " Teddy declared, raising his voice. " You have to steal a baby s toy first. " But that's mean! " shouted Alfred. " Well, we all did it, it's no big deal! " spoke Calvin calmly. " I'll think about it, " groaned Alfred sadly, running to his house. " He's such a loser! " guffawed Frederick. " Why were we his friends anyway? " The next morning, Altred woke, as the sun poured into his room. He trudged over to the beach. Fuzzy wasn t up yet and he was very lonely and bored. He sat down sifting the rough, golden sand through his hands.

Rob came up to Alfred and placidly asked, " Are you going to steal a toy? " " I don't know yet, 1guess. " " There's one over there. " Alfred walked over and saw the cute baby s face. ^ " I couldn't do that," he replied. " I'm sorry, 1guess you won't be my friend anymore. ' " Why not? " Rob insisted " 1still like you." " 1 thought you didn't, what made you change your mind?" , , ~ , . " 1thought it was mean of them to treat you that way. 1was like you because 1stole the toy when Calvin saw me, and I felt back so I gave it back. It wasn't until 1realized that 1had a nice friend to play with, that 1stopped playing with Teddy, Frederick, and Calvin. " " Let's go surfing! " exclaimed Alfred. " Great idea! " snouted Rob.

The Birds

by Ariana Medina It was an ominous day in California in 1994. I didn’t wake up on time because it was dark; the electricity had gone out. My mom was a nervous wreck as she tried to sit me up in bed. It was the noise that aroused me. Birds were banging against the glass, as though they were trying to break in! A news bulletin on the portable TV reported that all the schools were closed today. Then I remembered it was my responsibility to take Max outside so he could go to the bathroom!

“Oh gosh, what am I going to do? I will have to risk my life to help my beautiful, faithful dog!” We had just moved into our new house, so I had a lot of boxes with which I could make protective armor for Max and me. We looked really funny, but it was worth making fools out of ourselves to be safe. I learned in Science that birds have instinct, not reasoning powers, but these birds tried to peck at us through the cardboard. After a while they knew it was too hard to penetrate the thick material, so they started to fly off to Lindsey’s house! Max and I rushed down the street, but it was too late. The house was silent. Suddenly there was a shrill scream from my house. I ran as fast as I could to find that the windows were shattered and glass covered the floor. My family was torn to shreds. I desperate, turned on the TV, to try to understand, but only black and white popcorn showed up. Then it came to me that I was the only person left on the surface of the earth! I knew it was only a matter of time for me, but I wouldn’t focus on my fate. “Let’s go, Max, and take a walk.”

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Deep in the African jungle, next to a crystal blue waterfall that laughed like a young child, sat Kajamba. He was all alone. He wondered why, why had his parents died, why hadn’t Canson, the god of the people saved them? Not even Hamasa, the medicine man of the village could have saved them. He now even wondered if the old, wrinkled man was much of anything. “ Kajamba, there you are; I’ve been looking for you everywhere!” yelped Camerun resonantly.

Kajamba just starred into his deep brown eyes and over his tall, muscular body, hoping not to look sad about the loss of their parents. But Camerun knew. He would know his brother’s feelings even if he was in the body of the great leopard. “ The boys, especially Shashanti, were teasing me again. They say I’m a baby and that I’m too small and skinny to ever become a warrior. ” Camerun took a deep breath. “ You will grow, Kajamba, and when you grow you will be more than Shashanti or anyone will ever be.”

Kajamba felt puzzled. “ But how can I hold my head up high and prove to everyone that I am brave like Shashanti? “ Never mind that right now for you should be excited, the Festival of the Lions is now starting!”

They traversed though the icy waters of the waterfall until they came upon the bustling village. Everyone was joyful: the warrior were gathering to be painted, the women of the village were just laying bread to cool, the children were dancing with happiness. The entire village was having a terrific day preparing for the Festival of the Lions. “ Ha, Ha, Ha there’s that ugly, little runt Kajamba; he’s such a baby, he’s never going to be brave like us!” cried Shashanti. “ No,no ,no I’m not “, was all Kajamba could utter. “ Well if you’re so cunning, then why don’t you prove it ? ” barked Shashanti. “ Fine,I will, I’ll show all of you tonight...tonight I'll steal Hamasa’s prayer beads!” All of them just stared, they could not believe his choice. Not even Kajamba recognized his own voice.

The fire blazed as the roaring tombo drums shrieked though Kajamba’s ears. Just then Kajamba saw the wanriors painted, wearing mammoth intensely colored masks. Then the warriors froze solid and all music and sound stopped as Hamasa sluggishly, yet steadily stepped out of his hut to begin his blessing on the event.

This was Kajamba’s moment. He felt as though his heart had stopped,his stomach chopped into tiny bits, and a black, suffocating blanket had covered his eyes until he could not see. But he pulled himself together, and dashed past the maidens, past the tombo players, past everyone until he found himself raising his hand to Hamasa’s neck where the prayer beads lay gracefully. “ Whack !” The sound was horrendous. The old man had grabbed onto Kajamba’s wrist!

Kajamba just stood there letting the cool sweat stream down his face while everyone gaped in pure silence. “ I shall return,” echoed Hamasa’s voice, as he turned away from the crowd still holding tightly onto Kajamba”s hand.

Hamasa quietly sat down next to Kajamba in his hut. “ I know why you did this terrible thing. I, too, was young once, trying to prove my bravery.”

Kajamba listened , fearing his impending punishment. Hamasa spoke further. “ Kajamba I know that you are not a bad boy despite and what you have just done I would like you to be the village’s medicine man.” Kajamba was shocked. “ I have been watching you for a long time, Kajamba, and I have seen qualities in you that this village needs. You have patience, wisdom, intelligence and tonight you have shown me great courage which I myself lack.” Kajamba felt deeply grateful. Simply to be forgiven by the wise Hamasa would have been enough. But to be recognized and honored like this was overwhelming.

Later that evening after the feast had been eaten and the last song had been sung, Kajamba told his brother the good news. Camerun’s face shown with admiration, and Kajamba knew his parents would have been proud.

WHERE WILL THEY BE IN THE YEAR 2 0 2 5 ?

B rittnev Allvn will be continue on the basketball court and play on the first major league women’s baseball team, but will retire early after she misses a fly ball that does cerebral damage (at least a big bump) and become the host of a Basketball show, collecting bags and bags of fan mail each day (nothing new). She will, of course, be married.

K ristin Beaver will earn a PhD in Science writing her thesis on ants (some people would say because she is the closest to them - not true), but will then give up academia to become a homemaker in Connecticut after earning the title of Mrs. California. Anonymously she will take on the presidency of “Psychos, Inc.” after all those years of undeniable perfection. lohn _ B lanchette, the mega sports man, will sign in high school to play on the NBA, breaking all of Michael Jordan’s records.. His laugh will become his trademark (although still retaining its features as a mating call.) He will spend a short stint in the mountains living with the moose population perfecting this famous bellow. Yes, he will have a beard by then.

Kendall Burian will work for a while on the “Beavis and Butthead” staff, creating their cartoons from personal experiences. He will continue to pierce his other ear, eyebrows, and nose in order to look the part of a Heavy Metal “musician”, opening his own store, “Earrings R Us”, in order to have a source for the earrings at a good price.

Steven Cottle will still be looking for a bride, since so many women had already refused him before he finished sixth grade. He will definitely be an army or navy dude, ultimately earning the rank of major or minor. He will have a brief career as a professional baseball player, taking to the Supreme Court his request to keep the officially retired number 24 (Whose is it? You can’t graduate without knowing).

Owen David, if he doesn’t actually become a chipmunk himself and move to Yosemite, he will take his drawings to Disney studios where they will adapt them to a new chipmunk ride. On all holidays he will have permission to dress up as Dale the Chipmunk and entertain (or terrorize) anklebiters at Disneyland. He can do such things because he is really the Mathemagician.

Lisa Friedrichs will be Tara Vandevear’s replacement and lead the women on to victory after victory, ultimately creating a professional women’s basketball team that will compete against men’s teams around the world. On the off-season, she will continue to make jew'elry for the rich and famous, and will advise Madame on earring selection since hers tend to be questionable. She will help cure Lindsey of “likes” which will make her a happier person.

Jessica Goldman will replace Whitney Houston with her incredible voice, and will then make a big splash from Broadway to Hollywood (no, not swimming). She will become a national srniler and be sought after by presidents to keep the country happy. She will hire two body guards to keep her from bumping into things or being stung by hornets so as not to jeopardize her successful acting career.

Jason Grauel will be a professional hummer, a skill he honed in sixth grade.

Madame will go see him when he hums the National Anthem at Candlestick Park for a Giants game. His ability to ask at least two things will help train him for a sideline profession as an auctioneer. He will build a happy home out of Legos and hire a secretary for every room.

Lindsey Hassen will NOT marry Stevie, but will open a Women’s Self Defense institute to help other women protect themselves from such wolves or other dangers.

She will play on Lisa’s professional basketball team for a while, but will retire at an early age to dedicate her life to erasing the word “like” from the English language.

Annie Johnson will of course be a wacky entertainer of some sort, perhaps as host of the popular “Spot the Looney Show”. Her company, “Happy, Happy, Joy, Joy,” will win the Nobel Peace Prize for cheering up the largest number of people in one year in the history of mankind (or womankind). She will be secretary for Kristin’s company, Psychos, Inc, where she will continue to write asylum literature.

lanine Kagle will be an alternate secretary for Kristin’s company when Annie has to travel outside of the country to cheer people up. Her skill with languages will earn her a position at the United Nations, translating Unicef boxes into every language of the world. She will then have to teach these other cultures how to Trick-or-Treat in order to use them, but her supply of costumes and funny glasses will help make her job credible.

Ariana Medina will be a full-time professional laugher. She will invent a machine that will create laughter in order to give her some rest time without having to laugh herself. She will sell the component parts to Annie who will use them in her “Happy, happy, Joy, Joy” company on alternate Thursdays when laughing is usually down.

Mark Negus will be arrested for trying to impersonate a king. It won’t be a problem, though, since he will be the sheriff and will be able to decide himself if he is “Guilty, guilty, guilty”. He will perfect his rock-climbing skills and scale the San Francisco Transamerica building just in time for tea. What was to be a short jaunt to Mt. Everest was the last anyone saw of him.

Hugh Robinson will be playing for the NBA for a few years until they discover that he’s really not 7 feet tall. He will be the first in the class to be married, probably because of the name that has stuck with him all year: “Hugs”. Upon retirement, he will open a successful alternative to the Hair Club for Men, and will help out Kendall, the first to go bald.

Elizabeth Rowen will enter the 2012 Olympics in absolutely every event (including football, basketball, volleyball, baseball, discus throw, high jump, etc.), taking Soupy to the top in the Equestrian events. She will purchase a faster horse for racing, which will annoy Soupy and cause occasional flare-ups of horse anger.

Piper Selmon will be running a mega horse stable in Oregon where she will train to be a jockey. She will go into partnership with Elizabeth with the training of All American athletes in a new sport called “horse dueling”. She will give it all up, though, for a career in singing once she is discovered.

Brenton Shalvov will stay at home and surf the internet. This will give him time to breed his nine-foot tall dogs with dachshunds just to see what happens. (He will then be arrested by Claire who will be an animal rights activist). He’ll give up the dogs and concentrate on computers, becoming at a very young age, president of Sun Microsoft. This will free up time for him so he can pursue his secret passion for bowling..

Conrad Vink will memorize the encyclopedia before the age of 18, and will become a major scientist of some sort that no one understands. He will invent wonderful things, though, and on Saturdays he will share his inventions on a T.V. showbroadcast from England. His best invention will be a small patch that can be surgically placed under the skin that will make you smarter for a few hours of evenday.

Claire Waterman will create her own music sound and start a whole new rage in the music world. Her songs will be dedicated to peacemaking, and she will be sent around the world every time a war breaks out. On her days off from the recording studio, she will run a funky shop in the Haight to provide Madame with the latest in shoe fashions and hats. She won’t be burping anymore, although she will incorporate that sound into her band.

Blake W ollenberg will open a toy store and sell all kinds of neato pencils and gadgets that do things. He will own a ranch in Arizona where he will spend every winter to keep his allergies under control. He will ride around and around the ranch on his bike (always wearing his helmet) to check on his cattle or zebras or whatever because he likes the freedom of the out-of-doors.

Katie Wylie will share some of her height with Kristin, because she was always a generous person. Her height w-ill be recognized as an asset, though, and she will become a famous model, ultimately leading to a career in clothes design for “the shortness impaired”. Her Deep Thoughts will be much sought after, and a part-time career in television will develop

Kristin John, Hugh, and Elizabeth Owen, Annie, Jessica, and Madame

most boy crazy best goody two-shoes weirdest hair zaniest funniest laugh or giggles loudest scream biggest horse lover most computerized most intelligent loudest burper loudest in general tallest most avid sports fan biggest baby voice greatest actor/actress neatest handwriting most time spent outside of class or school best baseball/softball player

Brittney Jessica Brent, Jason, and Madame Jessica, Annie, and Janine

most organized best red-head best jewelry maker most often having "2 things" most "likes" best accent most athletic best hippie graduated to "punk" prettiest in a dress best earring most freckles best graphic artist biggest concert attender happiest at all times biggest military dude most A+'s most in need of a secretary best blond biggest gossip quietest most illogical deep thoughts biggest perfectionist most "what did I do?” s most bloody noses best lunches greatest PEACE promoter biggest Bevis & Butthead admirer most likely to be out of chair biggest environmentalist

Ariana Hugh, Lindsey, and Katie Piper and Elizabeth Brent and Jason Conrad Claire Blake Katie Hugh, John, and Lisa Steven Jessica, Annie, and Mark Kristin Kendall and Blake Steve, John, Brittney Kristin and Jessica Steven Lisa Jason Lisa and Lindsey Mark, Owen, and Conrad John, Brittney, Elizabeth, and Hugh Claire Lisa, Brittney, and Owen Lindsey, Katie, Annie, and Kendall Stevie, Brent, and Janine Owen, Annie, and Kendall Claire Ariana, Owen, and Annie Steve Conrad, Jessica, Janine, Kristin Jason Mark, Katie, and Lisa Lindsey and Brittney Piper, Kristin, and Janine Katie, Jessica, and Madame Jessica and Hugh Brent and Blake Jason Hugh Claire Kendall Blake and Jason Owen

SUPERLATIVES!

shortest best basketball player most unusual character

LA ST WILL AND TESTA M EN T O F TH E C L A S S O F 1995

I, Brittney Allyn, being of sound mind and body, do hereby bequeath my sports ability to Kristin Hiller in Kindergarten. I leave my sense of humor to Jessica Suttle in fifth grade, and my height I will to Olin Montalvo in second grade to add to what my classmates are offering him!

I, Kristin Crisco Beaver, tall at least in spirit, bequeath my honorable shortness to my sister Kaitlin in the fourth grade so that she will never be taller than I. I generously leave by braces to Steven White in first grade because he has the perfect smile. I will my neat handwriting to Haley Selmon in first grade. Lastly, Kelsey Kagle will receive my books because she never seems to have enough to do for homework.

I, John P. Blanchette, b€ w . nd and body, do hereby bequeath my neatness to my brother Mike because he needs it desperately. I leave my positive attitude to the little kid in Nursery School who is always crying during our English class. I give my height to Olin Montalvo for obvious reasons.

I, Kendall Burian, being of sound mind and body (sort of), dc , my worldly possessions to Heath Burian in first grade. I leave my creativity to Cameron Murfit in third grade. To Blake Curia on first grade I will my earring, and to Matthew Singleton I give my gum collection.

I, Steven Cottle, being of sound mind and body, do hereby bequeath my luck to Matt Curtis in second grade for future teachers to come.

I, Owen (“O”) David, bequeath my ability to be happy almost all the time to Geoff Hunt to cheer him up. I leave my hair which is usually messed up to every single person in the school with perfect hair. I leave my love of chipmunks and chipmunk drawing to Sam Tully and Joey Moreno in second grade. I give my craziness to Kelsey Kagle because she is too normal. I leave my question of where my mind is to anyone who dares to ask (although we think is is actually in retirement in Tahiti). Lastly, the teachers receive my uttermost gratitude and appreciation.

I, Lisa Friedrichs, do hereby bequeath my calm ness to Alexandra Shepard in Kindergarten, i leave my straight hair to Catherine McDonnell in Kindergarten To my Kick-the-Can partner, Alexis Meredith, i give my strength to kick the can a million miles I bequeath my m essy desk to Anne Roberts in first grade. To Mr. Sherman I leave the fond memories of our first male homeroom teacher.

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I, Jessica Chinoise Goldman, will rny weird misbehaving hair to Aiyssa Mitchell in fourth grade who has never known a Bad Hair Day To Catherine McDonnell in Kindergarten I leave my ongoing smile Lastly, for Madame, I leave my uncrazy shoes for those more discrete social occasions And I shall always leave the refrigerator door

I, Jason Grauel, bequeath rny unusual handwriting to Kaitlin Beaver because hers is so nice. I leave my Lego building skills to Adrienne Joy in Kindergarten who already likes Legos and is on her way to serious engineering. I leave my m essy desx and ail the mysteries inside to my sister Emily in third grade Last of ail, I leave my volubility to Hanae Rios in Fifth grade to prepare her for next year

I, Lindsey Hassen, leave my desk and lovely teal chair to Anne Roberts in the first grade. To Jordan Tiffany in the second grade I bequeath ail the answers to the vocabulary workbook Lastly, I leave the sports section of the newspaper to Stan Drake so he will know all the stats of every game - especially the Warriors'.

\ I, Annie Johnson, being of sound craziness and weirdness, bequeath rny chipped chair to Julia Duncan in second grade. To Kate Michelson in second grade i give my funky green hat. Forest Tiffany in Room 9 will receive my ability to smile. Finally, to my brother, Alex, I leave my ability to talk to complete strangers about nothing at all. r r v ^ /y /)

I, Janine Kagie, hereby bequeath my neat handwriting to Kelsey Kagle in the fourth grade because she is in dire need of such a skill To Sara Will in Kindergarten I leave my Hymnal because she loves to play with it. I most gratefully leave my allergies to Katie Fogelsong in the fourth grade because she is never miserable. Lastly Tara Scarioni will receive my height to compensate for her tininess

I, Ariana Medina, being of craziness and insanity, leave my laugh to Adam Patterson in Kindergarten. To Mrs. Docter i give my special ability to relabel the Andes as the Pyrenees . Finally, to my sister Lexi Medina in Room 10 I give my long hair so people will know she is really a girl.

I, Marcus Not-so-Realius Negus, leave my fiery temper to Laurel Shiba in fourth grade I bequeath my desk to my brother in fifth grade for no reason at all so that he will enjoy sixth grade as much as I have. I also will my rare sense of organization to Babak Lashkari in first grade because he needs to lose control sometimes

I, Hugh Hugs Robinson, being of sound mind and body, do hereby bequeath my desk to my sister Dana in Nursery School. I leave my basketball skills to Shakeem Williams for future P.B.S. victories. To Sedric Drake in fourth grade I give my speed, and to Ben Ruder my shortness so maybe he will stop growing. I leave my conscience in good shoes to Alexandra Shepard in Kindergarten, and to Russel! Powell I will my hats so he will wear something different. Last^but not Se^st) I give to Mike Blanchette the ability to beat his older brother John.

I, Elizabeth Rowen, hereby bequeath to Katherine Tennis my hand so she can always cling on it. I leave Kelly Shryver my very loud voice so that she will be noticed in Kindergarten. Julia Martin in second grade will receive my tranquility so she can sit still in class. To Katherine Bechtel in fourth grade I leave my ability to jump 150 jump ropes a minute To Emily Dawson in fourth grade I will my desk so she can finish picking off all the tape that has been placed on it in previous years which will keep her amused for hours Last but definitely not least, I leave my citizenship to Heath Burian.

I, Piper Tuyau Seimon, hereby leave my desk to Katherine Bechtel in fourth grade so she will always have a place to sit. To Julia Martin I will all my good grades. To my sister Haley and my brother Spencer give my special ability to put off my homework until the very last minute and still be able to hand it in on time. Last of all, I bequeath my memories to all the remaining students of P B S to help them create their own.

I, Brent Owen Shalvoy, leave all my video games to Karl Barber in fifth grade. I give ail my books to Conrad Vink in England since he will find better use for them than I. The entire fifth grade will receive my sense of humor to help them through the year. Finally, I bequeath my planner to Russell Powell to help him become organized.

!, Ram say-Marie Claire Waterman, leave my loud voice to Olin Montalvo in second grade so he will always be heard. I leave my ability to talk in chapel and not be caught to Matt Singleton in first grade, I bequeath my creative writing to my little brother Gar in third grade The whole Nursery School and Kindergarten will receive my exquisite taste in music and my extensive knowledge of every band. I give my outgoing character and my great taste in clothes to the Kubal twins in first grade. Finally, I leave my citizenship awards to Holly Burian in third grade.

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I, Blake Woilenberg, being of sound mind and body, do hereby bequeath my karate skills to Austin Koo I leave my pencil to Thomas Schryver in the second grade. To Shakeem W illiam s I give my loud, interrupting voice. Mrs. Docter will receive my laser printer to help her in class when she is showing slides

I, Katie Wylie, hereby bequeath to Alexis Meredith my height of 5 feet 9 inches. I give my book of deep thoughts to Elizabeth Johnson in Kindergarten to torture her sister forever. I also leave my funky Tweetie Bird box and pencil holder to Kelly Schryver because l bet she would have tons of fun with it.

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CLASS HISTORY OF THE CLASS OF 1995 N U R S E R Y S C H O O L Mrs. Dulik, Mrs. Trick, and Mrs Young were our teachers.

School was terrific then because there was no homework! Claire’s dad built a fabulous wooden playhouse. We had Graham crackers and milk at snack time and there were naps that they won’t let us take now in sixth grade We did a lot of painting and made Cheerios necklaces A few of us had the chance to experience the “growing up chair" (Piper - when she wouldn’t share the black cape) and some of us are still working on growing up! John gave fishes to the nursery school and they grew and grew and grew and just died in 1994. One of the highlights of the year was Alden throwing up when she ate playdough!

K IN D E R G A R T E N Mrs. Lippert and Mrs Jory were our teachers. Janine joined the group. This was the year we got to go to chapel with the sixth graders’ Crystal the Bunny shared the classroom with us. There was the letter of the week and paper animals for letters. We filled in lots of charts for birthdays and the weather and teeth We started real work with packets(and packets and packets) every morning, and Janine’s mom came and read us stories. We had a think tank and we made faces like Sally Seal. Santa brought us candy canes in our shoes, and we made brownies for the spaghetti lunches. We made a million things like Christmas ornaments, marble paintings, and bird feeders.

F I R S T G R A D E Miss Harrison was a new teacher. She read Little House on the Prairie during naptime (with her boyfriend). Jason and Conrad arrived. We had an earthquake and no one came to school. Kelly was the teacher’s pet. Marcia Blanchette was the P.E. teacher (John’s mom). We had long packets to do and if we didn’t finish them, we had to stay in at recess until they were done. Once the teacher brought us maple sugar candies which was cool. Jeanne ieft in the middle of the year. We sold Indian paint for leaves and we dug for rocks. Our class was especially talented in making forts.The boys made eagle heads Brent told us he could talk to the birds maybe he still can. Conrad and Owen and Jason started Hawkhead Katie and Jason started Tunneltown The girls founded the Shoobie Club, but Jessica could never be anything but secretary This was the first year we had desks, which is about as professional as you can get in elementary school.

SECOND GRADE Mrs. Woodbridge was our teacher. It was cool because at the end of the day, if everybody's name was on the board, we would get a marble. Once we had 10 marbles, we would have pizza or a movie! Zowie! We had “Star of the Week", and that student would bring important stuff to share, and the rest of the class would have to write a compliment about the child who, in turn, would get to fill out a packet about himself/herself. Brittney, Mark, and Stevie (who kept a fake tooth in his mouth) were new this year. Dino Day was THE EVENT of the year We visited Rosener House, and Michael Verber thought he was a leprechaun. He is no longer with us, maybe living among the “little people”. Eaglehead rules. We sold clay pots for leaves and tan bark. A great year!

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Mrs. Peck was our teacher. Devin left and was replaced by Blake

Bechtel. Paige visited and spilled juice. The Thanksgiving Feast and Play was the major EVENT of the year. Mark thought he was Peter Pan and chased Kelly (Wendy) everywhere Then there was a wedding with Claire. We had to do Indian reports and State reports, (sigh) Kelly lost her script and we took an hour trying to find it (It was in the car). The cootie game was the most important activity. Multiplication started with the famous “chart”. Criminal vandals attacked the doorknobs, but no arrests were made.

F O U R T H G R A D E This was Mr. Sherman’s first year (replacing Mrs. Landreth). He took us camping on Angel Island and Jason locked Mark in the restroom (where it really stunk) and he had to climb out the top! Janine crashed into a tree on the trip.Conrad rigged a thin rope covering the path and Owen ran into it and came out with a bloody face. Jessica rolled down a hill but said she was okay. Steven got scared stiff by Mr Sherman for tromping into the girls’ camp at midnight, (things haven’t changed much...) Katie got a tick. There was just a little RAIN and Claire managed to be the most wet! One day Kendall’s turtle died and he was crying so hard when he got to school he couldn’t take a test, but wrote out the answers on his desk. In Spanish class they had to eat stale milk bones. Hugs and Teeven chewed up a power bar and then spit it out on the 5th grade wall (and it is still there...). Paige came and Blake Bechtel cut his leg and had to have stitches. We had circle meetings and Port and Starboard The classroom was rigged with traps and the owl attacked. Missions, missions, missions!

F I F T H G R A D E Mrs. Pifky was our teacher, but Miss Davidow was an assistant teacher second semester - YAHOO! Jocelyn arrived at Christmas time. Steven spray painted someone’s arm and then threw the empty can at a girl's head. Blake Bechtel left when we were in Yosemite. The fifth grade suffered sixth grade gaseous emissions during the night. Who was the naked guy climbing the mountain?Mark found a ghost in the woods. Claire, Elizabeth, Piper, and Annie slept through everything, even coyotes and bears. Hugh found a peep-hole. Lindsey popped a glow-stick in her mouth which explains a lot Yellow jackets stung Jessica’s conjunction. Much suffering.

Paige left. Our teachers are Madame Miller, Mrs. Docter, Mrs. Little, Mrs. Berkowitz, Ms. Marc Da-Silva, Mr. Carey, Stan Drake, and Pedro Carrascal. We welcomed Ariana in our midst! We started the year by performing the “Phantom Tollbooth” (a Hollywood success).The girls won the Basketball championships (because the secret number is 42), and the boys carried the second place trophy. Mark has a secret admirer. We performed Dickens’s “Christmas Carol”. Conrad left after Christmas which cost quite a few tears. Jessica and Jason were Student Council presidents, and Kristin was Vice-president first semester. Second semester, the president was Owen and the vice-president was Lisa. Madame's daughter was on “N Y. Undercover”. The baseball teams went on strike and we buried the World Series schedules in black attire. Deep Thoughts start the day. Who said: Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha S IX T H

GRADE

hee hee hee. Guilty, guilty, guilty! Balsterdash! Rare. Reeowwrr. Huh? Is this Okay?

I have two questions . Busted! Like, like, like. Believe in the Irish.

This sucks. But

nothing “sucks” (not allowed to say that word) because sixth grade RULES! Graduation will even be rulier.

THE 1995 P.B.S.

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REPORTER:

Mr. Horse, what do you think of the sixth grade at Phillips Brooks School?

MR. H O R S E :

Hmmm...well, sir, I think it’s a horse of a different color.

REPORTER:

Be specific!

MR. H O R S E :

Th ere’s just nothing like it in the world!

What does that mean?

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A ria no

COWBOY BOB BRANDS EVERYONE AT GRADUATION SO THAT WHEN THEY LEAVE THEY WILL NEVERNEVER-NEVER-NEVER-NEVER FORGET PHILLIPS BROOKS SCHOOL!!

REPORTER:

Mr. Horse, what do you think of the sixth grade at Phillips Brooks School?

MR. H O R S E :

Hmmm...well, sir, I think it’s a horse of a different color.

REPORTER:

Be specific!

MR. H O R S E :

Th ere’s just nothing like it in the world!

What d oes that mean?

COWBOY BOB BRANDS EVERYONE AT GRADUATION SO THAT WHEN THEY LEAVE THEY WILL NEVERNEVER-NEVER-NEVER-NEVER FORGET PHILLIPS BROOKS SCHOOL!!