Snelling Connection Newsletter of the Hancock/Hamline University Collaboration
“Hello! Welcome to our creative writing issue! In this issue, we decided to switch it up a little, so this time all of us students (in Snelling Connection) had the opportunity to write or draw something of our choosing. So here it is! From poems to stories, we have it all, so take a closer look!”
Look Out for Earth Day Festival on May 6th
-Emma Walsh, student editor, 6th grade
“I really like poems so writing some was easy peasy lemon sqeezy. I liked writing freestyle [for this issue] too.” -Txee Yang, student editor, 6th grade
In This Issue: Earth Day Announcement
Poetry and Drawings
Poetry and Drawings cont. 3 Poetry and Drawings cont. 4 Short Story and Memoir
Join Hand in Hand!
Volume 14, Issue 2
Join us for this year’s Earth Day Festival on Friday May 6th, 10:00 a.m. to 3:00 p.m., held on the Hamline Old Main Lawn. The Earth Day Festival provides a service-learning opportunity for students and faculty to educate all of us to become environmentally responsible citizens. Over 700 students, faculty, and parents participate in the Earth Day Festival Festival each year. For more information please contact Glynis Grostephan: 651-293-8715 or firstname.lastname@example.org at Hancock Elementary School. Participate in handson activities created by Hancock “Earth Savers” and learn about the 5R’s: “Reduce, Reuse, React, Reject, and Recycle.” Visit the Earth Day Festival and enjoy a Sno Kone! All Hancock and Hamline students and staff are invited.
Earth Day Activities: *Deal or No Deal--5 R’s Version *Empty the Landfill *Energy House *Stop Global Warming Walk *Earth in Jeopardy *5 R’s Maze *Solar Ovens for Haiti *Recycled Crayons *Water Conservation
How to Get Involved: Provide an activity or exhibit for the Festival! Work side-by-side with Hancock students to supervise a game or activity at the Earth Day Festival. Sign up at the Volunteer Tent. We hope to see you there! Creative Writing Issue 2011
Poetry and Drawings... Thu Thuy & Her Cats By: Asialia Vang, 4th Grade
Beautiful Butterfly By: Txee Yang, 6th grade
Butterfly fly so so high fluttering up into the sky. Why did you flit so far away? Hope someday you’ll come and stay. When you leave, I feel sorrow. Hope someday I may borrow the beautiful style of yours, I’ll paint on the floor and make pretty shores. So now it’s time for you to go. Please just take one last pose. This is my Goodbye, I’ll see you next time.
By: Taw Bee, 4th grade Rain drops from the sky Grey clouds come and cover light I hear thunders clap.
By: Emma Walsh, 6th grade The heat is like fire but knowing Minnesota, it fills your desire. The laughter and fun make you miss it when it’s done. The pain and sorrow make you want tomorrow. Try to stay in contact with the friends you made and try not to let the memories fade. This poem is dedicated to my Aunt Katrina, my Uncle Bill, and my cousins Kaylee, Hannah, and Matty. Page
Petals Blooming By: Jah Vang, 6th grade
Beautiful petals, blooming through the open field, dancing in the wind. Snelling Connection
Poetry and Drawings... Mr. Mergalmafree
There once was a guy named Mr. Mergalmafree. He was always drinking tea. He went outside and started to giggle when he saw a dancing wrinkled pickle. After that, he left with a “whee!” And that’s the end of Mr. Mergalmafree.
Priscilla Pennington hated her classroom Because her class liked to call each other by their initials.
By: Rayan Dhamuke, 4th grade
By: Abdul Mohamed, 6th grade
Her initials were P.P. But people called her pee pee. She decided to get revenge On the person who started this: B.B. Priscilla found this Billy Boggers. The class couldn’t believe it, So they burst out with laughter. And from then on they called each other by their first names. And that was the end of B.B. and P.P.
A Life Unlike Mine By: Maya Winter, 6th grade
I am living in uncertainty. I don’t know what will come of my life. I have hit rock bottom. A shopping cart that I stole from Cub, and a couple articles of clothes, plus a few cents is all I have. The few cents I have, I’ve made off of cans. For three cents a can, it really adds up. Not really. I am desperate. Desperate for money. Money to me, is like a nut to a squirrel. It’s a big deal. I tried to get a job. It was at McDonalds. I was fired the day I was hired. Employees caught me sneaking fries. They tasted so good. I took them in handfuls. On my way out, I took two burgers and stuffed them in my coat pockets. No one noticed. I couldn’t help myself. Like I told you, I was desperate. If I could have one wish, it would be to start a new life. One where I wouldn’t have to sit on the side walk, begging for money. A life where I don’t have to visit the soup kitchen often. A life unlike mine.
Cats are like Potato Chips
By: Jessie LeClaire, 6th grade Cats are like potato chips, you can’t have just one. Rats are what cats eat, some cats aren’t so fun. Some cats are fuzzy, others are soft as a feather. Cats are not easy to train, but will still learn to obey. When you get a cat (and I know you will), be sure, SO SURE to choose a cat you’ll really love. Page
Poetry and Drawings... Fen
The World as I see it has Trash and Litter
By: Kate Vang, 6th grade My name is Fen, and I hate unfair laws. I think they’re wrong. I’m only ten, I live in a tent And it’s bent. I want to cry But people will leave me goodbye.
by Najma Ali, 5th grade
The world as I see it is full of litter and not enough glitter. People, people, people, please, there are a lot of you and one of me so come on and help me clean up the earth.
I cover my ears since the wolves outside howl and bow to the moon. It’s not cool to cry when you don’t like what laws in this world decide.
The world as I see it is full of billions, trillions, quadrillions, and maybe even more trash, nice and mean, dirty and clean, it doesn’t matter. Just try and help me clean the earth.
So I go on a journey on a plane. I soar into the sky saying goodbye I hate what the governments in this world decide. I plan to go to heaven by eleven. Until the pilot told me, “Give me money before you leave.” “…Ummm you see I ain’t got no cash, it’s not fair!” I live in a bent tent, I’m only ten. I also hate the laws And people who judge me for who I am!’ I said back, It felt good to get that out. So since I ain’t no cash, we might as well crash!
People, people, people, please don’t leave me alone in my time in need. Take a shovel and a bag and help me out. Tree cutters, plant huggers, it don’t matter: just help me clean up the earth! So now you see I need help, so grab a shovel and maybe a bug, try anything. Just help me clean the earth.
By: Rhiannon Magee, 6th grade My life is a mess. I can’t get it straight, Christmas and Thanksgiving Are all jumbled up, And I can’t tell if it’s almost Easter or not. “Help me, help me, help me,” I cry. My schedule, schedule, schedule’s all fried. And now it is March; at least, I think. I hope so, for my own sake or maybe it’s April, I just can’t remember. Now where is my backpack? And where are my shoes? Oh! I think I’m going to be late for school. Hey, why aren’t you getting ready? What? It’s Saturday! Well then; I’ll be in bed. Page
All unlabeled drawings in this issue were drawn by an anonymous Hamline student. Snelling Connection
Short Story and Memoir... Remoh Cop: Accidental Success By: Sebastian Alfonso, 6th grade
Remoh Nospmis was just a dimwitted Colorado cop. That is until the robberies began. Those robberies all had something in common: a chicken was always left at the scene of the crime. The thief who had caused those crimes would be known as the chicken-leaver. The cop left in charge of that case was, you guessed it, Remoh. All the other cops argued with the chief, “Why are you letting Remoh be in charge of this case, he’s the dumbest out of all the cops!?” “I chose Remoh for a reason,” Chief Neckich said with a sly grin. “And what reason would that be?!” they all shouted. “Because he’s…..he’s spe-cial.” “I am quite special chief aren’t I? Yes I am, very special indeed,” Remoh said with a big grin on his face. “Sure you are Remoh, now why don’t you go solve this case special cop,” the chief said. “Sure chief I’m on way!” Something that the chief didn’t know was that Remoh really was special, for he had something that not many people had and that was luck. Remoh decided he would go check out one of the crime scenes. When he got to the crime scene he wasn’t paying attention to where he was going, so he suddenly tripped and fell down a hole. “DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” Remoh yelled as he found himself sliding down a tube. When he finally stopped moving, Remoh discovered he was in some sort of secret tunnel. “Very intriguing,” Remoh thought to himself. He walked down the tunnel for a while until he came to a crossroads. Remoh decided to choose a path at random. As he went down the path to the right, he came to some stairs. He went up the stairs and found that they led to the police station. “Aha so the chicken-leaver must be a cop, I should have known only someone from the force would be smart enough to pull something like this off!” Remoh exclaimed to himself. Remoh went all the way back to the crossroads - this time he went down the left path. He followed the left path and it led to a farm. Remoh went to investigate. He found out that the farm was known as Neckich Farms. “Neckich, I’ve heard that name before, but where…wait a minute, that’s the chief ’s last name!” Remoh realized. So the chicken-leaver was the chief all along. Remoh gathered all the cops, he showed them his evidence and they were ready to arrest the chief. “Chief Neckich, you are under arrest for being the chicken-leaver,” Remoh said. “You’ll never catch me alive, coppers!” Neckich shouted. Sure enough, the chief was wrong, he was captured and sure enough he was still alive. The chief went to jail for a long time. Remoh was promoted to chief of police and they all lived happily ever after, except for the chief, he went to jail...poor guy.
He Left Me in the Car...Alone By: Felicity Xiong, 6th grade
When I was three, I stayed with my grandparents. One day, my grandpa and I went to drop off my cousins at school. I was sitting in the very back of the minivan. We dropped them off and we were on our way back to my grandparent’s house. We drove into the driveway and my grandpa turned off the car, left the car, and opened the door, going inside without me. I started panicking, saying to myself, “Oh my gosh! I’m still in the car! He abandoned me, forgot about me.” Whenever a car came by, I would duck and hide because I was alarmed that they would see me and maybe abduct me. My grandpa locked the doors, so when I tried to open the doors, they wouldn’t open. I was so frightened. After ten minutes of sitting there, I remembered that there’s a switch that locks and unlock the doors. I couldn’t find it on the farther doors. I went up to the driver’s seat and found the switch. I unlocked the doors and went up to the front door and knocked until there was an answer. My grandma opened the door and said, “Why are you outside, I thought you were inside,” in Hmong. I replied, “Grandpa forgot about me, he left me in the car….alone.” Looking back at that memory, I wish I would have spoken up and said something to my grandpa, so I wouldn’t have been “stuck” in the car. Page
“Every-buddy needs a buddy!”
JOIN HAND IN HAND
hat if volunteering meant spending a half-hour a week playing games with a student at Hancock Elementary school? Hand in Hand is a Hamline student organization that pairs Hamline University students with Hancock students for 30-45 minutes per week to build their social skills. Weekly buddy sessions consist of playing games, doing art projects, and getting to know each other. The student organization leaders provide a training session at the beginning of each semester for new Hamline Hand in Hand “buddies.” Hancock students need dedicated Hamline buddies like you! E-mail email@example.com. edu or search for us on the Hamline website Hamline student Amanda Skeivik and and/or Facebook! her buddy Rayan Dhamuke.
he Hand in Hand Executive Board is currently looking for new members for Fall of 2011. The positions available may include: Treasurer, Secretary, and/or Public Relations Chair. If you’re interested in becoming a member of the Hand in Hand Executive Board, or helping out in other ways, please e-mail firstname.lastname@example.org. We look forward to hearing from you! Note: If you were assigned a Hand in Hand buddy and can no longer visit them this year, you must inform us. It is important that all buddies meet with their Hancock buddies on a consistent weekly basis. Also, if you expressed interest in HIH in the Fall and did not receive a reply from us, please e-mail us again! We’ll pair you with a buddy as soon as we can.
Snelling Connection Contacts:
Co-Editors: Tessa Mortenson and Amanda Skeivik Hamline University students email@example.com, firstname.lastname@example.org Hamline Liaison: Pres Martin, Professor of Biology and Biochemistry email@example.com 651-523-2290 Hancock Liaison: Deborah Shipp, Hancock/Hamline University Collaborative Magnet School firstname.lastname@example.org 651-293-8715 Hancock Student Advisor: Glynis Grostephan, Hancock/Hamline University Collaborative Magnet School email@example.com 651-293-8715