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Cover Art: Cereal Day! by Mady MacMillan, Grade 6
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POETRY ● STORIES ● COMICS ● ART
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Cover. ART WINNER: Cereal Day!
Mady MacMillan, Grade 6
03. Talk Like a Pirate Day
Aubrey Barnes, Grade 6
04-05. Hot Sauce Day
Garrett Ellis, Grade 7
06. Be Late Day
Garrett Ellis, Grade 7
07-09. Way of the Cacti
Anica Lest, Grade 7
10. POEM WINNER: When Pigs Fly
Gwen Dehne, Grade 7
11. Coming Out Day
Claire Mannino, Grade 7
12-13. Scotch Tape Day is a Holiday???
Benjamin Crosby, Grade 7
14-15. COMIC WINNER: Caps Lock Day
Garrett Ellis, Grade 7
16-17. Weird Holidays of the Year
Cameron Seep, Grade 8
18. STORY WINNER: The Discussion of Holidays
Connor Quintana, Grade 7
19. National Croissant Day
Mady MacMillan, Grade 6
20-23. National Kissing Day Fanatic
Caroline Leavitt, Grade 6
24-26. Revenge of the Socks
Nick Oliva, Grade 7
27-31. 365 Days of Darel
Alyssa Lanum, Grade 8
Mady MacMillan, Grade 6
03. Talk Like a Pirate Day
Aubrey Barnes, Grade 6
04-05. Hot Sauce Day
Garrett Ellis, Grade 7
06. Be Late Day
Garrett Ellis, Grade 7
07-09. Way of the Cacti
Anica Lest, Grade 7
10. POEM WINNER: When Pigs Fly
Gwen Dehne, Grade 7
11. Coming Out Day
Claire Mannino, Grade 7
12-13. Scotch Tape Day is a Holiday???
Benjamin Crosby, Grade 7
14-15. COMIC WINNER: Caps Lock Day
Garrett Ellis, Grade 7
16-17. Weird Holidays of the Year
Cameron Seep, Grade 8
18. STORY WINNER: The Discussion of Holidays
Connor Quintana, Grade 7
19. National Croissant Day
Mady MacMillan, Grade 6
20-23. National Kissing Day Fanatic
Caroline Leavitt, Grade 6
24-26. Revenge of the Socks
Nick Oliva, Grade 7
27-31. 365 Days of Darel
Alyssa Lanum, Grade 8
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Ahoy!: Talk like a Pirate Day
By Aubrey Barnes, Grade 6
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Be Late Day
By Garrett Ellis, Grade 7
“Good morning! It’s 8:30 on this fine day, which also happens to be our day!” I announced brightly. Auggie (a forget-me-not), Basil, Earl (a pine), and Bamboo stirred softly.
The others were not pleased with my announcement. “This day is the same as any day, Herman,” Earl pointed out. “We get to stare out the window. What will change even if it is our day?”
“We will photosynthesize extra amounts of oxygen…?” I supplied helpfully. “Come on, guys. We’ve got to do something! Look, the tall person even marked the calendar.”
Basil sighed. “It’s not that we don’t want to celebrate. We do. But there’s nothing to celebrate. We’re stuck in the same pots, soaking up the same sunlight, talking to the same plants, day after day after day!”
“Basil, don’t say that! A plant in my condition needs this holiday. Sometimes it’s nice to be appreciated, even if you’re sick and might wither up and die soon,” Auggie pleaded.
Basil turned another shade of green. “I didn’t mean it, Auggie.”
The others were not pleased with my announcement. “This day is the same as any day, Herman,” Earl pointed out. “We get to stare out the window. What will change even if it is our day?”
“We will photosynthesize extra amounts of oxygen…?” I supplied helpfully. “Come on, guys. We’ve got to do something! Look, the tall person even marked the calendar.”
Basil sighed. “It’s not that we don’t want to celebrate. We do. But there’s nothing to celebrate. We’re stuck in the same pots, soaking up the same sunlight, talking to the same plants, day after day after day!”
“Basil, don’t say that! A plant in my condition needs this holiday. Sometimes it’s nice to be appreciated, even if you’re sick and might wither up and die soon,” Auggie pleaded.
Basil turned another shade of green. “I didn’t mean it, Auggie.”
Way of the Cacti
By Anica Lest, Grade 7
“Good morning! It’s 8:30 on this fine day, which also happens to be our day!” I announced brightly. Auggie (a forget-me-not), Basil, Earl (a pine), and Bamboo stirred softly.
The others were not pleased with my announcement. “This day is the same as any day, Herman,” Earl pointed out. “We get to stare out the window. What will change even if it is our day?”
“We will photosynthesize extra amounts of oxygen…?” I supplied helpfully. “Come on, guys. We’ve got to do something! Look, the tall person even marked the calendar.”
Basil sighed. “It’s not that we don’t want to celebrate. We do. But there’s nothing to celebrate. We’re stuck in the same pots, soaking up the same sunlight, talking to the same plants, day after day after day!”
“Basil, don’t say that! A plant in my condition needs this holiday. Sometimes it’s nice to be appreciated, even if you’re sick and might wither up and die soon,” Auggie pleaded.
Basil turned another shade of green. “I didn’t mean it, Auggie.”
The others were not pleased with my announcement. “This day is the same as any day, Herman,” Earl pointed out. “We get to stare out the window. What will change even if it is our day?”
“We will photosynthesize extra amounts of oxygen…?” I supplied helpfully. “Come on, guys. We’ve got to do something! Look, the tall person even marked the calendar.”
Basil sighed. “It’s not that we don’t want to celebrate. We do. But there’s nothing to celebrate. We’re stuck in the same pots, soaking up the same sunlight, talking to the same plants, day after day after day!”
“Basil, don’t say that! A plant in my condition needs this holiday. Sometimes it’s nice to be appreciated, even if you’re sick and might wither up and die soon,” Auggie pleaded.
Basil turned another shade of green. “I didn’t mean it, Auggie.”
Bamboo turned to me. “Herman, if you didn’t notice, we’re plants. And you’re a cactus. How are you supposed to celebrate? We can’t exactly throw a party…”
“Sure we can! The human will help us. They are the ones who marked the calendar! Maybe they’ll think of something.”
Earl stared at the calendar. “How do you read these things anyways?”
I sighed. “Look guys, I don’t know if we can celebrate like people or animals, or even bacteria. We’ll celebrate in a new way.”
“How?” Auggie asked.
The doorbell rang before I could answer.
The human strolled over to the door, and opened it with happiness. “Oh, good. I’m glad you could all come!”
Bamboo and I looked at each other. What was going on? Other humans filed through the door (seven in total), each with a pot in their hand. And in each pot, was a houseplant.
“Why, I know how we’re going to celebrate,” my voice barely above a whisper. I felt a tingle go through my needles. “The humans are throwing us a party.”
“Sure we can! The human will help us. They are the ones who marked the calendar! Maybe they’ll think of something.”
Earl stared at the calendar. “How do you read these things anyways?”
I sighed. “Look guys, I don’t know if we can celebrate like people or animals, or even bacteria. We’ll celebrate in a new way.”
“How?” Auggie asked.
The doorbell rang before I could answer.
The human strolled over to the door, and opened it with happiness. “Oh, good. I’m glad you could all come!”
Bamboo and I looked at each other. What was going on? Other humans filed through the door (seven in total), each with a pot in their hand. And in each pot, was a houseplant.
“Why, I know how we’re going to celebrate,” my voice barely above a whisper. I felt a tingle go through my needles. “The humans are throwing us a party.”
“No, they wouldn’t…” Basil started, then looked up at the humans. Each set down a plant next to us. A lovely cacti was placed next to me.
“Let the festivities begin!” one of the humans announced.
“I’m Aven,” the cactus introduced herself. “Are you ready for a party?”
“Absolutely!” I exclaimed. “Would you care to photosynthesize with me?”
The new plants were extremely kind, and even admired my purple pot! By the end of the day, we were all exhausted, including the humans who had celebrated with us. The guest plants had to be escorted home, but Aven promised she would visit soon.
“Happy National Houseplant Day!” the plants shouted.
“Happy National Houseplant Day!” we replied.
The door shut behind them as I started planning for next year.
“Let the festivities begin!” one of the humans announced.
“I’m Aven,” the cactus introduced herself. “Are you ready for a party?”
“Absolutely!” I exclaimed. “Would you care to photosynthesize with me?”
The new plants were extremely kind, and even admired my purple pot! By the end of the day, we were all exhausted, including the humans who had celebrated with us. The guest plants had to be escorted home, but Aven promised she would visit soon.
“Happy National Houseplant Day!” the plants shouted.
“Happy National Houseplant Day!” we replied.
The door shut behind them as I started planning for next year.
WINNER: When Pigs Fly by Gwen Dehne, Grade 7
Celebrating National Pig Flying Day, February 23
Dinosaurs roam the planet,
An alien returns home,
Bigfoot eats a pomegranate,
An invisible cat finds a comb.
A bull in a china shop,
Goldilocks buys some wigs,
An elephant learns to hop,
Look at all these flying pigs.
A gorilla uses Gorilla Glue,
A bald guy gets his hair cut off,
A camel learns to tie a shoe,
A teapot suddenly starts to cough.
There was a girl named Sally,
And while she was dancing a jig,
She and her friend Allie
Watched all the flying pigs.
Dinosaurs roam the planet,
An alien returns home,
Bigfoot eats a pomegranate,
An invisible cat finds a comb.
A bull in a china shop,
Goldilocks buys some wigs,
An elephant learns to hop,
Look at all these flying pigs.
A gorilla uses Gorilla Glue,
A bald guy gets his hair cut off,
A camel learns to tie a shoe,
A teapot suddenly starts to cough.
There was a girl named Sally,
And while she was dancing a jig,
She and her friend Allie
Watched all the flying pigs.
