An Obituary of Julian Pennant by Julian Pennant

Julian Pennant

Julian Pennant was a good kid with a great soul. A kid with amazing basketball talent and great skill on the court. He was born on 1990 August 8 in Melrose hospital. Julian was in a party in the Boston area after a championship game and was shot and killed on Oct 31 2014 he was 24 years old. Julian was attending BC at the time and was on his way going to the draft after he had graduated.

 Julian growing up as kid went threw a lot of struggles, but a positive thing and gift that came to him was his talent in basketball. Ever since he pick up his first basketball he knew for sure he was going to make it to the NBA. Everyday of the summer and all during the school year he would trian. He was a great student and had a very good relationship with his teachers. He was very much liked by students in his school. All of the boston adore julian he was the superstar that everyone thought that he could be.

Julian was a kind and caring person he would volunteer to help at clinics for almost everything. He help old people, people also with special needs and kids and there basketball skill and help train them. Julian was working at nursing home helping the elderly and the residents there have nothing but good things to say about Julian. At this point of Julian life he had seem to be the perfect image that his community and what his school was looking for.

It is so sad that Julian had  to go at such a young age he was the such a great person who had deserved better in the future. But he will always be remembered in community of Boston and in the people of that communities pray. The man who had shot julian is serving life in jail, so people are happy that justice had been served in this case. Rest in peace Julian, your memories will live on forever.

What is a Monster?

A monster doesn't always live under a bed

A monster doesn't always eat little kids heads

A monster doesn't always have to be green

A monster doesn't have to be huge and look viciously mean

A monster doesn't have to be eerie and scary

A monster doesn't have to be tough and hairy

So what is a monster you're probably thinking

What makes you so afraid that you can’t stop blinking

A monster could be your imagination, what we see, what we do

A monster could be a demon that constantly lives inside you

When you lay down at night and close your eyes

And all you can think about is that monster by your side

Don’t be afraid to go to sleep

Its just a bad dream, go count some sheep

Whos to say if a monster is good or if a monster is bad

If you only think about monsters you’ve gone totally mad

Dont be afraid of monsters or if they can turn you into someone dead

Dont be afraid of monsters because they're all trapped in your head

Moody by Leo M

The more pages turned

The less anxious I do feel

This book is just wow

What did I just read

I just feel disappointment

That was terrible

I just returned it

The ending was just so bad

I am just so sad

How a teenager is made by Paige Goldstein

you take a student

create some stress

give them no freedoms

respect them even less

have high expectations

as you train them for success

control their lives

each and every step

slowly they regress

they’ll walk in a trance

puppets on a string

and the strings are in your hands
the schedule presented
coaches yelling and screaming
sports stresses only add to the overall messes

so that’s too many hours
spent in the system
and that’s not all yet

after it’s dance, scouts, religious school and work

finally at home
these kids get to relax
never mind you forgot
its homework for english and math
then college applications
chores have to wait for later

how about friends?
or enjoying some music?
maybe some TV?
to help them not lose it
maybe a nap?
but time is not to be wasted
not hours or minutes

and tomorrow?
it’s the same routine again
the alarm clock ringing

if this continues

where their opinions are inferior

and they are over worked with no room to lurk

slowly they’ll grow furious

make them unsure of their future

they tell us we’re only children, we’ve got no say

but in one year, it’ll finally be time to part our own ways

so  lay off the students
they’re working harder than ever
let them be their own person and that should relieve some of these pressures

A Poem For the Hopeless Romantics Like Me by Leah Gutman

When I’m around you, I get the

most inexplicable feeling,

It’s almost endearing,

But it’s more than that, and I don’t know in which direction it’s steering.

But I can tell you what I can explain, in the best way I can:

You are a miracle,

With a picture perfect personality,

That can go high and low,

And I can’t believe that if sand were to go upwards,

Or hands to go backwards,

You wouldn’t be here with me anymore,

And we’d both be waiting for a future, with more in store.

When our hands grab for each other,

I feel as if the lines and creases of my palms are suddenly filled with cement,

Because your aura makes me want to stay grounded with you and stay in one place,

No matter how many drills or bulldozers try to break their embrace.

I want to stay grounded to you,

And watch the sky change from sparkles to warm colors,

That caress my body, and fill my soul with warmth.

To me, you’re the smell of hand sanitizer on my hands after lunch,

When I’m in class holding my head daydreaming,

Because you are clean, caring,

And no matter what your smell is always under my nose, and sticks to my mind,

Never to get out.

And thank you for the stupid faces you make when you want to cheer me up,

When my eyes are leaky faucets,

You somehow always manage to be the plumber,

Because when my faucets go

drip, drip, drip,

You listen to every problem,

And screw the bolts that need to be to keep me sane.

Maybe, I know how to describe this feeling.

Maybe, just maybe, this is finally budding love,

And I know this tree may just be cut down, and turn into paper one day for all to see,

But I’d rather try, and try,

And maybe this tree will grow old with cherry blossoms, and grow all the way to the sky.

What do you think of life?

By: Shaira betita

Life is not to steal another

person's life,

Life is is not to envy another's

person's strife,

Life is not making money,

Life is not being horny,

Life is not making lies,

Life is not pain,

Life is not being cain,

Life is not about deceiving,

Life is not about receiving,

Life can be surprising,

Life can be boring,

Life can be relieving,

Life can be stressing,

Life can be giving,

Life can be loving,

Life is not planned,

life can be sad,

life can be bad,

life can lose a dad,

but life is not to brag,

under a grave had dug,

life can decide,

life can console,

life is to decide,

fate or destiny,

life can control,

Big, You ask? You are tiny,

compared to life,

but life can call,

balance is life,

life is for balance,

after all...

life can control,

Big, You ask? You are tiny,

compared to life,

but life can call,

balance is life,

life is for balance,

once and for all....

life can naturally control,

me, them, they, us, and you,

life can control...

but life can also console,

every breathe,

morning or dawn,

or by name of shawn,

Life can lead,

Life can mislead,

depends on you,

depends on who?,

life depends on you,

make fortunes,

make misfortunes,

you are just a fabric,

IN A LABYRINTH,

life made everything,

depends on a thing,

to choose,

better or worse,

life can lead,

life can mislead,

but life despise wishes,

life be rather giving fishes,

greed, lust, and seed,

life does not pay heed,

power, revolt, godlike,

life sees you nothing,

life gives what you need,

life still sees you childish,

life lets you earn strife,

life is not a knife,

life is random,

life is home,

life you enjoy,

for better or worse,

life is to persuade,

feelings of kindness,

feelings of gratitude,

feelings of goodness,

life balances all,

life can call,

life can control,

after all,

life is the wisest,

amongst all,

but we call to life?

Because we choose fun

After all…

There is no end to life,

Life is always continuous,

After all...

It was mid October when Mark wanted to ask the dreadful question of Bella accompanying him to the fall dance. Marc had a hair-raising feeling but the brave young man continued because of his highly determine mindset. He relentlessly asked Bella to go on a walk by the town Lake. Prior encounters lead Bella to believe that Marc was interested in her so she knew where the conversation was going. That night the lake had a bone chilling effect that hunted the two for the duration of their late night stroll. As the two walked along the lake a petrifying Howl startled them. The clamor cause the wandering to to quickly turn around and the shadow rapidly moved into the bushes. Both of their bodies pumping with adrenaline they knew they weren't alone. From the Bush sprinted a colossal beast standing 15 feet tall with a face ugly enough to upset the stomach. Having fangs as sharp as daggers with foam that builds up along the corners of its mouth, the creature let out a loud screeching noise that could be heard from miles away. Marc and Bella began to scurry towards the car as the her horrendous  creature followed. Trembling in terror Marc drop the keys accidentally. Bella as horrified as ever turned around to distinguish the distance between her and the demon wasn't the best idea she ever had. Slowing down to turn, the monster picked her up digging his talents into her fragile body lead to the awakening of Bella in cold sweats!

Welcome back to the 2014/2015 school year. I hope to see ample posts from my students this year. Remember, you can receive extra credit for writings, drawings/paintings, photography, etc., or for comments on the work of others.

I will start us off with a poem I wrote when I was in high school. Enjoy!

Individuality

Underneath our skin

lies our own distinction, our own personality

here our own uniqueness lies

only for us to see, and it’s up to us to

show the world who we are.

Inside our hearts lies our need to love

And be loved, a place for others to give

compassion and love.

Our eyes hold our view of the world

our perception, our possession

where our passions lie:

Individuality.

In our minds lies our strength to decide

our ability to choose

It is from here that we accomplish

our legacy

follow our fate

and make our name.

Take Me Back

By Yasemin Khakian

I miss when I was young back in the day,

My mom would tuck me in and make me sleep,

I wish that I could go outside and play,

Lying in bed I used to count the sheep.

I need to go back and relive in my life,

The people used to always be so nice,

I wasn’t even able to use a knife,

I want to play again with my pet mice.

I want to be a little kid again,

No school, no work, just playing everyday,

High school should have never even began,

No one bothered me and got in my way.

Please take me back to when I had no stress,

Ever since then my life is a huge mess.

Education’s Fall from Grace

Sierra Estes

Pens and pencils scribble, words start to flow

Creativity shunned, just memorize

As test grades plummet, anxieties grow

Tired cramping hands and weary squinted eyes

The stress keeps expanding and fuels fresh tears

Stuck in this building we waste all our time

Our countdown continues, just two more years

How’s this torture of young minds not a crime?

We are forced each day to learn by the book

So much is expected from lives so new

Our needs should not be something to overlook

Are top-notch scores all that matter to you?

I say this in regard to all the schools

It must be time for a change in the rules

Olivia H.

Confused

She hides away from the rest of the world

The tears of shame streaming down her face

Her scroll of secrets has now been unfurled

Her dark emotions cannot go to waste

She questions love, for it does not seem real

Her heart has been mangled into a knot

Those blue irises are a shade of teal

She clearly remembers how he forgot

A roller coaster is what she is on

Twisting and turning until she feels ill

She stays in the dark until the bright dawn

Even though she is strong, the tears fall still

There are red rims burned around her blue orbs

They house the secrets that they have absorbed

Eve Ushkurnis

Glowing Beach

The bright and sunny sun glaring on me

The gusty wind touches my sun kissed face

Pink and orange skies is all the I see

The Italian ice is what I taste

I can feel the sand between my plump toes

My friends and I splashing in the water

Being at the beach levels out my lows

Lying on the sand always seems hotter

The long ice cream line is somewhere to wait

The blue sea cost is so very pretty

Any beach is something that I don’t hate

I don’t want to go back to the city

I’ll drive to the beach next time I get paid

I hope the pretty sun will never fade

Chris Grome 

Summer Come Soon

Everyone, waiting for the sun’s sweet rays

The long days come and the short one’s fade

Students counting down ‘til those last school days

Sitting by a pool sipping lemonade

Playing baseball by day, parties by night

Bagging groceries, mowing lawns for cash

Spending it on ice cream, oh we just might

Others act wisely, and save up their stash

No summer curfew, staying out past ten

Taking trips with my family and friend

Going to DQ, eating what we can

Dog days of summer, may they never end

Snow still on the ground, winters here to stay

For now its just a dream, three months away

Hodan Gudal

Wonder

When I look into your eyes, there it is.

Infinite oceans, with waves crashing into one other.

My heart turns into the 4th of July,

Beating faster and faster, at an inexplicable rate.

How is it that someone like you exists?

With 7 billion people in the world, what are the chances that we even know each other?

I don’t know what it is that you do to me.

Is it your ability to make me smile no matter what’s going on?

Is it your intelligence that always takes my breath away?

Is it how I always feel like I'm on a heart racing adventure when I talk to you?

Is it the fact that everything seems so natural with you?

Is it your handsomeness which glows brighter than that of the pearl in the sky?

Is it your dominance over others that makes me feel so protected?

Or how I always get butterflies in my stomach yet feel so familiar around you, like it’s been a long time?

I think, think, and wonder how you achieve all of this and if you’re even aware of how it impacts me so.

But then I realize, that I should stop analyzing, and wondering.

I should just accept these feelings, and let it release my soul.