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Glue Stick On The Floor Pleads: Job Needed!

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Glue Stick On The Floor Pleads: Job Needed!

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The glue stick lay perfectly still, patient and calm on the floor. He waited to be picked up and put to use. The longer it waited, the knot in his stomach got tighter and tighter. It felt sick. Finally, it finds eye contact with me and as my hand slowly opens the glue stick is jumping with joy. I pick it up and put it to use. The glue now has a home in my pencil pouch. That's one less glue stick on the floor of room 11.

Written by Gael

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Colby recently reached his step goal on his tracker.  He reached it at around 5 O’clock on Tuesday, March 24, 2015.  That day he was working hard walking, playing.  He must have felt good after knowing he burned all those calories.  He also must feel great that he knows he is keeping his body healthy.  Colby is keeping his body healthy one step at a time.

By: Connor

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Crows are very smart, curious creatures. They have been seen to play and clearly attempt to discover/investigate different items. Recently I saw them flying in a sort of formation much like airplanes. Swooping around in the wind, but staying together all the s ame. It was amazing and beautiful to watch, but it seemed that nobody else noticed.

by Natalie

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In the deep forest of the redwood area, a new baby orangutan is born. The sunlight shines in his eyes, as this cute creature and his mother lies in the barn below their home tree. As the adorable eyes of the baby scans around the forest, the light seems to get brighter and brighter. After a few minutes, he is almost blinded. His tiny eyes face away from it, as the newborn notices the bright wide world. But as the great, huge ball of fire in which everybody calls the sun, it seems to rotate towards the young monkey. Nearly blinded by the sun, he awaits until day has fallen. As a lifetime memory, this cute animal is a new one, as he enters into the world.

Written by Joseph A.

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 Army of Ants, Conquering a Single Orange 

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 Army of Ants, Conquering a Single Orange 

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I was done with P.E and then, as I was walking back, I saw an orange. The orange was just sitting there so peacefully when suddenly, an army of ants attacked. I watched as the ants dived in and swarmed around the orange and before I knew it, the orange was gone. Then I saw it. There was one piece left and right before everyone charged at it, another ant came. All the ants stopped, looking at it as if it was the queen. Then, the ant swallowed it in one ginormous gulp. The ant turned around and the ants left as if she commanded them to go back to work. The orange that was there was longer with us.

Written by: Diana

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I noticed when I saw her beautiful colorful sparkly swim suit, she looked like a baby surfer.  Rebecca was joyfully running, shouting, and dancing so she will be the center of attention.  The boiling sun was touching her skin the cold wind was blowing on her hair the warm sand was between her toes the cool water was splashing on the surface while she enjoyed the smell of nature, and fresh air surrounding her. Rebecca doesn’t know it yet but it was one of her best lifetime memory.

By: Orli

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When I was in desperate need for a new bike, my dad stepped in and took me to get a new one.  My dad drove me to two great bicycle shops.  As my dad took me to the second bike shop I found the perfect bike that made me smile touch my ears.  I test rode my soon to be new bike.  My bike is really fast like a racecar at full speed compared to my other bike which was like a snail crossing a long bridge.  My dad paid for the bike and I was jumping with joy.  I kept thanking my dad and I could wait to ride my fast, new, road bike.  But when I did I road with the wind blowing through my helmet and I was in love with my new bike.

Written By: Thomas

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At first, no one noticed. The apple rebelled when it saw its friends being helplessly cut for the apple pie for the big family dinner. The mother began to scream, for the apple had rolled off the table by itself! Soon, all the guests were chasing the apple, up and down the stairs, back and forth on the lawn, onto the roof, and finally, into the basement. All the kids had surrounded the apple, but it never stopped. But all of a sudden, there was a loud clash of glass falling on the kitchen floor; all the fruits had jumped off the counter, jumping just as high as any human. Then, when the family went back up, all the fruits had ran out the door. Maybe we should eat our fruits and veggies, but always check that they aren't as a alive as a human, for you may find your house in chaos.

Written by: Sarymai B.

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 Disregarded Pencil Symbol of Lachrymose

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 Disregarded Pencil Symbol of Lachrymose

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Delicately crafted with care, a forsaken pencil’s destiny lays frozen in time.  Forlorn and dusty, even the sun’s gleam of golden bliss alters none about its attitude.  It lies, silent to the bustle of students and their shouting, abandoned next to a dilapidated poster and rocking chair ascending upwards to the ceiling of the vast, open classroom.  To some, it is the gleam of a jewel, full of potential use; to write an eloquent speech, of to save a student whom lost their pencil pouch and have a taunting assignment in front of them.  But to most, it signifies no importance, no purpose amid the mob of students, desperately rushing to periods in a vain attempt to beat the clock.

By: Ben F.

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In the morning, it’s not there. Next moment, it was. How can somebody do without it? School cannot do without it. All of the subjects need it. It is impossible to take a test or do homework without it. Yet, here it was. Lying right there on the ground where anybody could step on it. You could almost see the tears on it. The pencil looked as if it needed a home. A respectful home.

Written by: Joseph M

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Wheat Planted By 6th Graders Sprouts Its First Seeds

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Wheat Planted By 6th Graders Sprouts Its First Seeds

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After many months of growing taller and taller, Rotation 3 History’s wheat has finally sprouted its first seeds! The stalks are about 3 feet tall. The thin, fragile strands growing from the tiny seeds shine gracefully as the sunlight hits them, and the stalks sway gently in the wind. Though the stalks and strands are noticed often, there is a part even more impressive: the seed. Without wheat seeds, human civilization would not be as sophisticated or advanced as it is. The precious seeds hold life waiting to grow or food waiting to be harvested in just a few millimeters. They can be made into flour if they are picked, or left to root themselves and grow into a plant that can become even greater and taller than its parent. Some of the wheat grown by the 6th graders started to acquire a yellowish hue, as if it was dipped into a pot of golden paint, but was splattered with dots of green before it had fully dried. The wheat battled hard through the many different weeds that plagued it, and there were times when it seemed unlikely that it would ever reach adulthood, but eventually, it triumphed over its enemies, and showed its delicate seeds.

By: Elsa M.

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For the first time ever, a brand new cheer bow was worn to GoldStar Glitz’s cheer practice. It flipped, it flew, it jumped in a young cheerleader’s hair. The gold glitter with the teal ribbon glistened throughout the routine, like a bottle of sparkly nailpolish. As the routine went on, the crowd’s eyes went towards the cheerleaders, instead of the bow. For the rest of practice, the bow sat in the girl’s hair, unnoticed.

Written By: Katie C

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When I was in desperate need for a new bike, my dad stepped in and took me to get a new one.  My dad drove me to two great bicycle shops.  As my dad took me to the second bike shop I found the perfect bike that made me smile touch my ears.  I test rode my soon to be new bike.  My bike is really fast like a racecar at full speed compared to my other bike which was like a snail crossing a long bridge.  My dad paid for the bike and I was jumping with joy.  I kept thanking my dad and I could wait to ride my fast, new, road bike.  But when I did I road with the wind blowing through my helmet and I was in love with my new bike.

Written by: Thomas

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Forgotten Belongings Occupy Lost & Found

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Forgotten Belongings Occupy Lost & Found

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Abandoned jackets, lunch boxes, water bottles, and more reside in Santa Rita’s dusty lost and found. Waiting for their owners, these forsaken items are at risk of being donated if not collected soon enough. Suspended on worn hangers, the rainbow of lost jackets and sweaters beg to be claimed while a variety of students’ belongings occupy the grimy shelves. As students and parents rush past, these forgotten items plead to be collected, but the entreating objects are ignored like mothers are disregarded by their children. The bundle of begging belongings wait patiently in the lost and found for you to collect them.

By: Amanda L.

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 Unnoticed Sea Anemones at pebble beach! 

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 Unnoticed Sea Anemones at pebble beach! 

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On my mothers birthday we went to Pebble beach.  When we got there we took the 17-mile drive. There we went to many different sites to stop and look at. We saw birds,harbor seals, and many other animals! But, what my sister and my mom didn’t notice was that there were Sea Anemones inside the Tidepools over there! The tidepools were quite big and the sea anemones were different colors and sizes! My mom was the second one to notice. She had seen tiny sea anemones all bunched up together and touched them and then they moved around and actually scared her! My sister was the last to notice because she was taking pictures of the ocean.

By: David Morales

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At 1:47 pm, on March 25, 2015, Elias Mays opened up his school computer(), and then he noticed his dock was so unexpectedly small! He was startled by the discovery. Elias explains, “I was so startled like if I was trapped in a cage with wolves.” He guessed someone did it in R3. He hates when people do this to his computer, so he wanted to know, who the evil culprit was. He knew calling 911 was no help to find that person, so he decided to make this into his own investigation.

Written By: Elias M.

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Recently, on a warm spring morning, a lone snail found himself lost.  He wandered for hours and hours, sliding soundlessly and slowly over the sizzling hot stucco.  He was about to give up and become escargot when a strange force yanked him straight off the wall, like a dog pulling a sled, and put him down on a different surface and guided him home.  Even though he couldn’t speak, I know he was grateful to the force and went on his merry way.

Written by: Steven R

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Hidden instead a blue pencil box, a skyblue colored pencil rested.  A kid is doing his History homework and he is desperate for any blue colored pencil, because it is needed in his homework.  Skyblue, darkblue, navy, teal, he didn’t care.  As long as it was blue, he would be happy-lappy (whatever that means).  He then creeped around the house, stalking down his prey, blue colored pencils.  The kid then found the lair of his prey, the pencil box.  He slowly opened it up and inside he found a nice and sharpened skyblue colored pencil.  With delight, he scooped up the pencil and ran to his homework and resumed.

Written by Sanketh V.

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Hidden instead a blue pencil box, a skyblue colored pencil rested.  A kid is doing his History homework and he is desperate for any blue colored pencil, because it is needed in his homework.  Skyblue, darkblue, navy, teal, he didn’t care.  As long as it was blue, he would be happy-lappy (whatever that means).  He then creeped around the house, stalking down his prey, blue colored pencils.  The kid then found the lair of his prey, the pencil box.  He slowly opened it up and inside he found a nice and sharpened skyblue colored pencil.  With delight, he scooped up the pencil and ran to his homework and resumed.

Written by Sanketh V.

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Lets say his name is Clippy the Paperclip. All lonely on the cold, hard floor. Just lying there, being ignored by everybody. This paper clip should have been used to hold papers together, not to be neglected on the tiles being stepped on by students. This paperclip should deserve some respect. Treat others the way you want to be treated.

Written By: James C

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I was walking out to go to my first rotation and there it was. The eraser sitting there like prisoner in jail with no one near. How could someone do a test without it or how could they erase their pencil marks on a beautiful drawing? What would the owner do without it? It was a celebrity getting no attention. A celebrity everybody wants being left alone stranded away from its home. Just sitting on a really disgusting ground not being sheltered and being walked by, person after person.

By:Colby

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My friend Thomas rode up on a fast new road bike.  The bike was shining like a lightbulb.  His smile was as bright as a star.  His new bike was grey and fast like a jaguar compare to is old bike.  His old bike was a snail.  Thomas hopped off his bike like a kanguro.  He said, “Would you like to ride my bike?”  I replied, “Yes!”  I jumped on the bike and the bike road itself.  I was a cheetah zooming by Thomas.  I road around the school like a chimpanzee swinging on trees.  I came back and my smile was touching my eyes.  I came to a hult and jumped off the bike.  I said, “Thank You.”  He replied, “You are welcome.”  We then started playing on the play ground.

By: Grady

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Whenever someone gets a good grade, everyone is happy but they don’t celebrate. All they say is good job, now clean your room and don’t be late for dinner. But we could celebrate good grades. We can still keep the dinner idea but make it more interesting and fancy, and maybe say it in a nicer way. The dinner can be a celebrating dinner for your grades, and you can be the head of the table and eat something special that you usually don’t eat. For sure, good grades are definitely something to celebrate because it is an important event, it proves how much you know and how smart you are.

Joana

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Descendent of Arachne: Master of the Web!

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Descendent of Arachne: Master of the Web!

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A masterpiece was created in mere minutes by a creature incredibly mystic. A petite spider has just woven the epitome of a web, by purely natural ability. In-out, in-out, up-down, up-down.  The successor of Arachne labored for just moments to make a beauty, a home, and a trap for its food, without using nails or boards like many humans. This web provides such shelter for this tiny being, that we should all be amazed by this ability that we, ourselves, don’t possess. Arachnophobes,  myself, easily overlook this wonder of the world out of rational fear, but it is still quite a pity that these simple delicacies go underrated.

By: Sage Toomre

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A worn pre-algebra textbook needs care. Most of the time, it stands as straight as a stick in a cubby. As it stays in the cubby, it daydreams that it is still new and clean. It is only taken out of its around once or twice a week and used for learning. Even then, students don’t treat is well, dropping it on the floor and pushing it around. This book needs to (and would like to) be reinforced so it is like new and feels young again, as it had been when it was newly published.

Written by: Isabelle Hong

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For the first time ever, a brand new cheer bow was worn to GoldStar Glitz’s cheer practice. It flipped, it flew, it jumped in a young cheerleader’s hair. The gold glitter with the teal ribbon glistened throughout the routine, like a bottle of sparkly nailpolish. As the routine went on, the crowd’s eyes went towards the cheerleaders, instead of the bow. For the rest of practice, the bow sat in the girl’s hair, unnoticed.

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Have you ever noticed how filthy your computer screen is?  Maybe you have, but has it ever crossed your mind to clean it?  Probably not, but the computers seem to be screaming, “Clean Me!”  Just recall - how many times have you seen a dirty screen?  They are filled with dust, dirt, and sometimes food, and, if your case is really bad, the once-pristine-mac-screen that looked like Lake Tahoe now looks like sewer water.  Yet, we only notice this when we are told to notice this, which proves that people see only what they want to see.

Written By: Karthik Iyer

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Right outside of room eleven, in our classroom garden, a mutated radish sits feeling isolated and ready to be picked. It’s pock marked, a bright magenta color, and is bursting out of the ground. The poor root vegetable is much larger than all of its radish community, and sticks out like a sore thumb. Hopefully, someone will have sympathy for it, and this unfortunate radish will be put out of its misery and harvested.

Written by: Camdyn Rechenmacher

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The Beautiful Tissues: Helping All Big or Small

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The Beautiful Tissues: Helping All Big or Small

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We humans sometimes just rely on things, yet we don't notice them or celebrate some of those things. All of us rely on things to be there whenever we need them and whatever we need them for. For example, one of those beautiful tissues that reside in the colorful tissue box. Whenever someone needs to blow it all out, just pick one up and there you have it! Everything that's been stuck in your stuffy nose for a long time has just come out. The soft, smooth, silky texture just touches that nose of yours and gives the nose a nice feeling. A warm and very relaxing feeling. After all that hard work your nose does, it just relaxes for one minute while you blow into the tissue. You just need to feel the tissue and let it collect everything. Everything as in the stress, the worry, and that slimy stuff. The tissue is always there when you need it! (We can rely on it). Whether you're in your car, in a classroom, or at work, the tissues are there for you to use. You don't even have to be a certain age to use one! Truly, we all can see why the tissue can be helpful to us. The tissue is always caring and helping all (big or small!).

By: Rajvee :)

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The red betta fish swished across the aquarium wiggling it’s body like flower petals in the wind. The hum of the filter is quiet as it’s pouring bubbles soothing the fish. The fish dives up and down and swishes right and left in its crystal palace. The light from the aquarium sends prisms of light like rainbows on a sunny day after rain. The gravel sparkles blue and white while it is not sharp, the fish can speed across moving gravel behind. The fish’s red main is cuts through the water like an eagle in flight. The fish is the master of his domain.
Written by: Keshav Verma

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LIGHTNING FOUGHT THEIR WAY TO THE STATE FINALS WITH TEAM SPIRIT

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LIGHTNING FOUGHT THEIR WAY TO THE STATE FINALS WITH TEAM SPIRIT

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It was a beautiful season for MVLA Lightning White,  They had breezed through the State Cup tournament undefeated and into the semi-finals.  Then again, they showed their magic- the ability to play together as a team.  After thirteen non-stop games with a constant winning stance, they were into the finals, living the light of their lives.  Maybe they did not successfully win over Peninsula United in penalty shootout, but what’s important was team spirit, which bought Lightning into success.

Written by: Yao Yao Xiao

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A small ladybug crouches on a tender, shimmering green leaf in a sixth grade garden near a busy walkway.  Sunlight glints off the spotted back, and the calm insect shines like an exotic jewel.  The protective leaves shelter the beautiful concealed gem from schoolchildren as they rush past to lunch.  No one sees this gentle miracle of life.  Shielded from the treacherous outside, the ladybug drops down onto a lower leaf, crawling along at a leisurely pace that displays its contentment with this safe haven.  This tiny scarlet pebble rests, hidden, on the slowly swaying emerald cradle.

-Go outside!  See something and explore the little things in life!

Written by: Keira Lin

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For the first time in his life, a baby hiked the steep mountains of Mission Trail. Strapped to his father, and sporting a longhorn hat, the baby was full of smiles as he "climbed" the California terrain. The cool breeze brushed against his cheek, the shining sun beamed against his skin, and the smell of nature surrounding him brought a sense of calmness and serenity. He hasn't realized it yet, but this became a moment filed away in his cabinet of lifetime memories.

Written by: Mrs. M