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Students can write a piece of flash-nonfiction/haiku/any literary format under 100 words about their memories/an act of kindness they observed during HBL period, based on a wide variety of prompts provided for them. Students can upload their submissions to Padlet where the school population can indicate their votes for their favourite pieces. Please include a write-up of no more than 75 words below your poem (please put the write-up on the same post as your poem, or your write-up will be disregarded)

The prompts are in the last column

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example of haiku:        literary poem  

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example of haiku:        literary poem  

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here is my poem
i really hope you'll like it
please participate!

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Don’t be afraid to try;

Pick up a pen and write

Your poems down with pride! 💫

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ello love!

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1. You are the Athena statue. Describe your day.
2. If you were in school, what would you be doing now?
3. Describe your online HBL lessons by relating it to a fruit!
4. Describe HBL using colours and explain your choice.
5. Imagine you had the ability to control time, what time in your school life would you go back to?
6. Describe a day in the life of HBL pretending to be a survivor in a post-apocalyptic world.
7. Imagine your computer could talk. What would it say to you?
8. If you could choose your own HBL schedule, what would it be?
9. Describe your class using your own house colors and explain your choice.
10. What things (animals/plants/food/elements etc.) of your house colour do you think describes your class? Explain your choice.
11. Compare HBL to a normal day of school in a two-voice/twin cinema poem.
12. Imagine you are an inanimate object, describe your day.
13. Something you love about staying at home 24/7
14. An object in your room you can’t live without!
15. Imagine being one of the Anderson pigeons, where are you now?
16. Describe a memorable experience that happened during HBL with relevance to one of your house values
17. Imagine you’re a teacher, what would your day be like?
18. If you were a subject, what would it be and why?
19. Pretend you are an explorer wandering in the wilderness. You come across RGS during your travels. Describe your journey through the school.

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Inappropriate submissions will be removed, and anonymity is ensured during voting such that voting is fairer.
Inappropriate submissions include:

1. Submissions with swearing

2. Submissions with inappropriate content

3. Submissions over the 100-word limit

4. Submissions that were submitted over the deadline

5. Submissions with a write-up of over the 75-word limit

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HEY Richardsonians, we're so hot, 🔥
our brightest flames just burnt the pot.

HEY now, here's a food for thought 🍯

Write some pieces, take your shot!
Don't turn yourself into a human knot, 🥨
I know that you will hit jackpot!🤩💙💙💙💙

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7. Imagine your computer could talk. What would it say to you?

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7. Imagine your computer could talk. What would it say to you?

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Here for You

Hey, friend! You're back here again.
I'm sick and tired, aren't you, man?

This is certainly a time which I'm good and set for
But I'm already overheated long before four!

Circuit breaker for a month or two?
Surely I can break as many times too!

Oh, fine. Ready, get set and let's go -
On my face, your teacher I shall show.

Then you can work on and type on my keys
Why not instead tickle some ivories?

When all's said and done, thanks for coming back to me.
Made for this, a trusty partner I'll be!

Write-up
My laptop ended up a necessity during circuit breaker (CB), but it really did break twice. Luckily I could get it back fixed and working both times. "Tickle some ivories" refers to the presence of some rest and relaxation (and music from my laptop) during CB, although going back to my laptop and work was a given. This poem was somewhat fun to write. Hope you like it. :)

P. S. (Not part of write-up) I won't do it, but is it not super easy for people to like their own submissions..?)

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i am a statue that
ri guys fear,
they don't dare to cross
when i am here.

haha,
no action for u.
i'm bored.

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I had a Home.
a Home called Anderson

My first day there,
I wandered, wondering if I should
say “hi!”
or shoo them away?

I said it was either me or
Us

and I was far and out of reach.

Yet Home provided.

and I wouldn’t admit
but I had been the slightest bit
Greedy

Of all your gifts,
I took only friends.

Selfish,
I would wish
for even more
but not once had I given…

Now,
I roam
an empty home

devoid of life
tears
hugs
warmth
gone

It’s time we let go

!
Sky
the
to
take
Let’s

Writeup:
We pigeons (like humans) tend to be nasty. We call it pigeon nature.

However, this does not determine that we will be evil pigeons. The pigeons who we spend the most time with is what shapes our personalities and values.

It’s hard to let go of physical memories like Anderson, so here’s a word of advice; remember to cherish those you love - where they are is your true home.

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15. Imagine being one of the Anderson pigeons, where are you now?

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15. Imagine being one of the Anderson pigeons, where are you now?

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Birds of a feather flock together

Where are my feathers, then?

Wingless and restless

I have been left

Alone

In a great empty dungeon.

I still see the sun rise everyday

Just like when with my kin

But the food and the beaks

Are so very far

Away

With a different view

I can't seem to forget

How it used to be

The canteen feels so

Devoid

Of voices and footsteps and food

As I lie on the table

Screeching to nothing

Desperately waiting for

Her

To call for me

And She did

I'm soaring unlocked

Free

Write-Up

All the pigeons have moved on from Anderson, but this one pigeon has been left behind as it is sick and cannot fly. It is lamenting about being alone. It feels trapped, left to die in the same place it was born and spent all its life in. In the last few stanzas, it is waiting for death. ("She" is god) And when the pigeon dies, it is finally free.

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The clock ticks silently, bright numbers flashing across an LED screen. Survivors look up and count down in their minds. "3... 2... 1..."
Survivors in slumber are woken up. The world is silent except for these girls, now opening up their electronic devices.
They log into Google Meets. It is 7.25am.