This may be the most colorful November in Buckingham we have had in recent history. The line of sugar maples along the soccer field blazed red, the osage oranges across the road chucked chartreuse orbs into traffic, and the dogwoods in the wild patch by the tennis courts were almost as vibrant as when they are abloom. The sunrises over CB East demanded our attention.
The leaves hung on tight a little longer this year. We are hanging on tight too.
We hope you enjoy this month's selections as much as we enjoyed choosing them for you.
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| Artwork by Julia N., Grade 8 |
The Procrastinator's Helpline
Hello?
Is this the magnificent
Procrastinator’s Helpline, I’ve heard so many good things about?
You may have gotten my previous calls,
But I’m back for more badly needed help
I have a thousand-word, three-page
minimum essay due in about an hour
And I haven’t even typed my name on top
of the date yet
You see, I was going to do it,
But who can work on an empty stomach?
Certainly not me!
And what’s a snack without a drink?
So, if I must,
I shall delay my work to quench my
thirst
And fill the hole in my stomach
But then
Just as I begin to think and type and
work away
I am challenged
Challenged by a pop-up ad from the
website I was using to gather facts and research to support my soon overdue
thesis
“ONLY 1% OF PEOPLE
CAN BEAT THIS GAME!”
Is what it said, mocking me in its
bright text intending to draw attention
And being the stubborn and competitive
person, I am
I couldn’t back out
And that’s where I found myself for the
next forty-five minutes or so
Tearing through the gauntlet of online
games proving that am the 1% worthy of victory
So, yeah
After all that
I’m here with you
So, tell me please, lend me your wisdom
How do I get a thousand-word,
three-page minimum essay done in an hour?
Or less if it’s possible?
-- by Gavin C., Grade 9
inspired by "Toddler Feelings Helpline" by Sara Given
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| Holicong Soccer Field in November, photographed by Mr. Vogelsinger |
Everyone wants to be a main character.
Everyone wants to be the center of attention.
Whether you deny it or not, everyone wants to have conflict.
Everyone wants to be the Peter Parker, who gets bullied,
only to later prove them wrong.
But what people don’t think about, is that Peter Parker
doesn’t exist.
Everyone begs to have conflict, instead of being thankful
for what conflict they don’t have.
People will be bullied, but they can’t scale buildings.
People live hard lives, but they can’t carry boulders.
People die, they’ll never fly.
Everyone wants to be a main character.
But why not be yourself?
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| Artwork by Katilyn J., Grade 8 |
Drip,
drip, drip.
Home
alone.
Storm
shrieking and howling.
Lights
out.
Drip,
drip, drip.
A
bloodcurdling howl in the backyard.
Whipping
out a flashlight.
Investigate.
Drip,
drip, drip.
Horrific
howls in the backyard.
The
screech of the glass door sliding.
The
monster awaits.
Drip,
drip, drip.
Racing
toward the target.
A
silent scream.
The
drenched figure toppling over on its target,
As
a piece of paper wafted towards them,
Stating,
"Lost Dog."
-Anonymous
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| Artwork by Mackenzie, J., Grade 7 |
COVID Companion
Fingers
push against plastic
fingers
dance, with so much grace,
flying
across the keyboard
and
ever so often hitting space
The
mouse is moving
gliding
across the table
releasing
loud, sharp clicks
I'm
clicking as fast as I'm able
I'm
using a computer
the
same as any other day
nothing
really special
we
all use it the same way
by Richard W., Grade 7
