Wednesday, October 3, 2012


Music is....
Happiness and memories of time gone by
sadness and sorrow of loved one's past
a life story in five minutes or less
with you through your firsts and your lasts
for all things gained and all things lost
influential and expressive
for private thoughts and public parties 
for elevators and for awkward moments
Music

                                    --Heather


 Out in the Pacific Ocean, lies an island full of adventure and serenity. It is a place that is overflowing with animals and people. The island serves as a home for those who reside there, as well as a paradise getaway for anyone who chooses to make the extensive trip to see its beautiful wonders.

I find Oahu to be a breath taking place! From the volcanoes that seem to scrape the sky, to the depths of the crystalline blue waters that seem to scoop down into the Earth forever, it is one of a kind. No other island can compare to that of Oahu. It leaves me so relaxed and free as I think about sitting on the yellow sandy beaches overlooking the water that seems to poke the sky everytime a wave forms. The beaches stand as warriors protecting the island from the harsh waters through the torrential rain and storms.

When I imagine myself being in Oahu, I picture myself sitting under a lanky green palm tree, digging my toes into the rough sweltering sand. I think of myself sniffing the imperturbable sea breeze and sipping my glacial, vivid orange mango smoothie. Every sip chills my lips and sets off a celebration in my mouth. Next, I hearken to the booms of the Hawaiian drums as they compose an entergetic, upbeat song.

As I dream of sitting under the blazing sun, I think of watching the colorful birds dance among the branches of the brown gnarled trees that bear not too far from me. I forget about reality, and all of the hustling people that pass me. I draw myself in my imagination strolling down to the smooth water, and dipping my toes deep down under the surface.

The world seems to pause whenever I think about this wonderful island. Clearly, no other place can compare to the interesting island of Oahu. It is an island of its own.  -- Mikki H.



I Should Be...
Someday I should be a super secret spy
I would sneak around and gather information
I would be as sly as a fox.


Or I could be an astronaut
I could visit the man on the moon
Or maybe I would discover aliens on Mars.


Or perhaps I would be a pirate on a boat
I would find the hidden treasure
or maybe I would win a sword fight.


It would be fun to be a fighter pilot
fly as high as the stars
and as fast as the speed of sound


Would they be easy,
or challenging
or would they be enjoyable


I think it would be all of those though.
-- Simon R.

Out in the country, beyond the howling winds and the mysterious mountains is a breath taking sight. The light from the warm sun leaves tinted shadows across the land. The breeze from the cold winter wind gives a chilling experience. You can hear the birds whispering a sweet lullaby as they glide across the sky. The sweet visit of friendship and family is awaiting. Extraordinary adventures are ready to be discovered. As you shuffle across the gravel road you will see a strong building: an old-fashioned dark blue house that belongs to my grandmother. 

My grandmother's house is full of adventures. Once you first enter the house you smell the wonderful aroma of fresh baked cinnamon rolls. As you bite into the scrumptious food your taste buds get an outstanding delight. The texture of the warm pastry feels moist as it rest in the palms of your hands. While pacing through the house, you will see picture frames full of memories and of family and friends.Also you may see the many types of different furniture and hues upon the walls.The colors of creme and burgundy sponged walls lighten the room. Nick-nacks,posters, and pictures appear on the bare walls. They are fun to look at and absorb. Even though, you can see that my grandma's house can be quite exciting and wondrous. 

My grandmother's house can get quite crowded sometimes. In the first place, my family and friends visit every so often and it can get a little full. Secondly, my grandmother owns her own business and sometimes and that can be a little hectic. Usually when family comes we discuss family memories, vacations, and adventures from previous years. Although my grandmother's house can get quite crowded we all enjoy the company. 

My grandmother's house is an interesting place. First, it has many opportunities. Secondly, it gives me a warm and fuzzy feeling inside. Third, my friends and family are always there to keep everyone company. Also my grandmother's house is welcoming to the neighborhood.As you can see, my grandmother's house is an fun, interesting, and adventurous place.   -- Emily M.

Briggs Pond                                          



My place is wet, and murky. It can be as dry as a desert in some places. It is full of life, and is a distance away from home. Walking through college campus to get there, you see the path that will lead you to my place. It is about four fathoms deep in the center, my place is Briggs Pond.

You here so many things in this small place. It is like you are strolling through a jungle and you here a variety of animals. For instance, you here the bullfrog roar, and the snakes slither across the ground, and water. The extensive trees sway, and the thin blades of grass that whisper to each other in the small gusts of wind. You think that is all, but then, you here the fish jump from the water, like a rocket flying to outerspace, to catch its meal. You think an orchestra just started up with all the different sounds each fish makes when it slaps against the water falling back in.

While you are walking around you can feel the ground move with life, or possibly it is you sliding on the mud. You are now sweating, so you decide to remove your shirt and tie it in your belt loop. When you start climbing the hill, you grab the jagged branches that seem to dig into your skin. When you reach the top you realize you have forgotten something. You then find your own way down trying not to fall into the brook. While down, there snatching the item you forgot, you discover a small path through the trees, that lead you to a new place. It has an even smaller pond, and what looks like to be a beaver dam. You now exit the area knowing you found it.

Next, your buddies arrive, about five or six of them. They brought there fishing poles, and there paraphernalia. You go to the old tree that stretches across a fourth of the pond. Two of them on one branch, two on the ground, and two on the other branch. Finally, you send your cast out, and wait. Something nibbles, and you jerk back, almost falling of the tree into the pond, you regain your balance. Then, finally, set the hook. Then real it in with all your might. You hold the fish in one hand and take the hook out with the other, and you see that the fish desires water. Then you decide to put it back in the pond.

Finally, at the end of your day it is time to pack up your gear. You then untie your shirt from your belt loop. To releave yourself from the heat, you dampen your shirt and throw it on. Once you exit the fishing spot, you walk around the pond a few times before leaving. Right before you leave, you turn around, and say "Bye," to the pond.   -- Isaac B.