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Summer is here! Hear from our first campers in SF

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Summer is here! Hear from our first campers in SF

While yesterday marked the first official day of summer, some of our young writers have been out of school for weeks and have already experienced the joy that is SUMMER CAMP! Our first on-demand camp this year explored poetry, portraits and personification in San Francisco with teacher Jenny. Enjoy some of their pieces from their week-long camp.

Each camper proudly read her work aloud - this is one of our favorite moments of each "Take My Word For It!" session. Thank you for sharing your work, girls!

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Odes to Food & More from our Young Writers at Sunset Elementary

SUNSET Fall 2014 TMWFIThis fall the 3rd-5th grade students at Sunset Elementary focused their creativity on food writing. Using all of their senses to write similes and metaphors, to personify food, making them characters in exploring their worlds and going on adventures; they've written odes to the food they like best, and even recipes of themselves.  

From "Odes to Food"

Ode to Melons

In Summertime melons roam the streets of the city. Honey Dew Melon is as sweet as candy. Hiding in people's bags until they get home. Until he or she takes out a knife and slices the melon by its wrinkly skin. Juice gushes out, and the melon is cut into two perfect halves. by JENNIFER

Ode to Pound Cake

Oh Pound Cake. You are Mt. Everest just waiting for me to take a huge lion bite out of you. Whenever I see you I have no idea of where to start munching. Every part of you is delicious and sweet. Even if you gave me a huge, legendary stomach ache I would still gobble you up like a tiger eating a deer. by JASPER

Ode to French Fries

I walked over to delicious heaven. The item was aware of what was about to happen. It ran when it was being seasoned with salt. It ran when into obstacles all over. Finally it stopped moving. A giant picked it up. CHOP CHOP by MATT

Ode to Watermelon

Everything is miserable without watermelon. Its juicy red flesh tastes like heaven. When you take a bite, and the juicy runs down your hands like a flood, you are filled with happiness. Its green skin is like a maze, when you finally finish, you get your prize. by ISABEL From: Descriptive writing about a food you hate.

Mushrooms

At first, I didn't like mushrooms, even though I had never tried one. Then, one day, I went to my Bubba and Zieda's house. They made something that consisted of pasta (which I like) and mushrooms. I tried one of the mushrooms, unsure of what would happen next. I popped it into my mouth, and did a cross between spitting it out and chocking on it. I knew I wouldn't like them. by SYLVIA

Food Experience!

My whole family was urging me on. The green, wet broccoli was just sitting there on my plate. When I picked it up, it felt odd and cold. I closed my eyes and took a bite. It was GREAT! by DIADORA    

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Camp Round-up 2013: 18 Reasons

In our camp at 18 Reasons, the "Found Treasures & Scavenger Hunts" morning group hunted for words and then made "found" poems. Click on the photo of each poem to read a larger version.

Our afternoon group's theme was "What a Mystery". In our "What a Mystery" curriculum, kids learn how to compose a compelling whodunit story. The campers also constructed stories with secrets as the centerpiece. Here are some brief excerpts.

Arlo wrote on the prompt "Create a suspenseful scene".

“I thought I heard something, somewhere in the house. There it was again, a creak, from upstairs, directly above me. Now a note from the piano. Am I hallucinating? Abandoning my movie, I took a flashlight and headed upstairs.

“Fi,” I heard as I freeze.

“Fie…Fo…Fum,” I continue walking, I must be hallucinating.

The stench of rotting flesh stops me.”

Ben wrote on the prompt “It was missing…”.

“It was missing. On a planet, billions of years away, a ball of energy that held us together, supplied us, and kept our people alive had gone missing. Our council thinks it was stolen by a planet close to us that had almost been killed after using up all their natural resources. Our planet is dying now, without the aura. I am a soldier, I have been fighting for years now, protecting us survivors against the citizens turned into zombies that have been framed by the aliens to terrorize the survivors.”

Owen wrote on the prompt “It was missing…”.

“It was missing and I knew someone had stolen it. I knew it was gone as I entered my bedroom. I bolted out into the night to search for my Shadow Amulet. I had an idea of who would have taken it. Later in the night I arrived at the asylum, everything had gone haywire. I could hear unhuman screams coming from inside.”

Nicky wrote on the prompt “It was missing…”.

“That night it was very hard for Michael to sleep and when he did he felt as if someone was closing a door right in front of him. The next morning when Michael woke up it was eleven o’clock. He was late for work. He hurried out of bed and rapidly got dressed but he noticed something was missing. The glove was gone…”

Nick wrote on the prompt “It was missing…”.

“Bang! Bang! Were the sounds that I woke up to. I went back to bed thinking something fell in the bathroom. I woke up, turned the lights on and realized tht the diamond watch that was passed through the family for decades was gone I went downstairs and the windows were shattered. “

Miles wrote on the prompt “I cheat on almost every math test…”.

“My family is considered intellectually gifted. Me, on the other hand, I suck at math. I feel really out of place in our family. My younger brother can do more complex math than me. So I got tired of being made fun of so I started cheating on almost every math test that I take. My parents finally started to notice me. One day I got caught cheating on the last test.”

Dash wrote on the prompt “I can read minds”.

“Kate Contraire could read minds. At first, she had only been told she had an amazing ability to detect patterns. But as she grew older, she noticed an increasing ability to know what other people were thinking. It had started out as noticing an idea that wasn’t hers. But as she started paying more attention to those feelings she noticed that people were talking about these unknown thoughts. She had told no one about this ability.”

Harrison wrote on the prompt “It was missing…”.

“It was missing. The money, the safe, everything. Wait! I better tell you who I am before I tell you about the bank. I am Kurt Brown, The Magic Man as you might say. I am a wizard. I float around in a costume saving people, and tying up the bad guys, but this case was so cold I couldn’t find the bad guys. They had covered up evry scratch and fingerprint.”

 

Elliot wrote on the prompt “Create a suspenseful scene”.

“He thought he heard someone in the house. It was one of those light footstep noises that repeated for a couple seconds and then stopped. His dad was at work and his mom wouldn’t be back from shopping for another 45 minutes, and besides, she would have called his name if she were home. Who was it? Could a stranger have picked their door lock? Could it have been his friends knocking on the door? He felt a shiver down his spine thinking about the couple robberies in the area. Could that be happening right now? Just then he heard his cat crying.”

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Words From Our Young Authors at Grattan Elementary

This session the students worked on character and plot. They learned to make use of each of their five senses as a source of inspiration. The students did listening activities that led to poems, worked collaboratively to interpret photos, and used details from their own lives - both mundane and personal - as details to enhance character. See sa couple of the excerpts below!  

From a photograph of a Scarecrow dressed in a fine suit and hanging in a cornfield:

Ballad of the Scarecrow in a suit.

I am a scarecrow. It’s a lot harder than it seems. For one, it’s a pain in the neck to re-stuff yourself everyday. Oh and, hey, wait, please don’t leave. I’m not going to complain the entire time. Maybe ten percent, but not more. Besides, I’m getting off topic, and before I do, I should tell you about my appearance. No really, it’s essential to the story. Like I said, I’m a Scarecrow, an average Joe, straw-filled, rough, canvas skin. But it’s the outfit that really catches people’s eye. I can see you’re filled to the brim with questions, and being the Scarecrow that I am, I am happy to answer them.

-Sam

 

I am supposed to be scary. But not that anyone thinks I am. Everyone thinks I’m funny. It makes me sad. I hope someone will understand.

-Estella

 

From an exercise in collaboration called the exquisite corpse, where the kids each  wrote a line of the story, without having seen the line that came before:

Bob R. Greedy

Bob R. Greedy Planned to smuggle a bald eagle into Spain. At the top of the Empire State building. In the middle of 223 BC. Because of the atomic matter in your mother’s favorite teapot. But she became so excited that she drowned. And this caused the cow to run circles around them.

-Adam

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Words from Our Young Authors at Hillcrest Elementary

This session we focused on food-related writing; we wrote about foods we love, foods we hate, and even what foods would do if they became human. From our exercise about "food fright," in which students wrote about food that makes, or used to make, them squeamish.

Night of the Living Crab Cakes

I'm on a cruise ship in Europe. My dad asks me to try the crab cakes. I say that I'll think about it. I don't want to try them but I do. It's weird. We walk to dinner. My sister, I, and my mom wearing pretty dresses, and my dad in his handsome dark suit. We look at the menu. I remember my dad said we have to try new things in Italy. My sister and I order Shirley Temples. My mom and dad order wine. My dad convinces me to try crab cakes and we could split gnocchi. I couldn't back out. It was already in the cage. The waiter brought our orders over. I took one bite. I loved it! It sort of had a boom then pow then kaboom pow! It was so good! The texture, the flavor, it was amazing. To this day I still eat it at Claremont.

– Maggie

 

From "Tangerine Delight," an exercise that asked students to eat a tangerine slooowly, bite by bite, and write about the experience.

Tangerine Delightsy Appetitesy

Peeling apart the segments of the tangerine taunts me until the last drop of gooey, orange joy is resting on my tongue. My jaw slowly clenches and this wonderful splash of flavor is riding around my mouth. I imagine the orange liquid rummaging through my mouth, spraying every inch like someone watering the ground with a hose. I swallow and the world becomes a grey lonely place again and the world is not colorful and playful until I eat the tangerine, watermelon, banana fruit salad at dinner.

– Hayden

 

From our food personification activity, which let the kids write about characters inspired by food.

Part One

Watermelon was a watermelon that had orange hair, blue eyes, and her skin color was green, red, and black. She lived in a rainbow-colored pineapple with her pet Waddles. She was taking a walk with her pet Waddles. Waddles would bark and bark. Watermelon still went to school. She was in 2nd grade. Her parents would not be home so she had to walk home by herself. One evening when she was walking home she fell into an ice cube. Watermelon did not know what to do. The ice cube was too slippery to get out. She could not think of anything. Her friend Melon Mark came strolling along when he found Watermelon. Watermelon said to Melon Mark, "Help me! Please! I'll give you a treat!" Melon Mark liked the word "treat". He pulled her out, thinking what a hero he was. Watermelon invited him to stay over for a little bit. They both had an amazing time. Watermelon and Melon Mark would never ever forget that moment.

Part Two

Melon Mark and Watermelon were soon in 5th grade. They were still in the same class. Melon Mark and Watermelon were becoming friends. At the end of school Watermelon would do her homework and play. Melon Mark had feelings for Watermelon. Watermelon had feelings for him too! At school the first period Melon Mark asked Watermelon if Watermelon could go on a date. Watermelon was shocked and then said "yes". That night Watermelon got all dressed up for Melon Mark. At the date they went to a French restaurant. Melon Mark had onion soup. Watermelon had steak with peas and mashed up potatoes. After dinner, Melon Mark dropped off Watermelon at her house.  Melon Mark and Watermelon had grown up ten years later. They both got married and had children whose names were Mars, Melvin, and Waton. They got a huge lovely house.

The End.

– Sara

 

Another from our food personification exercise:

The Pie

The poor cute little pie was hoping that somebody would one day buy her from that prison store. At least the little pie had Whitey the Butter, her friend, that was also a prisoner there.

One day a little boy that was picking his nose grabbed the little pie and bought her.

The little pie was so happy that she got taken away from the prison store. She was on a beautiful glass table, suddenly something jumped up on the table, and happily chewed the little pie. It was the darn dog! The little pie was chewed into pieces in the dog's stomach. The little pie wasn't so happy, but at least she was out of the prison store. Or was she in another prison place?...AAAHHH!

– Sonyamia

  

From our family recipe activity, in which we wrote stories inspired by favorite family dishes:

Food Story

As the all-vegetable pot stickers, or gyoza, sizzle and crackle in the saucepan, my salivic glands and nose go on overdrive. The soy sauce salty smell overpowers my nose. As my mom calls me from the computer to set the table she turns off the glitchy knob and it stops clicking.

When I am done putting the cold silverware on the table, and pouring the varied drinks, I collect my plate and sit down ravenously. The first bite I take is warm and soy sauce salty. The savory/sweet vegetables come almost instantly afterwards, YUM! After the first three gyoza are gone all that salt has made me hungry and I take a sip of the oversweet orange-peach-mango-juice, OPMJ. When I am done drinking I sit back, contentedly sighing.

– Noah

                                                              

This is from our "I Am From" poetry exercise, which let the kids get creative while describing where they come from.

I am From

I am from a bunch of ancestors lined up one by one, generation after generation with me at the end of them

I am from a tree with branches growing stronger each day, with the parents standing next to me on any kind of day

I am from a big, tall hill full of life with an urban farm house crowning its head

I am from all those art and dance shows and people cheering me on

I range from a long telephone call to nights studying for a test

I am from making a dream come true no matter what

And making the best of things, cuz it's just in those blue worn out jeans.

– Nicola

 

Yet another from our food personification exercise:

Caseeeeeeeeey the Cake

            Once upon a time there was a cake called Caseeeeeeeeey. She was a chocolate cake and she had chocolate frosting and she had chocolate sprinkles.

            Once upon Caseeeeeeeeey three candles were pushed into her soft, crumby yumminess and they got lit on fire. She threw them at José the jalapeño. He got lit on fire. Then he danced around for ten days and two seconds. Then he drank water. So he was okay.

            Once upon a sunny summer day José walked into a Mexican restaurant. He hid behind a booth. Then Caseeeeeeeeey walked into a Mexican restaurant. They just happened to be the same ones. The cake saw José. She picked him up and showed him to the cook. The cook saw José and took him and made him into salsa.

            Once upon a long, long, long, long, long, long, long time in the future (about thirty seconds), Caseeeeeeeeey opened the door to her house and went in and drank a cup of coffeeeeeeeee and lived happily ever after.

                                    The end is near!

                                          The end

– Jonathan

 

From our "Tangerine Delight" exercise...

Tangerine

Tangy, yet sweet Sour, yet candy-like Seeping onto my tongue Filling my mouth with a floating sensation Orange is the color that I can taste Squirting around my mouth Yum.

– Reilly

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Words from Our Young Authors at The Booksmith in San Francisco

This winter at the Booksmith, the kids have been exploring the magic of flight. In addition to producing imaginative free writes and participating in group writing games, students have written numerous works based on our central theme. These pieces include letters from Amelia Earhart, flights of fancy and stories written from the point of view of Icarus and Daedalus. Simultaneously, students have strengthened their prose by experimenting with craft elements such as personification and metaphor. Check out their favorite excerpts from the selection below!  

From: Flights of Fancy exercise in which students let their imagination soar.

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My name is Sona Fly. I live in Criphea. My people are called Crisows, but people also call us fairies or flowers because our powers come from flowers. But for the past few months, the lands of Criphea, Somolian, Tolia and Gronzy have been in great danger. The Vortorians hate nature, peace and goodwill but the rest of us don’t. Now they have developed a powerful weapon called Foral which can turn smog into nature and nature into smog.

-Lainey

 

From: Flights of Fancy exercise in which students let their imagination soar.

The Fairy Who Touched The Moon

Many moons ago slept an Elephant Fairy, Rose. She loved elephants. One moon she decided to touch the moon. But how would she do that? The other fairies said, “Ha! We all have proper wings but you have elephant ears for wings! You are so ugly!” “Go away,” said Rose. She thought, I will fly to the moon and prove to the others that I am a proper fairy.

-Ava

 

From: My Name Is Poem

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My name is Phoebe. My name is made from gold and sparkling silver. I found my name in the Phoebe bird. My name can lift up boulders and cliffs. If I lost my name, the whole world would catch fire.

-Phoebe

 

From: The flight of a bumblebee

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I am a bee. I eat bears for breakfast. One day my hive explodes and all the bees fly away. I fly to another hive but an aardvark eats me. Then the aardvark eats the rest of the bees and we all live happily ever after.

-Christopher

 

From: One morning a bumblebee oversleeps and wakes up to find the hive empty!

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I woke up one morning and had my breakfast of honey. No one else was here, but it didn’t bother me because everyone always wakes up before me. I flew around looking for my best friend. There was not a single bee in the hive. I found a sign at the entrance: HIVE FOR SALE – please bring all the honey from this hive to our new hive in Flowerville. I was much too lazy to fly all the way to Flowerville, so I decided to stay and eat honey and not have to fly around flowers ever again for lunch. I took down the sign and put up a new sign: SOLD, it said. I went to the honey storage area. There was a lifetime supply there for 20 bees! For 5 days I lived the life of luxury. Then, on the 6th day, 12 wasps came to the hive.

-John Francis

 

From: One morning a bumblebee oversleeps and wakes up to find the hive empty!

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He stumbled over to his mother’s bedroom, still half-asleep. He installed himself in Bee’s bed and got robots to bring him junk food while he watched TV. So the days passed. A month later, Sleepybee heard a faint knocking at the entrance. He looked through it. Nobody. While he tried to figure out what happened, a wasp climbed into the window. Other wasps, who had thrown rocks at the walls, hid behind leaves, waiting for the signal to invade. When the signal came, the wasps’ leader, Stinger, herded the large group through the entrance. “Yaaah!” screamed a wasp warrior, brandishing an axe. The raiding party stuffed honey into wax containers. Sleepybee was soon found, hiding behind the door.

-Isabella

 

From: Personification of an object in flight

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I hang onto my tree as I’m painted in crimson and gold. The wind blows in fall and I twirl. My grasp loosens. Again the wind rushes past me and I twirl faster and faster. Slowly I lose the branch and gracefully I fall to the ground with my other friends. I blow southward, twirling more and more. After weeks I am slowly broken down. I lay down peacefully, painted mostly brown, too tired to get up.

-Amanda

From: Sensory description of an object in flight (superhero)

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Different problems different places Wind breeze in the air Rushing, whipping through my hair Like a fan in a home Saving people left and right Saving by day, sleeping by night

-Yudi

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