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Tuesday, August 24, 2010

EARTH, 1981 By the kids in Room 2

The whole class worked on this collage. The original measures about three feet by three feet. We spent all summer on it! To make it, we used lots of glue and several issues of National Geographic magazine from 1981. If you click on the image you can zoom in and see all the details up close.

Monday, August 23, 2010

HUNTING JASION: THE THIRD & FINAL CHAPTER IN THE STINK & INK SAGA By Holly & Linda, both age 11




Stink and Ink were walking down Sunset Boulevard in Hollywood. CRASH! Stink bumped into a pole.

“Are you hurt Stink?” Ink said, eating the rest of Stink’s chocolate.

“No and take your filthy hands off of my chocolate,” Stink said, trying to steal the chocolate back.

“Do you think we should visit our parents?”

“Sure," Ink said, "but we should prepare one question to annoy them, and why are you changing the subject? Ink bit her fingernails as if they were chocolate.

“No reason,” said Stink.

“Why?”

“Because we killed them, remember?”

“Oh right, I had forgot.” Ink said.

“Ink, don’t be so stupid. We can get our answers to where we were born from Aunt Pink and Uncle Think.”

“Okay, but when do we go?”

“Now?”

“Yes, right now,” said Ink.


Stink and Ink's Aunt Pink and Uncle Think lived in a pink house because Aunt Pink loves the color pink.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

“Now who in the world would that be?” Aunt Pink said. “Don’t come in.”

“Too bad,” Stink said. “Let us come in or I'll break down the door.”

Aunt Pink opened the door.

“Hi,” Stink said, licking his fingers, ignoring Aunt Pink.

“Hello,” Ink said.

“You two again?” Aunt Pink said.

“Where’s Uncle Think,” Ink asked.

“I’m coming,” Uncle Think said from upstairs.

“We got one questions to ask the both of you,” Stink said.

“Ask away,” Uncle Think said.

“Can you tell us why we were named Stink and Ink?” Ink asked.

“Well, Stink was born with an odor and Ink was born covered in dark slime.”

“Thanks for your time, bye,” Stink said as he walked to the door.

“Wait,” Uncle Think said.

“What?” said Stink.

“We saw a poster outside. Maybe you could use it,” Uncle Think said.

“What for?" said Stink.

“Because if you had the 500k award you might share it with us,” Aunt Pink said.

"Why should we share it with you?" Ink said.

"Because we're the ones who showed you the poster," Aunt Pink said.

“Sure,” Stink said but he crossed his fingers.

"Thanks for all your time," Stink said.

"Bye," Ink said.

The twins headed down Melrose Avenue.

“That wasn’t annoying at all.”

“What wasn’t annoying?” said Stink.

“That whole interaction,” said Ink.

“Whatever,” said Stink.

“Let’s get out of here.”

As stink and Ink walked home, Spy Master did his business next to a nearby bush.

“Ink, how would you like to become a boy?” Spy Master asked. “But only for a week.”

“No," Ink said. "Boys are so disgusting, they don’t care about fashion. But, it does sound interesting. When can I start?”

“After you finish your new mission,” Spy Master said. “Which is to soak Jasion in toilet water. He has become the Flaming
Sorcerer of Death.”

"The cops are offering $500K for his capture," Said Ink.

"Forget about the cops," the Spy Master said. "You work for me."

“We understand,” Stink said. “But why toilet water?”

“I just want to be mean he to him,” Spy Master said. “So I’ll just present you with two fully filled toilet water guns.” The Spy Master pulled the guns from his coat pocket and handed them to the twins.

“That brand is way old," Ink said. "You should get in fashion."

“Two machine guns,” Stink said.

“Only water guns,” Spy Master said.

“What else have you got?” Ink said.

“The new and improved water gun,” Spy Master read off of the package. “Water gun, sprays out water rapidly and can carry three bottles of water to spray at a time. Caution: The gun's weakness is chocolate. It will clog."

“But Ink doesn’t get to be a boy,” Spy Master said.

“Fine, but we get new spy suits and all the accessories because ours are falling apart,” Stink said. “Or we’ll quit.”

“Well none of my business,” Spy Master said. “But you better not quit or I’ll hire Jasion to kill you.” he said, bluffing.

“Fine then deal with Jasion yourself,” Ink said to Stink.

“Oh no or I’ll take your spy ID,” Spy Master said. “Yes,” Spy Master said sarcastically.

“Give us new suits first,” Ink said, trying to grab a chocolate bar from Spy Master’s pocket.

The twins went to the hospital and stole some needles. They needed them to drug the Spy Master. It would be best if he were unconscious for their mission. They took the bus from the hospital to the Spy Master’s lab. They shot the Spy Master while he was not looking and he fell out of his chair. His mask fell off. It was actually Jasion. Stink and Ink took out their cameras and snapped a few pictures of the flaming sword and ran.

“Why are we running?” Stink said. “We have water to spray at the flame sword.” They ran back and sprayed water at Jasion’s flaming sword. “Now to the police.”

“What is the number again?”

“I think it’s 311,” Ink said.

Stink took out his cell phone and dialed 311.

“Hello MUNI service,” a man said.

“Um… sorry wrong call,” Stink said.

Next he dialed 111, 211, 411, 611, 711, 811, and 911.

“Hello police, may I help you,” a man said.

“Yes," Stink said. "I got Jasion and the legendary flaming sword but they're drenched in toilet water, now give us the money on the poster."

The poster pictured the flaming sword and Jasion picking his nose. It offered a 500k reward for his capture.

“I’ll give you the money if you slice Jasion’s head off,” the man said.

“Ok,” Stink said. “Wait, but I don’t have a knife. So I’m going to drag him to the station.”

One minute later…

“How’d you get here so fast?” the man said.

“We were next door,” Ink said. “Our money?”

“Here,” the man said, handing over several stacks of cash.

Ink counted the money. “It’s only $499, 999. You're missing a dollar.”

“Fresh out.”

“Fine, we’ll just turn him into the Fire Department.”

“Fine, here's your dollar,” said the man.

Stink turned to Ink. “Give him Jasion.”

“Here,” Ink said.


Aunt Pink and Uncle Think were at home waiting for Stink and Ink to come back and give them some of the reward money.

“Where are they?” Aunt Pink said.


Stink and Ink left the Police Department and wandered down a street. They weren't paying attention to where they were going.

“Where are we going?” Stink said.

“To Aunt Pink’s house,” Ink said.

“No, No, No,” said Stink.

“Why?” Ink said.

“Because I don’t want to share the money!” Stink said.

“But we’re here silly,” Ink said, laughing.

They stood in front of the big pink house.

“Hello children," Uncle Think said. "Where is my money?" He stared at their hands.

“Hi! Aren’t you going to invite us in first?” Stink said.

“No! We want the money right now!” Uncle Think said. Aunt Pink walked to the door.

“So where is my money?” Aunt Pink said.

“How do you know if we have it?” Stink said.

“Well, the internet says that you and Ink just captured Jasion and the flame sword!” Aunt Pink said.

“So where is my money?”

“Hey, don’t talk like that,” Uncle Think said.

“Are you talking to me?” Aunt Pink said.

“Yes,” Uncle Think Said.

While Aunt Pink and Uncle Think argued, Stink and Ink stood there looking.

“Should we leave?” Stink said.

“I guess so,” Ink said and turned toward the door.


About the Authors

Hey my name is Holly. I am 11 years old. I live with my mom, dad, and brother. I like to chat with my friends online. I am good at many things such as making people laugh and running. I want to be good at reading someday. I want to be a photographer when I grow up. I am different from other kids because I laugh a lot during class time. One thing I wonder is, why do zebras have to be black and white? If I were a food I would be chocolate because it makes me crazy. I'm starting middle school soon. I hope I'll get use to my new school. I am also the author of The Time I Went to the Hospital, The Spy Twins, Spy Master's Death, and this post about our class mural.

Hi my name is Linda and I am 10 years old. I live with my mom, dad, my sisters Lena and Lara and my brother. I like to draw, read and talk with my friends. I am good at spelling and reading. I want to be good at drawing and writing. I want to be a teacher when I grow up. I am different from other kids because I am the only one with braces in Room 2. The thing that confuses me is the reason people have war. If I were I planet I would be Pluto because I like cold weather. I hope I can make as many new friends in middle school as I did in Room 2.

Thursday, August 19, 2010

REINCARNATION By the Kids in Room 2

This poem is part of a class poetry project inspired by the song "Old Glory" By the band Harvey Milk.




How do you think the pigeon feels?
Squished by a bus,
Stuck on the wheels.
Do pigeons know about suicide?
I asked this one and
he said, “No,
but I believe in reincarnation.”

How do you think my wooden chair feels,
screeching on the floor when I move it around,
wobbling
when I sit on it?
My mom puts something hard under one of its legs.
Do you ever feel that way?
I did the time my sister went to Mexico
and I stayed here.

How do you think your pants feel?
Sagging down to your knees,
ripping, fraying, falling down.
Have you ever felt like that?
I have,
the time I got lost in the forest.

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

QUAN'S HEAD By Andy, age 10




Quan sits at the edge of the basketball court while kids play basketball in front of him. They’re rough with the ball. Traffic screeches past the playground and roars through the Broadway tunnel. Quan worries about his head. He doesn’t have a real human head. He has a basketball for a head. Kids whisper and point at him. They might pull it off, he thinks. He wants to try to make friends with those kids so he won’t feel lonely anymore. He walks over to them and asks them if he could be their friend.

“Yes," one of the kids says. “Do you want to play basketball with us?”

Quan says, “Yes.”

They play basketball. They all pant and sit down to drink water. A boy named Jim tries to grab Quan’s basketball head but misses. Quan thinks he is trying to get the ball from his hand but he realizes that he is trying to get his head. He drops the ball and runs away from the kids. He sits at the bus stop to wait for the #1 on Clay St. Birds fly close to his head and dogs bark at it. He looks at a wilted plant. At home he plays games on his computer. In one of the games cube people keep on busting into his house and taking his stuff. He makes a plan about how to get them to stop trying to take his head off. He stays up all night thinking.

The next morning he runs back to the basketball court and plays basketball with the same kids. He puts on a mask to prevent the kids from pulling his head off. The mask also protects him from dogs and birds. Jim is there again and he tries to take Quan’s head off again but he grabs the mask instead. Quan runs back to his house.

He cuts two seatbelts out of his car with scissors and gets two pieces of metal, drills holes in them, and screws in pegs. He attaches his new device to his mask and straps himself in. He rides the bus to the basketball court to play basketball again. Jim is there. He tries to take off Quan’s new and stronger mask.

He doesn’t succeed, but he rips the mask strap. Quan runs out of the court and goes back to his house. He goes to the garage to build more protection for the mask. Then he goes back to the park.

“Why is your head like that?” Jim says.

Quan notices a lump in Jim’s chest. “Why is your chest like that?”

Jim covers his chest with his hand.

“Huh?” Quan says. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing”

“What‘s wrong with you?”

“I have a baseball instead of a heart.” Jim starts to cry.

Quan takes off his mask.

About the Author

Hi, my name is Andy and I am ten years old. I live on Polk Street. I live with my mom, dad, grandma, and sister and this is my second published book. I like to play computer, basketball, ping-pong, and pay with my friends. I am good at videogames, knitting, drawing, and math. I want to be better at making friends. When I grow up I want to be an engineer because they get to fix electronics. Something I wonder is where did trees come from? Where did the first seed come from? If I were a planet I would be Jupiter because it has the most moons and one of them named Io has the most volcanoes. I wish that there were no more bullies.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

SPLINTERING By Destin, age 9

This poem is part of a class poetry project inspired by the song "Old Glory" By the band Harvey Milk.




How do you think the T-shirts feel,
full of holes
and ripping?
Have you ever felt this way?
I have,
the time
my mother
threw away my snails.
How do you think the skateboard feels
when it cracks,
splintering,
poking,
scraping cement?
Do your guts ever feel like that?

Saturday, August 14, 2010

HOW I FEEL By Andrew, age 8

This poem is part of a class poetry project inspired by the song "Old Glory" By the band Harvey Milk.





How do you think my puppy feels,
when a kid throws a rock at its head
and I have to take it to the hospital?
How do you think my baby bird feels
when his mama is not with him
because she is getting food?
How do you think my baby sister feels
when she trips on the stairs when she’s running?
How do you think the zoo animals feel
when their cages are full of garbage?
I felt this way after my birthday party.
Do you ever feel this way?
What would you do if you were lost in the forrest?
Do not run.
Wait for the sun to shine
in the north,
south,
east
and west.
Then you will be free.
I did this before.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

JOE'S DREAM By José, age 11


Joe had a turkey drumstick for a hand and he always wanted to play the guitar but he couldn’t. One day he passed a hospital and saw a sign that said Operations. He went inside and asked for an appointment for surgery. The person at the desk said, “Sure. How about tomorrow?”
“Ok.” Joe went back home because it was getting dark. When Joe went to sleep he dreamt that he was at a rock concert. Aerosmith and Run DMC played “Walk This Way.” In the middle of the song he woke up and remembered his appointment.
When he got to the hospital he sat in the waiting room for an hour. He looked at the TV bolted to the wall. It was tuned to MTV. Angus Young was playing a guitar solo. The solo made Joe feel good and hopeful because he thought how soon he would rock too.


A nurse called Joe’s name and told him to come to the operation room. He took his guitar with him. The doctor came in with a mouse. A human arm grew out of the mouse’s back. The doctor put headphones on Joe’s head. The headphones were attached to an MP3 player. Joe searched through the songs and chose “Back in Black” by AC/DC. The doctor put a virtual reality helmet on Joe’s head, over the headphones. The helmet covered his eyes and he saw the “Back in Black” video. He could not here anything in the operating room because the music was so loud.

There was a problem. The human arm was still stuck to the mouse. The doctor said that it still had to grow. It was too small. There was another arm-mouse but Joe had to wait another day in the hospital. Joe went to sleep. He dreamt again that he was at a rock concert. Aerosmith was playing “Sweet Emotion,” but in the middle of the song Slash from Guns ‘n’ Roses ran on stage and played a guitar solo. When he finished, Joe Perry thought it was a guitar battle and he started to play a solo too.

Then the doctor woke Joe up. He told Joe the operation was in five hours. Joe thought, what the %@*$ is wrong with them. He daydreamed about rock. Suddenly the lights went off and bunch of doctors came inside the room. They gave Joe a pill. The doctor told him to calm down after he took the pill. Joe was really scared he started to feel tired. While he slept the doctors drew lines on his body. They traced the lines with a scalpel and cut the drumstick off. The blood was gooey. The doctor got a hand from a donor and replaced the drumstick hand with the human hand. Joe woke up. He got out of bed and picked up his guitar. He strummed a chord. His arm hurt.


About the Author

Hello my name is José. I am eleven years old. I live with my mom and dad, five cousins, four aunts, two uncles, my grandpa and grandma, and my two brothers. I like to play Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2, and I am good at dodge ball. Someday I want to be good at playing the electric guitar. I’m different from other kids because I can make different shapes with my tongue. I get confused about how the world started. What was here before? If I were a planet I would be Saturn because rocks are floating around it and I like rock. I wish I would get along better with my cousin. This is my first published book.