Warm wet weather should bring on the first flowers of spring.
Will we be able to burn? Not this week.
On Tuesday we will be doing Mighty Acorns journal response, from drop off, until we drop off. We had a great time last week with 5 responders knocking out 2 classrooms.
On Thursday and Friday at 1:15, 8th grade will return to the garden for many maintenance tasks. Supervision is Super. Join us.
On our 7th grade Winter Lake trip we always produce a "collective poem", an amalgam of all the students' phrases describing the Lake, the Sky, the City, the Shore, on that particular day. Here is the result for Room 202:
Montrose Point ~ Winter 2016
The ice breathes with the waves
It breathes like a man laying down in bed
A dead body
A horrible future
Like a war went on
Ice scattered like puzzle pieces, unsolved
Spiked like a Mohawk
White like a ghost
Moving like a breath
Slabs of ice break and glide away
A giant threw a blue tarp over the world
Blue like Julio’s shoes
A light blue dream
Spotless as a waxed floor
Painful scratches on the sky’s face
The sun, a huge signal flare
Marshmallow clouds in the distance
Still, like life.
Rigid like ice
Still as a person in a coma
Metal shapes emerging from the frozen earth
A rigid grey roller coaster
The blade of a saw
Fingers reaching from the ground
Dominos ready to fall
A darkened cloud upon a beautiful body of water
Bare trees stand in front of buildings like tumbleweed through an abandoned town. A million dollars
The city is for people with money
Deserted as the Moon
Shards of shiny knives
The ice popped like popcorn
The ground like bad acne
Fragile as an expensive vase
A frozen waterfall
Slick like fur