Eight Keys

Elise has two dead parents, a bully for a lockermate, and eight mysterious doors in the upper story of her aunt and uncle's (modern-tech, as of early 21st century, when the story is set) barn. Her aunt and uncle love her like they would the child(ren) they never had. Her classmate Amanda always drops her books on top of her lunch, but the teacher never cares, it's always "just an accident", day after day after day. One day, she discovers a mysterious key, and realizes that there is a mystery around her. She must unlock the past to ready for the future.

Poetry map

Great vegetables and tall plants in bloom                            Let all the troubles you have go,                  

At Logan, gardening is a true enjoyment.                            It calls: the call of a book.  
Red strawberries, yellow sunflowers, green stalks,             Bring on the fantasy, poetry,
Do it right, and these greet you.                                           Ready the nonfiction.
Even if it's not perfect, it's natural.                                       And if you have to research,
No artificial beauty can compete,                                         Readily tear through the books
In a cooking class, it will taste divine.                                 You are in the right spot.
Nourishing a plant makes you happier
Go and plant a garden!

Limerick Blog

There once was a poem called a limerick
Who talked pompoms and poodles and proteins that are trimeric
The poems might be full of floccinaucinihilipilifacations
But they have gone through acclimatizations
Even if they're written by a nudnik.

Free Verse Poem

                                                                           I am surrounded
                                                          By that which I love
                      The days I could spend, and look through
      All in this room, and never find the last
Of it.
But I could go, and go learn, learn all there is in here, and enjoy myself forever.
I could enjoy the books of stated fact, of answers true and bold, for all to know.
I could listen to encouragement, the real, true lives of those that faced a challenge.
And overcame it, or I could hear the news of discoveries and new scientific facts.
And maybe I could listen to the legends, of dragons and wardrobes and magic rings.
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Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Seven years ago, Harry Potter was just an orphaned kid getting bullied by his cousin. He didn't know he had magical powers, or even that his parents didn't die in a car crash. Now he is a powerful young wizard who is out to  get revenge on the corrupted Ministry of Magic, avenge his parents, and destroy the evil Lord Voldemort with the help of friends Ron and Hermione. He knows Voldemort's secret: he has split his soul and placed the parts in a collection of objects called Horcruxes. He knows it will probably kill him, but he has already reconciled with himself the fact that he will probably die. Ron and Hermione know that too, and are fighting with a hope they will see the sun rise in a peaceful sky.

Occasional Poetry Blog

They line up,
A duel to the death,
One will die, one will gain victory.
It happened all to often.
It will mean their lives if they lose,
Fame, glory, and wealth if they win.

A pair of kids on the playground,
Two people in a Starbucks,
Two grandmasters in a tournament.
The minds have come to play strategy.
A jumble of black and white squares,
Sixteen pieces on each side.

The knights grab the reigns,
The townsfolk their weapons,
The royalty their crowns.
They watch their friends captured and killed,
They look for an opportunity to survive.

The contest rages,
Sacrifices are made,
Moves and countermoves.
There is just logic.
One will have victory,
The other, a checkmate.

Ode Blog

Cute, innocent,
I brought joy wherever I went.
On four furry legs I ran,
I got laughs from woman, child, and man.
I had nothing to fear,
I was graceful as a deer.
I was happy every day
Life was no work and all play.
Everyone was my new friend,
I played and laughed without an end.


I am the color of wood, or, night, or snow.
I run with joy where I go.
I run past the tree, onto the grass,
I see another me running through the glass.
I sniff, but it I cannot smell.
I decide to run out past the well.
One of my human friends meets me there,
She runs her finger on my hair.
The feeling I get now I'm not in the stall,
Joy and happiness says it all.

Pretties

Tally Youngblood is finally pretty. She finally sees eye-to-eye with her Pretty friends. She is part of the popular group The Crims, composed of Pretties who were "tricky" as Uglies. But then she meets one of her friends from the New Smoke, Croy, and is smuggled a letter from herself several months ago, as well as some pills to cure "Pretty-headedness", a mental condition given to Pretties to make them shallow, empty-headed, and forgetful of their days as Uglies. But Tally knows Special Circumstances will kill if she truly works against them.

Haiku Blog

      Pencil in hand,
Or document opened up,
I will write today.

      The land is asleep.
All is a blanket of white.
Winter is here now.


      A butterfly lands.
The flowers, trees, and plants grow.
It is the green spring.


      Waves crash on the beach.
Planes buzz in the azure sky.
Summer comes to town.


      A crisp wind flies through.
The leaves turn red then brown.
Fall covers the land.

SOL #11

THE KAM TRAP

This is a trap SOL designed to catch all who bear the name Kam Plasek and are an assistant teacher at  the Logan School for Creative Learning. This was designed to attract her interest from the very start. The purpose of this trap was to tell her how much we will miss her and want her to stay. But we know that you will have an awesome life elsewhere and are happy for you to be getting a step closer to your dream. Goodbye and good luck.

PS. It's crazy the photos you find on the Web.

Tomboy

Liz is a complete tomboy. She feels that there is no one like her in the world. And there is not. She struggles with feminine stereotypes and whatever makes her so different from the boys. She is thought weird by many others as well as herself. Although calamities occur in her life, she learns to know herself better, and realises over time how to be herself.

Last March Sol day 31

Scuba Diving 

I went scuba diving. I have scubaed in a pool here in Denver before, but not in the ocean of the Bahamas. I went to a ship used in a set for a James Bond movie. There was a bunch of awesome coral growing off of the ship. It was a pretty realistic looking set. The water was pretty cold, but I was wearing a wetsuit. We were guided around by some certified professionals. It was really cool.  The image below is the set we explored and a kind of fish I saw.