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APR 6 1995 

Cover: THE REWARDS OF READING by Norma Mt\t, parent ofK-1 Garfield student Christine Mele. 

The power of the printed word... is it worth the risic? 

More than 600 people who submitted entries to our first Anthology think it is! The common bond of the newly created 
"Community of Writers" in District A transcends age, gender, racial, and Unguistic lines. That is what has made the develop- 
ment of this anthology so exciting. In this publication, we celebrate the richness and talent found in our diversity. 

Our "Community of Writers" represents and reflects our diversity. You will read of hopes, dreams and wishes as well 
as heroic acts . You will visit the world of magic and return to explore the meaning of education . You will reflect on the 
loss of a loved one. In every case, the voice of the writer and the vision of the artist shines through whether the entrant was 
a K-1 student or a senior, a teacher or a parent. This sharing is the essence of the District A "Community of Writers." 

We congratulate and thank every person who submitted an entry. We hope the next anthology will elicit even more 
members of our educational conmiimity to share their gifts and creations through the written word. 

Diana Lam 

Commimity Superintendent 

Michelle Abshire 
Ernesto Adiv 
Raphael Adomo 
Nilsa Alicea 
Roy Andrews 
Mayra AntiUon 
Sarah Arcanti 
Natasha Ashley 
Rafael Baez 
Morris Bates 
Latasha Bellard 
Fiona Boadih 
Athina Booker 
David Brewington 
Omar Cabrera 
Solima Calderon 
Silloris Caminero 
Yaiven Caminero 
Trevis Catron 
Warren Chase 
Linda Chayrattanvong 
George Clark 
Stephanie Clark 
Lucretia Clarke 
Bianca Claudia 
Evelyn L. dayman 
Ruth Connaughton 
Sara Cordova 
Carol Comwell 
Ana DeJesus 
Jose Delvalle 


Damian Diggs 

Hei Wah Do 


Salim Ellieen 

Maria Fabian 

Cheanisa Few 

Griselda Fuentes 

Tim Groves 

Danielle Harrell 

Gabriel Hernandez 

Lawanda Hodges 

Aida Jiminez 

Meg Kelleher 

Quinn Kelly 

Thomas W. Killilea 

Josefina Lascano 

Tanisha Nicole Little 

Jessica Lopez 

Ernesto Maldenado 

Barbara Marder 

Norma Mele 

Jose Mendez 

Edgar Morales 

Victoria Morgan 

Sandra Mostajo 

Juan Natale 

Them Nguyen 

Thu Nguyen 

Michael O'Hara 

Michael and Nancy O'Hara 

Frances Ortiz 

Suwanna Pankam 
David Pereira 
Mary Pat Powers 
Sha-Leah Rabouin 
Deborah J. Rashaad 
Vanessa Ramirez 
Tasha Raye 
Ricardo Rivera 
Xiomara Rivera 
Carlos Rodriguez 
Jose Rodriguez 
Sigrit Rodriguez 
Maxina P. Rosa 
Jose Rosado 
Joanne Collins Russell 
Jason Sadberry 
Suhjak Schein 
Taina Serrano 
Brook Smith 
Carlos Soroa 
Marsha Springett 
Mimi Thai 
Melanie Torres 
Samael Vasguez 
Felicidade Vieiria 
Flavia Vieiria 
Jesus Villafahe 
Elizabeth Vinals 
Christopher Walker 
Keicia Williams 
Jeffrey and Robby at ELC 

Editing typesetting and lay-out design by Meg Campbell 


These stories were written by 
children at the Early Learning 
Center They "invented spelling" 
as they wrote their stories. 

Story by Jeffrey 

Yesterday at Daniel's house 
we invaited a girl named Emily. 
She came over to Daniel's house. 
And we did flips. 

Story by Robby 

A Keyboard. 

He played the pano while the 
song was on. 


By Joanne Collins Russell 

The world in which we live abounds with print. Few 
children can escape the abundance of words that surround 
them. Children see traffic signs, food labels, captions on 
television commercials and billboards. They view people 
filling out forms making lists, and jotting down phone num- 
bers, as well as reading newspapers, magazines and books. 
Children in today's world are immersed in print. 

The world in which children live abounds with the sound 
of language. From birth and continuiug thereafter, young 
children hear a wide variety of sounds. Children regularly 
observe people using the spoken word. 

Making sense of language m its printed and spoken form 
is an incredible task which confronts all. Children must 
learn how to make connections... connections between writ- 
ten scribbles and spoken words, connections between 
speech and print, connections between words and reality 
and lastly, connections between the mind of the reader and 
the mind of the writer. Helping children make the proper 
connection is the responsibiUty of effective parents and 


Joanne Collins Russell is the Director of the Mary Lyon 
Early Childhood Learning Center in District A. 

Barbara Marder is the Art Teacher at the Gardner School. 

How to Make Friends 

By Michael Andrew O'Hara 
Photographs by Nancy and Michael O'Hara 


[x\y Y-v\<^v 

K you want some friends, go and And 
some children and ask them to be your 

K they say no, do the same thing over 
again to another child. 

I met Scott and Tim at the Garfield 
School and I loved them. 

Scott told me about the "Y" and the next 
day that Scott went to the "Y" I went with 

Friends can be any age. My #1 friend is 
Mame. She is 72 years old. I am five. 

I like to go to nerf ball soccer with my 
friends. I like to go skating with Tim. 

I like skating over the orange cones with 

I like meeting with my friends at the 
library. This is Miss Pease. She is the boss 
of the library's children room. 

Richard and Jane are my cousins and 
my friends. 

My Gram and my aunt Sue are my 
friends also. 

I first met my friend Sheila at gymnas- 

Mrs. Horan is our friend and our 

I love all my friends. 

Michael O'Hara is a K-2 student at the Garfield School. 
Photographs were taken by his parents , Michael and Nancy 
O'Hara, to accompany his handwritten story. 

La Historia del Ballet del Cascanuez 

For Sara Cordova, David Pereira, Xiomara Rivera, Vanessa Ramirez, (iHselda Fuentes, (>abriel Hernandez, Mayra 
Antillon, Samael Vasquez, Jesus Villafahe, Juan Natale, Ricardo Rivera, Ernesto Maldenado, Yaiven Caminero, Ana 
Dejesus, Rafael Baez, Jessica Lopez, Niisa Alicea, Carlos Rodriguez, Silloris Caminero, Edgar Morales, Sigrit 
Rodriguez y Supervisados por Maxina P. Rosa y Josefina Lascano 

En la nochebuena los niiTbs espcraban la llcgada del tio Drossclmier. 
Siempre el traia regalos bonitos. Tio Drosselmeir trajo para Clara un cas- 
canuez muy bonito. 

Fritz (su hermano) se puso celoso y se lo quito y lo quebro. Clara se 
puso muy triste. El tio lo regan'o a Fritz. Le puso un panuelo alrededor de 
la quijada del cascanuez. Todos se fueron a dormir. 

Cl2u-a se levanto a ver su cascanuez. De pronto, crecio el arbol de 
navidad. De pronto, entraron los ratones. 

Felearon el rey de los ratones y el cascanuez. Clara tiro un zapato al 
rat6n y salvo al cascanuez. 

Despu'es el cascanuez se convertio a un principe. Y el la llevo a "la tier- 
ra de nieve." Conocieron la "reina de nieve." 

Despues ellos viajaron a "la tierra de dulces." Aqui, conocieron "la hada 
de Ciruela." 

Los chocolates, los angeles, las flores, las estrellas, los dulces y la hada 
de Ciruela bailaron. Clara y el principe se montaron en el trineo. Se fueron 
y vivieron feUces para siempre. 

Publicado por el primero grado bilingue de la Escuela Winship. 


por Jose Rodriquez, Escuela Gardner 

Yo hice un muneco de nieve y mis amigos tambien y 
cuando yo termine de hacer el muiTeco de nieve yo fui a mi 
casa a buscar el trineo para ir al parque con mis amigos 
para tirarnos por la cuesta y yo fui para mi casa para 
baKarme y cuando yo mire por la ventana yo vi un pajarito. 
Despues yo fui a buscar a Pedro para tirar bolas de nieve. 

La Estrella de Oro 

por Taina Serrano, grado 2, Escuela Tobin 

Mi familia se fue para hacer compras. Yo me quede en 
la casa solo. Me asome por la ventana. Veo una estrella 
de oro. Vino a mi ventana. Yo abro la ventana. Vino hasta 
mimano. Yo le pregunte^"De donde vienes?" La estrel- 
la me hablo y me dijo, "De alia arriba". Mi familia Uego. Y 
le dije a la esrella que se fuera y le dije que viniera otro dia. 
Se fue, y se veia muy bonita cuando regreso para el cielo. 
Mi familia entro a la casa. Nos sentamos a comer polio y 
arroz. Yo estaba feliz. Yo no le dije nada a mi familia,la 
estrella de oro es mi secreto. 

Deporte, interesante, 
Jugando, cogiendo, bateando 
Me gusta jugarlo mucho 
Por Omar Cabrera, grado 5, Escuela Kennedy 

La Rosa Amarllla 

por Meybel Vasquez, grado 4, Escuela Winship 

(Para todos los ninos que hacen libros. Yo los quisiera ver 
hacer mas libros. Con much carino, Meybel Vasquez). 

Habia una vez una nina que le gustaba'n las rosas. Pero 
la que a ella le gustaba mas era la rosa amarilla que estaba 
en eljardm. 

Un dia las rosas amarillas se estaba'n acabando. La unica 
rosa que quedaba era de Manuelita. Cuando fue al bosque 
vio a los hombre matando las rosas. 

La nina se puso a llorar. Pobre Manuelita se quedo muy 
triste porque mataron a las rosas. Y despues Manuelita fue 
a buscar a su padre que era un presidente y le dijo- "Yo no 
quiero que maten a las flores." 

Manuelita por fin encontro su felicidad y la de las rosas. 

The Talking Dog 

by Jose Rosado 

On a cold day in March I went to the store. I saw a 
beautiful doggy. He was freezing out there. It was very 
cold outside. I felt so bad that I took him home. I asked 
Mom if we could keep it. At first she said, "NO" but then 
she said, "Yes." I was so happy. 

I started to think about a name for my new pet. I called 
him Oscar but something or someone said,"I like better 
the name Popeye." 

I asked, "Who said that?" 
He said, "Me, down here." 

I could not beheve my ears. I went out of the room as 
quickly as I could. The dog was after me. I started 
screaming and calling Mom 

She asked, "What happened?" 

I was so scared I could not talk. When I felt better I 
told my Mom. She could not believe me. Then I told the 
dog to talk but he just said "HOW HOW HOW." He made 
me look like a liar. I felt so mad I wanted to kill him, but 
I didn't. I took him to my room and I asked him, "Why 
didn't you say anything?" 

He told me that he wanted to keep it our secret. I said, 
"Ok, it will be our secret." 

Now every night the dog tells me a story. 

Jose Rosado attends the Ciirley Middle School. 

The Magic Elf 

by Jose Delvalle 

I was walking in the woods. I saw a little elf. He spoke 
in a Uttle voice, "I am a magic elf." He had a little bell on his 
shoes. He had black hair and yellow eyes. The elf said, 
"What is your wish?" I said I wish I had straight A's. The 
elf said ok. When I went to school my papers had all stars. 

The Magic Elf 

by Tasha Raye 

I saw a magic elf in the forest. He does magic. He blinks 
out and in. He looks like a green fairy. He has a green hat 
on. He has yellow buckles on his shoes. The elf is scary but 
I like him. When he bUnks out he goes behind me and scares 
me and I jump ten feet. 

Jose Delvalle and Tasha Raye are second grade students 
at the Higginson Elementary School. 

The Winged Diggs 

Illustrated and written by Damian Diggs 

The Winged Diggs is part lion, part tiger, and part bird. 
Sometimes it flies around the woods. It lays eggs in a nest 
of gold. There's a volcano in the woods by the tree where 
they live. Every time it flies over the volcano, the volcano 
goes off. Orange rocks fall down. If somebody touches the 
volcano, the Winged Diggs will attack. 

Damian Diggs is a first grader at the Winship School. 

Drawing by Salim Ellieen, a fifth grade student at the Baldwin School. 

The Shining Color 

By Sarah Arcanti 

Black is so beautiful. 

It says love is in the air. 

It is sweet like chocolate milk. 

My best friend is black 

Yes, mv friend, black is very beautiful. 

Many beautiful things are olack. 

Like the middle of a flower 

Or the middle of your eye. 

Sarah Arcanti is a third grade student 
at the Manning School. 


By Christopher Walker 

Mv father is a mechanic. He is the best 
mechanic of all mechanics. He likes to fix 
trucks and cars and my bike too. 

On Sunday mornings, people call my 
house. They ask for the best mechanic of 
all. Someday I'll be a mechanic too. 

When I am a mechanic, I'll be nineteen 
years old. When I get the job and when I 
come from school, I'll see my dad and my 
dad will see me too. 

Christopher Walker is a third grader at the Manning School. 

My Sister 

by Solima Calderon 

I'm going to talk about my sister Shaileen. She is a 
handicapped girl. She is eleven years old. She goes to 
the Carter School for Handicapped Kids because she 
needs special help. She can't walk and she needs help 
doing things. She only talks a few words. In that school 
she receives physical and educational therapy. My sister 
is a very smart and lovely girl. I love her very much and 
I try to help her in her need. 

Solima Calderon attends third grade at the Tobin. 

My Grandmother 

by Latasha Bellard 

I like my grandmother the best. If I have a problem 
she helps me out of it. She keeps me company. I can tell 
her a big secret. And she nevers tells people my big 

Latasha Bellard is a Tobin second grader 

Grandma's House 

by Morris Bates 

It all started when I turned five years old. My 
mother wanted to take me over to visit my Grandma. 
We were supposed to go to the park. I wasn't sup- 
posed to have known anything about this so I 
pretended to be surprised. As I walked in my 
Grandma greeted me at the door with a big bag of 
peanut butter cookies - my favorite. I thought to 
myself, "This is gonna be a great day, cookies and 
milk, what next?" 

I sat myself down while I watched her pour me a 
big glass of ice cold dairy milk. She lived in the 
country where the water runs in small streams down 
the hills. So it was fun at Grandma's house. She had 
no television set, but she had a lot of books. I gob- 
bled down ten more cookies and went into the living 
room to see what was going on. To my surprise there 
was a brand new red bicycle in the middle of the 
floor. Grandma grabbed my hand and lifted me onto 
the bike. All I could think to myself was they must 
really love me. I felt weird because I never really un- 
derstood love until this day. From that day on I knew 
anyone who has a Grandma is a very lucky kid. 

Morris Bates is a Senior at Brighton High School. 

Essay on My Little 

by Elizabeth Vinals 

My little sister sometimes messes up my puzzles. 
When I'm doing my homework she makes noises so I 
can't do it. When I'm watching tv she turns it off. When 
I'm playing dolls she starts singing. She doesn't let me 
do anything and she always gets me into trouble. But I 
love her. 

Elizabeth Vinals is a third grader at the Garfield. 


by Frances Ortiz 

My name is Frances Ortiz. I like to draw pictures. My 
favorite animals are birds, and I like to draw them. I also 
like to eat rice and meat. I like to go to school and I like all 
the lessons my teachers give. One of my teachers gives a lot 
of special things. 

When I was a little girl I came to Boston. I was born on 
October 24, 1979 in Puerto Rico. I came to Boston when I 
was one year old. I like to stay at my uncle's house in Bos- 
ton. I like to stay there because my aunt and my uncle are 
good to me, just like my mother. 

When I grow up, I'll maybe be a police officer or maybe 
something else because I still don't know what I'm going to 

Frances Ortiz is a bilingual third grade student at the Ellis 

My Sister 

by Victoria Morgan 

My sister's name is Adrien. She is one year old. Some- 
times I bring her to the store across the street. She wants 
me to carry her. I have one brother. His name is Dwayne. 
He is ten. Sometime I get money from my aunt. She gives 
me fifty cents. I buy ice cream. And I get a quarter and a 
dime back. I take my sister to the park on the way. I put her 
on a swing on my lap. She cries and wants to get down. She 
scratches me sometimes. I am going to take her out today. 
If she sleeps I will go to the park by myself. 

Victoria Morgan attends the Longfellow Elementary 

Suwanna Pankam 

by Suwanna Pankam, Taft Middle School, Grade 6 

Suwanna Pankam was born on July 29, 1976 in Bangkok, 
Thailand. When she was a little girl, she stole her 
grandmother's candy at the store in the front of the house. 
Suwaima was sorry after this because she knew she did 
something wrong. 

One day Suwanna saw a man come to her house. The 
man tried to take her grandmother's necklaces and rings. 
When she didn't give them to him he tried to kill her 
grandmother. Suwanna thinks she will remember this for 
the rest of her life. 

When Suwarma was three years old her father left to go 
to America. When she was four years old she and her 
mother and sister left to go to America. Her father wanted 
his children to get a good education. 

When Suwanna was in school she cried. She did not 
know anyone in the class. She was also scared of the 

She is in the sixth grade right now and she isn't afraid of 
school anymore. She has been on the honor roll five times 
and she hopes to make the honor roll again next term. She 
is happy at the Taft Middle School. 

Suwanna Pankam is a sixth grade student at the Taft Mid- 
dle School. 

David, A Story About 

by David Goyco, Harriet Baldwin School 

Hi there! 

My name is David Goyco. I am seven years old. I 
have brown eyes. My mom says that they look like 
chocolate chips. 

I am tall and thin. When I grow up I want to be a 
Basketball Player. My favorite player is Larry Bird. I 
also like my teacher Ms. Sassaman because she makes 
me feel special. 

David Goyco is a student at the Harriet Baldwin 
Elementary School. 

My Family 

by Lawanda Hodges 

My family is healthy. I love my family. When I need help 
on my homework my sister and brother are always there. 
When I study my numbers, my sister calls them out to me 
and I say the answer. Sometimes I get them right or wrong. 
My family needs food. My family needs friendship to one 
another to spend time together. When it is cold my mother 
puts warm clothes on me. She takes care of me. My mother 
is loving. 


by Sha-Leah Rabouin 

I know that spring is here when it gets a little warmer. I 
hope we get out of school on the first day of May. Sometimes 
I ask my mother if I can change my birthday. Why, just why 
does it have to be on November 8? I do like my birthday, but 
I wish my birthday was in May. I just wish it was in May. I 
love spring. The birds are singing in the morning. The 
flowers are budding. Springtime. What pleasant weather! 
Spring is beautiful! One, two, three... it's spring! 

Lawanda Hodges attends the Tobin School. 

Sha-Leah Rabouin is a third grade student at the Ellis Men- 
dell School. 

Kia for Mayor 

by Cheanisa Few 

Hello, ladies and gentleman, boys and girls. My name is 
Cheanisa but they all call me Kia. Kia is not a nickname. 
My middle name is Kia. 

I am running for mayor. I know you may think it is kind 
of silly, but that is what I want to do. 

Now if you elect me yoiu- mayor I will put up more build- 
ings for those who need them and I will finance as many shel- 
ters as needed to house the homeless. I will have all 
neighborhoods cleaned three times a week. There will be 
more playgrounds for the httle ones and some for the older 
teens and adult who like to play ball. 

When I am elected mayor there will be an immediate stop 
in the drug business on the streets of our neighborhoods. I 
will try to put more policepersons on the force and there will 
be no more of that hanging on the corners the way today's 
hoodlums loiter and cause trouble each and every day. 

There will also be more time put into the school day. I 
hope to make the school day longer. I will try to change the 
schools' attendance laws so that students wdll go to school 
six days a week. Another thing I will do is to have more high 
schools built. The people of our great city would prefer to 
have a high school in every neighborhood so that the resi- 
dents of the neighborhoods can take night courses close to 
their homes. I will estabUsh many more churches. I will 
replace every existing tavern with a church. There will be 
more educational programs on television. I will give the city 
at least two more amusement parks and another zoo. I will 
open more animal shelters. 

Please select me your new mayor. Once I am mayor if 
you ever have a problem don't hesitate to call and ask for 
me. I will be glad to help you. 

Remember, vote for Kia. 

Cheanisa Few is a student at the Mary Curley Middle 

Letter to a Teacher 

89 Fanueil Street 
Brighton, MA 02135 
March 30, 1988 

Dear Mr. Killilea, 

I was born in Viet Nam. I came to the United States of 
America when I was almost seven years old, and it was al- 
most 1981. My country is very different from the United 
States of America. It doesn't have snow, but it does rain a 
lot in Spring. I liked the hoUdays in Viet Nam. They were 
fun because a lot of people played outside in the street. It 
was crowded, especially when there was a new year. 

My religion is Buddhist. A lot of Vietnamese are Bud- 
dhist. Just a few people are Christian or Jewish. On spe- 
cial holidays we prayed in the place where the monks Uved. 
Some other times we prayed at home. 

Only rich parents have lots of money. They cjm let their 
kids go to school. People who are poor caimot go to school. 
They don't have enough money to pay for school. 

Only the rich live in a city. Some houses are made of 
bricks. I Uved in the country. I lived near a beach. The 
beach was beautiful. I didn't go to school because my 

parents were poor. Sometimes I liked to go to the city to 
buy fruit, or pick coconut at my grandpa's house. I liked my 
country very much. It has good climate, but I don't like it 
when it gets dark at night. It looks so scary. Many people 
enjoyed Viet Nam because it was a peaceful land, and it was 
a happy country. 

When the war started, bombs hit near my house. My 
grandparents took us down to the beach, because if the 
bomb hit the water it just splashed up. That night many 
Vietnamese went to another island. It was fun when many 
people joined together. Then the bombs came again. This 
time my family went to a far island. When peace came, we 
returned to our country. 

Now I'm in 7th grade. I like you. You are very funny. 
You are kind, generous, and very smart. I heard your name 
when I was in 5th grade from my aunt Quyet. Some of my 
good friends are Yim, Hei Wah, Natasha, and even Sang. 
Anyway, Sang is not here any more but she still was a very 
nice friend of mine. I like your class. I thank you for what 
you did for me. 


Thu Nguyen is in the sixth grade at the Taft School. 

DRAWING by Jason Sadberry, 

a Higginson fifth grader. 


You look like beautiful flowers 
You eat little fish when they pass by 
You have such wonderful colors 
I want to know why. 

Maria Fabian 

Mana Fabian is in the third grade at the Kennedy School. 


Sprmg flowers are different 
As you and I. 
We all play together. 
We're the same inside! 

Natasha Ashley 

Natasha Ashley is a fourth grader at the Parkman School. 


Pine cone, pine cone, you are something 

Hard and something pointy as a spaceship 

You feel sharp 

You feel heavy as a coconut 

You look like a plant from the sea 

Pine cone, you have nails sticking out 

Pine cone, you're weird. 

Jose Mendez 

Jose Mendez is a fifth grader at the Kennedy School. 


You have five points and look like a star. 
But you never travel too far. 
If you lose one of your joints. 
You can just grow another point. 

Keicia Williams 

Keicia Williams is a third grader at the Kennedy School. 


(A Name Poem) 

Harriet Tubman was born a slave 

And when she was old enough 

She planned to follow the North Star. 

Remembering her father. 

Who taught her which berries she could eat, 

Ruiming through the thick woods at night. 

And hiding in the day. 

In people called Abolitionists' houses she made her 

Escape through the Underground Railroad. 

Though she gained her freedom 

She returned to rescue others. 

Trevis Catron 

Trevis Catron is a student at the Lewis Middle School. 


My heart is bigger 
than the moon... 
Anyone can fit in there 
I love all my family 
and all my friends 

It is so good to have 
real friends and 
a family to count on when we are sad... 

Ifyou don't have 

a family or a friend 

I know you are not happy. 

Flavia Vieira 

Flavia Vieira is a third grader at the Gardner School. 



Why does the moon hide? 

Is it sad? Is it crying? 

Why does the moon hide? 

Is it lonely? Is it tired? 

Why does the moon hide? 

Is it happy? Is it bored? 

Why does the moon hide? 

I don't know why. 

I guess it doesn't like me anymore. 

Tanisha Nicole Little 

Tanisha Nicole Little is currently in the fifth grade 
at the Higginson School. 

I've dwelled for so long 

Waiting in the corners of life 

Looking at the wrong things that could happen 

Searching for the truth... 

In my wanderings I only saw 
The unfairness of the system 
The conformity of the people 
The heights of the podium jmd 
The depths of my misunderstanding 

I also saw the big smiles of the small children 

And began wondering... 

I found them in myself 

Like two mirrors placed face-to-face 

But time has faded the image 

As dust on the glass 

In this Alice in Wonderland 

We wear no masks 

And see through the hypocrisy that co-exists 

Around the borders of the looking glass 

We are aUve... 
We have survived... 
We strive... 
And inspired to drive 
Our crazy world 
Into sanity. 

Felicidade Vieira 

Felicidade Vieira is the mother of Flavia Vieira. 


If I were the last leaf on the tree 

I would be lonely. 

I would be cold 

and miss my Mom and Dad. 

I would be scared. 

It will be snowing soon. 

Everybody would look 

but nobody picked me off the tree. 

Roy Andrews 

Roy Andrews is a Farragut second grader. 


There once was a boy named John, 

Who loved to play with the baton, 

It flew through the air. 

As he looked in despair, 

Poor John started to cry on the lawn 

Suhjak Schein 

Suhjak Schein is a Curley Middle School student. 



Voices of springtime 

Brooks flowing, rivers swelling, 

Narcissus and love. 

Spring, and you are young 
Songsparrows and redwings back 
A south wind, and love. 

Ruth Connaughton 

Ruth Connaughton is the Special Education 
Department Head at Brighton High School. 


Wide-eyed wonder girl 
with pigtail curls. 
Go on, get to school, and 
follow those golden rules. 

Falling in hedges, in hand-me-down dresses. 
My daddy own a home, 
What your daddy own? 

My daddy, your daddy, 
drink soda pop? 

A be bop a do bop 
finger pop, let's play hop scotch. 
Step on a crack and you'll 
break your mammy's back. 

Honey suckle trees and 

bumble bees. 

Can I have some ice cream please? 

Deborah J. Rashaad 

The first time I studied a tree 
Its dappled shadows beckoned me; 
Its craggy bark roughened my palms; 
My eyes traced pathways up its arms. 

I never tried to climb that tree, 

But watched its tenants curiously - 

Nests of birds and tiny ants, 

And playful squirrels that raced and damced. 

A perfect tree is my delight. 
No broken branch or unsightly blight. 
A leafy crown or snowy branch 
Retains the power to entrance. 

Mary Pat Powers 

Mary Pat Powers teaches at the James A. Garfield 
Elementary School. 


Tiptoe out on a fence near. 

City lights do glare. 

Over the fence, escape, escape. 

Be back in the morning. 

Crawl and pounce on an ounce. 

A tiny mouse do play. 

Finish the game, 

For here comes the sun. 

Go to your city home, 

A city, a gray cat, 

Living in the city. 

Michelle Abshire 

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Michelle Abshire is a senior at Brighton High School. 

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MY TRUE STORY by Man Hy, a fifth grade student at the Hamilton Elementary School, tells of Man's escape from Cam- 
bodia in 1979. Man was six years old. "Every day my father would wake up early in the morning and he would not come back 
until late in the evening. All that time gone and he would only be able to bring back a little bowl of food for six people. I felt 
bad for him because he would try so hard for us. " 

Man and her family escaped to Thailand where she lived in a refugee camp for five years until 1984. She came to the United 
States in 1984. 

My Granddad 

by Brook Smith 

The person I admire most started in show business at 
the early age of nine with his two older brothers. Their 
careers started out on the street corners of Roanoke, Vir- 
ginia. One day a gentleman from a radio station, WDBS, 
saw their act and offered the three of them a job on the sta- 
tion broadcasting two nights a week. They were so popular 
that listeners would call in and make requests for songs they 
would like to hear. Their popularity grew as they began 
broadcasting five nights a week. 

One evening a listener called in and suggested that they 
go on a program called "Major Bowe's Amateur Hour." 
Major Howe was a reknowned broadcaster and producer 
in New York. They were so determined to get to New York 
that they played the streets until they could scrape up the 
money for the trip. Their older brother met them at the 
airport and accompanied then to Major Bowe's Amateur 
Hour where they won first prize, $400.00. Most of what 
they earned from that point was always mailed back home 
to their parents to help in raising nine brothers and sisters. 
The brothers became so famous that Major Bowe dubbed 
them, "The Three Virginia Hams." 

From there, their careers skyrocketed. They appeared 
in newspaper articles throughout the country. They as- 
sociated with people such as Mickey Rooney and Judy Gar- 
land. They played in Philadelphia, Boston, Los Angeles 
and all across the country. As all good things must come 
to an end, so did their career with Major Bowe in 1935. The 

three brothers went on to the Apollo Theater in New York 
City for an audition and won first prize. They then went on 
to a famous club in Harlem called The Cotton Club. In 
those days, being black was not fashionable. But because of 
their talents and magnetic personalities they were able to 
overcome many restrictions on people of color. Despite 
segregation, the public loved their music and they in return 
loved them and their country and later served their country. 

Yes, Uncle Sam had separated the three brothers to 
serve the country. Upon returning, the brothers parted and 
went their separate ways returning to their respective 
families. The yoimger brothers continued entertaining in 
small clubs. WiUiams love for the theatrical life never 
ended, it just took a back seat. Home and family became 
his priority. He no longer performed. 

This man who has made so many lives much brighter be- 
cause of his sparkling personality has stood by my mother's 
side since the day I was born. He has given her the love and 
support that only a father can. When I need him, he is al- 
ways there, for every scrape on the knee and pat on the back. 
When I received an award on law day and my father could 
not be there, I thought it would be just me and my mother, 
but then I looked up and there was the person I admire most. 
He is my father's father. He has been in every sense of the 
word a grandfather, my Granddad. 

Brook Smith attends Brighton High School. 

"I Am A Comic Heroine" 

By Mimi Thai 

If I could be a comic character, I would like to be called 
Lynx. A lynx is a wild cat. I would like to have this name 
because my Chinese zodiac sign is a cat which some people 
would like to be instead of a hare. When I transform to a 
Lynx, I can run extremely fast as a jaguar, and I can fly also. 

I have special powers. I say a magic word and I will dis- 
appear if I am in danger. I'm very good in gymnastics, judo, 
zmd ancient Chinese kungfu which gives me a great help in 
fightmg. I also fight well with a whip, sword, knife, and bow 
and arrow. 

I wear a light blue and white uniform. It goes from my 
neck to my ankles and it's very tight, just like another skin. 
A long, bright blue velvet cape hangs over my shoulders to 
my calves. A fancy light blue and white mask covers my big 
bright black eyes. I wear sky blue leather shin high boots. 

Nobody would know who I am or where I came from. 
No one knows my real name or has seen my face before. 
Wherever or whenever there is trouble, Lynx will be there. 
I forgot one of the important things I didn't tell yet. It is 
that I'm on the good side. 

Mimi Thai is an Edison Middle School student. 

The Importance of Education to Minorities 

By Lucretia Clarke 

Being a minority person, I am fully aware that a good 
education is important to all minorities who plan to com- 
pete successfully for jobs in the 1990's. 

I can see a trend developing within this country and in 
other parts of the world. That trend shows that industry is 
becoming dominated by high-tech jobs. Thesejobs are seen 
in many fields from the simple use of the computer to 

In order to be able to maintain positions in these high- 
tech industries, we as minorities must become educated. 
The skilled positions that are available require not only a 
Bachelor's degree, but in many cases an Advanced degree. 

Statistics show that 28.7% of the white majority receives 
a post- secondary education, whereas only 19.6% of 
minorities receive that same level of education. Where does 
this leave us? What jobs will we be able to hold without an 
education? I believe that we will be left behind with the un- 
employment rate among minorities rising because menial 
jobs for unskilled workers will be replaced with computers 
or robots. In the clerical field, there are jobs which require 
specific skills; these jobs will be eliminated or replaced by 
new ones related to the design, production and maintenance 
of robots. We must be aware of these and other technologi- 
cal advances before changes occur if we are to be prepared 

to meet new challenges. 

If we have no education, we will not be able to compete 
successfully in the job world because we will have absolute- 
ly nothing to compete with. What will we be able to show 
to say, "I am qualified for this job as an engineer or doctor?" 
Nothing! Therefore, what should we do? William Bennett, 
Secretary of Education, has stated his beUef for a a good 
"classic curriculum." We, as minorities, should think 
seriously about this if we are to compete on a college or 
university level. 

We, as minorities, must think highly of ourselves. We 
must resolve that we will make a future for ourselves and the 
next generation. We must not be afraid to earn real status 
in this society, and we certainly cannot do that without get- 
ting an education. 

In this day and age, as we enter the twenty-first centurty, 
the uneducated will be left behind. They will not participate 
in the decision-making process. 

My message to all minorities is to be proud of who you 
are, and even prouder of who you could be. You must 
devote the next years of your life to attaining a good educa- 
tion: an education which will live with you forever and cause 
you as an individual, and you as a group, to elevate. 

Lucretia Clarke is a senior at Brighton High School. 

Nuclear Power Plants: Worth the Risk? 

by Sandra Mostajo 

Nuclear Power Plants are an alternative source of ener- 
gy, but are they really worth all the risks? 

There are many unresolved problems with the building 
of nuclear power plants, such as: where will the nuclear 
waste be disposed of, how will it affect the environment, 
and do they have a safe evacuation plan in case of an emer- 

If a nucleiir accident occured, it is almost impossible to 
estimate how much damage it could cause. Not only would 
it have disastrous consequences at the time of its occur- 
rence, but there would also be many long-term effects we 
would not know about for years. 

Radiation is one major risk that comes along with the 
building of nuclear power plants. It can have severe en- 
vironmental effects on civilization. Wildlife and vegetation 

could die. It could also cause skin cancer and other fatal 

A nuclear spUl is another risk that nuclear power plants 
bring. If one were to occur, our drinking water could be- 
come contaminated. That would mean that marine life 
would be destroyed and we would have nothing safe to 
dring without becoming infected with unwanted ailments. 

The bottom line is that the risks of nuclear power are far 
too great to be taking. Whole cities and towns could be 
destroyed. If nuclear war were ever to happen, it could 
mean the end of civilization as we know it. Why not try to 
uncover more information about other forms of alternative 
energy such as hydo-electric power or solar energy instead 
of nuclear power which can cause so much damage and not 
so much good. 

Sandra Mostajo attends Brighton High School. 

If I Could Talk to the Next President of the United 

by Carlos Soroa 

I would talk about the problem of drugs. Drugs are 
starting to rule the world. In my own neighborhood, people 
sell drugs right in front of everybody, even children and old 
people. It's a disgrace. 

I am afraid for my Uttle brother to be outside after eight 
o'clock. The cops are doing their job but there just aren't 
enough of them to combat this problem. Drugs are 
everywhere and used by many. Some of the famous people 
who took drugs are Len Bias, Jim Belushi and Elvis Pres- 
ley. These were all famous people. Look where they are 
now. Others looked up to them. They set a poor example 
and still people have not learned the lessons of their deaths. 

People on drugs sometimes end up homeless or in jail. 
Others can contract or transmit the tragic disease of AIDS 
and die from it. People on drugs are people who aren't 
educated on moral issues. All they have is the dirty money 
from cheap deals, money that is made off victims. 

There are many solutions for the drug problem. You 
can have the Navy search every boat that comes in. Send 
more police officers into the streets to protect the citizens 
from drug dealers. Educate everyone about drugs. The 
government could open more treatment centers. 

Thank God I have parents who care about me and for 
me. I don't take drugs. I have a good education and I know 
right from wrong. I will be someone important when I grow 

Carlos Soroa attends Brighton High School. 

By Kristen Casey 

If I could talk to the next president of the United States, 
I would discuss Nuclear War and the presence of bombs. I 
don't think that we should have nuclear arms in this world. 
Doesn't everyone see how much trouble they have already 
caused us and how much anguish they bring us just being 

With all the troubles and problems we have in the United 
States, I think that nuclear arms are at the top of the list. By 
eliminating the bombs, we can stop some of our other 
problems. Just think! If there were no bombs it would cut 
down on the possibility of war. 

The Defense Department would not need all the money 
it is getting now, so more money could be spent trying to 
solve other problems: homelessness, drug abuse, cleaning 
up the environment, and education. 

I can't think of any good that having nuclear bombs has 
brought us. I am sure that all the bad results will definitely 
outweigh the good they do. If we do use them, there won't 
be many of us left in this world. Consider all the generations 
to come, and think of all the consequences, and stop spend- 
ing on nuclear arms. 

Kristen Casey is a freshman at Brighton High School. 

What An Education Means To Me 

By Linda Chayrattanvong 

To me, education means that I have to go to school and 
work hard. I guess my future depends on it, too. Without 
any education you might not get a high salary that you 
deserve. People might not give you the respect that you 
deserve if you do not have a good education. This does not 
mean that the people without an education cannot have a 
good job. But education is always needed to depend on. 

Some of you might think that education is not important 
now. To me it is very serious. There is so much to learn 
and so much to experience in the future. The only way that 
you will succeed in new things is through education. 
Without education there is a doubtful chance of a good fu- 

Reaching for an education is not that hard if you try. 

Just set your mind to it, and you will do just fine. You will 
be sorry later if you do not take it seriously. Almost every- 
thing depends on education. 

Since we students are now still young, our minds are al- 
ways ready to accept the new concepts ahead of us. That 
is why we have a better chance to get a good education than 
those who are now sorry. For them it is too late to pick up 
where they had left off. So for the ones who still have a 
chance, I urge you to hold on to your education. It makes 
no difference who you are, it is what you are yourself. Do 
you have confidence in your future years or not? Just 
remember not to let new lessons scare you. Be sure that 
fun outside of school does not disturb your school work. 

I hope my speech is giving you some ideas leading you 
to a good future. 

Linda Chayrattanvong attends Edison Middle School. 

Hopes, Dreams and 

by Fiona Boadih 

I have always wished to do weU at school in every work 
and get an award. Sometimes I close my eyes and wish for 
all the good things that I want, and sometimes I dream that 
the principal is giving me an award with everybody clapping. 

I remember when I was in the fourth grade a girl told me 
that I could not get an award because I was a new student. 
I didn't mind her. I knew I had very httle time to prove 
myself. I worked hard and wished that only what was good 
would happen to me. I knew if I didn't get an award that 
year, I would get an award the following year. My hopes 
were high though, as I tried. 

The day for the award, everybody was quietly seated at 
the hall. Names were called and people went for their 
awards. When my name was called, 1 couldn't believe my 
ears. It was a wonderful time for me. My dreams had come 
true. I still keep hoping for the best and pray that the years 
ahead will be better still. 

Fiona Boadih is a fifth grade student at the Tobin School. 


by Hei Wah Do 

I came from China. In China, school was different from 
America. In China, we had to pay for school. We had to do 
exercises every morning at school. We had recess after 
every period. At lunch time we had an hour and a half to go 
home to eat. The teachers ate lunch at school, but they had 
to pay for it. 

In China the houses are different. Houses have no heat. 
In winter most people make a fire to keep warm. Kitchens 
have no electric or gas stoves. People have to use dry wood, 
leaves, and the stems from the rice to cook things. 

Most people in China are farmers. They have to grow 
their own food and fruit. Many people take their food and 
fruit to sell at the market. They don't make lots of money. 

I came to America when I was eight. The first few weeks 
I didn't like America. I missed my friends. Because time 
in China is different than America I felt mixed up. The days 
felt like nights and nights felt like days. After a month I went 
to school. I met lots of new friends. Yim Chi is my best 
friend. I have known her for five years. I like America now. 

Hei Wah Do is a seventh grader at the Taft. 


Rogers Park 

by Danielle Harrell 

by Aida Jiminez 

If my sneakers could talk they'd sure have a lot to say. 
First they would beg you to take them away to a nice retire- 
ment home for loyal sneakers. Then they would describe 
the way they have been treated lately. 

My favorite sneakers would say, "When she first got us 
we were new and clean. She used to wash us everyday, but 
now, as you can see, we look old and worn out. We must 
admit we are old, but she only got us last year. It is difficult 
to admit you've grown old and grey. It is hard to admit that 
you are no longer wanted. Perhaps we should just graceful- 
ly retire. We'll see. We'll think about it, but please, let us 
have just one more happy day doing the only job we know 
and enjoy. Please! Just one more day." 

Danielle Harrell is a Curley Middle School student. 

As I passed by Rogers Park, I noticed a few ducks in the 
pond. They were all together like a big family. They looked 
so peaceful. Their silky feathers seemed so preciously 
smooth with soft shades of brown as they dipped their beaks 
into the dark, hazy water. When a boat went by, the ducks 
flowed closer and closer to the edge of the pond where I was 
sitting. Then I noticed quickly that ducks were floating 
away from where I was sitting. 

After the ducks left, I observed a big beautiful white 
swan. It's features looked like a male swan. Every so often 
he would ruffle his feathers, then let them down slowly look- 
ing acutely from side to side to be sure he was in no danger. 
He seemed to Uke doing this. I focused my camera and took 
a picture of him in the water looking so elegant. 

Aida Jiminez is a sophomore at Brighton High. 


by Them Nguyen 

It's strange the effect that weather can have on a situa- 
tion. The most fearful days of my life were the days when I 
escaped from my native coimtry, Vietnam, but the weather 
aggravated a bad situation. I left Vietnam on May 15, 1981. 
It was a hot day and it seemed like a good day to be setting 
out to sea. In those days, in order to escape to Thailand, 
people floated from the southern coast of Vietnam to 
Thailand. However, the weather changed very soon. 

On the second day at sea a great storm came over the 
ocean. Our boat, which seemed stronger when we first 
started, could not stand up to the anger of the ocean. It 
seemed like a matchstick now instead of a ship. The first 
rains broke our engine and the second rain which came at 
midnight, flooded our boat and caused it to capsize. 

For six hours, while the storm raged on, the seven other 
people from the ship and I clung to the edge of the over- 
turned boat. The water from the waves and the rain blasted 
over our heads, and we watched our food, oil and water 
supply wash away. It was agony, but we could not scream 
out or cry because we were afraid to swallow salt water and 

At sunrise, the seas calmed. We were able to upright out 
boat and continue our journey. Without a motor, we had to 
row the boat. The sun got hotter and hotter and eventually 
burned our skin. All of us on board were close to sunstroke. 
After one and a half days of this torture, we were found by 
some Thai fishermen. They took us aboard their ship and 
after six days set us near the shore of Thailand. When we 
finally floated to shore, I was glad to be on dry land again, 
and for a while away from the hardship of difficult weather. 

Tliem Nguyen is a sophomore student at Brighton High. 


by Meg Kelleher 

The rain hits the roof like a stampede of horses running 
across the prairie. How cozy to be in a warm house while 
the storm passes from town to town cooling the summer 
heat. The ground is so wet and damp. The sound of the 
whistling wind blows the trees from side to side. The dark 
cloud seems to me Uke the end of the imiverse. 

The Hole in IVIy Pocket 

by Raphael Adorno 

It seems I always hid the things I loved and desired 
most. It was as if I hid them in my pocket. 

But then one day everything was gone. My mom, my 
dad, my house, my cats, and my heart. Everything I 
loved or owned was gone forever when my mom died. 
For she was the one I loved the most. Yet she was the 
one to go first. 

After that everything went slowly through the hole 
and was gone also. I had one thing and one thing only, 
my friends. The friends who helped me through the 
disaster. They are the seam to the hole in my pocket. 

(Carmen Iris Adorno died on July 28, 1986. She was 
the best mom there could be. She will Uve on for the 
rest of my very own life). 

Raphael Adorno attends the Lewis Middle School. 


by Ernesto Adar 

Love is an international language. It is like classical 
music being composed. You can feel the vibrations of the 
instrument being played nonstop. 

In an open meadow where you and your loved one look 
at each other, and no words are being said, the emotions 
flow between the two of you like red lazer Ughts. There is 
no future and no past — only this moment. 

Ernesto Adar is a Brighton High senior 

Meg Kelleher is a sophomore at Brighton High. 



I live the life of two individuals. 

One is new and the other is old. 

At times the real me appears to show 

But in fear I hide it so no one will know. 

I'm not too sure how others might feel 

Asking so many questions in disbeUef, 

Muttering could this be real? 

The time will come when I will remove this mask, 

The day when I overcome 

The Ufe of half and half. 

David Brewington 

David Brewington is a Jamaica Plain High sophomore. 


The years they come, the years they go. 

I watch my classes learn and grow. 

They try my patience; they make me proud 

Each year I think they're the best of the crowd. 

I use all methods, old and new. 

I try the latest - go back to tried and true. 

It's teacher and pupils in close harmony 

Reading and discussing - that's what 

works for me. 

It's talking and writing and reading aloud, 

Drilling on math facts - keeping peace in the crowd. 

Telling them they're terrific 

So in all they'll surpass. 

It's being a teacher, a mother, a nurse 

Going home with a check 

That does not wear down my purse. 

When I'm tired I say, "It's really enough! 

I've had all I can stand of this job 

that's so tough!" 

But when they are good and I'm proud of their scores, 

I say to myself, "Just another year more!" 

Evelyn L. dayman 

Evelyn L. dayman teaches fifth grade 
at the Margaret Fuller School. 

Dark long alleys 
Blood flowing in air 
People selling something 
that is killing our people 
year by year. 

People selling their bodies 

for something that doesn't last long 

but Uttle do they know 

they could have their very own tombstone. 

For the love of drugs 

kids are stealing, 

not just kids, elders too. 

Stealing from their brothers, sisters, cousins, 

friends, even their mothers too. 

To the non-survivors 

who were cooking up crack every day, 

when in the first place all they had to do was say 

no to drugs 

and they could be living 

to this very day. 

Athina Booker 

Anthina Booker is Jamaica Plain High freshman. 


Who is this stranger 

with the familiar face? 

Familiar, but why is her voice 

anxious, almost desparate? 

Something is driving her that I cannot see. 

There is no way to touch her, 

Not now. 

Will I ever see her again? 

What drives her when she is away from me? 

Away from me? 

She is away from me now 

and driving me further, further. 

There is no way to touch her. 

Not now. 

Tim Groves 

Tim Groves is Director of Writing 
at Jamaica Plain High School. 

Vinnie Ream: Sculptor of Lincoln 

By Marsha Springett 

In the morning of 1862, the Ream family arrived in 
Washington D.C. from Missouri. Viimie Ream, a fourteen 
year old, was looking at a man. He was very tall and wore a 
stovepipe hat and black shawl. He was walking along the 
cobblestone street. The man was President Abraham Lin- 
coln. Vinnie thought that President Lincoln would be a 
wonderful sculpture. She thought that someday she would 
do a head of him. Viimie's parents did not laugh at her. 
Their daughter was already a talented artist. Vinnie had 
hoped to go to art school m Washington during the Civil 
War. She looked for work instead. She got a job as a post 
office clerk. She spent her spare time exploring the city, 
sketch pad in hand. One day she was in the Capitol Rotun- 
da studying the statues shown there. 

Then someone said, "Viimie Ream, isn't it?" 
"Representative RoUins! How nice to see you! See, I'm 
still working at being an artist." 

"Viimie, how would you like to meet the Sculptor?" 

"Could I?" 

"Clark Mills works near here. Let's go see him now." 

Mills was preparing clay when his visitors arrived. 
"My young friend here wants to be a sculptor like you." 
He picked up a lump of clay. "Catch!" 
Vinnie turned the clay gently in her hands. 
"Do a portrait of me," said Clark Mills. 
She sat down and set to work. In a short time, she had 
modeled a head. 

"Not bad," he said. "Now try a subject you know better." 
Vinnie took another lump of clay and began to model it. 

Several hours passed. Vinnie's fingers grew tired, but still 

she kept on. 

"That certainly is a fine head," Mills said. Then Mills 

handed her a towel. "Next time you come, bring a smock." 

Vinnie did return - just as often as she could. 

On November 8, 1864, Lincoln was elected to a second 
term as president. Then again Vinnie sought Representa- 
tive Rollins. "Do you think Mr. Lincoln would let me sculpt 
him while he's working at his desk? I'd be so quiet he 
wouldn't know I was there!" 

"If I get a chance, I'll ask him. But don't get your hopes 
too high!" When Rollins told Lincoln more about Vinnie, 
Lincoln became interested. The tale of Vinnie's first visit to 
Clark Mills made Lincoln grin. 

Viimie spent a half-hour with Abraham Lincoln twice 
each week for five months. Vinnie studied President 
Lincoln's many moods. Vinnie's visit with the President 
ended suddenly. She worked m the White House as usual 
Friday, April 14, 1865. But she never saw Lincoln alive 
again. That same night he was shot, and he died the next 

Soon after Lincoln's death, people began to ask for a life 
size statue of him. Soon after, Vinnie Ream made the finest 
statue of Abraham Lincoln. It is now in the Rotunda of the 
Capitol Building, Washington D.C. 

Marsha Springett is a fifth grade student at the Joseph P. 
Manning School. 

By Quinn Kelly 

Quinn Kelly attends third ff-ade at the Thomas 
Gardner School. She is nine years old. 

Tom Robinson Through the Eyes of the Reporter 

by George Clark 

As a reporter for the New York Times newspaper, it's 
my job to get the inside scoop on things. I've heard of 
Maycomb County before and I knew just one day a story 
like this was going to break out sooner or later because of 
the type of people they are there. They call me "Scoop 
Jones" because I always get the inside scoop, the big ones. 
The plane was begiiming to limd. As soon as I stepped off 
the company's private plane I twisted my head in all direc- 
tions. You can see all the trees and dirt roads all aroimd 
you. I had my tall hat, pencil, paper, the works and was 
ready to go. They had already had a specially prepared 
stage coach ready for me, to escort me to the trial and off 
I went. On my way to the courthouse I viewed the open 
land scenery, black people working in the fields while 
white owners watched. I thought it was a disgrace to the 
human race. I looked up ahead and saw a crowd of people 
trying to get in the courthouse. I prepared my utensils and 
was ready to hear the courtroom talk. 

As I looked around the courtroom, it seemed black and 
white. I mean blacks on one side and whites on the other. 
I'm going to make sure that this trial hits the headlines up 
north. I mean really, this poor man is going to trial or shall 

I say jail, for nothing actually. I beheve he's innocent from 
the part of speech that Atticus gave, which I heard, even 
though I was a Uttle late getting here into the courtroom. 
I still have a headache from forcing my way in here be- 
cause of the crowd. Soon the jury will be back with the 
verdict. Tom should be all set. I think he just felt sorry 
for Mayella, and comforted her and she started to kiss all 
over him and Mr. Ewell just couldn't take the fact that she 
was attracted to a black man so he forced her to help him 
make up this whole story. 

The jury came back with the verdict. I was shocked at 
what I heard. Tom Robinson is guilty. I can't beUeve it 
with all the evidence Atticus has presented. Everyone up 
north heard about this case and believe he's innocent. Mr. 
Ewell looks more guilty than anyone in this county. He 
should be the one going to prison. It's going to be a long 
time before a black man can get far in this county. I think 
this whole case is pathetic and I wish I wasn't the one that 
had to write, "Tom Robinson Was Found Guilty," but I 
have to or they wouldn't call me "Scoop Jones." 

George Clark is a senior at Jamaica Plain High School. 

Discussion with Warren Chase 

On Decembers, 1987, Warren Chase visited Tim Grove's 
freshman writing class at Jamaica Plain High School. War- 
ren graduated last year from J. P. High. He was an outstand- 
ing student leader while at the school. He volunteers regularly 
to help with one particular class and visits other classes when 
teachers request him. Now as a graduate, he wants to give 
somethingback to the school. One of the students, Deighmion 
Monroe, videotaped this class discussion. The following is an 
excerpt from the transcript. 

The article the class is discussing is called "Bright, Black 
and Beset." It appeared in November 1987 in the Boston 
Globe. The article describes an interview with three black 
honor roll students at Charlestown High School. They dis- 
cussed their feelings that many fellow students look down on 
them because they try hard and are successful in school. 

Mr Groves quoted eight statements from this article for the 
class to discuss. Some of these are the statements to which 
the speakers refer. 

MR. GROVES: "They have discovered that studying hard 
is a cause for shame, at least among their peers." What does 
this statement mean? 

STEPHANIE CLARK: It means that they think their 
friends won't want to be around them because they're study- 

ing and their friends are doing something else, Uke not doing 
their school work. They're hanging out; things like that. 

WARREN CHASE: With statment number one, you do 
not have real friends if they're going to interrupt you and 
stop you from what you're trying to do. But the main two 
things you must remember are if you want to do something 
in life you can do it and you must beUeve in yourself. And 
the second thing is that you have to get the respect from your 
fellow classmates. They have to see that you want to do 
something so that they can give you the respect to do it. 
When they respect you in the classroom, they will not inter- 
rupt you and keep you from doing the things that you want 
to do. So there shouldn't be any shame in getting A's and 
B's. It should be an honor for you. 

Yesterday Mr. Groves and I were talking about when I 
was a student here at J.P. High and I saw fights breaking out, 
I used to come and break them up. The other students use 
to say, "Here comes the goody-goody, breaking up the fight." 
But after a while I got the respect from them. No matter 
what they said, every time I saw a fight that needed to be 
stopped, I was there. People began to respect me when I 
was around because I would break up a fight. It was either 
that or they would stop running around because they knew 
I would say something about it. 


Many things have happened 

in my fifteen years of Ufe. 

I am a girl who has gone through many 

compUcated situations. 

I thank God I have never used drugs or alcohol. 

I have never been in a situation of being pregnant. 

It is easy to find yourself in one of these positions 


you have to learn how to cope with life. 

Don't just give up. 

I have many problems 

because I grew up without a mother. 

It was hard having only a father. 

I missed my mother. 

It would have been easy to give in to peer pressure. 

Teenagers don't have much support from home 

these days. 

It is very rare that you find it. 

I know many young girls, 13 and 14 years old, 

walking around with babies in their hands. 

You know why? 

It is because they needed help. 

They did not know where to find it. 

I have many problems at home. 

There £U"e days when I am depressed or very angry 

but I always stop and think 

before I go and do something crazy. 

That's what a lot of girls need to do. 

Stop and think before you have sex. 

Stop and think before you get high. 


just stop and think. 

Bianca Claudio 

Bianca Claudio is a student at the Mary Curiey 
Middle School 


Love is like a feather. 

So tender and soft. 

Then again love is like glass, 

So fragile and clear. 

Melanie Torres 

Melanie Torres is a Brighton High freshman. 


Sometimes I feel like I'm 
Nobody's child 

So close to being somebody's 
But just a little bit removed 

Sometimes I feel like I'm 
nobody's child 

No place to really 
Call home 

Carol Comwell 


If a woman does not keep pace 

with her companions 
Perhaps she has followed too long 

the beat of 

alien drums 
And must now find 
Her own rhythm 

Carol Comwell 

Carol Comwell is an Early Childhood Teacher 
at the Winship Elementary School. 


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District A - Community of Writers 


We're a "Community of Writers" you say? 
We're that and more in District A. 

We're the teenage kids, always a riddle, 
At Curley, Edison, Lewis and Taft Middle: 

We're students with ambition up to the sky. 
At the new JP and Brighton High. 

We're at the Tobin for Performing Arts, 
Manning and Mendell kids will steal your hearts. 

They have the 13th president for their name. 
But Garfield kids like the cat just the same. 

Seeing John F. Kennedy was always a thrill, 
And Maurice Tobin lived right on Mission Hill. 

If Alexander Hamilton's name seems a little funny, 
Don't laugh, - He managed our young country's money. 

We have schools named jifter women and men, 
Ask Margaret Fuller or Henry Higginson. 

Admiral Farragut, a sailor, a brave navy fighter, 
Longfellow, the poet, a great American writer. 

Some other districts are very jealous. 
Because we have 2 schools with an Ellis; 

The David EUis you know so well. 
We also have the Ellis Mendell. 

Parkman wrote the famous "Oregon Trail," 
Work hard like him and you'll never fail. 

Thomas Gardner served his country bravely £md well. 
Now students work there to read, write and spell. 

Now we end this tour of friendship. 
It's the only word for Thomas Winship. 

We are the rainbow, kids who are brighter, 
Each a part of the community, each a writer. 

Our custodians too work day and night. 
They also read books, and also write. 

Cafeteria workers help make our lunch. 
They write too, they're a talented bunch. 

Secretaries keep records, and call our homes. 
And when they have time, they write us poems. 

Bilingual teachers are friendly, not clannish. 
They do some writing in EngUsh and Spanish. 

Paraprofessionals have talents that would daze you. 
And the stories they write, would simply amaze you. 

So Ms. Diana Lam, Superintendent, District A, 
And her community of writers, we salute you today. 

Francis Parkman is in The Hall of Fame, 

A bandstand on the Common bears his name. 

nomas W. Killilea, a teacher at the Taft Middle School, 
has twenty-three years of teaching service.