week6-08

Connor Greenbaum, a student at Essex Junction High School, has this to say about his photography: “My dad got me my first camera when I was very young. I have always liked taking pictures of nature. I have found taking pictures to be very relaxing and peaceful. I have been most intrigued with lighting; a very boring or plain scene can be changed dramatically by certain lighting.

Great Expectations

By Lydia Gabourel
Hartford High School, Grade 10

Are you expected to do great things?
Expected to get good grades?
Expected to be funny?
Expected to be perfect?

What are great expectations?
And what are the expectations you have of yourself?

You say
I need to be perfect to be what they expect.
I need to be pretty to impress them.

Talk to Me

By Veronica Kovacs
Woodstock Union High School, Grade 10

Me:
I want to help because I care.
Understand?
I promise, I’ll always be there.

You:
But who will help you
If my problems
Become too big for two?

Me:
I can handle myself.
And anyway
Right now you need the help.

You:
You have problems of your own.
Does that mean
You’ll cry all alone?

Me:

Expectations

By Melissa Werle
Woodstock Union High School, Grade 10

It was the same old, same old at the fair. Carnival rides that looked like they were about to break any second, trash already strewn over the ground though the fair had just barely come to town. Greasy, sweet- smelling fried dough stands at every corner, mixed in with countless other fast food stands piled on top of each other. Con artists promising goodies to the gullible people falling for their rip- off games, and flashing, multi- colored lights that would make a person dizzy in seconds. I sighed. Of course. Every year I imagined a great crowd, shining new and fun rides, and a great deal of entertainment, only to be met by this sorry sight. Now I remembered how it really was. Why could I never commit to memory that the fair was always a disappointment that never met my expectations? I was two steps and five minutes into the fair, and already I was ready to leave.

Say What?

By Emma Davitt
Shelburne Community School, Grade 6

You’re sitting in the Coffee Shop
Everyone’s a-buzz
On the phone,
Or talking,
Singing,
Laughing,
Coughing.

You can’t help what you hear,
Their voices hushed,
But clear.

“She said this…”
And
“He did that!”

Say What?

Say What?

It’s fun to sit and listen
To
All of that jabber.

I Expect
By Rachel Pitcher

I expect that kids can vote. Right now kids don't have a chance to choose the candidate of their state. What if you were us and you wanted to vote. If you care then listen closely and you will find out why kids should be able to vote.

The Storm

By Cara Johnson
Shelburne Community School, Grade 5

CRASH! BOOM! Silent light flies through the sky. Light flickers on and off. Then… stops. It is pitch black. CRASH! BOOM! Light flies through the sky. Shiver. Under your sheets. Climb down the ladder. Step. Step step. Hit the floor. Run to the door. Slam. Slam. Slam. You ran into the door, find the knob. CRASH! BOOM! Light flies. You fly down the hall to your Mother’s and Father’s room. You whimper “Mom, Mommy, Mom!” You climb into the bed. CRASH! BOOM! A light flies once more. You see something. Or someone at the door. You slip down from the bed. There at the door you hear ……a …. Boom! Boom! On the other side you open up the door and ………….. Your CAT rushes in to the room. You slip back into the bed and fall asleep.
CRASH! BOOM!!

By Kelsey Johnson
Hartford High School, Grade 10

Expectations

I brought my report card home from school today.
The grades aren’t too bad, all A’s and B’s.
As I’m walking home on the newly paved road,
I wonder what my parents will say.

Their expectations are too great for me.
I always work really hard for my grades.
I’m usually up until midnight or later

Lunchtime

By Kristen Switzer
Rutland Town School Grade 6

Lunchtime is a good time to catch up on the news,
A time to eat our sandwiches, while we sit and schmooze.
Abby talked about the soccer game we played in the rain,
The other team scored a lot, the result was one of pain.
Courtney asked Baylee about the homework for tonight,
Baylee just stared at her and took another bite.

Expectations

By Nikko Malerba
Woodstock Union High School, Grade 12

There is no such thing as expectations.
We are all that we make ourselves.
Our focus determines our reality.
Our determination defines our lives.
Our lives are what we make them.
The expectation is in your mind.
Let go, live your life.
Die your death.
Expect nothing from others

Expectations

By Nina McCarthy
Woodstock Union High School, Grade 10

Soccer practice, school and work,
Together make my brain just hurt.
I trip and fall and re-begin,
With scrapes on my knees, I get up again.
Score a goal, get an A, don’t be late or you wont get paid!
My coach yells, my mom nags,
“Take the shot!” “Don’t you lag!”
Everyday I grind my teeth,

I expect that I would

By Kelly Davis
Woodstock Union High School, Grade 10

My parents always expect the best
Whether with friends or on a test
I must work hard to achieve what I can
On my own not a helping hand
Sometimes I wish I could fly away
To a land where I could laugh and play
Where school is not a worrisome fright
With just me, myself, and I in sight

Expectations

By Nicole LeBlond
Woodstock Union High School, Grade 10

Expectations are high,
Living up to certain degrees of achievements,
Expanding and contracting to fit into people’s mold and opinions of you,
Stress,
Anxiety,
Fear of failure,
Competing with your competition,
Yourself.
Striving to be better than last time,
It’s exhausting,
Agonizing,
The push,