Opinion

It is well known that cell phones can cause many problems in and out of school. Previously teachers have had the opportunity to tell their students to place their phones in “phone pockets” near the door.

Write a story, poem, or create your own way to express what you want to be when you grow up. This could be written about what you want to have accomplished by the next four, ten, twenty, or even fifty years.

As much as I love Vermont, and it loves me, I love to travel outside of it. I travel to see the sights and visit all the places I can. I especially like to visit foreign countries.

You want to know what I fear? I fear change. Change comes and goes and leaves things different than they once were. Some change is good, while some is malevolent. Change kills and creates. 

Peace means there is no more fear, only excitement and joy and adrenaline. Peace means you are safe, wrapped in a blanket of love and solace.

I don't hate the idea of banning phones from schools, but there are some things that I feel that the bill's (which would have made it so phones were banned during the school day) writers might have failed to take into consideration.

I strongly believe the ban of cellphones would have a different impact on each person, I am the type of student to stay off my phone until my work is complete.

April is Poetry Month, Words that weave and enchant, Maya Angelou is a favorite poet, Her wisdom like a soothing balm.

Peace looks like a quiet meadow on a sunny day, where the grass sways gently in the breeze and flowers bloom in vibrant colors. Birds sing joyfully in the sky, and the only sound is the soft rustling of leaves in the trees.

Something I seem to always think back to, is what happens after you die. I used to get trapped in this thought and it was my biggest fear all throughout my childhood. 

Summer is my favorite season. I push through the school year to get to the first day of summer. I go to Maine for a week with my friends each year. I watch the fireworks in a field on a towel during the 4th of July.

If I could run away, I’d be gone. I’d clamber up the fence onto the roof and take off running. I’d bound up into the air and across the fields of puffy white clouds, bouncy and weightless.