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Oct 14

Dear President

Dear President,

I think you should ban homework because kids have six hours of school every weekday, as well as after school activities! By the time most kids get home and do their homework and eat dinner, it is time to go to bed. They get no free time to be with their families or to go outside and play. Homework is really stressful and makes it hard for kids to be creative on their own time. It also makes kids not want to learn because all they do is school, school, school!

Sincerely,
A kid that does not want to do this homework assignment


Dear President,
Oct 14
Spirit17's picture

A Message for the President

I would like to say to the next United States president is that I hope you can help do something about women inequality in the world and cuttting rainforests down and forest fires. I hope there will be many positive changes in the world. I hope that there could be free college tuition for two years. I hope that you can help with keeping endangered animals.  
 
Oct 14
joseph.deffner's picture

Best sports moment


I honestly couldn't sleep the night before, I was so excited. When I finally did sleep, it wasn't much. I woke at 6 a.m. to my normal alarm and hopped right up. My fencing gear was already packed and I had food and water. I was running through it in my head, “In the placement round place high, fence good and in the eliminations crush the weak opponents and reserve energy for the people who were harder.” It was all there the plan was set and I was ready.My Father and I loaded into the car. The tournament was an hour away and started at 8 a.m. Since we left at 6 a.m., that would leave me time to warm up. The car ride was long and nerve racking. I listened to music to try to calm down, but nothing worked. When we arrived, I changed and warmed up. While warming up, I scouted out the competition: One kid from Canada I had never seen fence, kids that I had fenced before, and quite a few newbies. There were others, but I didn't know what to make of them.
Oct 13
Izzy_Giesing's picture

You Know It's Worth It


It starts when there’s a gunshot and your move your legs in a fast motion to get ahead of the crowd and to get a good position. You know this course inside and out. You know what will lie ahead but you know the ultimate challenge will be your mind. So you drive your legs and pump your arms with all that you have. You know how badly you want it. You push up those hills even though they hurt, and you try ever so harder down those hills, cause you know that the downhill is not a break, but an opportunity to go faster.

So there you are breathing hard, feeling all of your muscles exhausted but yet the worse part is about to come. It’s when your mind takes over. Your mind tells you to slow down, your mind tells you to stop, it gives you these funny ideas that it is okay to give up when in reality that it is not okay.It is not alright.

You tell yourself, “ I am not giving up, I have worked to hard to give up. I will not give up!”.
Oct 13
anderses's picture

President Letter

Dear Hillary Clinton,
Oct 13
brob's picture

Wall


Dear Mr. President,

    I would like to inform you that we don’t need a wall. The United States is not about keeping people out it’s about letting people in. If you build a wall then we are no better than what people think of americans. If there are people that are here illegally then legalize them, don’t kick them out. People should feel welcome when they come to the U.S. not feel like they are under inspection and certainly not feel like the President of the United States is a rude person. This country was not built on putting up walls and being cowards. This country was built on doing what was right and standing up for what we believe in. If you put up a wall you are no better than the people who are here illegally. THank you for your time to read this letter.
Sincerely

Anonymous Person.

 
Oct 13
JP DBH's picture

Dear President

Oct 12
Hannah Campbell's picture

I Still Have a Chance

     I remember the morning when our school's principal before block two had announced over the intercom that five Vermont teenagers had been killed in a car crash. At first, I was a bit surprised they had announced it. Were these students from our school? What happened? And mostly, I was fairly confused. After all, weren't there several things that happen like this all the time? It's all over the news, something like: "Dad killed daughter to get back at her mom", "A Mom Says She Asked Her Kids If They Wanted To 'Go To Heaven' Before Killing Them", or "Two teens dead in Riverdale double shooting". Those are just a couple quick headlines I found on a Google search just now. So many senseless deaths in the U.S. happen all the time, everyday, hundreds upon hundreds of deaths. What had these teens done that set them aside from all those other innocent peoples' lives? Why was their death so important? 
Oct 12

Road

Don't play in the road 
crisp stern mouth
pushes our feet faster
mother always told us
to be cautious
but we were not cautious 
we were reckless.

Our tiny boots and
hats
bounce fiercely with
the wind
running wild we
focus on our destination
I can see the dirt road
while making knee deep 
footprints
our anticipation
melting into laughter
white memories seep
into my jacket sleeve
I freeze
we step 
rather fall
into a giant landslide
we have made it.

He says the road is three
miles long
I never believed him
I still don't
he grins 
ready he yells
as if my age
affects my hearing ability
yes I muffle
he runs and hurls
onto the red foam sled
his body moving faster
than the wind
now it's my turn
I grip my blue one
stepping in place 
ready to jump
I hear my mother's voice
Audio download:
Recording (1).m4a
Oct 12

Road

Don't play in the road 
crisp stern mouth
pushes our feet faster
mother always told us
to be cautious
but we were not cautious 
we were reckless.

Our tiny boots and
hats
bounce fiercely with
the wind
running wild we
focus on our destination
I can see the dirt road
while making knee deep 
footprints
our anticipation
melting into laughter
white memories seep
into my jacket sleeve
I freeze
we step 
rather fall
into a giant landslide
we have made it.

He says the road is three
miles long
I never believed him
I still don't
he grins 
ready he yells
as if my age
affects my hearing ability
yes I muffle
he runs and hurls
onto the red foam sled
his body moving faster
than the wind
now it's my turn
I grip my blue one
stepping in place 
ready to jump
I hear my mother's voice
Audio download:
Recording (1).m4a

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