By: Yureli F., grade 5
January 28th, 2015
My imaginary land would be called Fungoland. Fungoland would be filled with rainbow gumdrops, milk-chocolate fountains and oompa loompas. Fungoland stands for Fun and Go Land. Fungo also stands for Fun Land. Fungoland is going to have all different kinds of carnival rides, and all types of dogs and fishes and plushes for carnival-game prizes. Fungoland is going to be the best land ever, even better than Legoland. To get to my land I will go in a boat. It will be a chocolate boat on a chocolate river and the men would have to do the harder things and women would have to do the easier things. There would be a robot who will make sure everybody is doing their job. I will name the robot R2D2 like the Star Wars robot. I will have so many things that you won’t really be able to have in a real, original world.
Fungoland was founded on October 14, 2014. The first governor was Franie. The first people were from Kirkland. They were writers named Fitzgerald, Eggers, Dahl, and Silverstein. They first called it Paint Land. The next people were bakers looking for a better life and a way to earn money for their families and to bring back to their hometown. Fungoland was founded for all people on November 4, 2014. There was a protest because the government didn’t allow the bakers to make a bread stand in the middle of the sidewalk, and the bakers didn’t like it. The government said, “I hope you’re all happy now that we have to allow you to bake anywhere you want.”
After the bakers arrived, the painters and writers didn’t want to share the land. So the painters and writers left and found a new land, because the bakers were going to make all the rules and take over. So, the painters and writers decided to leave and they found a new land they now own it. The bakers ended up staying in Fungoland and helped take over with the government.
By: Renata R., grade 6
November 24th, 2014
Like me, you might be invited to a fancy-schmancy dinner by your best friend. A fancy-schmancy dinner is when a bunch of older people go eat expensive food. They also wear black suits for men and dresses with pearl necklaces and white gloves for the ladies. Now, we all want to look extravagant, not like a girl or boy who has no manners whatsoever. Here are some ways to be fancy! I mean, hey, they worked for me!
1. Smile every single second. If you don’t smile, everyone will think you’re bored or don’t like the food. They’ll definitely be offended.
2. Tutus make everything better. Everybody at dinner will be wearing them!
3. Ask many questions to the servers. They looove questions. Example: “Does this have any sugar? Will I get sick if I eat this too fast? Wanna play tag?”
Speaking of tag…
4. When you think the old people get annoying or boring, ask them if they want to run laps around the building. Keep everyone active.
5. Be sure to spit your food out if you don’t like it. Chefs like to know if you don’t enjoy their food!
Well, if you use all these steps, then you probably… Wait. Now that I think about it, when I did any of these things I got yelled at! Oh well, bye!
By: by Alex L., grade 5
November 24th, 2014
Pad thai is a big part of my family’s history. From the scorching hot southern parts of Thailand to here, in the Windy City.
Life was rough for my grandparents. They didn’t have much of anything. When they grew older, they sought out an education, and moved to the United States. Here, they met and got married. Then came my mother, aunt, and uncle.
When my mom was about my age, she would sit by my grandma whenever she cooked. My mom would observe every single spice and ingredient my grandma put into her recipes. Now that my mom’s older, I do the same.
When my mom makes pad thai, I can hear her chopping fresh tofu in the kitchen. The rice noodles go in the frying pan with some garlic, the sizzling like music to my ears. I know that something delicious is about to be made. As soon as the sweet tamarind aroma fills the air, I am almost falling off my chair.
It’s an amazing sensation as I take the first bite. The lime and tamarind mixed together is like a colorful, eye-popping fireworks show. The noodles, fried until they are golden, are bursting with flavor. As steam from the dish rolls up my face, I think of Thailand. I think of my grandparents. The thought of it makes me feel safe and warm.
My mom inspires me to try new things with her cooking. I hope that someday I’ll be able to inspire someone somewhere in the world with something I do well.
By: Alicia Faulisi, Grade 11
September 18th, 2014
On a cold Valentine’s Day
to a mother who would leave her behind
a baby girl with a head of thick wild curls was born
Light brown almond eyes that she wished were bigger
a curveless top lip that differed from her favorite celebrities
crazy curly hair she’d never know what to do with,
it would take her a long time to accept how she looks.
Two hippies with long dreads
were newly married
they worked hard and had fun
but then they adopted the little girl
and gave up all their fun, to work even harder.
A magnetic child
people were drawn to her contagious laugh
and crooked coy smile
she longed for their closeness
hoping to fill the lonely emptiness she felt inside.
She was constantly in trouble
starting fights with her dad
disappointing her little sister
and cheating in school
at least it was attention.
After her first two years of high school
she realized she had to change her ways
so she worked, not so much on school work
but in her therapy
and instead of self-destructing