My Thoughts in Seventh Grade English
by Kaitlyn Schechter
“New Orleans” I think as my teacher babbles on about grammar.
Now that’s a place I’d rather be.
I’d like to be there right about now.
I’m just stuck in a seventh grade classroom that has the smell of B.O trapped within the depressed walls.
How the walls could be depressed, I don’t have a clue I’m just so bored.
Am I hallucinating? Is that a valid excuse to go to the nurse?
Oh yeah, New Orleans …
I just makes me think of jazz and brunch
Don’t ask me why
It just does.
Don’t you know how certain words just remind you of others?
Does that make sense?
Oh no- I have a French test next period…
How do they expect me to learn French when I can’t even speak English correctly?
I need a soda or something.
They better not run out of black cherry or I’ll have to get watermelon again.
It just seems like a cool place.
I think I’d rather be in New Orleans.
Now I better head to the Nurse for my case of hallucination.
What does hallucinating mean again?
Submitted November 12th 2019
by Daisy Labella
The engine rumbles
The climb starts
And fearful farts
At the summit
Put, put, put
Cotton candy curse words
Passing by blue birds
Arms out and flailing
Forget about “hold onto the railing”
Rounding the next turn
Another stomach starts to churn
The first loop ahead,
Followed by a second and third
Once again the tension is stacked
The flip is in motion
People lean back
Shouts fill the air
Along with burps and gasps
The pace is getting faster
Fast, fast, fast
The tracks beneath screech
As the carts twist and twirl
Children begin to pray
As their insides unfurl
Quick break left,
Quick dive right,
Then the wheels began to slow
Like the end of the night
Boys and girls turn to families and friends
A devilish smile appears and they says:
“That was fun, lets go again!”
Submitted September 19th, 2019