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
Locked in Strapped down Nervous smiles Hearts pound The engine rumbles The climb starts Sweaty palms And fearful farts At the summit Eyes shut Noses wander Put, put, put Clenched teeth Swinging feet Screaming laughs Hurling berry-bomb-blasts 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 Devilish smiles appear and they say: “That was fun, lets go again!” ***
Submitted September 19th, 2019