by Degan, Age 14
Jayson Tatum is a professional basketball player that plays for the Boston Celtics.
Jayson went to prep school for 4 years at Chaminade College Preparatory School. As a Freshman at Chaminade, he averaged 13.3 points and 6.4 rebounds per game. As a Sophomore, he averaged 26.0 points and 11.0 rebounds per game. As a Junior, Tatum averaged 25.9 points per game and 11.7 rebounds per game while earning Second-team Naismith Trophy All American honours. As a Senior he averaged 29.6 points per game and 9.1 rebounds per game.
He was chosen to play in the 2016 McDonald’s All-American Game in January. He competed in the skills competition which he would win, and in the all-star game on March 30, 2016, at the United Center in Chicago. Tatum led the East Team in scoring with 18 points and hustling 8 rebounds in a 114-107 loss to the West Team. Continue reading
“The point of this interview is to understand what a teacher’s point of view is to teach.” Landen, Age 14
Landen: What is it like being a teacher? Is it fun, exciting, stressful?
Teacher: The job can be stressful and can be fun. In my mind, the job part of it is knowing your subject area that you are teaching so you can effectively convey the materials to students in the way they understand. The fun part is how you go about that. I’m almost at 30 years of teaching now and I kinda look forward to it, getting up, coming to school, interacting with the students. It’s fun. Continue reading
It’s time to hop on the bus and head to the mountains to enjoy Camp Galoopa—space-style!
When you get there, you register, get your Camp Galoopa Survival Fun Pack, then find out which cabin you’ll be staying in. While you are at camp, be sure to write in your mind-reader journal to save all the memories you’ll be making. When you hear the GONG, head to the Moose Shelter to make a baby bird craft out of a pine cone. Continue reading
My crazy aunt wears a funky dress.
She always dares me.
For pets she has a monkey
and a fish that talks.
My crazy aunt is very lazy.
She has a friend who is crabby.
I call her Big Loud Abby.
My crazy aunt has a wig. Continue reading
by Camille Atebe, Illustrated by Jess Olsen
Little Red Riding Hood walked home through the woods wearily, her beautiful red cloak matted and sticky with wolf saliva. She had had a rough day, as anyone familiar with her story well knows. Her empty picnic basket knocked against her knees as she walked, and her fist clenched the bunch of flowers she had picked for her Granny, now withered and limp (not her Granny, the flowers. Although, come to think of it, her Granny was looking a little withered and limp too, after the day she’d had.) Red finally reached her own front door and pushed it open. There in the front entrance stood her mother, arms crossed, mouth pursed with disapproval, eyes blazing. Uh-oh, thought Red.
Of course Red got in trouble. She was horribly late, and hadn’t called. The fact that the Big Bad Wolf had eaten the phone did not absolve her, since it was her fault that the Big Bad Wolf was in Granny’s house in the first place. Red’s mom sent Red’s dad out to make sure Granny was okay (she was) and yelled at Red quite extensively. Continue reading
It was an ordinary Monday evening. Courtney had eaten supper and was on her way to dance class. When she got there, she saw her dance teacher, Tracy. Tracy was a super energetic person and Courtney had been taking her dance classes for two years. It had never been boring, especially not tonight, as you will soon discover!
“Hi, Tracy. How are you today?” asked Courtney.
“I’m a little confused,” replied Tracy. Continue reading
…shoved it in a blender and pressed liquefy. I tossed my homework aside for the time being, and settled myself in front of the television—determined to rid my brain of anything useful it had learned during the day.
It took me several minutes to find the remote. I finally located it shoved between pizza boxes in the bottom corner of our fridge. (We have the most organized family.) Triumphantly, with remote in hand, I made my way to the disgusting dust lump my mother likes to call a sofa. Settling myself in the most comfortable position I could find, I raised the remote to the TV. Continue reading
by Abdulrahman, Age 12
I am not the person some people think I am. I can be thought of as a bad person because I am a Muslim. There are a lot of Muslims around the world. In fact, almost a quarter of earth’s population is Muslim, most living in the Middle East and North Africa*. We shouldn’t judge people by their looks or religion. Continue reading
“This moment was so significant to me, because as silly as it sounds, this stuffed animal helped me overcome some insecurities. He was there for me when no one else was. He was there when times were confusing.”
by Brittany Conley
As a young child, I was always soft spoken and could barely look anyone in the eyes.
As the only girl out of three large boys, I felt out of place most of my childhood. Continue reading
by Jake, Age 11
It’s not a glamorous job, but it takes a brave person to be involved in a S.W.A.T. team. Just over 70% of victims at Jackson Memorial Hospital Miami are treated for gun wounds.
The Miami Dade Police Department is an intense force. S.W.A.T. stands for Special Weapons And Tactics. S.R.T is a division of the S.W.A.T. team which stands for Special Response Team. They have two armoured trucks and one truck isn’t that armoured—it’s used for warrants or other dispatch calls. Continue reading