Open Writing space for yearbook. Write a poem, create an ad for buying the yearbook, experiment…..
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Imagine it, make it happen! A blog about creativity, ideas and technology, by Mr. Goldstein and the teachers and students at Omni Middle School, Boca Raton, FL. A Project Smart Project.
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December 11th, 2009 at 2:18 pm
My day at omni
My day starts with me eating breakfast. Then I go to school then I work in the media center until the 5-minute bell rings, then I go to math and finish that homework. Then I go to civics then I go to language and do work. Then I to science and do an experiment. Then I go to yearbook then off to student aide to finish homework and leave school. When I am home I watch TV and sleep.
December 11th, 2009 at 2:34 pm
BEST OMNI YEARBOOK YET!
UNBELIEVABLE YEARBOOK STAFF!
YOU WILL NOT REGRET IT!
A WAY TO LOOK BACK AT EVERLASTING MEMORIES!
YOU NEED TO TURN YOUR MONEY IN!
EXCITING ARTICLES + PICTURES!
A BOOK FILLED WITH FUN!
READY TO BUY AN AMAZING YEARBOOK?
BUY YOUR YEARBOOK TODAY!
OUTSTANDING BOOK!
OVERLY AMAZING!
KIDS WILL NEVER FORGET THIS AMAZING YEARBOOK.
TURN IN YOUR YEARBOOK FORM!
ONLY $35 DOLLARS UNTIL WINTER BREAK!
DON’T FORGET TO TURN IT IN TO MR. GOLDSTEIN’S ROOM!
OR YOU CAN TURN IT IN TO THE MAIN OFFICE!
YOU WILL LOVE IT!
December 11th, 2009 at 2:35 pm
“35-24-9” I try to remember, standing in front of my locker.
It is 9:15 and I really do not look forward to my classes.
But then I realize that we are working on the yearbook today.
And suddenly my day brightens.
The superb yearbook is awesome.
Why would you not want to but one?
You have everlasting memories of all of your friends and classmates. You laugh at the hilarious comments your friends signed in your yearbook.
Omni Middle ’09-’10
December 11th, 2009 at 2:37 pm
Jenai F. – Creative writing.
The Lost Glance
My eyes are hidden from the world,
They say it’s just till it’s safe to look,
But if I could trust them I would,
But I can’t,
They are the ones that locked me up,
In my own sound proof world,
No one to comfort me,
No one to just look,
Even if I’m free to wander the world inside my cage,
I can’t stand the harsh glances they shoot at me,
Time is running up,
I’m aging and still no chance to look,
The world is changing, this I am certain,
Even if they say its not,
But why do I cling to their every word if I know they lie,
Oh, yeah that’s right, there’re my only hope.
The clock seems to be ticking faster,
My egger vision only helps but wondering,
What is that I will see?
Would they be just as surprised as me?
What will my vision spot?
Would there be war breaking over that one glance?
What if I see something that will frighten me?
The door swings open,
It’s Time,
The rules are displayed to me,
What will I chose?
To live in the safe world of H**L
Or to roam the world alone,
The choice makes me cry,
I would not survive,
They offer me a glance,
Just to check that my decision remains,
I will not give up my game,
I turn away only to say,
I wish I had that one glance.
December 11th, 2009 at 2:38 pm
You come to Omni Middle School every weekday to learn and be with friends. From ages 11-15 Omni is a second home to every student who comes here. You can not even count how many memories are made. Do you want to remember 30 years from now your middle school years at Omni? With amazing staff comes a fabulous yearbook. Friends that you meet at Omni will always be with you for the rest of your lives. Look back at you frustrating teachers from 2009-2010. Then you can think to yourself I wouldn’t have the job that I have today with out these marvelous teachers. When you pull out the yearbook it’s like reading a fantasy book. Listen to me because you will regret not buying a yearbook. Buy a fantasy book today and once you open up the cover you will be in a dream. It’s at the cheap price of $35 and trust me it’s worth every penny!
December 11th, 2009 at 2:39 pm
Another Minute
My feet scratched on the pavement as I walked through the city. I examined a street sign the read “Broadway.” Hmmm, I must have wandered farther than I thought. I took out my makeshift phone that was inaudible when it came to voicemail and flipped it open with my thumb. 11:11 pm. A slight breeze blew by like a cool exhale that made my spine twinge and shiver. I momentarily planted myself on the thought that I should turn back. But I compressed the foolish thought into a tight ball that hopefully would never return. I kept walking. 11:12 pm. Another minute to redeem this empty life. Hey, isn’t that a lyric from a song? Eh, whatever. Wow, my thoughts are quite boring aren’t they, hence the empty life. I bet you never knew there was an empty brain too. HA, gotcha. 11:13 pm. Yes, my brain is still empty. Thanks for flaunting it. *sigh* what to do what to do. 11:14 pm. Is it just me or are the minutes getting shorter and short 11:15 pm. Okay that’s just creepy. Hey! I made through a whole senten 11:16. Darn. I think I jinxed myself. Or forgot to knock on wood or throw salt over my shoulder. Whatever the case may be, I messed up something. Story of my life. 11:17. Hey look it’s a normal length minute! Hooray, hoo 11:18. No comment.
December 11th, 2009 at 2:46 pm
The clicking noise form the keyboard was like music to my ears. I cannot lose this idea! I told myself as I furiously typed faster. I tentatively glanced at the digital alarm clock 3 am wow why do I get these ideas at the most inconvenient time! Oh wellers I wouldn’t give up my late night writing time for the world. I felt my eyelids drooping. Just one more sentence I plead with myself. Who knows how long this strike of genius will stay with me, it was months last time before I struck a good idea. My ideas seem to always be hiding in my mind, behind corners, under tables, in between couch cushions. I never knew where to look. I always ended up just stumbling upon it in my dream or during the most inconvenient time like math class during a major test. Although that is the writer’s problem. I slowly finished writing and saved the file. Turning off the computer the glow of the screen faded leaving me in pitch black darkness. I found my way to my comfortable bed. Now I probably will only get 4 hours of sleep but it was worth it. I think.
December 16th, 2009 at 2:38 pm
Winter treasures By: Danielle
The white blankets covering the city.
The kids playing all around me.
The wind brushing againsnt my cheeks,
The beauty of the mountain peeks.
Playful and jolly for holidays to come,
Love and happiness from everyone.
The snowflakes each of every kind,
everything is just so divine.
Winter treasures, the greatest gift of all.
December 16th, 2009 at 2:41 pm
Why
Why does the sun shine?
Why does the sun set?
Why is the grass green?
Why is the sky blue?
Why does the moon shine?
Why is the sun yellow?
Why are the clouds white?
Why?
-Jocelyn
December 17th, 2009 at 2:29 pm
you bought a yearbook,
20 years later……..
you move into a new house and your unboxing
when you see your old 2009-2010 yearbook
as you’re flipping through the pages you see your old best
friend and her number. You call her up and find out that she lives in
the same city. You become best friends again and you think about
calling more old friends….
you didn’t buy a yearbook,
20 years later….
you’re unboxing and you see your husband/wife’s old
yearbook and you try to find your old yearbook you try and try again but still no 2009-2010 yearbook–wishing to see or call your old friend again but you now
realize you cannot….. that sucks.
December 17th, 2009 at 2:36 pm
My heart jumped for you, my stomach fluttered. I don’t understand – you never got it, you always acted like you liked me but it was you just being yourself, a Flirt. Your job is stealing girls’ hearts and never giving it back. They trusted you, I trusted you. Now my heart is broken laying on the floor in a million pieces. There is no way to put it back together. And, you don’t feel one thing you just think “another girl no big deal” well wake up this is a big deal. You steal hearts and crush others. You led them on then, you ruined them. They think they can’t live without you, they would rather die than live without you. They can’t help it, they stay up all hours of the night thinking about you, dreaming about you. You just don’t care, you don’t even notice. They cried over you for nights, they didn’t sleep. You still didn’t care, they told you how they felt and you just laughed. Then after months they got over it but guess what, they wanted revenge. They wanted you to suffer like they did. They wanted you to have sleepless nights like they did. They wanted you to cry over them. They wanted you to see them every day like something you could never have. They wanted you to crumble and go crazy. They wanted you to have that pain in your heart being ripped into shreds. They wanted you to trust them with your heart, so then they could do what you did to them, rip it to shreds and leave it for dead. They wanted you to go through every single second of pain, they suffered. They want you to feel like you would die then live through that pain, they want you to live with that, always having it on your shoulders, that pain that is suffering in your heart, like it has no way to break free. But deep down, all they truly want is you to care that you hurt them, that’s it. They still love you, but thought you didn’t care so they stopped caring too. All I can say is don’t hurt a girl and she won’t feel that way!!!!!!
December 17th, 2009 at 2:39 pm
To you – just a job, you laugh and you smile. To me – its forever, to you a short while.
I fake a smile, an okay and goodbye, while my heart has been flattened, I’m trying not to cry.
This day I’ve been awaiting and planning forever, failure and rejection today, I thought never.
My heart felt lost, my smile couldnt have fallen faster, if I’d ever think back, this for sure my utmost disaster.
You broke my heart, tore my future and my goals, now all I aspire doing is digging myself a hole.
As a child I saw ponies and castles and crowns, but I drew only diplomas and graduation gowns.
I slept long nights with dreams of only this college, as the start of my life, success and my knowledge.
You see today like any other, another paycheck, what you don’t see are those lives you lead to complete wreck.
THE END, MY FRIEND.
December 17th, 2009 at 2:56 pm
Today
Today I will be and today I will write
Today I will stand and today I will fight
Today I will learn and today I will grow
Today I will feel and today I will know
Today I will read and today I will try
Today I will laugh and today I will cry
Today I will buy and today I will sell
Today I will hear and today I will tell
Today I will take and today I will give
Today I will wake up and finally live.
December 17th, 2009 at 3:02 pm
Cold hearted orb that rules the night
Removes the colours from our sight
Red is grey and yellow white
But we decide which is right
-Nights in White Satin
December 18th, 2009 at 2:53 pm
Five Reasons Why You Should Buy A Yearbook
1. So that one day you’ll have proof that you went to school with someone famous.
2. To give your future children something to laugh about when they see your hairstyle.
3. So that you can look at your picture day outfit and ask yourself, “What was I thinking?”
4. So you can always have pictures of your friends.
5. Because your school is awesome and you want to keep those wonderful memories.
January 5th, 2010 at 10:20 pm
A fear of the dark
I’m 14 yet I’m still afraid of the dark and I am not ashamed to admit it. But what is it that I am afraid of? I hesitate even when I know I’m safe. I guess what I’m afraid of is not knowing what’s in the dark, or its possible that the lack of things in the dark allows my mind to be fooled. Whatever makes me afraid in the dark there will always be light.
January 11th, 2010 at 2:38 pm
Once upon a time there were ponies and princes,
Fairies danced and twirled,
Laughter spread across the land,
Looking at little boys and girls,
Then there were arguments,
Fights and disputes,
Next thing that you know there were bombs and shoots,
Wars occurred and lives were lost,
All because of that little loss.
January 11th, 2010 at 2:44 pm
Hot head
How my head is burning,
And my ear is in flames,
I can’t even remember my name!
It is misery just sitting here,
With a fever of a fire,
I feel the cold air in my flaring nostrils,
I get cold, then hot,
Like a ticking clock,
When will it end?
This fever won’t stop.
January 11th, 2010 at 2:55 pm
Sadness
Not even love could pull me through this hatred and goo,
Friends betray you,
Push you out of their ‘circle’
But do you have backups, more people,
I feel like I don’t have a “heart anymore,”
All was replaced with nothingness,
Love was ripped away only a whole to stay,
Wonder if you would have done that if I wasn’t here,
No one could see you,
I wouldn’t care,
Again you leave me out of the circle,
Two people lonely together,
And whose friend is going to come to the rescue?
Why can’t you leave me alone?
Why can’t I be myself?
You see,
Love,
Friendship,
And honor apart,
Where is your heart?
January 15th, 2010 at 2:22 pm
Metal
A rusty red,
Lines the street corner,
All the dead,
Lay on the ground,
All you can hear,
Are silent screams,
All you can see,
Is crushed buildings,
All you know,
Is your own life,
All you want,
Is time to be relaxed,
All you need,
Is more time,
Metal crushes you,
And all you want,
Is life.
January 15th, 2010 at 2:31 pm
No Ideal
The lights blind me,
I look away,
The world’s watching,
Is what they say,
The doctor screams,
I’m alive,
All I have to do,
Is open one eye,
Mom and dad,
Are sitting here,
The beeping continues,
Or so I hear,
The night falls away,
Only to reveal a cloud of gray,
Life continues,
No motion is coming,
Questions are asked,
Am I recovering?
The woman is smiling,
The boy is bouncing with joy,
Mother’s here,
It will be okay,
Her teeth glimmer as she says,
Oh darling, are you alright?
My brain,
Is on autopilot,
My life,
Is no delay,
I have no ideal,
Is all I have to say,
The lights,
They flick away,
The relaxing touch,
Is ripped silently away,
And my life,
Slips away.