ROOM 110 – The most awesome 7th graders —- ever!

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The Coolest Pencil Ever – Pic from Matt H p4 with a special mention to Chris V and Max H


Beautiful Photography by Liam B p 7!

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Cool Logos by Ethan W p7!

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Emma D’s Free Write

Once upon a time…


First there was a god


Then there was a world


First there was a boy


Then there was a girl


First there was the sky


And them there was the sea


First there was Adam


Then there was eve


First there was yellow


And then there was blue


First there was me,


And then there was you



Natalie C’s Great Freewrite!

You may say I’m a dreamer but I’m not the only one. When we dream we’re in a new place we’re in our own head and we just get to forget. But there are people who care to much to just dream without their head among their thoughts. Stop taking what they say seriously, they don’t know you, you do. And if they try to define you they are either jealous or they care to much about what others think. I hope some day you’ll join us and the world will be as one.

Victorian Slang


A society word meaning “smart.” Forrester demonstrates the usage: “The goods are not ‘afternoonified’ enough for me.”


A figure of speech used to describe drunken men. “He’s very arf’arf’an’arf,” Forrester writes, “meaning he has had many ‘arfs,’” or half-pints of booze.


Thieves used this term to indicate that they wanted “to go out the back way.”


An 1850 term for sausages, “because no man but the maker knows what is in them. … The ‘bag’ refers to the gut which contained the chopped meat.” Read More…

Poem from Bianca Period 4

Poem from Pleia p4


By Pleia H

They walk among us
But no one sees them
We say we help
But we don’t
They are the forgotten
They are the lonely
But unlike you, they have nobody
When they cry out
No one can hear them
When they try to reach out
No one is there
When they go
We mourn
We really have no idea

Poem from Bianca – period 4