Gingerbread House

Posted December 18, 2013 & filed under Notebook.

I love to make gingerbread houses

because I can eat while I work

I use gummy bears and M&Ms

and lots of sprinkles everywhere

Marshmallows make perfect snow

and icing keeps it all together

except the year when it fell apart

By Jazz, 3rd grade

Holiday Craziness

Posted November 30, 2011 & filed under Notebook.

It’s beginning to look a lot like…



Moms going crazy

Kids out of their minds

Dads clueless

Some snow mixed with



Credit cards

It’s beginning….

By Ben, 7th grade

Dream of a Happy Place

Posted November 15, 2011 & filed under Notebook.

It is not a thing of the past.

This place exists.

You can see it, feel it.

Paradise is forever.

Ready, set, indulge.

Live for greatness.

Give the world life.

by Aryanna, 5th grade

Cooking Away

Posted November 24, 2010 & filed under Notebook.

I watch my mom
cooking away,
her mind full of delicious
recipes. I find
her face full of concentration;
my own, full of delight
at the sweet smells
wafting up my nose.
I watch hungrily as
she puts in the last
ingredient and stirs it with
a wooden ladle.
She scoops it out into
a small bowl and hands
it to me.
I take it greedily,
but eat it slowly,
each ingredient rubbing
on my tongue.

By Julia, 5th grade

Where I’m From

Posted December 22, 2007 & filed under Notebook.

I am from toys,
from turkey and chicken.
I am from the garage.
(Relaxing, peaceful
I hear the birds singing.)
I am from roses,
beautiful and colorful
Christmas dinner I
as if I made it myself.
I’m from Christmas and being smart,
from Elvis and Isis.
I’m from liking pizza and always having someone to talk to,
from do your homework and be good in school.
I’m from Catholicism, we believe in God and
the tradition is to go to church
I’m from Houston, Texas, Guatemala and El Salvador,
tortillas and rice.
From my great-great grandmother who
is the image of the family
to my grandpa’s wife who is not really my grandma.elvis_wallpaper1024_1.jpg
Under my mom’s bed there was an
album of pictures;
they all had smiling faces.

by Carina, 3rd Grade