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Volume 5, Issue
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Back To
School By Eddie Martinez It was back to school week for ALC students, staff and students alike were excited for what wonderful things this school year has in store for them. I was curious to know what some people thought of coming back to school, so I interviewed a few people to find out what people think of it, here's what some of them had to say. "Summer flew by like a jet, but other than that school gives me a chance to expand my knowledge of the outside world," said newcomer at the ALC, Ben. We also asked him how he felt about the ALC and he said, "Its different from the High School, they got nicer teachers, a better curriculum, and nicer peers" Another new student, Saul, had this to say "I feel weird but it doesn't matter because I got another chance to get a diploma.” We also asked him how he felt about the ALC, and he had this to say. "I've never heard of it, but I think I'm going to have success here." "I'm so excited because I finally get to graduate, get to be with my friends, and meet new people," said a very joyful and excited Ana. (Continuesnext column)
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Mr. Hyvari'a creative writing class
Wow, I was impressed by how happy people actually where to be back in school. As a matter of fact, I also feel good to be back in school for the last time. I will be graduating this year, and I hope this will be a good year for students, for staff, and for me.
The pencil sharpening really began in Mr. Hyvari'a English class. Our first big assignment was for each student to write a poem about the senses they experienced around the ALC.
We all went outside and wrote poetry about any random thing that we saw, from a green tree to an old garbage can. It didn't matter what kind of poem it was. The only requirement was for the students to use their creative minds, and to describe the things they saw, smelled, felt, heard, and tasted. You can read our work on the following pages... |
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Around The ALC David Miranda
An old decrepit baseball field that’s been there for decades
waving in the direction that the wind is blowing People strolling happily past the beach Gas guzzlers as they roll by Whiskey Ditch Paul’s shiny new shoes Church bells as they swing back and forth Paul’s chatter and disturbing laughter Cars tires as they pass over bumps and cracks in the road Noisy dump trucks as they pick up the neighborhoods nasty garbage The warm sun on my back The soothing wind on my bald head The tag on the back
of my shirt digging into The downy from my freshly watched clothes The nasty aftertaste of orange juice and tooth paste in my mouth from this morning |
ALC Sights By John Reck
Dirty pavement, cracked and broken by time. A cold metal fence, it looks as if it could surround a penitentiary. A beautiful tree, standing tall like a green giant. A tired old car, which could have once been beautiful. Dead weeds sticking out from the black earth. The mundane hum of the old air conditioner. A sports car purring its way down the busy street. A calm wind, gently caressing the trees. Crickets hiding in the dark, chirping the day away. The hard pen in my hand, creating unique sentences. The plastic table on my arms, a rough, abrasive surface. A gentle wind on my neck, cooling me slightly. Fresh air, from the green trees, and blue lake. Fall is coming, when the air gets thick and musty. The sweat from a hard work out at the gym. |
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What makes the ALC…? By Victoria Luna
Four guys hunched on the bleachers, The A/C humming even though the rooms are steaming, A cool breeze coming from the air passing by, The body spray the girls sprayed on this morning, And the spearmint gum I’m chewing on even though I shouldn’t have any.
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The green leaves on the
top of the trees 
my skin
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Harley Dancing By Anonymous
A Harley Davidson sitting there waiting to ride the open road. The skate park empty with no skaters because the starting of school. A tree swaying and dancing along with the breeze. A stem that fell onto the table from the tree above. Water dripping off of the air conditioner onto the ground that is cooled below. Crickets chirping in the far, far distance. The wind whistling all around me. The air conditioner blowing into the building cooling it off from the summer heat. The birds calling out to their young ones. The fresh yet not so clean air brushing against me. The sent of the on coming rain. A hint of pine in the air as I work. The breeze on the back of my neck sending chills down my spine. A headache coming to the front of my head straight into my eyes. Cobalt 5 gum like the taste of winter in my mouth.
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Things... By Omar Campos
I taste the minty flavor of the greenish spearmint gum that is watering in my mouth I hear crickets making noise, while I hear a low toned but yet loud horn from the train passing bye. I hear foot steps of the children while they walk on the gravely dirty road. I hear the sound of the singing church bells as it’s carried by the blowing wind. I feel the wind blowing I feel the hot sun on my back as its rays penetrate my shirt. I feel the hard rough bench as I sit on its brown woody surface. |
hidden in the brown
decaying leaves.
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The Five Senses By Ben Matias
The rust sitting on the car corroding with age. A motorcycle gleaming in the hot summer sun waiting anxiously to be taken out. The dry grass pouncing with grace on the table. The gentle movement of a hand brushing against a piece of paper. The leaves blowing gracefully with the gentle and calm wind. The birds singing their carols to the heavens from the canopy of the corroding tree. The rumbling sensation of the air conditioner blowing out chilling air. The wind hitting my shirt flapping with the wind The rough bumpiness of the table my arms are sitting on The small blades of grass rubbing against my finger tips The damp grass that has already been mowed. The agonizing toxicity of the car engine passing by me. The gum in my mouth with the flavor fading away.
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See, Hear, Feel, Smell, Taste By Ana Bergara
A white dirty car with 4 tires and missing hubcap. The wet green grass being stepped on by people. The sun being covered behind the clouds. Students walking past the school for gym class. Paula driving up in her red van and parking it. The wind brushing the trees. The birds singing on top of the trees. The crickets rubbing their wings together. The air conditioner that is turned on in the classroom. The hard bench that I am sitting on. The white loosely paper that I am writing on. The hard pen that I am writing with. Body spray that someone has sprayed. The gum of mint that I am chewing. The Now and Later that is melting in my mouth. |
Day Outside By Michelle Markman
A tree grows out of another tree trunk as if it were soil. Two flies mating. Insects search deep in the grass. The buzz of a crickets coming from the shadows of the propane tanks. birds singing, not knowing where there tunes coming from. The wind in my hair while writing. Heaviness of the air when the wind stops blowing. Moisture in the grass from the past rainfall. Exhaust fume trail from a boom truck passing by |
Clumps of freshly cut
green grass lay on top of the picnic table.
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Outside the ALC By Anonymous
I see Iverson strolling down the street, towards the school, coming back from his walk. I see the bright, long, green grass that needs to be cut. I see John’s big light blue and dark blue van parked in the school parking lot. I see two baby blue tanks fenced on the side of the school. I see Toby wearing a red shirt, sitting in a blue chair in front of the office. I hear crickets singing while they hide in the long green grass. I hear the train go choo choo all the way on the other side of town. I hear the kids cheering merrily while they play basketball in the gym. I feel the itching on my leg from the other night I got bit by mosquito’s. I can feel the chilly breeze go through my legs as I stand and do my work. I feel the smooth, green, rubber thing on my pen. I can smell the smooth smelling spray Paula let Carla use. I smell the minty bubble gum coming from Carla’s mouth. I taste the purple Now & Later in my mouth.
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Describe in Words By Saul Hunton
I see the tree bark in a colorful pattern
I see the rusting of a metal fence as it goes throughout its days I see the soft bright green grass as it moves along with the cold steady breeze I see the students strolling across the park as they speak to each other I see the birds flying above in a zig zag pattern as they approach the nearest tree I hear the girls chattering and laughing throughout the period I hear the friction of a cars tires as they role over the street I hear the insects high pitch chirp as they communicate in their own understanding I hear the low constant hum of the air conditioner as it runs non stop throughout the day I feel the cold breeze flowing around me like water I feel the heat off the air condition as it exhales its exhaust into the open I feel the softness of the pencil as I hold it in order to write this sentence I smell the leaves as they decompose I smell the aroma off the people that pass by me I taste the bubble gum I’m chewing, a taste of green apple |
of green and grey as
it ages
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Outside the ALC By Paul Martinez
I see the green apple tree, behind the ALC I see the dead end street where my heart use to be. I see the fresh painted park, with the newly planted tree with fresh bark. I see green grass and Mrs.Moser teaching Remundo About Mass I hear cars passing by, as I take a deep sigh I hear people talking, when Mr.Iverson is walking I hear annoying crickets, so I let my dog out to “sick it” I feel the hot sun and I feel like having some fun
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The Outside By Reymundo Cerda
The students walking the silver bench just sitting there. the big tall tree. the tall green grass. the big bright sun. the loud car passing by. the wind pushing against my ears. the big loud church bells. the bench as I sit on it. the air as it hits me. my shoes as I step with them. the nice smelling nature. the chicken grilling on the grill. the tasty grass. |
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The Different Senses of the By Eddie Martinez
Bright green blades of grass fold in the wind. A white car banged up by time. Students walking in slow motion. Orange basketball hoop with a ripped and worn out net. Old rusty garbage can that looks like it got painted rusty orange by time. Girls chatting like annoying chipmunks. Crickets screeching loudly but gently from the shadows of the grass. Trees making the sound of a crowd going wild on a championship game. A car passes by with its engine roaring like a caged lion. I am now darker thanks to the blazing heat of the sun burning the back of my neck. The gentle fresh breeze hits my smooth hair. I’m irritated by the itchy sensation of a previous mosquito bite. As I step outside, the fresh aroma of the moist grass hits my nose. The evil stench of the polluted exhaust from the car punches me right in the nose. The minty freshness is still in my mouth even after I spit out the gum I was chewing. |
Outside By Nya biliu
My necklace hangs heavy on my neck and every time I move I think it’s going to cut. My classmates are so loud I asked them to quit so we can make MR. H proud. A dog from across the road sounds like he is chasing a mouse by the ugly house. The cars on the road sound like dirt bikes or someone falling from a mountain hiking. Mr. H. sounds like an old man that has no teeth, The soap on my hand smells just like the apple from the tree but even better. |
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