Thursday, August 24, 2006

Oh Pluto. I'm still with ya, big guy.

Did you hear? Some smarty pantses out in Prague decided to strip Pluto of its planetary status. We're down to 8 now. Can you name them all? Can I? Oh, I certainly hope so.

Earth um Mars um Venus um Mercury um Uranus um Saturn um Jupiter um um uhhhhhhhh I probably should have gone in order. Oh yeah, and Neptune. Phew. I pass 4th grade science. Yayyyy!

I thought our universe was supposed to be expanding? Not constricting. In fact, I know a family that lives down the street from me who was seriously considering going to Pluto next summer for their vacation. They were all like "Oh yeah, you gotta go to Pluto! It's the furthest planet!" Now they won't even look at it through their high-powered telescopes. All the Plutonian brochures have vanished from their house. It's so sad.

If you all feel like I do, and you want to see Pluto get it's planetary status back, then leave a comment below or write to word@weeklyreader.com. Once I get 100,000 concerned readers on my side, I'll print out all your letters and shoot them off in a rocketship to the farthest reaches of the universe. Together, we can give Pluto it's 248 orbital years back!


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Bryon    Posted by
Bryon
on 8/24/2006
12:29 PM
 Wednesday, August 23, 2006

Is it June yet?

Welcome back to school! Are you back yet? I may be jumping the gun a little here. When do you start?

A) This week
B) Next week
C) After Labor Day
D) I'm never goin' back, man! Never!!!

Take it easy, partner. I'm just curious. The whole gosh darn educational world is curious!

Next week is WORD's birthday. You can send your birthday wishes to word@weeklyreader.com. If you're new here, welcome. We usually have more to say than this.


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Bryon    Posted by
Bryon
on 8/23/2006
4:07 PM
 Tuesday, August 22, 2006

- Poem by Kat Lucas, Grade 10

I was once lost amidst the brambles
my only shelter—
the heat of the jungle

my úarîra
once ran among the elephants
my hair a wild mass of tangles
dangling over a dirt-smeared face
riding on the backs of my
friends, i abused my body

my manasa
clouded by the tendrils of
mist that weave their way through the branches of
twisted tress
splashing around the cool water
I could not comprehend the meaning of kala

my jîva
could not express how
alone
I felt as the elephants slept peacefully,
I pleaded to the stars, let my spirit fly!
let me glide among the clouds and be free of the boa constricting my soul!

my cry was answered—
kala found me

out of the jungle family came
bearing dayâ. gently they
spoke with me and my soul soared on the
wings of the heron

together we are one, our spirits bound by the
power of the stars


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StudentWriter    Posted by
StudentWriter
on 8/22/2006
4:49 PM
 Saturday, August 19, 2006

      Hi everyone!  Sorry it's been a while since my last entry; I just got moved into college and the past few weeks have been a flurry of packing and unpacking boxes and getting my new room situated.  I'm taking my first Creative Writing class -- Intro to Fiction -- this semester, and I'm excited to share my experiences with all of you!

         Summer always makes me think of kids' lemonade stands. Just last week we drove by a lemonade stand -- and my dad bought out their whole inventory.  He's always supported youngsters who dream.  And he's taught my brother and I to do the same.  Granted, I'm only a sophomore in college, and my brother is just a junior in high school -- but to elementary school students, we are Role Models.  I write notes of congratulations and encouragement to young writers I read about in the newspaper who have won writing contests, and I teach writing camps for kids during the summer.  My brother, a cross-country runner, cheers on kids at youth track meets. 

         In the same spirit, I want to tell you about a book I just read by young writer Baxter Graham.  I met Baxter when he contacted me through my website, and he sent me a copy of his children's book, Old King Stinky Toes.  I was blown away!  Every so often you discover one of those rare books that really speaks to you, that rejuvenates you, that you finish reading and promptly turn back to page one and start reading again because you loved it so much.  For me, Old King Stinky Toes is one of those books.

        Baxter is only eleven years old, but he already has figured out how to tell a great story!  This picture book, written in rhyme, is about a "good and kind king" ... except for one thing: his toes stink!  His subjects make fun of him, which upsets the king.  This story of Old King Stinky Toes is a humorous tale with a bigger life lesson: embracing all of yourself – even your "stink" – and turning disadvantages into advantages.  Combined with beautiful illustrations by Baxter's teacher James R. Martin, this is a gem of a book that will have you smiling from ear to ear.

         You can order your very own copy online at www.drumstickmedia.com.
 
         Think about it: who can you be a mentor to?  Oh, and before summer ends, don't forget to stop by a lemonade stand or two -- I promise you'll make a kid's day!

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Dallas    Posted by
Dallas
on 8/19/2006
9:32 PM


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