Harbor Lights 2020-21 by Harbor Day

2020 - 2021

harbor lights A CELEBRATION of the

LITERARY

& VISUAL ARTS

of HARBOR DAY SCHOOL

OUR MISSION Harbor Day School provides an academically challenging, well-balanced education in a nurturing and inclusive family-centered environment. Our faculty inspires curiosity and a desire to learn, and cultivates in students the confidence, strong moral character, and perseverance to thrive. We celebrate diversity and traditions, value collaboration and innovation, and cherish our community and the lifelong relationships developed.

HEAD OF SCHOOL Angi Evans ‘75

DIRECTOR OF COMMUNICATIONS Noelle Becker

EDITOR Amy Meyer

ASSOCIATE EDITORS Chatom Arkin Noelle Becker Justin Kerr Heather Schmid Emily Shea

ART DIRECTORS Stacey Hammond Leslie Yagar

PHOTOGRAPHY Sargeant Creative

DESIGN

ON THE COVER

primate design

Fifth Grade Sunflower Collaboration

H A R B O R

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Y A C E L E B R A T I O N of the

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Kindergarten Ms. Hogan

Mia Flesher

K I N D E R G A R T E N

SEE LIKE A POET

BALLOONS

Arvin Mahmoudoff

Mia Flesher

I see a donut,

Balloons are as squishy

as round as a soccer ball.

as stuffed animals

I see a bear’s claws,

Balloons can be

as sharp as a pencil.

Many colors

I see a giraffe,

Red, orange,

as tall as an elephant.

Yellow, green, blue

I see a beanbag chair,

Purple, black, gray

as soft as a stuffed toy.

Brown and pink

When I see things,

Balloons go

they look like others.

Pop, pop, pop

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H O G A N

My eyes see poems.

Mia Flesher

ICE CREAM Lily Shepherdson

Ice cream is pink like cotton candy. Ice cream is orange like popsicles. Ice cream is violet like flowers. Ice cream is blue like raindrops. Ice cream is black like a dark room. Ice cream is white like vanilla. Lick, lick, lick. It’s dripping. Sweet. I ate it all!

Lily Shepherdson

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STORM

Lily Palazzola

Rhyker Hill

Hazel eyes

Crash, crash, crash

Like a green slimy monster

Spin, spin, spin

Benjamin Yim

A girl

I see thunder

Angry

Brown hair

In the deep, dark clouds

Angry like you are

Brown as a guitar

Thump, thump, thump

About to explode

Play soccer

I see lightning

Like a log of fire is burning

Kick with my laces

Yellow like a crayon

Inside you

Score a goal

Coloring in the sky

Like water boiling

Two sisters

I see rain

Inside you

Do funny things

Little drops of water

It’s a normal feeling

Joke around

Splish, splash

Your throat tightens up

A friend

I see a spinning tornado

You fight with your

Help others

Spinning like a Beyblade

Brother or sister

Laugh

Storm

Angry

Rhyker Hill

Lily Palazzola 4

H A R B O R D AY S C H O O L

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ANGRY

Benjamin Yim

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MY RED, RED RUBY Esme Tran

My red, red ruby Is red as a rose

POOL

Shiny like metal

John Wang

RAIN

And

Splash, sploosh, sploot

Eddie Arkin-Horowitz

Pretty as a diamond

Swim in the pool

Sploosh, splash, splashity, splash

Swim in the sky

Raindrops falling

My red, red ruby

Boom

Tip, tap, tip, tap

Is red as a ladybug

Cannonball!

Faster

And

Splash, sploosh, sploot

Thunder, lightning

Pretty as a pearl

Jump in

Boom

Like a pencil

This can’t be happening

Dive in the water

How, how, how?

Picked it up

Splash my brother

Sploosh, splash, splashity, splash

Excited

He splashes me

Shhhhhhh

Shiny like a star

Special to me Found it in my house

Esme Tran

John Wang

Eddie Arkin-Horowitz

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FRUIT Avery Foster

Fruit smells yummy Smells good Like a flower Red, sweet apples Juicy oranges Banana feels soft When you chomp it Sour kiwis Tiny blueberries Cute and little Watermelons

Avery Foster

A frozen popsicle Grapes Different colors Green and purple Happy MAD Aria Dinan

POPCORN Cade Becker

I had a cookie. My sister ate it.

Popcorn can pop

I had a cupcake.

From a popcorn machine.

My sister ate it.

Popcorn smells like salt.

I had a cake.

I can see popcorn.

My sister ate it.

It looks like a puffy ball.

I got so mad.

Bright white,

So mad.

Butter yellow,

My eyebrows scrunched.

I’m sticking my tongue out.

My eyes were mad.

I taste the popcorn.

I stomped on the floor.

Happy feelings.

Angry face. I chased her.

BALLOONS William Horne

I have ten balloons Oh no! One pops I have nine balloons Oh no! Three pop No! All of my balloons pop! It is like a rainbow Waaa! I blow up a gold balloon Yay! I jump up And down

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RAIN Everleigh Parkin

Shhhhh Plip, plop, tip, tap Boom! Bang! Drip, drip I peer out the window Plip, plop Splosh, splish I go outside Wish, woosh Zip, zap I jump in the puddles

Everleigh Parkin

Wishy, wish, wish Splishy, splash I see a rainbow

WAV E S Emery Werner

DONUT

Big waves in the sea

Liv Alston

Woosh, woosh, woosh

A donut is soft A donut is sweet Sprinkle, sprinkle, sprinkle Soft as cotton candy Sweet as a marshmallow Sprinkle, sprinkle, sprinkle I lick the frosting It’s all, all Gone

Big waves, little waves BUTTERFLIES

Like spinning tornados

Summer Watson

I run on the beach

Butterflies can fly

I splash in the waves

Flap their wings

Splish, woosh, woosh

A rainbow

I feel the sand

Fly everywhere

under my toes

Go to a house

Watery and squishy like play dough

Go to a place

And I splash in the waves

Go to a tent Flap their wings Fast as a rabbit Happy

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ICE CREAM Liam Antilla

I went to a store Guess what I bought? Vanilla, chocolate

“ I wish lots of kids get Legos.” –Liam Antilla

Strawberry, blueberry

STORMS

Raspberry, peach

Tobey Sonenshine

On top of a cone

Boom, crash!

How many flavors?

Boom, crash!

Cold, cold

The lights are out

It spills on the sidewalks

Crash!

Drip, drip, drip

Lightning, zap, zap

Like rain

Blue light

No!

Gives power

It melted

Drip, drop Splash, splash I am sad Can’t go outside Boom, crash! Boom, crash!

LEGOS Hunter Wilks

Black and brown pieces Put them together A motor, wheels, A tiny headlight Make a motorcycle Wow! That is so cool! Can it move? Turn the motor on Wow! It goes so fast! Like a rocketship Vroom

H A R B O R D AY S C H O O L

Hunter Wilks

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TENNIS BALL Celestine Pieter

Tennis ball, tennis ball Trying to find you Where are you? Where, oh where? Flying like a rocket Hitting with a Boom, boom, boom

Celestine Pieter Flying over the net Back and forth Tennis ball, tennis ball Boom

SPLOSH Campbell Budge

I am in the pool. Splish, splash, sploosh. Under, under, “ I wish all kids in the world could have a happy family.” –Celestine Pieter

Kick, kick, Splash. Get out. Have a drink. Go back in. Cannonball! Swim like a dolphin. Twist, twist, Splish, splash, sploosh!

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Kindergarten Ms. Lange

Flynn Williams

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M O U T H WA S H Reagan Forth

Clean teeth now Wash, wash Splash, splash Squiggle around Grrrrr Spit! It tastes like mint bubbles Clean teeth now

Reagan Forth

SANDY BEACH

RACECAR

C R AY O N S

Flynn Williams

Willem van Akkeren

Sloane Smith

Swish, swish

Vroom

I am a blue crayon

A racecar is as fast

Beautiful shells in the sand

As a rocket ship

Seagulls fly in the sky

Vroom

Woosh, woosh

A racecar is as fast

I hear seagulls cawing

As a fighter jet

The sun shines like butter

Vroom

Swish, swish!

A racecar is as fast

The ocean goes

As a lightning bolt

Crash, crash

Flat

When the waves crash

Orange and blue

Ahh!

Racing on the track

My eyes see two crabs I feel sand between my little toes

Vroom!

Don’t color with me Please color with a pink crayon I don’t want to color that dinosaur! Please No, no, no You’re drawing too hard Don’t break me Now what are you doing? Please don’t take my wrapper off me RRRIP! No, no, no I don’t want to be colored with again!

I count the dolphins and sharks I make sandcastles like tall buildings I love the beach H A R B O R L I G H T S L I T E R A RY A N D V I S U A L A RT S J O U R N A L

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DOGS Cora Mumford

Woof, woof! Dogs are strong and fierce And some dogs are cuddly Oh, hi dog! Woof, woof! I’ll pet you in your pen I feel happy I know you are happy too Woof, woof!

Cora Mumford

Love you Bye, bye See you tomorrow Woof, woof!

C H O C O L AT E C O O K I E Dilan Pier

I am a peaceful cookie DING! It is time to go Inside the hot oven I am a peaceful cookie Yay! I like being a peaceful cookie DING! It is time to get Out of the oven Yay! Oh, no! Crunch, crunch NO! NO! NO! I am NOT a peaceful cookie Now I am just a piece of a cookie!

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DINOSAUR Leo Graham

Roar! I see a dinosaur Stomping through trees Like a saw Cutting them down Boom, boom! The trees fall Roar!

Leo Graham

The dinosaur eats A stegosaurus Chomp, chomp! Ahh! The dinosaur is chasing me Roar!

FLOWERS Everly Wang

Buzzz! Bees are on flowers Woosh, woosh! The wind is blowing the flowers Woosh, woosh! Like trees swaying back and forth Woosh! Drip, drop Uh, oh, it is raining Boom! The bees are scared They go home Boom! Yay! It stopped raining

Everly Wang

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YELLOW Addi Williams

Yellow Is the color of the sun That helps keep me warm Yellow Tastes like a sour lemon Squishing in my mouth Yellow Looks like the color Of the dark, starry sky Yellow Sounds like a big, tall giraffe Crunching on tasty, yummy leaves Yellow Smells like mustard In my tasty turkey sandwiches Yellow

Blakely Johnson

Feels like my hair Stuck together with string

I PA D Blakely Johnson

Beep, boop, bop Hi, my name is iPad I like when people Play on me TURN ME ON Now Yay! You turned me on What game are you going to play? I don’t like that game It has monsters They’re going to eat me TURN ME OFF Beep, boop, bop “ I wish for love for all the people in my life I see.” –Addi Williams

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AT T H E B E A C H Landon Dowers

I see the Mokuluas I hear palm trees swaying TRAMPOLINE

And waves crashing

Preston Davis

Babam! I smell the fresh air

Boing, boing

And the ocean

Jumping up and down

I taste coconut

Zoom, zoom

I’m like the sun shining down

Fly high

With happiness

Like a jet Shoom, shoom, shoom Air rushing all around Boom, boom

Addi Williams

Feet stomping on the net Like a monkey in a forest Jumping up and down Zoom, zoom I am happy

YELLOW Coco Chiao

Yellow! Flash! The color of a dazzling cupcake The smell of lemon juice Yellow! I can see a star glittering all day Hearts flying around Flashing all day Hey, look, a yellow cupcake!

Coco Chiao

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Addie Smith

UMBRELLA Addie Smith

Addie Smith

I’m an umbrella Please don’t get me wet Drip, drip

MY EPIC FORT

Hey, you got me wet!

Jackson Danaher

Drip, drip Give me a towel now Drip, drip Hey, you got me wet again! Drip, drip I’m mad at you

Incredible Epic fort Made out of white blankets It is like a snowy mountain A jumbo Lego house That I put together Good job! It is amazing It is a zoo With cuddly stuffed animals inside Good job! We’re done

D AY I N T H E D E S E R T Clinton Hackett

I get in the pool Plop, plop I am happy Splash! Now I am hungry I will have a hamburger Munch, munch! I get back in the pool Plop, plop I want to go in the jacuzzi Splash!

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THE FIELD Andrew Hoffman

People running Crunch, crunch! Let’s play soccer Dribble, dribble! GOAL! What shall we play next? Baseball! Safe, out, home run! Wow, I love the field

Andrew Hoffman

DASHER

M A D H AV E N Haven Brigham

SNOW

Errrrrr!

Owen Sung

I’m super mad

A frozen cloud

My cousin stole my toy!

On the ground

I’m mad

Cold marshmallows

My uncle stole my drink!

In the air

I’m mad

Brr, brr, brr!

My mom stole my gum!

Like a white

I’m mad

Piece of paper

My dad stole my hat!

BRR!

I’m super mad

Like frosting raining

I’m mad about everything

From the sky

Errrrrr!

Like a cold blanket

Like a volcano erupting

BRR, BRR, BRR!

Ana Michalovsky

Jingle bells ringing Ring, ring! Reindeer running Through the sky Giving presents Ring, ring! Reindeer hooves crunch Through the snow Giving presents To everyone Even you Ring, ring!

So cold I feel cold BRR!

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SCISSORS Grady Root

Scissors are like An alligator in a river Chomping a paper fish Chomp, chomp! Scissors are like Two knives in the kitchen Cutting a paper pickle Chop, chop! Scissors are like A dinosaur in the jungle Gulping a big piece of meat Gulp, gulp! Yum! “ I wish for the environment to be safe.” –Charlotte Stone

THE CHAIR Charlotte Stone

Hi, I am a chair Phew! No one is sitting on me Hey, who are you? Hey, don’t sit on me! I was so calm! Hey, you are SO Heavy! Creak, creak, creak! Get off!

“ I wish everyone had good teachers so they can learn a lot of stuff.” –Grady Root

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le can be “ I wish that all peop Hoffman in peace.” –Andrew H A R B O R L I G H T S L I T E R A RY A N D V I S U A L A RT S J O U R N A L

First Grade HDS SISTER Sage Ward

We call her Gigi My parents knew In the morning I did not know It was true Until the night Tears dripping down my face Everyone remembered her We all miss her and cry

Adam Jin

F I R S T

G R A D E

DEAR MOM, Can I have a kitty? I would play with it. I would feed it and love it. I will brush its fur and sleep with it. I promise to be very responsible. Do you think this is a good idea? We can name it Felix, Jr. I hope you will let me.

Calvin Thomson

From, Calvin Thomson P.S. Thank you!

A L L A B O U T C AT S

THE BEACH

THE LEGEND OF DOGS

Caroline Kirkowski

James McDonald

Cammie Suplizio

Cats are very good climbers. They will climb on walls, trees, and sometimes people. Their nails are very sharp. They can go through wood.

Seashells

Dogs, of course, eat. But remember, dogs do not eat human food. Dogs eat their own special food. Also, humans do NOT eat dog food. If a dog eats human food or a human eats dog food, they will get really sick!

Water The beach is fun Crabs People

Cats are very helpful. They hunt for dinner. They hunt anything small. Do not worry if you have a cat. Also, cats can ring the doorbell.

So much fun Friends at the beach Even more fun!

H OW TO F E E D A PA N DA Ryder Workman

First, get a panda costume. (Tip: This is because you do not want to scare him.) Then, go to China. Next, get bamboo. Finally, find a panda and hand the bamboo to him.

Luke Robinson HARBOR LIGHTS LITERARY AND VISUAL ARTS JOURNAL

F I R S T

G R A D E

DEAR EVERYONE, I think Pitfire has the best pizza. It is amazing. It’s the most awesome pizza in the world. Let me tell you why. It’s very cheap. It comes with a full-sized cookie. It is cheesy, but not too cheesy. It’s bready, but not too bready. It’s saucy, but not too saucy. Also, they have fast delivery! Your Pizza Loving Friend, Coco Geiler Allen

Reid Manfred

D E A R C R AY O N C O M P A N Y, I think you should make a new color. I get bored drawing with the same colors every time. I want you to add some flair to your colors. Sincerely, Eddie Chapman

Connor Slavik

DEAR MRS. MEYER, I think we should be allowed to get two books from the library because we have been doing so much hard work during distance learning. Also, we are really good at reading. Let’s get two books! Love, Dempsey Olsen

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H U H , W H AT ? Asha Sharma

Huh, what? What in the world is going on? Bam, crash! Is there a wrecking ball? Huh, what? Do I hear something? Bam, crash, boom! WHAT IS GOING ON?! Oh, it’s just a bell.

Asha Sharma

N AT U R E Aiden Zhou

Leaves crunch Trees swish Wind blows Whoosh Grass goes Shhhhhh Branches go Crack Nature is the best

Emily Lopez

Harper Lee

Kaley Tiwari

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G R A D E

DEAR MOM, I’m thinking you and I should bake more cookies together. Why? Because we can try more flavors, we can have more fun, we can dance, we can sing in the kitchen, and I get to lick the spoon and the mixer. Your Cookie Maker, Paige Hanke

Paige Hanke

I recommend The Family Book for you and your family. I give it five stars. You can read it with your little brother or sister. It is funny and sweet. It makes me feel really happy and safe. I hope you read it. Leila Batniji

Charlotte Peykoff

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Leila Batniji

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L E T ’ S G O TO PA R K C I T Y Cassin Tippett

If you go hiking in the summer, you might want to go in the morning. Don’t forget to get water and a snack. In the summer you can go see national parks. You will see cool rocks and arches. You will see the cracks in the rocks.

Cassin Tippett

ALL ABOUT BEARS Audrey Lal

Bears live in families. The mom bear looks after the baby. The dad goes hunting. Ouch! Their teeth are as sharp as a knife. Bears are cool! Bears can be brown, black, and white. Bears can be spotted and striped, but the striped and spotted bears do not have to be the same. Bears have tails, too.

Audrey Lal

Connor Slavik

Beau Peterson

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Second Grade

McCall Morgan

S E C O N D

G R A D E

Na tali e Tao The place I love is Harbor Day School. I love it because it is amazing. I see my classroom and welcoming teachers. I hear Mrs. Porter ringing the bell. I also hear my classmates chatting. I smell the cheeseburgers in the TK Burger truck. I taste my snack and lunch. I feel my desk in front of me. I have been here for three years and it has always been fun. Hadley Davis

The place I love is my house. I see my mom cooking, my dog playing, and my sisters watching television in the playroom. I hear my dog barking, my dad on a call, and my mom saying “yes” to everything my sisters want. My house smells sweet, but it also smells like my dog’s stinky toys. My mom is making mac and cheese. It tastes delicious. I taste cotton candy and Reese’s peanut butter cups. I feel my dog’s silky fur, my warm bed, and my smooth couch. I love my house more than anything. McCall Morgan

McCall Morgan

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The change I want to see in the world is for girls to be treated the same way boys are treated. Girls can do the same things boys can do, and sometimes girls can do much more. I am going to make that change in the world and I am going to fight for it really hard. Maria Landy

Maria Landy

A mí me gusta ir a Tampico mucho porque yo puedo ver carros haciendo ruido y personas haciendo ruido. Puedo oír companas de Navidad. Puedo tocar nopales espinosos y una mesa plana. Puedo oler gasolina y el aire salado. Puedo comer comida picosa, deliciousa y crujiente. ¡Esta es la razón por la cuala mí me gusta Tampico!

Al ex Ca wt ho n

Peace is humming “We Wish You a Merry Christmas.”

I really like to go to Tampico because I can see cars making noise and people making noise. I can hear Christmas bells ringing. I can touch a prickly cactus and a flat table. I can eat spicy, delicious, and crunchy food. This is why I like Tampico!

Peace is napping in my bed.

Roge Pier

Peace is taking a bath with my toys. Peace is snuggling my dog when she is under the covers. Peace is Lego building with my brothers.

Beckham Butcher

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WHERE I’M FROM Max McCormick

I am from a penny cube From Lego and football I am from the white, square house Active, crazy, fun I am from purple flowers that smell good From Grandpa and Dad I’m from telling the truth From helping other people and listening I’m from Christmas, Thanksgiving

P re sl ey P ie rc e

From Indiana, from Big Bear Steak and turkey I am from my grandpa who loved his family

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Tanner Thomas

Troy Chan

Peace is watching the waves crash at sunset. Peace is taking a walk in nature with my dad. Peace is hugging my mom after a nightmare. Peace is making my dad’s homemade chocolate-chip cookies. Peace is opening presents with my family on Christmas morning. Savannah Turner

Alice Lee

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WHERE I’M FROM Kara Chen

I am from toys From my bed and TV I am from the house with a pool in the backyard Cozy, fun, busy

Kara Chen

I am from palm trees From Wendy and Eloise I’m from “I love you,” and “Calm down!” I’m from Chinese New Year, from Christmas From Taiwan, from China Rice and dumplings I am from when my dad held me close to the TV And I pretended I was running in the Olympics

Cain Pallera

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G R A D E

Peace is taking a deep breath on a sunny day. Peace is taking a nice, hot shower in my bathroom. Peace is playing catch with my dad outside. Peace is riding my bike over the bike ramp. Peace is sitting outside in the wind. Kamal Batniji

Perry Block

Ami Louis

Kamal Batniji

On a “fresh start day,” I would clean my room without my mom asking me to do so. In the past, I would tell her I would clean it later, and then I wouldn’t do it. I would take a shower right when my mom asks, instead of reading on my bed. This will make my mom happy and I will feel happier, too. Ami Louis

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I would do what I am told to do on a “fresh start day.” I would wake up early and take a shower. I would also be more grateful for the things I have. I will be nice to my brother and sister, which will put everyone in a better mood. In the past, I have not been very nice to my sister and have not respected her space. On my “fresh start day,” I would respect her and we might all be happier. Pierce Moatazedi

Tinsley Hill

Blake Peterson

Colin Costanzo

The place I love is Kauai because I see roosters everywhere. I see palm trees swaying in the wind. And I see humuhumunukunukuapuaa everywhere. I hear fireworks going off on the Fourth of July. I hear roosters crowing at 6:00 in the morning. I smell the saltiness of the ocean and the great smell of plumeria necklaces. I love the flavorful poke and the sweetness of the shaved ice. I love the roughness of the coconut tree bark and the furriness of the coconut. Kauai is the best place. Liam Rehm

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Third Grade

Caroline Gross

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EAR PIERCING Ella Danaher

It was finally the moment I had been waiting for! My body was moving non-stop. I was jumping up and down. I was getting my ears pierced today! I saw cute knick-knacks and toys at the store. I had my best friends in the whole world with me, Julia and Caroline. I wondered if it would hurt. I picked out the cutest earrings, they looked like miniature disco balls. I timidly sat in the chair. I saw the guns, they were sharper than cat’s claws. It was almost time. I looked at Julia, my body shivering.

“It’s time,” said the girl.

“Already?” I put my hands over my ears while saying, “I can’t do it!” My friends cheered me on. I slowly uncovered my ears, then I counted to three and said in a nervous voice, “I’m ready.” I gulped. Tears started to drip down my face. I closed my eyes and tried to think of happy thoughts. Three, two, one...CLING! My eyes were red from crying. I had done it. My mom let me pick out two extra pairs of earrings. I was very proud of myself. It had been a great day. I wondered if I would get an infection. I hoped I would not. I held my friends’ hands as I walked out. I will never forget that moment.

Ella Danaher

LIFE IN A SNOW GLOBE Victoria Sun

Plop! “Ha, ha!” my brother laughed. “No!” I shouted. I saw my breath, a glob of foggy gas in front of me. The fluffy snow I was forming broke apart. I felt my mittens on my hands like a cozy, small bed. Wooh! The wind blew around me like a blast of cold water. You can do this, I told myself. I went around the snowy yard and made a large ball. “Ha, ha, ha!” he yelled again. I got a little angry, but I knew I could make a snowman. I did not care what he had said. I took the wrinkled carrot and carefully placed it in the top snowball. My brother made face. I was so happy. I ran to my brother and said, “That was great!” I rushed to my sister and pulled her to the snowman. “Let’s do this!” I shouted. We happily started our winter season.

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THE NERF GUN CAPER Caroline Alston

As I walked up to my brother I shouted, “LET ME IN YOUR TREEHOUSE!” He said, “No girls allowed!” “Mommy,” I said, “Jake won’t let me in his treehouse.” “Let him be,” my mommy said. “That’s not fair,” I said. I should do something, I thought to myself. I know! I’m going to steal something from him. A-ha! I know. I’m going to steal his Nerf guns. It was time to make a plan. Okay here’s the plan, I thought. Step one was to wait for him to leave his treehouse. Step two, I had to grab the Nerf guns, and at step three I would grab them and run away! I was ready to steal them. My brother went up to the treehouse for a minute. As soon as he left I tried going up the ladder as fast as possible. I was up in the treehouse. I searched everywhere, but I could not find them. “A-ha! You were trying to steal my Nerf guns!” my brother said. Oh no, I thought. I did not know what to do. My heart was pounding. I thought I was going to die! I was sweaty, I was scared, and I felt like fainting. The ladder! I climbed down, jumped to the floor, and ran inside the house. I hid in a secret location inside the house. My brother came in looking for me, but he did not find me. Phew! I was safe for now. I did not get to steal the Nerf guns today, but I can always try again tomorrow!

Adler Tsai

Ayla Mohtashami

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Marcus Blumetti

Reese Paolone

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SNORKELING IN HONOLULU Emma Evans

“Ahhh!” I said as I dipped my feet in the fresh, cool water. My body relaxed and I slumped my shoulders in relaxation. I felt like I was in a spa in the soft, cool water. It was so hot outside, but now I was nice and cool! The waves were like nothing and the salty sea breeze was fresh and cool. When the water was only at my ankles, fish were swimming around me! I noticed they were swimming in groups. I tried to grab one. SPLASH! The fish swam away. “Aww, man!” I said, disappointed. I went a bit deeper, kicking and paddling out more. As I was paddling out, the same group of fish swam with me. I wanted to say, “Hi, little guys!” They blubbed back as if they were reading my mind. Just then my dad joined in. “Hi, Daddy!” I said. We went to deeper waters together. It was so deep. I had to tread water. Then, suddenly, Dad said, “Emma, look! I see a baby pufferfish!”

Emma Evans

I scanned the rocks for any signs of life. I saw the baby pufferfish, it had blended into the rocks. It was small enough to fit in the palm of my hand and was a shade of tan with a bit of yellow. It was in a little hole in the rocks. The rocks were a similar color to the pufferfish, tan and red-orange. The pufferfish’s spines were at its sides because it was not blown up. Its mouth was so cute, it was in an O shape. Blub, went the pufferfish. I wondered if I had ever seen a fish as cute as this! For a second, I thought it was going to poke me even though it was not blown up! For some reason, I wanted to blub back to it. I had no idea why. When we came up to land, my mom asked, “ How did it go?”

“Awesome!” I said.

I can’t wait to snorkel again.

Kaia Talleur

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LIFE IN A SNOW GLOBE JP Kirkowski

Plop! A second snowball landed on top of the first one. This is getting tiring, I thought. But still, I had to do this! Building this snowman was fun! I started rolling snow into a ball to make the head. The cold, crispy, white snowball felt cold in my hands. Plop! There, now for the carrot. I looked at it closely. It looked like a narrow bridge in front of me. Plop! I put a black hat on top. Finally, I created the smile, eyes, and buttons with coal circles. Pluck, pluck, pluck.

Caroline Alston

Done! I turned to my family and said, “Let’s make another one!”

Maya Hogsett

JP Kirkowski

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Liam Shepherdson

Sophia O’Neil

Ford Stiefel

Arshan Mahmoudoff

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THE SNAKE Eden Horne

We were at the nature park walking on the rocky path, looking at all the trees and animals. There were hills with little holes all around. I walked on them.

“Get off there,” my dad said.

“Why?” I asked.

“Because those could be snake holes,” he said.

I jumped off and got on the path. I saw many interesting things, but I was not looking at the path in front of me. Suddenly, my dad yelled, “Stop!”

Pierce Kleiman

I was so confused. I wondered, Why do I need to stop?

“Snake!” he yelled.

Wait, what? I thought. Then I realized what he had said. I turned around and right there, next to my feet, was a big, long, brown snake. I wondered if it was going to bite me. My heart was pounding. “Don’t move!” yelled my dad. Ssssss, whispered the snake. I tried not to scream. I thought I might die! Then my dad got in front of me. He clapped at the snake and yelled, “SHOOO!” The snake got scared, slithered into the plants, and we kept walking on by.

Dylan Davis

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WHO I AM Lily Zwerling

I am a bursting star of creativity and a loud ball of laughter I wonder what life will be like in 100 years I hear the cheers of people when I get a home run I see the ball being thrown to me at the speed of light I want to be president of this beautiful country I am a bursting star of creativity and a loud ball of laughter I pretend that I’m in a green field with thousands of wildflowers I feel happy when my team wins a game I touch the chipped baseball bat as I hold it in my hands I worry that American rights aren’t given to everyone I cry knowing that, 100 years ago, women couldn’t vote I am a bursting star of creativity and a loud ball of laughter I understand that the real world is scary I say “good job,” when someone tries their hardest I dream of being president I try to make lots of friends I hope America’s rights will be better I am a bursting star of creativity and a loud ball of laughter

Quinn Root

Julia Chapman

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Campbell Morgan

Harper Morgan

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Preston Decker

Coco Alagband

Lilianna Senizergues

Nicholas Ronaghi

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THE VIDEO GAME Leah Jindal

RINGGGG!!! The sound of the bell loudly pressed against my eardrums, almost pushing me out of my seat. I got up and ran to the door. As soon as I was out, I ran to the school’s front entrance and bolted out the door. I ran rapidly all the way home. I could hear my friends laughing and talking loudly behind me. I knew what they were talking about, though. They were obviously talking about the newest and coolest video game, Bubble Bursting. Everyone in my class had it. Everyone in my grade probably had it! Well, everyone except for me. I had not realized that I was now at my house. I almost ran into the door! I bent down to get the keys from under the carpet, looking around to see if anyone was watching. I unlocked the door and found my mom and grandfather playing a game of chess. I live with my grandfather and my mom, and my dad is usually on work trips. I also saw Elizabeth, my sister. “Oh, you’re home,” Elizabeth said in a dark voice that meant she did not want me home. She continued to text her friends. But, like always, Mom had not noticed. “How was school, my little boy?” my grandfather asked in a merry voice. “Grandpa, I’m not a little boy anymore,” I complained. “Would you like a snack after a long day of school?” my mom asked. “Well, actually, I would like something. It’s not a snack, though. May I please have the new video game called Bubble Bursting? Please?!” I replied. My mom, grandpa, and sister all stared at each other at the same time. “I’m out of here,” my sister said as she walked upstairs. Mom and Grandpa continued to stare at me. “Jacob, my little bo--I mean my young adult, you know you don’t need that game,” my grandfather said slowly.

“But I really want it!” I complained.

My mom blurted in, “What if you work to get that video game?”

I rolled my eyes at her. “Maybe I will,” I said.

I ran upstairs. Pacing in my room, I tried to figure out how to earn money. I looked at my walls. Newspapers and magazines were on the floor. Those can’t help me, I thought. But then a lightbulb in my head clicked on. Maybe they could help me! “Hello, Jacob. What can I do for you today?” Mr. Muster, the grocery shop owner, asked me as I walked up

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to him. “Are you here to pick up some groceries for your dear mom?” “Actually, I would like to get a job here!” I said enthusiastically, trying to sound like a great employee. Mr. Muster looked me up and down with a gleam in his eye. “I’m sorry Jacob, but you’re just too young for the job,” he said. I sighed. I’m sorry Mr. Muster, but I’ve already heard that a million times, I thought to myself. Everyone kept saying I was too young for a job, so I went to Plan B: the lemonade stand. Everyone who walked by my lemonade stand, though, did not even dare to look up. They were all in warm coats and wanted to get home. It was winter, so nobody wanted to buy my lemonade. I was prepared with Plan C. I had warm cookies as a backup for the lemonade. For some reason, though, nobody bought them. I guessed it was probably because everyone in town knew the cookies were stale since they were the kind I always had from the store. I had spent most of my money on the lemonade stand sign, and I only had twenty-seven cents left. I felt down in the dumps, as though I had just been punched in the stomach. I walked to Mrs. Luey’s candy shop. I thought I could visit the shop because she had free samples of candy. She was a warm and kind person, also. Maybe that would cheer me up. The bell rang as I walked into the shop. It had a nice little jingle to it that went bling-bling-bling, bling-blingbling! The shop was filled with bright colors and had cool music playing. “Looks like my best customer has just entered the building! Mrs. Luey said excitedly. With one look at my sad eyes and my frown, her big smile turned into a confused look. “Oh my, Jacob, why do you have a frown on your face?” she asked me. I thought for a second. Could I trust Mrs. Luey? I think I can.

“Well…” and with that, I told her everything.

“Jacob! How could you keep all of that huddled up inside of you?!” Mrs. Luey screeched at me. I looked at her. She looked back at me. All of this staring went on for forever. Mrs. Luey looked me up and down, just like everyone else had today. “Jacob, I need some help around the shop since I’m getting older. Why didn’t you just ask me?” she asked with a laugh.

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“R-really?” I stammered, not believing what I was hearing.

“Hmmmmm, I wonder what that could be?” he said. He winked.

“Start right after school tomorrow,” Mrs. Luey said. She walked away, leaving me there with my mouth wide open, still stammering.

I already knew what it was, though. It was a dog! It had soft, golden hair like perfectly roasted marshmallows. I looked it up and down.

I began working that Thursday. It was amazing! She paid me $4.30 on my first day. The day at the shop was easy. Mrs. Luey gave me a tour, even though I already knew every part of the shop from going there so much. She even bought me a soda after I was done working! She gave me the job of cleaning her shop. She wanted it to look sparkling.

The next day, I headed to Mrs. Luey’s shop right after school. I was excited, but also scared, even though I had worked for her yesterday. “Good morning, Jacob!” Mrs. Luey said joyfully as the bell on the door rang. “How was school?” she asked. “It was good, I guess. Just saving up for that video game,” I said with a smile on my face. I cleaned, and I got two sodas for the two hours of work. After that, it was time to leave. “Thank you!” I said to Mrs. Luey as I walked out the door. “No, thank you, Jacob!” Mrs. Luey smiled at me again. Walking home, I skipped in what felt like the first time in forever! I had been so sad since that video game had come out, but now I felt awesome! Earlier, at recess, I had used a calculator to figure out that I was going to get the video game the day before my birthday! “Mom? Grandpa?” I asked as I walked into the house. “Where are you?” I could hear giggling and whispering and I could even hear my sister talking. I thought they all might be working on a school project she needed help with, so I decided to go upstairs to finish up some homework. I had to catch up on my homework because I had less time to do homework since I had been working. I did not even worry about that because I was going to get Bubble Bursting! I jumped onto my bed and heard a PLOP, but I also heard another sound. It was not the same kind of plopping sound that had happened when I fell onto my bed. It was different. It sounded like a BARK-BARK sound. I turned around and screamed. There was a dog in my bedroom! My grandfather came upstairs to my room and looked around.

“Grandpa, what should I name it?” I asked him.

“It’s your decision, Jacob. Also, this is an early birthday gift for you,” he said, and then he laughed. He said he was going to get some coffee, leaving the room with me wondering what to name this dog. I stood there as the dog bounced all around my room, his tail shaking everywhere. What should I name him? I thought to myself. The next thing I knew, I awoke at 7:08 in the morning. I was on my bed, Flag by my side. I had decided to name the dog Flag because he was always waving his tail like a flag. It was Saturday afternoon and Mrs. Luey had to go out of town to see family. She still had paid me for the day, though. Now I had enough money for Bubble Bursting! My mom and I were going to buy the game from the store that day. But then my mean, terrible sister walked into my room, uninvited. This time, however, she looked kind. There was no scowl on her face.

“Hey,” she said.

I didn’t reply.

“Happy early birthday, I guess,” she said, and then she punched me. I thought for a second, but by the time I was ready to say something she had disappeared. “Maybe she isn’t as bad as I thought,” I whispered into my lap. I looked out the car window on the way to the store. I was thinking about Flag, Elizabeth, my birthday, and the video game. Everything felt crazy, even though I was just sitting there in a car seat. My mom interrupted my thoughts. “Jacob, it’s your thirteenth birthday soon. You’re going to be a teenager,” she said. I did not respond because we were at the store. I felt too excited. I could barely breathe. I raced into the store with my money, found my video game, and ran back out with only twenty-four cents left. “Well, that was quick,” Mom said with a perplexed look on her face. I just smiled and said, “I worked hard for what I wanted, and I got it!”

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Leah Jindal

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Collins Nelligan

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MY MOM Sienna Hernandez

Sometimes in life, you need someone to talk to. My mom is perfect for that job. One reason why my mom is perfect to talk to is that she will not judge me. For example, I told her that I was scared to sleep alone, and she said that I did not have to if I did not want to. That made me feel a lot better. Also, I can tell her if someone is bullying me. She will not tell me that I am weak, instead, she will tell me how to deal with the bully. Finally, she calms me down and makes me feel better about myself by making me laugh, not cry. Another reason my mom is perfect to talk to is that she will always find a way to solve my problems. For example, once, I forgot about a homework assignment for summer school. My mom sent my teacher an email that said that I would be turning in my homework late. That whole night, she helped me finish the assignment. Also, if I lose my water bottle, my mom will not get mad. She will find another water bottle or get a plastic water bottle for me. That’s how my mom can solve any problem! Lastly, she comforts me and helps me forget about anything bad that has happened. For example, one day, my brothers decided to gang up on me. They teased me, called me names, and made me cry. I went to tell my mom what my brothers did. She told me to just ignore them because they were wrong. She told me stories about how all of her siblings teased her. That made me feel so lucky to only have two brothers. My mother made my brothers go to bed early as a punishment for being mean to me, and that made me feel more grown-up than them because I got to watch television with my mom and dad while they had to sleep. I felt so good! In conclusion, my mother is amazing to talk to. She helps me, makes me laugh, and tells me funny stories. I really want to find a way to repay her soon. If only everyone could have a mother like mine!

Sienna Hernandez

MY ROOM Preston Decker

My room is a place to relax. It is also a place to go when I feel sad. When I walk into my room, I feel fresh air on my face. When I am tired, I run to my bed and jump in. I pull the covers up and slowly drift off to sleep. When I feel sad, I sit on the floor and take two deep breaths. I feel better after that. In my room, I can play with my toys and be in my happy place.

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Lily Browne

Claire Suplizio

Lila Peykoff

Hunter Summers

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M Y G R A N D M A’ S H O U S E Leela Tripathi

I love my grandma’s house because it is like a warm bed when I am cold, it is in the best location, and her backyard is amazing.

Sarah Rosing

One reason why I love my grandma’s house is that it’s like a warm bed when I am cold. It is comforting and welcoming. The tan color makes it stand out from the rest of the neighborhood but in a good way! One time, I was having a bad day, but then I remembered I was going to my grandma’s house for dinner. Just the thought made me feel better. Another reason why I love my grandma’s house is it’s in a great location. The house is on a hill that has an amazing view of a golf course. Sometimes, my cousins and I find golf balls in my grandma’s backyard! The house is built into the hill and it has three floors. That is a big house! My cousin, Sanjay, once found a golf ball and threw it down the hill to the golf course. The ball sailed through the bright, blue summer sky so high we could not see it. The next thing I knew, the ball came crashing down on the golf course, bouncing a few times before settling. I cried out excitedly. In other words, my grandma’s house has the best placement.

Turner Singletary

Although I love my grandma’s house because it is like a warm bed and it is in the best location, I especially love it because the backyard is amazing. There are so many living things. Trees, plants, and flowers line the fence, and she has a whole part of her garden dedicated to her outdoor friends! Squirrels and birds come to visit her plants and hang out in her trees. Every time I go there, I see a squirrel up in her pine trees. I love my grandma’s backyard because it is peaceful. I sat outside and listened to the sounds of nature once. The cool, nighttime breeze tickled my cheeks as the sun slowly went down. The birds sang a happy song right before going to bed for the night. I was calm, I was happy, and I was peaceful. The last reason why my grandma’s backyard is amazing is that there is so much to do. Splash! My cousins and I jump into her pool with the hot sun heating our backs. After a fun day of swimming, we can run around on her lawn and play games. After running around, we huddle around her campfire to eat dinner and tell funny stories. At the end of the day, we go inside to talk, laugh, and eat some more. In conclusion, I love my grandma’s house. I love its welcoming looks and feels. I love the placement. I love the backyard. I love everything about it. This is important because everyone needs a happy place to be during times of trouble. I realize this is how my grandma’s house feels to me.

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THE TOUCHDOWN Aidan Paolone

Calvin’s dad yelled, “Calvin, where are you, buddy!?” Calvin replied, “I’m here, Dad.’’ Dad showed Calvin the paperwork for a new football team. “Dad, why would you sign me up for football!?” yelled Calvin. “Because when you get home from school, you go on that PS4. You need to burn some calories,” his dad said. Calvin told his dad, “I’m horrible at football.” His dad said, “You just need to practice, son.’’ Calvin was nervous and his heart pounded, but this was just a practice. He was nervous about messing up or getting hurt. That probably would not happen because Calvin was not playing tackle football, just flag football. Finally, Calvin arrived at the practice. He got to meet his new coach and teammates. He had heard the team was really good. The coach said, “What’s up, kid?” “What’s up?” Calvin said with a quiet voice. Practice started, but Calvin was not nervous anymore. He was beginning to get used to his team, and it felt like nothing could go wrong. Coach yelled, “SCRIMMAGE!” Calvin’s nerves started to kick back in. The starting and backup quarterbacks picked the teams. The starting quarterback got to pick first. Although Calvin was not very good, the starting quarterback picked him first. He was just trying to be nice. The backup quarterback picked the best player. They kept going back and forth until the last pick. Finally, the coach blew the whistle and yelled, “We only have ten minutes!” Calvin’s team started with the ball. The quarterback said, “Ready, set, hike!” Calvin ran seven yards and then cut in. The quarterback threw the ball to Calvin, but he dropped it. The quarterback said, “You’ll get it next time.” Calvin ran the same route again. He was wide open but dropped it again.

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The quarterback said, “You’re good! Stop putting your head down. It’s just a practice.” The scrimmage ended as the coach blew the whistle. Soon it was time for the first game, and Calvin was super nervous. He thought to himself, Will I get hurt? Will I drop the ball like I did in practice? In the first quarter, Calvin’s team started with the ball. Calvin’s heart pounded. Thud, thud, thud. Calvin ran the same route he had in practice. He was wide open again. The quarterback threw the ball to Calvin. Calvin dropped it. “WHY CAN’T I CATCH A BALL!?” Calvin yelled at himself with a loud voice. It was the fourth quarter. The other team was up by a touchdown. The quarterback saw Calvin in the back corner of the end zone. He gave Calvin one more chance and threw the ball. Calvin dropped it. He lost the game for his team. Later, Calvin and his team played the last game of the season. Calvin had never been this nervous in his whole life. Calvin thought, Will I drop the ball like I did in the first game and let my team down? They arrived at the field. The game was about to start. Calvin ran like the wind to the field. During the first quarter, Calvin ran ten yards then cut out to the sideline. The quarterback threw the ball to the best player. The player caught it and ran for the touchdown. In the fourth quarter, everybody was in the end zone. This was the last play of the game. Calvin was wide open. The quarterback looked at the coach and nodded his head. The quarterback threw the ball to Calvin. The ball flew in the air. Calvin thought to himself, Why would he throw it to me? Suddenly, Calvin realized he had caught the ball! Everyone started cheering, “Calvin! Calvin! Calvin! Calvin!” Calvin’s team had won! Hard work and persistence really did pay off.

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M O M S A R E I M P O R TA N T Townsend Butcher

My mom is like a diamond in a pile of rocks because she makes me smile, she takes care of me, and she is kind-hearted. She makes me smile when she tells me I did a good job, like when I do a good job on a test. When she says she loves me, I smile. Another reason she shines brightly and makes me smile is that she cares for me. One time, I was sick and she gave me comfort. I had a big smile. Although my mom is like a diamond because she makes me smile and cares for me, she is especially like a diamond because she is kind-hearted and always helps out. She has many friends. Kids and adults like her because she is supportive. For example, one time I was playing in a football game and I missed a catch. She got me motivated. I then ran as hard as I could. I was open and caught the ball for a touchdown. This makes me wonder: are all mothers as special as mine? If all moms do what they do to make their kids feel good, I think they are special. I realize that people should look up to their moms. That is why I think moms are important.

Townsend Butcher

Callie Arkin-Horowitz

Knox Yoon

Claire Suplizio

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Madeleine Lal

Sloane Williams

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M E D I TAT I O N Kiana Sadri

staying calm isn’t so easy but not at the beach where it’s always so breezy just close your eyes and maybe you’ll find a pleasant surprise this is just simple meditation

Kamilah Cavner

there’s no need for a vacation take a seat put your feet in the sand who cares about some silly tan

THE FURNACE CREEK INN Emma Harrison

Barefoot on moist stone Whistling palm trees overhead Melancholy hoots Cloudless, clear, blue sky Sandals flop on jagged rock Close your eyes and dream Sun behind a dune Sky painted pink and purple Sand kicks in the air Stars and moon smile down Barren desert disappears Into a blue dream Feel so weightless now Like I don’t need wings to fly Silence carries me

Emery Pelinka

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THE LIBRARY Sloane Williams

So many books How will I choose Let’s take a look Got nothing to lose I go to a section Mysteries I pursue I have an affection For finding the clue I go to a shelf

Cooper Piercey

Lila Fischbein

Capri Cuneo

Hudson Stern

The topic is romance I can’t help myself For stories in France I feel for a thriller “Goosebumps” appear Running from the killer I shiver in fear I love to read Books are a glory And I plead For one more story

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2020-2021

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G R A D E

H - Hill Smith, D - Danny Angeloff, S - Sloane Williams M - Madeleine Lal, A - Adeleine Chen, S - Sydney Ilczyszyn, K - Kiana Sadri, S - Sophia Eckermann O - Oliver Harrison, N - Nicholas Sokolowski

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G R A D E

MOVING TO CALIFORNIA Chase Martin

I have never really liked change. From the school year ending to moving to a new house, I have never liked the idea of having to start fresh from scratch. But, in 2017, my life changed dramatically when my parents decided to move our family across the country to California. I would have to leave all of my friends and everything I knew. I would have to figure out a way to make all new friends and adapt to a new school all on my own! How could I think positively about this? We had only visited California once, but my parents loved it so much that they decided to rent a house for a year to see if we might like living there after all. There were only two outcomes to this: this would be the worst, most stressful time of my life, or I could capitalize on the opportunity and finally escape my fears. I gulped. Mom and Dad had just gathered the whole family to tell us that we were all going to move across the country. As I heard those words, a million thoughts rushed through my head like a track runner sprinting past the finish line. What neighborhood will we live in? What school will I go to? How will I make new friends? These thoughts just kept coming and coming. I felt my head get dizzy as I shook my head in an effort to stop thinking. “I know it will be a big change, but I think it will be better for us,” my mom said, staring straight at me. I knew why. She knew why. My dad knew why. They all knew that I had a hard time with changes, and this would be the biggest challenge of my life. A few weeks later, my parents were finishing packing on the night before we left for California. In bed, restless and unable to fall asleep, I worried. What if I never make any friends? Will there be any kids like me in California? Will anyone like the things that I like? Questions like these kept repeating themselves over and over as I still lay squirming, my head spinning faster than a jet plane speeding across the sky like a silver bird. A few minutes later, I heard my mom

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coming up the stairs. Come on, I thought to myself. Mom talking to me, honestly, was the worst possible thing that could happen at this moment. I knew she would try to tell me it was going to be okay, but I just did not want to believe it would end up like that. I quickly squeezed my jaw tight and turned the other way, not giving any clues that I was awake. As I heard her open the door, I squeezed my jaw so tight my teeth hurt. I was already really stressed out in this moment, and I did not want her to make me feel any more nervous than I already was. I tightened my shoulders and tried to be as still as I could. “Chase?” She whispered. “Are you awake?” She left after that. I assumed she thought I was asleep or that I did not want to talk. After a few more hours of tossing and turning, I was finally able to fall asleep. “Chase, time to wake up,” my dad told me it was time to go to the airport. “What time is it?” I asked, yawning. “It’s five o’clock,” said Dad, “but it’s time to get ready or we’ll miss the flight.” I tiredly got dressed, took a shower, and finished packing up my stuff. By that time, the driver arrived to take us to the airport. I lazily hopped in the car with my backpack before buckling in my younger brother, Luke. A few minutes later, we were off and running as I got a last, sad glimpse of my old house. As we kept driving, I stared out the window with a two-faced emotion. I was happy that I finally had a new adventure, but sad to leave all of my friends and my school. I kept trying to think about all of the new friends I would make, but I just could not get over the fact that I was leaving all of my friends and relatives. When we slowed, I could tell we were almost at the airport. A few minutes later, we came to a complete stop at the front of the airport. We got our bags out of the trunk and walked to the sliding glass doors at the front of the airport. As we quickly sped through security and figured out the boarding area, I kept feeling more and more unhappy. We traveled farther and farther away from my homeland, Connecticut.

F I F T H

“Attention all passengers at Gate A, we are now boarding. I repeat, passengers at Gate A are now boarding.” “So this is it,” I muttered under my breath. Honestly, I felt like I was going to cry. As all the passengers boarded the plane, I sat down in the seat number that was matched my ticket. After a few minutes of everyone hustling and bustling around, the plane finally left the ground. I played on my iPad for the six-hour flight, thoughts and emotions flying through my head like speeding bullets. A few hours later, I felt us going downward and I looked out my window to make out palm trees, a blue sky, and beautiful beaches and houses. Wow, I thought, this is so cool! As I remembered all of the good times I had had in Connecticut, I started to feel a little glum again. The plane landed and everyone was back to hustling and bustling as they got their bags down from the overhead compartments. I quickly found my mom and dad. We exited the plane. As soon as I took a step outside, I instantly noticed the hot weather. It was unlike Connecticut. “This feels really nice,” I said to my dad. And just as we left the airport, I also noticed again the towering palm trees that reached up to what seemed like the sky. I can’t wait to be able to wear T-shirts and shorts every day instead of winter clothes, I thought to myself. We drove to our new house and I started to feel a little more confident and happy about the situation. I still worried about many things, such as making friends and going to a new school. When we got to the house my sister, Blake, and I ran around like maniacs exploring our new habitat. This is cool, I thought. We had a pool, a hangout room, and I saw so many kids running around outside, too! Another thing I noticed was that we had a beautiful, luscious green field right next to our house. In Connecticut, everything was covered in snow and leaves, but this was green! “Hey, kids?” my mom asked. “What is it?” my sister and I asked in unison.

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“The school here is within walking distance, so we don’t even have to drive.” Wow, that’s so cool! I thought to myself, and I could tell my sister was thinking the same thing. Later that evening, after swimming in the pool (which was awesome, by the way), I decided to check out the new field. I was still nervous and thinking about how I would make new friends. I envisioned myself being super lonely for the rest of the year. Luckily, I saw a lot of new kids out there. In particular, saw a kid who looked about my age. I went up to him and introduced myself. “Hi, I’m Chase,” I said, “do you go to the school here?” “Hey, I’m Dylan. Yeah, almost everyone in this neighborhood does,” he replied. “Did you just move here?” “Yeah, I just moved into that house over there.” After a few more sentences like that, we said goodbye to each other. I went home with a smile on my face and happy thoughts whizzing through my head. I once again thought about my old friends, but I now realized that I would make a lot of new friends. This is going great, I thought to myself, why was I even nervous at the start? I guess this might turn out to be okay after all. With a wide grin on my face, I walked back to my house with happy thoughts rushing through my head. I was able to fall asleep peacefully that night, eager for the next day and for another adventure to begin. This experience taught me to not worry so much about the future. Instead, I should try to think that everything will turn out well. Instead of spending all of those hours worrying, I could have been doing other things. I was wasting my time; everything turned out okay in the end. This is an important mindset to be in. This mindset can help you succeed in everything you do. Confidence is one of the most important things in life, and you will go very far and achieve many things if you always remember to not be so nervous about the future. Instead, think about the good things to come.

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ON THE COURT Taylor Peters

Dribble, dribble, shoot Swooosh! I step back on defense Guard my man

UNDER THE OCEAN

Pressure is on

Gabrielle Landy

Anticipating every move

Under the ocean

Stance low

I swim so, so fast

Hands high

Under the ocean

Rebound!

I can easily last As the fantastic, fearless fish swim by I feel that nobody can cry When they are in this amazing, wet world

I juke Pass Swing through defenders Like a monkey Dribble

Sealife around

Left hand

Fins hit the ground

Right hand

Pretty coral beneath my feet

Behind the back

Sways like an underwater fleet

Pressure is on!

I want to stay here forever

I feel myself tremor like a small quake

If I go up my heart may sever So I dive down into the inky, blue well

Crack I hear the ball hit the rim Pressure is on!

I can not tell you

Looking for a teammate

How quiet and blue

The ball moves down

Is this bottomless lair

Down the court

I need to get air!

The ball is the earth spinning around the court

Oh no, oh no

Turning to the rim

Up I go

Feet set

As I surface, I see the sun’s shiny glow Then I heave

Eyes up Knees bent Pressure is on!

And after that, leave

Elbow up

To go under the ocean again

Breathe I feel my heartbeat Breathe The beat steadies Pressure is on! Shot goes up Swoosh

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F I F T H

Aleah Berengian

Emma Harrison

Adeleine Chen

Michael West

G R A D E

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TA H O E Cooper Kelly

Chirp, chirp, thwack, thwack Are the things I hear as I start to unpack I walk outside and breathe in fresh air As I realize these moments are the kind that won’t wear When I take my dog for a walk I hear all the small forest birds chirp and squawk And when we get to the golf course there is something I see: A small, gray, and skinny coyote I brush my teeth and I do my hair As my sister resides inside her lair My family decides to go to the lake, While we are water skiing I go outside the wake Later, while I am sitting in the car Chewing on a chocolate Z-Bar My dad grabs the car key

Frankie Stiefel

And I realize that Tahoe makes you feel free

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Molly Tiwari 2020-2021

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G R A D E

BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE Molly Tiwari

It was Wednesday night and I was about to go to bed when I noticed my nose was a little stuffy. I assumed I was just tired and having allergies, so I drifted off to sleep. When I awoke the next day, my nose was running. I was coughing and sneezing. When I sat down to breakfast, my mom noticed how sick I looked. My mom and I decided it was best if I stayed home from school. I could not stay home alone for seven hours, so my mom was left with no choice but to take me along to work. My mom is a psychiatrist. She works in a homeless clinic, helping people who are mentally ill. My mom’s patients are very different from me because they are mentally ill. Because of this, they might say or think unusual things. Her patients are homeless and have a hard time keeping jobs. Many of them take drugs. We arrived and I peered out the car window. A few people were standing around the building wearing old, dirty clothes and smoking cigarettes. I coughed at the smell of smoke. We walked by some people, and I hid behind my mom. I noticed that everyone was waving and saying, “Hi, Doctor!” I felt myself staring, so I glanced at the ground to avoid eye contact. I could tell my mom did not understand why I was acting so unfriendly. When we got to my mom’s office, my mom pulled up a chair and told me to sit down. She looked at me and said, “Molly, these people are mentally ill. You mustn’t make fun of them because it is not their fault. I need to see one of my patients, so you are going to have to stay in the room next to mine. There will be a few patients in there, but you will be fine.” I nodded, but then looked away. I have to admit, I was pretty scared. My mom seemed to read my mind because she said, “They are just people, you know.” My mom walked me to the room next door. I saw a guy sitting on a chair playing with his fingers and whispering to himself. He was acting like a baby but in an adult body. I sat in the chair next to him and took out my math book to do my homework. I had three problems left, and I was counting on my fingers for an additional problem. Suddenly he turned to me as I was sitting there counting my fingers. “Hey!” he yelled, “Did you know that I invented that?”

I looked at him with disbelief. “You invented counting on your fingers?” I asked. “Yes, I did. I sold the idea to the Japanese, but I didn’t ask for any money because I just wanted to help people be smart,” he responded. “But this was back six hundred years ago. I’m a time traveler, you know. The rock in my leg helps me do it.” I didn’t know what to say, so I just smiled at him. He was friendly and started talking about the movie that was playing on the TV, saying that he wrote it and knew the famous actors. A few minutes later, my mom came and got me. She thanked the man for being nice to me and told him she would see him later. She brought me back to her office. “So,” my mom asked, “did you have a nice conversation with Harold?” I answered, “Mom, he told me he invented counting on your fingers and that he’s a time traveler. He told me other lies too.” I was confused about why an adult was lying to a kid. My mom explained, “He believes those things are true. He’s not trying to trick you, and he doesn’t know he’s lying. For some reason, the signals in his brain get mixed up, so if he sees something in a movie or on T.V., he believes that it is real and that it happened to him. Imagine how confusing that must be for him.” My mom also explained that he hears voices that other people cannot hear, another problem that his brain has. I felt sorry for Harold but also impressed that he was still so happy and friendly, even though he has problems. I hoped that my mom could help him find a medicine that would make his brain work better. I was glad that he was coming to the office and trying to get better. I still get a little shy when I see mentally ill people, but I am trying to be more comfortable talking to them. My mom said that the most important part of her job is treating her patients with respect and recognizing that they have important things to say, even if some things they say are not always true. Even when I am older and I live on my own, I will always remember what my mom said to me that day, “They are just people, you know.”

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Sixth Grade

Riley Tsai

S I X T H

G R A D E

BLOOMING CONFIDENCE Samantha Powell

Self-confidence is like a flower It blossoms And can also wither

Rhyse Wilks

What about a flower growing? The more water it’s given, The better it’s driven To grow like a flower Vibrant colors Enticing aromas It is beautiful Just the way it is The more support it gets The better it’ll grow There are some short, small, and colorful

Sarah Thorp

There are some tall, big, and bland Some are rare Some are common Some have never even been seen before They are all types of flowers But none are alike

Dylan Paolone

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OUR WORLD IS A GARDEN Skylar Taketa

Our world is a garden We are the flowers Sometimes, our garden is full of weeds That infect and ruin our seeds They try to attack, and can almost succeed Other times, our garden flourishes We bloom in unity

Wright Claassen

We form a community Our garden is full of prosperity We are not perfect Like flowers, we have thorns FLIGHT OF THE DOVE

We have flaws But the question is

Cameron Alagband

Where do we go from here?

As the dove dove down

Maybe, all flowers could share their successes No one is treated as superior to the other

From the divine sky, Seeking tranquility and peace,

Working together with one another

It found itself in a place

So that together

Where peace had ceased.

We could address We could confess

With the embattled world

To all the problems we all share

In its view,

Then we could finally have peace in this neverending chaos Maybe, if we worked together

The dove believed it was time For something new.

We could weather

So it pleaded and pleaded,

The times that aren’t that great

Until it was heard.

Hand in hand,

And then it cried,

Like a rainbow after a storm

“All of this fighting is quite absurd!

We could have tranquility

Take a look at yourselves!

And with that, compatibility

Oh, how much energy you’ve wasted,

A lush garden

And how much division you’ve created.

A flourishing ecosystem A better world

Put your differences aside And come together as one, With the world at peace, The fighting will be done.”

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S I X T H

G R A D E

Jackson Casey

Sheridan Hofer

Skylar Taketa

Colette Moshayedi

Sophia Williams

Reed McCardle

Mateo Senizergues

Ethan Sellers

Colton Mossman

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GRAINS OF SAND

S I X T H

Samuel Jindal

G R A D E

Sand There’s wet sand And dry sand Hard sand and soft sand Gray sand Play sand If you take a step back And look at sand You realize it’s all different Every single little grain Some sand shiny and spectacular Some sand hard and hot Some sand soft and squishy But at the end of the day It’s sand This is like the real world Some people come from easier backgrounds Others will come from harder At the end of the day, we are all walking on Earth Sand starts in a boulder As it goes through challenges, the rock eventually breaks down into little flecks As humans go through challenges, they will progress into their best selves It doesn’t matter how you look How you are judged You always want to be the best person you can be If each sand grain represented a person in the world, that would make sense We all will eventually get sad Just like sand gets washed away We will eventually get happy Just like when sand is played with We will all get hurt Just like how sand gets stomped on It’s amazing how, when you think about this It’s actually true Everyone in the world is the same Everyone has the honor to have a name It doesn’t matter if you have fame Everyone is amazingly awesome in their own way

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A WORLD OF EQUAL OPPORTUNITIES

S I X T H

Nandika Bansal

G R A D E

We look into ourselves Have I provided light in this unsettling shade? The losses we carry A mountain we must overcome A blizzard we must brave A raccoon digs into a yard Changing it for the worse Learning that we cannot simply watch We protest Against this disgusting, prominent idea That has burrowed its way into many minds Against this false belief that silence means peace We’ve witnessed a world filled with pain We’ve witnessed a world filled with disdain But from the shade comes a light A dim light that brightens every year We take a step forward Climbing the mountain we have yet to overcome A world once filled with pain and disdain Now filled with acceptance and appreciation Slowly rises from the ashes A world where differences are appreciated A world where a daisy would thrive In an open field of daffodils An open field, an open world A world of opportunities An open-minded community This is the world we have yet to create But no, we’re not striving to form a perfect world We’re striving to forge a united world To create a world where all religions and races are respected and regarded Where we are considerate toward other cultures and communities And regarding this future we realize To move on We must put our differences aside We must forgive, but not forget We must apologize For the harm inflicted on one another For the number of times we’ve turned against someone Because of something they cannot control We must grow into malleable mindsets Changing for the better Not the worst H A R B O R L I G H T S L I T E R A RY A N D V I S U A L A RT S J O U R N A L

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G R A D E

Andrew Walbridge

McCall Whitmer

Avalon Davis

Jonathan Zhou

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P O S I T I V E AT T I T U D E Dylan Paolone

In life it is important to be Happy Joyful And funny

Morgan Dollander

If you see the good in life, Your disposition Will remain sunny With the correct mindset And an acceptable attitude Many things are possible It doesn’t matter If you’re a gracious girl Or a blissful boy No matter what You should always Strive for joy If you’re happy And unafraid

Campbell Kelly

Your good attitude Will never fade But will be shared And possibly Displayed Keeping a good attitude Is an easy thing If you have the correct mindset That is all one must bring A positive change to one’s disposition Can spark others Who were in the same position

Lily Liu

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Seventh Grade

Emery Kanda-Gleeson

S E V E N T H

G R A D E

FLAME OF HOPE Makenzie Vovan

I stared at the clock. Only a few more moments until I’m free. I shifted my seat and peered around the classroom. The posters all around me read, “Look on the bright side!” and “You can do hard things!” But it was rainy and cold, and the weather had rubbed off on me. Earlier, rumors of other schools shutting down had spread. Even with assurance that my school would not close, I still had doubts. Suddenly, the overhead speaker squeaked. I froze. They never send announcements this late. I exchanged glances with my friend. The fear in her eyes said she was thinking the same thing. “Attention, students,” a voice screeched, “please report to the gym.” The class went wild. “What’s happening!?” “Is the school shutting down!?” “It’s going to be fine!” my teacher yelled. The room fell silent. “Just get to the gym!” The walk down felt longer than it ever had before. A million worries banged around in my head. Meanwhile, kids around me gossiped about online school. I shuddered. Thinking about online school almost made me barf. Finally, I approached the crowd. My friends huddled around me, easily greeting one another. I tried to join in, but the lump in my throat said otherwise. We piled into the gym, eyes searching for our principal. She strolled to the stage, head held high, heels at maximum height. Click, clack. “Hello, students!” she said. “Today, the government informed us that we must close the school for two weeks. Unfortunately, a disease named ‘COVID-19’ has spread around the United States. We will explain details later, but for now, pack up and say your goodbyes.” Immediately, my heart dropped. It can’t be! The room exploded with voices. The teachers tried to reduce the noise, but chaos had already flooded the school. Eventually, the teachers wrangled us down and escorted us to the cubbies. Tears welled in my eyes as I emptied supplies into my bag. My backpack got bigger and bigger, bulging with notebooks, textbooks, and even P.E. uniforms. I shuffled over to the exit, sniffling farewells to my friends. Soon these people will become tiny squares on a screen. I stepped into my mom’s car as she flashed a smile, but I could see right past it. The next few days felt like years. A tiny flame of hope still burned inside of me. I hoped that we would go back to school in two weeks. Every day felt the same: wake up, school, eat, then sleep. Soon enough, two weeks came and went. The flame resurfaced, shining like a diamond in the sunlight. However, going back was a no-go. “Beginning of April, they said. You’ll go back eventually,” my mom said sympathetically. April 1 passed. No school. April 22. Nope. May 1st. Nada. My little flame burned out as spring flew by, then summer followed. Day by day, hopes of going back diminished. I attempted to keep my spirits up, but every time they got shoved to the floor again. I kept the little spark buried inside, and it finally pulled through. One night at the end of the summer, my mom burst into the kitchen. She screamed, “It’s official! You are going back to school!” “What?!” I beamed. “That’s amazing!” That night, I sat on my bed and pulled the covers over me. The flame blazed like wildfire. I remembered spending time with friends and grandparents, thinking it would last forever. It seemed so far from where I was now, but I realized that I should never take the good old days for granted because they could be gone in a second.

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BABY JUNA Eden Newcott

The pangs of heartache come in waves. I sit, masked, in a camping chair, eyes tracking my tiny cousin as she stares, enthralled, at the leafy ceiling above her. I had the option to go visit this baby just after her birth, just weeks before the world shut down. But did I take it? No, of course, I did not. Why was I so stupid? I grill myself again and again. I have missed four months of her life, just sitting, wallowing in a trail mix of self-pity and admiration. I try to take my mind off the matter by turning back to my sister, one of the lucky souls who held this teeny person when she was only days old. I notice that the lines of the book propped in my hands come out somewhat hollow and empty. Not the normal, peppy, funny way they often sound. I get up to use the restroom, heading for the gravel driveway. It curls behind the little cottage of a house that holds KJ, Graham, and baby Juna. I am nearly out of earshot when I hear KJ call to me, “Wash your hands so you can hold your cousin!”

Jamie Yeung

Wait, what?! is all I can think. I want to pretend to have some huge revelation about life, love, and happiness as I fall over with elation, but no. My eyes prick with tears that make my vision blur until glossy drops spill down my cheeks. My mask fills with salty droplets, but I remain unfazed. My mum walks toward me from the bathroom, so I fly right into her. I hold on and I burrow my face in between her arm and body. I begin to shake, vibrating as I weep. “I can hold her,” I choke. My mum laughs and hollers, “KJ, she’s crying!” She has known all along. I splash the cold water from the faucet onto my face, still completely baffled. Maeve stands next to me and I spot her brimming with smiles. I bet I have the right to smile more though. As I said, Maeve already held her. I pump pearls of glossy white soap onto my wet palm. My fingers intertwine, working the iridescent slime into my skin. The bubbles spill into the ceramic bowl of the sink. I quietly hum the ABCs twice for my hands to be germ-free. Next time won’t you sing with me. I bolt, racing through the screen door, around the yellow house, and under the Chinese elm.

Ana Cormac

“You know Graham was the one who said you can hold her,” Mum whispers. This comes as a shocker. Uncle Graham survived cancer, so he is always cautious about things relating to COVID. The news just makes it that much more special. I plead and wheedle until mom agrees that I can hold her first. I situate myself on the blanket. The roots of the old tree above shadow the brand new girl in front of me. Auntie KJ places Juna into my lap. Her strikingly gray-blue eyes contain little pinpricks of black. She looks at my face so intently, I feel like I might just break down all over again. A pale wrap surrounds her, printed with teensy cartoon cacti. I just want to gobble her up. I reach my worn, callused hand near her own. She grabs my pointer finger. Pale, soft, and teensy are those hands. I pay no mind to my kimono frolicking in the breeze as I squeeze the minuscule foot attached to her chubby legs. I hold her until I have to give her up. When I do, I feel empty, and contented sensations tumble through me at the same time.

Sofia Stamires 74

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2020-2021

S E V E N T H

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MEDIA MAN Parker Johnson

One fall evening on my walk home from school, a man sauntered up to me and promptly told me that the government had implanted microchips in my brain. I was not exactly sure what to do. Should I laugh, gasp, or call 9-1-1? All three? I had heard about people like this before. They said crazy things, like viruses are made by the government. Birds are drones, and vaccines are just trackers in a vial. I had never seen them, however. This man looked incredibly earnest like he wanted to save me from a grave fate. The look in his eyes was almost frightening. Oh well. This day had been a train wreck anyway. Last night, I stayed on my computer until one in the morning. I had fallen asleep at my desk. In today’s history class, I had gotten a D on my test because I forgot to study. “Tell me more,” I said. He was wearing plain clothes, but he looked far from normal. There were dark circles under his eyes, the ones you get from staying up late on the internet at night. His hair was disheveled and scraggly. He looked tired, but I could tell he was on a mission. He was also carrying a duffel bag that was as big as an elephant. After I told him this, the corners of the man’s mouth lifted swiftly, as if by balloons. He quickly stood up straight and leveled out the wrinkles in his shirt. The man slicked back his hair and hastily pulled out a crumpled list of some sort from his pocket. He had obviously been telling people this all day, and I was apparently the first person to indulge him. “W -Well,” he stammered, “the government puts tracking chips into your breakfast cereal, steak, vegetables, wine--wait, you don’t drink wine, do you? Wait, why am I asking that? Not important. And you can’t see, taste, or smell them.” I frowned. “Then how do we know that they’re there?” I clarified with the man that I was not making fun of him, I was genuinely interested. “We put our cereal under microscopes,” he said. “All of our food. We don‘t trust any of it.” “You must eat something,” I said. Laughter bubbled up inside of me like a cup of soda. I must not laugh. I must not laugh. “We grow all of our food,” he said cheerfully. “Farm to table. Would you be interested in some of this food?” He reached into his silver duffel bag and produced a carrot with a purplish hue to it. “You can have this microchip-free carrot for only $15.99!” When the stench of the carrot hit my nose, my throat fought an intense battle to not gag. “I’ll pass.” Then another thought came like an itch that must be scratched. “Who is ‘we’?” “Of course, of course! We are the SSAG, the Secret Society Against Government. We try to spread the message to people like you so that your lives don’t get controlled by the aliens up there at Capitol Hill. I’d beg you to join, but I’m pretty sure we have an age requirement.” The man proceeded to ramble on, informing me about any sort of conspiracy a person could possibly imagine. The Founding Fathers were alien reptiles. Birds aren’t alive, they’re simply drones for the government to spy with. My personal favorite: There are mind control chemicals inside of fire sprinklers. As he talked, he got a crazed tone in his voice. He flung his hands back and forth, looking at the sky. What did I get myself into? I unknowingly scratched at the back of my neck, a bad habit of mine. By the time he stopped, I had nearly started to bleed. Once he started talking again about dogs having x-ray vision, I remembered how absolutely ridiculous it was that people actually believed this. At this point, I was falling apart. My eyes were tearing up. I couldn’t take it anymore. I burst out laughing harder than I ever have in my entire life. The man looked at me with a frown. “What?” “What’s your name?” I asked in between gasps. “Harold.” I looked him straight in the eyes. “Harold, you need to stop watching TV.” H A R B O R L I G H T S L I T E R A RY A N D V I S U A L A RT S J O U R N A L

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Julia Getter, Durham Pelinka, Violet Yoshida, Sonali Tripathi

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Chloe Wainwright

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I am from the chapters of long books From coconut bites and grizzly t-shirts I am from the backyard with the hot tub and pool (green, sunny, and the plants were always overgrown) I am from the palm trees whose green leaves dance in the wind, and the fig trees whose branches provide comfort and shade when the sun is too strong and the world too cruel I’m from boat parades and unyielding laughter From Jeff Stout and Stacey Thomas I’m from the persistent questions of curiosity and long car rides From “It will all even out eventually,” and “I love you all around the world” I’m from Christmas white elephants, and the angel bracelet and rosary beads I wore as a young girl I’m from Manhattan Beach and Czechoslovakia Roasted broccoli and cooked salmon From the time when my uncle threw my mom’s retainer out the window, buried it, and left it there And the time when my dad stole a pizza delivery car, just for fun The morning when my dad went surfing and met dolphins that guided him back to shore safely Every home across the nation where books of photos lay more precious than a Bible Every family reunion where tall, hilarious tales circle the room and love is ever abundant Shay Nussbaum

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VOCABULARY ENERGIZER James Callaghan

Once upon a time in a galaxy far, far away, stuff was bad. On a strange planet called Jaunsilvania, the government officials conducted themselves extremely corruptly. For example, judges would exonerate their friends for sinister crimes but sentence their enemies to death for nothingburgers. The police were just as bad; they were grumpier than Mr. Kerr before his coffee. Most of the citizens thought these police were choleric. But the worst of all the police officers was Grow Gahn. He was very clever and frequently used his guile to easily trick the gullible public. In Grow Gahn’s evil, despotic form of ruling, he often used cliches and trite words to impose his will on the public. What Juansilvania needed was an optimistic, sanguine leader. They needed someone to build them up. They would even settle for someone who showed less emotion, someone phlegmatic. But Juansilvania can’t take another sad, melancholy boss. Especially not someone on the fence.

Taylor Danz

I am from backpacks, from Maple Hill, and Barnes and Noble. I am from the trampoline that I lie down on in the middle of my backyard, warm, peaceful, feeling the subtle warmth of the sun soothing my face. I am from sunflowers, bright and cheerful as they bask in the sun. I’m from KFC on Valentine’s Day and black hair, from Andy and Wei Ling. I’m from the game nights and sleepovers with cousins, from “You touch it, you eat it!” and “Does it have a recycling symbol on it?” I’m from late morning Sundays, without a care in the world. I’m from California and China, wonton noodle soup, Hawaiian pizza. From the medical school in Missouri where my parents met, to the immigration of my mom to America for a better education. All these memories and stories, captured in single images, hanging on the walls all around the house, silently reassuring me that this is who I am. Russell Lee

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Imagine an eight-year-old boy roaming through an eight-story department store. Alone. If you are wondering why he is alone, it’s because he is lost in a place where no one speaks the same language as him. Unfortunately, the situation you are imagining right now is the same situation I went through five years ago, except in real life. It was a scorching hot summer day in Paris. Our extended family has a place to stay in the city, so we go every other summer. We know all the metro stops, the best restaurants, and the stores for my mom and sister to go shopping. This day starts like any other typical day. We get up. My dad, brother, and I walk to the market to get bread. Fortunately, it’s a brief walk. We get baguettes, croissants, and a ton of water to last us for the rest of the week. After breakfast, we discuss what we want to do for the day. I feel useless. It always comes down to what my mom and sister want to do, and today, they wanted to go to this huge store. If I could compare it to anything it would be IKEA times eight, but selling clothes and shoes. By ten o’clock everyone is ready, so we take the metro. After twenty-five minutes and three switches we arrive. “How long do you think we will be here for?” I ask my brother. “Don’t start with me this early,” he says. “Do you think I want to be here!?” he yells in my face. “This is going to be a long day,” I tell him. “I know,” he agrees. The truth is, this is only the beginning. It will only get worse from here. I am mentally preparing myself to go from store to store, sitting on a different bench every single time. Can this day get any worse? A couple of hours have passed. I am starting to get hungry. There is a restaurant inside the store, but I was the only hungry one. In my family, the majority rules. Most likely I will not get lunch for another hour. I will not survive, I think to myself. Being so young, I assumed that if I just got up and wandered off, my parents would follow me and give me anything I needed. Unfortunately, that was not the case. Not the case at all. After going up one escalator, I realized that I was alone. I was scared. I went back down to see if my family was still there. They were not, of course. Just my luck. Instead of searching the rest of the second floor, I decided to search from floor three to floor eight. Probably not the smartest decision, but I did it anyway. Floors three, four, five, and six: no one. Finally, I get to seven and I cannot hold it in anymore. I start bawling my eyes out. Instead of continuing to search, I asked someone to call my mom. Luckily, she picked up. That idea of not searching the rest of the second floor was a mistake. She was still there. What would you do if you were lost in a foreign country? Would you stay calm and keep looking, break down and cry, or would just go ask someone for help? I did all three in that exact order. If you are ever in this position, don’t be afraid to ask for someone to call one of your parents. This experience taught me so much because I know what it feels like to be alone. Although it was only about ten minutes, I never want to go through that again.

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WINNING THE WEEKEND Ceyda Shamsai

Friday; the cool air washes over me, pricking my skin. I walk toward the classroom, every step pounding against the smooth, stone pavement. Once I enter, a wave of chills washes me. My backpack is a mountain of stress. I throw it to the ground, my shoulders hunched, and sit down at my desk, the polished material pressing against my fingertips. I unlatch my backpack and begin to place my textbooks inside my desk. When I reach for my English textbook, however, I am unable to grasp anything. My heart jumps out of my chest, my hands become clammy. Luckily, I had only misplaced it, but my mind continues to bustle with other concerns, other things that could go wrong. I push them to the side and remember that it’s Friday. Friday is my motivation.

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We climb a hill of advancement made from the dirt of vengeance We claw our way to the top and strive to create a better world for our descendants We must never surrender, and always remember our country’s mistakes We must share our stories of oppression and hate and always care enough to learn and grow from them Being American is more than a pride we inherit, its the past we step into and how we repair it How we must learn to stand, hand in hand, and set aside our differences,

to unite and re-light Friday; beads of sweat outline my the flame of this dimming, but bright country forehead. My feet drag against the Claire Casey carpet, and I heave a heavy sigh. It feels as if time is running through molasses. With an ink pen between my fingers, I transfer the words from the board into my planner at lightning speed. The words lunge at me, and my stress attacks like a hungry wolf, biting at the most vulnerable thoughts. A yawn escapes my lips, my eyes focusing on the endless, clear void of the blue outside. I pull out my sack lunch. The scent of bread and strawberry jam fills my nostrils. One bite after another, my teeth puncture the slices of sourdough bread, sprinkling crumbs onto the pavement. Each bite butters my taste buds. That’s when thoughts of my next classes penetrate my brain and trash my appetite. The day of the week flashes in my head. Friday. I take a deep breath in and exhale. Friday is my peace. Friday; My feet bounce against the leg of my chair. My mind drifts, the monotone voice of the teacher humming into a background ring. Two minutes, two minutes until it ends. I reach for the dense books from inside my desk. Then the final bell rings; it is a soothing symphony of pleasure and joy. A river of relief splashes me, each small current bringing a new vision of the carefree weekend. My heart steadies. This time, when I haul my backpack over my shoulders, I am able to roll my shoulders back. I walk out of the classroom, every step I take bouncing me up and forward, a smile plastered on my face. When I hop into the car and release a sigh of ease, the memories of my homework due Monday float to the top of my head. A reminder of my stress, almost like a fly buzzing into my ear. I do not care though, because it is Friday. Friday is my comfort.

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STRENGTH OVERPOWERS THE HUMAN Nicole Thorp

On a bright and sunny afternoon, just days after Rose DeWitt Bukater boarded the Titanic, she walked the deck. She realized the lifeboats could only hold half of the passengers. The White Star Line could have provided more lifeboats in the event the ship went down, but the company feared a cluttered deck. Days later, the “unsinkable ship” struck an iceberg. Director James Cameron had Rose recognize only half of the passengers would have access to lifeboats to foreshadow the tragedy of the Titanic. In John Steinbeck’s realistic fiction novella, Of Mice and Men, he effectively uses foreshadowing to force the reader to dig deeper into the future. Lennie and George had to leave their old town after Lennie grabbed a woman for an extended period of time. George behaves like Lennie’s father, so the two men moved to Soledad to find a new job and start fresh. Curley, the boss’s son, abuses his power but lacks physical strength. Curley lives his life solely for the nights with his wife. Slim, on the other hand, serves as the wise peacemaker. All of the men on the farm except Slim have some form of tension with one another. Lennie, however, consistently attempts to refrain from associating himself with the issues, yet he always finds a way into the drama. Although Steinbeck quite effectively uses foreshadowing several times throughout the novella, his use of foreshadowing Curley’s wife’s death rules over the others as evidenced when Lennie kills the mouse, when Lennie destroys Curley’s hand, and when Lennie kills his new puppy. To begin, when Lennie kills the mouse, it accurately foreshadows Curley’s wife’s death. Lennie and George trek to the Soledad farm, where they begin their new jobs. Needing the comfort of touching soft things, Lennie finds a mouse to pet while they walk. When George questions what Lennie hides in his pocket, Lennie responds, “Jus’ a dead mouse, George...I could pet it with my thumb while we walked along” (5-6). George takes the dead mouse and makes sure Lennie cannot retrieve the fresh corpse. A small creature with the sole purpose of providing food to larger animals marks the beginning of when Lennie needs something soft. Lennie does not mind pushing his limits in order to satisfy his craving for stroking silky objects. Steinbeck intentionally uses “jus’” to emphasize Lennie’s nonchalance after killing an innocent creature. Every day, the United States continues to unintentionally show dominance over almost every other country, through innovations in technology, medical fields, science, and much more.

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Steinbeck foreshadows Curley’s wife’s death after Lennie overuses his strength and accidentally kills the mouse. Moreover, after Lennie easily shatters the bones in Curley’s hand, it foreshadows Lennie killing Curley’s wife. Curley despises any man larger than himself, causing him to spark fights with the wrong people. Curley began torturing and teasing Lennie, causing Lennie to respond with pure strength. When the fight ends, Slim recognizes Curley’s injury and says, “I think your han’ got caught in a machine... Carlson’s gonna take you to the doctor” (64-65). As soon as Lennie has George’s permission to fight back, Lennie simply breaks Curley’s hand. Lennie never wants to cause harm, but he does not know his own strength. When Curley picks a fight with the largest man on the farm, he and the other farmers do not realize Lennie has the mental capability to attack a human. Steinbeck intentionally uses “machine” to emphasize Lennie’s stalwartness. Waves crash on every coastline each day. Tsunamis are waves, yet they always result in death if anyone underestimates their strength. Steinbeck foreshadows Curley’s wife’s death when Lennie simply breaks Curley’s hand. Furthermore, when Lennie executes his new puppy, Steinbeck foreshadows Lennie ending Curley’s wife’s life. George and Slim both agree Lennie should allow his puppy to spend time with its mother. Lennie disobeys these rules, forcing him to explain to Curley’s wife that, “He [puppy] was so little. I was just playin’ with him an’ he made like he’s gonna bite me...an’ I made like I was gonna smack him...an’...an’ I done it. An’ then he was dead” (87). Curley’s wife tells Lennie mutts are common, allowing Lennie to relax his guard. Lennie acts without properly thinking, resulting in undesirable outcomes. Lennie does not know how to manage his strength and when to use it. Steinbeck intentionally uses “dead” to emphasize that Lennie has killed a mouse and a puppy. The animals increase in size and overall purpose. Babies frequently bite people, but they live with innocence and cannot tell right versus wrong. Steinbeck foreshadows Curley’s wife’s death when Lennie ends the life of his puppy. John Steinbeck uses foreshadowing throughout his realistic fiction novella in order to force the reader to read beyond the present. Lennie kills a

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drug to himself. Each time he uses it on an animal or person, the outcome worsens. Every time Lennie uses his strength, it dominates, just as drugs do for humans. Whenever Lennie uses his strength on a living thing, he upgrades to a stronger and more dangerous drug. His final and most powerful dose kills Curley’s wife as well as his and George’s American dream. Their efforts and hopes simply evaporate because of Lennie’s addiction.

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Iris Lu, Cindy Lin, and Yoyo Li

Ubi Agrippina ambulavit per magnam silvam, albos fungos in terrā spectabat. Agrippina: “Meus maritus amat fungos. Volo Claudium necare. Necabo eum.” Agrippina manu fungos tulit et festinavit ad domum. Illa constituit consilium capere Claudium necare et Neronem proximum imperatorem facere. Illa ambulavit domum et culinam intravit. pecuniam Haloto dedit et ille venemum celavit. Agrippina: “Simulac Claudius fungos comsumserit, morietur. Halote, noli dicere de venemo.” Coquus: “Ita, Regina Agrippina.” Postea, dum cenant, Claudius consumsit fungos. Claudius: “Fungus est delic- Eheu!” Est mortuus. Agrippina: “Nunc est mortuus, Nero poterit esse proximus imperator.” FINIS When Agrippina walked through the forest, she was looking at white mushrooms on the ground. Agrippina: “My husband loves mushrooms. I want to kill Claudius. I will kill him.” Agrippina brought the mushrooms in her hand and hurried to her home. She decided to form a plan to kill Claudius and make Nero the next emperor. She walked toward her house and entered the kitchen. She gave money to Halotus and he hid the poison. Agrippina: “As soon as my husband eats the mushrooms, he will die. Halotus, don’t talk about the poison.” The cook: “Yes, Queen Agrippina.” Later, while they were eating, Claudius ate the mushrooms. Claudius: “The mushroom is delic...Oh no!” He died. Agrippina: “Now he is dead. Nero will be able to be emperor.” The end.

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WELCOME TO WINTER Owen Majit

Dear Lily Josephine Warmington: I am writing this letter to bring to your attention that I am unhappy with the amount of time you are spending with your friends and boyfriend. As your next-door neighbor, I rarely ever see your presence in our home. I am highly dissatisfied with your behavior, especially during this chaotic time. As you should already know, there is a global pandemic. Therefore, you should not be with other people outside of your family. I hope that you will not get COVID-19. I am concerned because the more frequently you go out, the more likely you are to be exposed. I ask that you take our family’s well-being into consideration by staying at home and hanging out with me instead. Secondly, as your beloved favorite sister, I ask that you ditch the friends and play with me because I am better. Spending time with me will help slow COVID by reducing the number of people that will go expose themselves to the outside world. Moreover, I believe that it is “scientifically proven” that spending time away from the family for too long will get you kicked out of the house permanently. On the other hand, spending time with your little sister will make you never want to leave. I hope this letter finds you well, and that it will give you a change of mind regarding spending too much time without me. I kindly request you put this into consideration and spend less time with your boyfriend and friends. Thank you for your time and I look forward to hearing back from you. Sincerely, Charlotte Rose Warmington

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Winter. The cold, shriveling breeze blows around the small, cozy village as families huddle together in the warmth of their homes. Dark smoke rises from chimneys while the smell of hot cocoa moves through the air. The packed white snow covers everything in sight. The talk of unique stories of the eventful day is heard throughout the village. Snowballs from the previous day are outside, waiting for the soothing heat from the sun to reduce them to a liquid. Sleds lay on the tops of steep, snow-covered hills as their owners eagerly await the next time they will be able to use them. When night falls, the village is a whole new place. Young children head up to their comfortable beds as northern lights dance across the sky. Parents sit on the inviting couch, finally able to watch their favorite show in peace. Winter is family. Winter. The sun peaks around the hills as families begin to awake, excited, and ready for the day. Kids quickly shovel breakfast into their hungry mouths, cereal dropping on the floor around them. Parents groggily change and walk downstairs to the monstrosity of a mess created by their children. Nobody cares. People and snowmen populate the white, powdery streets. Snowballs streak through the air like bullets. Teenagers race to the top of the tallest hill, anxious and eager to begin the day with some thrilling and competitive sledding. Adults race to their jobs, making sure to grab a warm coffee to keep them awake. Even the kids who usually stay inside and play intense video games are outside, bathing in snow as their faces go numb. Toddlers who aren’t old enough to participate in the traditional winter activities make intricate and detailed snow angels and try their best to create a stable snowman. Winter is fun. Winter. The massive, bright sun begins to set on the small village. The children slowly make their way back inside to their warm and inviting homes. Adults, impeded by the snow, drive back from their daily jobs and are welcomed back by their tired and messy kids. Families clean up from the activities of the day and sit down together for a much-needed dinner. Food, shoveled violently into hungry mouths while grandpa complains about how civilized people used to be when eating. Popcorn, waiting patiently on the couch for the evening movie. Blankets, lying comfortably on the rug for the children to snuggle up into. The village, quiet but filled with the sing-song voices of the sparrows in the snow-covered pine trees. Winter is calm.

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THE MAGNIFICENCE OF IRVINE Cindy Lin

If I step outside my room, I enter a radiant wonderland. The viridescent scenery flows, wrapping around itself in an embrace. Its serenity hangs, suspended in midair, living in the flowers and the grass, and in the plants that dance leisurely in the warm breeze. Houses of multifarious sizes and colors overlook the valley below, their colorful tiles refulgent in the sparkly sunlight. Picturesque and beauteous, this landscape glistens with vividness and life, a Da Vinci masterpiece. Not far from here, however, a whole different world awaits, bustling with life. Immense skyscrapers loom over minuscule shopping centers, filled with exhilarated customers gossiping and giggling. Cars zoom across neatlypaved roads, roaring with ferociousness as they pass. The entire world is alive with energy, yet a much different kind from the natural glitter of confidence that the quiet village emits. Here, the atmosphere expels energy unlike any other, fueled by fire and determination, filled to the brim with vitality. This is my town, Irvine: two different worlds at once, and I’m proud to be a part of both. The Great Park in Irvine hails as one of the most palatial attractions Orange County has to offer, and it resides in the heart of my hometown. Every day, young children skip boisterously on its lush hillsides while their parents watch from afar. Close by, on a colossal plain gushing with exuberant and crisp grass, adolescents engage in games of soccer, pushing and pulling skittishly while a referee viciously blows the whistle. The resonant chime suspends in midair for what seems like hours, spreading thinner and thinner into the warm breeze until it fades away into nothingness, giving way to ferocious shouts and the squeaking of soccer shoes on the damp lawn. Surrounding intense matches are even more matches, games of baseball, tennis, and volleyball. The entire atmosphere bursts with the energy and anticipation of a battle about to begin and of the perseverance and perspiration of players, fighting until the last. The varied activities form a symphony with riveting players, all unique in their own way and all making their different yet beautiful sounds: the brushing of skin against skin; the sound of balls bouncing upon a hardwood floor; the bump and woosh of the ball making contact with limber hands or flying through the air, hurtling towards its next destination. Instead of being cacophonous, however, this reverberation is graceful to the ears of the witnesses. Irvine is a euphonious symphony. The Great Park serves as only one central hub of Irvine. The Irvine Spectrum Center, its much busier, dazzling, and irresistible counterpart, is just as elite of an entertainment center as the Great Park— if not more attractive. The Giant Wheel stands as the most glittery and symbolic item in the entire Spectrum Center complex, a Mickey Mouse to a Disney. Visible from long distances, the Giant Wheel announces, when lit at night, that one has passed by the ultimate entertainment center of Irvine. Although it may not be the tallest Ferris wheel in the world, it will be forever remembered as one of the most breathtaking and beloved attractions to its local Irvine citizens. The Giant wheel, however, is just one attraction in the Irvine Spectrum Center. On its colossal grounds, the Irvine Spectrum Center houses not only the tallest building in Orange County but also hundreds and hundreds of varying stores and restaurants: from the Cheesecake to the Hello Kitty, to the enormous Nordstrom sitting squarely in the front. This gives giddy customers a manifold of shopping choices and warrants a day well spent. However, the most breathtaking sight of the Irvine Spectrum Center arises at night. Indeed, the nighttime scene of the Irvine Spectrum Center, with the whooshing and blinking of cars on the I-405 right next to it, bursts with life and portrays the most coruscating sight in the entire city. Irvine is a cascade of energy.

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