The
NAUTILUS
A Selection
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Work From San Francisco Waldorf School: Grades 1 – 8
CHALKBOARD DRAWING Cover Page: Pastel Veil Painting by Faculty | Left: Chalkboard Drawing by Wendy Baschkopf Nautilus Layout Design by Emily Hong Daniel
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Dear students,
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elcome to the many chambered
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his magazine is for you in place of the spring assembly. The All School Assembly is a cherished tradition in Waldorf Schools around the globe. In our classrooms, we learn from each other’s striving, success, and mistakes. Each encourages the students to do their best, try harder or dig deeper. This is what it means to be learning in the community. In our current isolation, we all miss this community very much.
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he Grade School assembly broadens the horizon of that experience beyond the classroom and allows us a peek into the other classes. Whether we look ahead to what’s to come or review what was, each class has a unique perspective on the presentations. In this spirit, we offer the magazine as a sampling, for your inspiration, of what was finished at home.
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hould we be kept out of school for longer, a second edition is planned…or perhaps we will continue it in any event.
Sending our heartfelt wishes for continued health,
Monika Leitz
Editor, for the faculty and staff
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GRADE ONE Our mornings are only complete when we are all together, singing, speaking and moving beautifully as one whole. – Susan Bolich-Giddens
Above: Painting Right: Math by Shiuli Chambers Page 5: Handwriting Practice
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GRADE TWO Here we stand Sunbeams so bright Filling the world With our warm, loving light
Saint Francis by John Lucena
From Drawing by Juliette Lucena
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An Illustration of Shel Silverstein’s poem, “Tree House” by Benzo Murano
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GRADE THREE The sun with loving light Makes bright for me each day
Mandarin by Ayan Bhatti
Drawing by Phoebe de Castro
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Little House on the Prairie by Aria Lawson
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GRADE FOUR Though in noon’s heaven no star you see, Know well that many there must be. And with your soul’s extended ears You’ll hear the music of the spheres.
Painting Inspired by Trumpet of the Swan by Parker Washington
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An Excerpt from “Tau the Lioness”, an Animal Report, by Zoe Murano
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Left: Artwork by Imane Moosa
Right: Artwork by Javiera Tapia Orellana
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Owl of Snow an acrostic by Maja Karolak
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GRADE FIVE Bring a Spring Upon ‘er! – Captain Steller
Above: Treasure Map by Olive Munden Page 15: Artwork & Design by Johanna Lehto
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Left: Handwork Sock by Ava Behnia
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Left: Wisconsin’s State Flower by Beatrice Lawson Right: Land and Water of North America by Jackson Heydon-Berkowitz
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GRADE SIX May wisdom shine through me, May love flow within me, May strength penetrate me, That in me may arise, A servant of sacred things, A helper of humankind, Selfless and true. - The Knight’s Prayer
Illuminated Verses Left: Willem Henstock Right: Audrey Hoffsis
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CoronavirusWe are all stuck here at home When will we be free? Thought we bring you glee, I’m afraid we must flee For we shall not rest Till we’ve done our best This virus will be stopped. Left : Mandarin by Martha Helbekkmo Above & Below: Limericks and Haikus from Grade 6
The sun shining bright Welcoming a great new day, Now the day begins. The sunshine shone over the flower Which gave it so much power The bees were all happy Which made them act wacky And made them dance for hours.
There once was a boy from Oakland Whose quarantine he could not stand His mother was cross, His friends at a loss So he stuck his head in the sand..
Catch me as I fall One single petal so small The wind scatters all. After the cool rain The earth is refreshed and pure New plants are blooming.
Light gentle breeze Droplets of clear shiny dew, Cotton-candy clouds. Sun-streaked evenings, radiant gold Budding trees and flowers unfold, But where the truth lies Not the butterflies Is the work and stories untold.
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GRADE SEVEN When you rise in the morning, give thanks for the light, for your life, for your strength. Give thanks for your food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason to give thanks, the fault lies in yourself. – Tecumseh Prayer of Gratitude
Joan of Arc Reuben Jones Joan of Arc was born into a poor family in Domremy, France. She was born in 1412 and died in 1431. She was almost always in her garden in the quiet. One day she was in their garden when Joan had a vision of Saint Michael and a couple of other Saints. They told her that she was the prophecy to save France. That one vision motivated her so much that she went all the way to the war to fight for France. Charles VII was not king yet. He believed in her so much that he made her a leader in the war.
Temari Ball by Cyrus Chambers
Joan eventually made a name for herself as the only woman to ever lead the fight in the 100 years war!! She led the French to defeat the English in Orleans and Patay and keep them out! She had won decisive victories in favor of France. The English were frightful that a woman had more power than they did. The English captured her and put her on trial. The judge was not even a real judge and had paid for his spot in law. She was sentenced to death to be burned at the stake because she wore men’s clothes as a woman. After the death, the Executioner even said that he had killed a holy woman. The last thing that Joan ever saw was the crucifix on her chest.
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Joan of Arc (1412 – 1431) Aria Ramsinghani I was born in Domremy, France. I lived a simple life in a small house with just enough to eat. I loved the garden behind my house because it was always abundant with beautiful flowers. I remember distinctly one day in the garden when I had a vision of saints. They came to me and spoke sweet words. They told me that someday I would be the great hope of France. I was also to save Charles VII and see him crowned as King. I knew what I had to do and left for Chinon to talk with Charles. I asked him for an army with which I could fight and make him King. We marched to Orleans, fought the siege and turned it around in nine days! We had a series of victories from then on. Alas, there couldn’t only be victories. Life wasn’t only roses. I tumbled from my horse outside the gates of the city and was captured. I was thrown into a tower where I was imprisoned for months. It was terrible. Eventually, I jumped from the tower only to be caught again. After some time, I had a trial from the English Church. I was tied to a pole on which I hung helplessly. My whole life behind me, they asked me what my last wish was. I told them I wished to see the Christian cross before I died. I wanted to see the purity of Christ while everything else was black and disrupted; while everyone thought I was a witch. An English soldier, who was present during my trial, slashed a cross of two sticks with some meager string. He held it up as I was set to flames and was burned away from the universe and all the people I loved.
A Color Exercise by Grade 7 Students
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Praise the Life Miles Macdonald
GRADE EIGHT
Poetry Inspired by Joy Harjo, Poet Laureate
Page 23: Perspective Drawing by Charlotte Henstock
Praise the sun, the tranquil still The mist of the falls, the green grass— Praise the generous, the white snow The flight of bird, the ignorance— Praise the fools, the wooden chairs The acrobats, the small chipmunk— Praise the atoms, the electric flow The whirling wheels, the patient crocodile— Praise the flaming core, the infants The rappers and wrappers, the quiet— Praise the warmth, the seeing The run, the actions— Praise the game, the curse The saints, the cursed— Praise happy. Praise weird. Praise the acts we take for granted. Praise the deeds we do from our hearts. Praise the dead and the dying. Praise challenges; praise the finish. Praise the doing and praise the doer. Praise the life; it brings more life. Praise the life; it brings more life.
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Praise the Wilderness Ananda White Praise the wilderness, the snake’s slither The Vast outdoors, the mouse’s squeakPraise the shrubs, the weeds, The hawk’s call, rustle of the windPraise the crashing waves, the sandy shores, The wilting palm, the magma corePraise fire, the warming light, The Sun, the moonPraise quiet lanes, the bustling roads, The thoroughfare, the roadkill’s spiritPraise the dog’s voice, Raven’s gronk, The bears’ growl, the heart of the redwoodPraise the earth, SaturnThe clouds of Venus, and Jupiter’s eyePraise evolution, our minds, All that we have learned, the universePraise the leaves, photosynthesis, The mother’s care, the ancient wisdomPraise the cube, the sphere, The dodecahedron, the writing inkPraise the wilderness; it brings us home Praise the wilderness; it brings us home.
Pastel Veil Paintings Above: Lilianna Roman Below: Anonymous
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Praise the Rain Anonymous Praise the rain, the housecat prowl The roar of water, the insect skitter Praise the soil, the earthworm crawl The drift of clouds, the peacefulness Praise the wind, the roaring current, The leaf tremble, the sand fly Praise the darkness, the dusk descend, The branch freeze, the flower bloom Praise the immovable, moving earth The land form, the land decay Praise the hills, the hawk soar, The standing stone, the heat shimmer Praise the heights, the empty peaks, The desolation, the ineffable void Praise the ignorance. Praise despair. Praise the forks in the road of life. Praise the places roads don’t go. Praise the destroyed and the destroyer. Praise the silence; praise the sound. Praise the night and praise the sun. Praise the rain; it brings more rain. Praise the rain; it brings more rain.
Praise the Light Molly Wazna-Blank
Pastel Veil Painting by Cole Charas
Praise the light, the open book The warmth of home, the empty glassPraise the snow, the fox tail The bowl of rice, the windPraise the music, the smiling face The cobblestone, the winding streetPraise the forest, the welcome home The starry sky, the beating heartPraise the bright, endless rainbow The slowest stroll, the bitten breadPraise love, the soaring bird The nest for egg, the flickering flamePraise the bold, the endless time The last question, left unansweredPraise dance. Praise song. Praise the mind that lets us dream. Praise the silence in every place. Praise the painter and the paint. Praise greetings; praise the goodbye. Praise the spirit and praise the soul. Praise the light; it brings more light. Praise the light; it brings more light.
Black and White Perspective Drawing by Tristan Kazor (Grade 6)