BUOY
A LITERARY ARTS MAGAZINE OF TALBOT COUNTY PUBLIC SCHOOLS
ELEMENTARY AND MIDDLE SCHOOL
A LITERARY ARTS MAGAZINE OF TALBOT COUNTY PUBLIC SCHOOLS
ELEMENTARY AND MIDDLE SCHOOL
1.( n ) TO MARK BY OR AS IF BY A FLOAT
2. ( v ) a . TO KEEP AFLOAT B. TO SUPPORT, UPLIFT Faculty
Front Cover Art
Katie Fuentes-Aguilar 5th grade, CDES
Lyndsey Basham Curation and Magazine Design Saint Michaels Middle High Art
James Redman Curriculum Supervisor for Fine Arts
Christie Dugan White Marsh Elementary School
Derek Enzor
Back Cover Art
Alison Lister 5th grade, CDES
Saint Michaels Elementary School & Tilghman Elementary School
Jeremy Joseph Easton Elementary School
Tara Leeson Chapel District Elementary School
Shawn Leffler Easton Middle School
Bridget Whited
Saint Michaels Middle High School
The Reynolds-Cristano Fund of the Midshore Community Foundation
The TCPS Education Foundation of Talbot County Public Schools
With special thanks to Mrs. Debbie Gardener
Dr. Sharon Pepukayi TCPS Superintende nt
Dr. Helga Einhorn TCPS Assistant Superintendent
Dr. Indra Bullock Saint Michaels Elementary School Principal
Dr. Kari Clow Chapel District Elementary School Principal
Mr. Corey Devaric Tilghman Elementary School Principal
Ms. Kelly Murdoch Easton Middle School Principal
Dr. Lisa DeVaric Easton Elementary School Principal
Ms. Kim Seidel White Marsh Elementary School Principal
Mrs. Theresa Vener St. Michaels Middle High School Principal
Thank you Educators for offering creative outlets for your students and inspiring them to submit to Buoy.
Emily Jackson Board President
Candace Henry Board Vice President
Jymil Thompson
Mary E. Wheeler
Amy Dodson
Susan Delean-Botkin
Deborah Bridges
Buoy would not have happened without the inspirational teachers whose perseverance and energy through these few years continued to inspire students to go beyond the daily curriculum and adventure into the arts, analysis and writing.
The magazine collaboration was the brainstorm of the Gifted and Talented Supervisor, Dr. Sherry Sutton, Carol Reed, and the cohort of art teachers, and the GTI staff.
Most importantly, we thank the five elementary schools and our two middle schools of TCPS. Students were given the opportunity to submit again to continue our voyage and keep us floating along. We hope you enjoy the wide range of selfexpression and emotion our talented students have to offer. Our students, teachers and GT staff and arts cohort thank the Reynolds-Cristano Fund of the Mid-shore Community Foundation and TCPS Education Foundation for their generous funding of this project.
Additional thanks to our staff and faculty at our seven elementary and middle schools:
Chapel District Elementary School, CDES Easton Elementary School, EES Easton Middle School, EMS
Saint Michaels Elementary School, SMES
Saint Michaels Middle High School, SMMS Tilghman Elementary School, TES White Marsh Elementary School, WMES
Hello students! We hope you are ready for another wonderful ride through these pages full of creativity. Please continue creating and using the arts to help you float through life! Hopefully the art in these pages will make you question, make you dream, mak you inspired, and most importantly make you feel! May the arts carry you always!
P.S. How many buoys can you find in this issue? The answer is at the bottom of the last page!
Thin layers made of chitin
Building up your wings
The bittersweet feeling
Of life’s tinted things
Like mysteries in the dark
Fluttering through an endless ending
Darkened depths made of daunting death
Changing minds for lines pretending
Bones crossed beneath the soil
Transforming from Sun to Moon
Moths scattering across the melted glass
Night spilling its empty gloom
by Joelle Horney-Weems8th
grade, EMSI’m up at bat during the 15th inning of the Little League World Series. There are three balls, two strikes, and two outs with the bases loaded. They’re up 10-7 from their last at-bat. Now, it’s all up to me to win this thing or we’re done for the season against our biggest rivals, the Tigers.
Suddenly, I woke up. We’re on the travel bus when my friend, Aaron, calls out to me and says, “We’re all taking a vote for what we should get for lunch and you’re the deciding vote. The king or the clown?”
I respond with, “Let’s get funny!”
I then hear some groans and some cheers, like Aaron’s.
“All of your lunches are all on me!” he says, “Only if you guys help me win this game against the Tigers!”
They all respond by promising him that we’ll win the game. Then I remember that we both hate each other, so it will be a dirty game from the start.
We’re all so nervous in the dugout of our final game of the season and we’re all waiting for the time to go out. Then our coach makes the motivational speech of the century as he hates the Tigers even more than we do as his brother is the coach and they always beat us in the playoffs. Then we get out there and we play ball. In the first inning, Aaron makes two grand slams and the Tigers get 5 runs. Aaron is in amazement when he says,
“ I think I threw out my arm and knees.” (continued on page 10...)
(continued from page 9..)
So we get the athletic trainer out here. He dislocated his right shoulder and tore his ACL in both of his knees. He can’t play anymore. So we keep going and then in the ninth inning, we get tied up 7 to 7. The coach called a meeting during the transition.
He said, “Alright our best player is out for the night so we have to keep fighting and we will not give up. We will continue to destroy them and we will not give up!”
That made us all go wild. We were hyped up and we were not going to give up! We kept going and at the top of the 15th, the Tiger scored 3 runs. We finished it quickly because we brought in our new closer. Then, the Tigers started to taunt us and say stuff like, “Bye, Bye losers! You guys suck! Go to heck with all the other losers!”
Well, we weren’t going to take it. Neither was our coach. He got ejected from the game. We were given the choice to forfeit or keep playing but with no coach. We decided to stay in to “Beat those jerks!” as Greg put it.
So, we start to bat. First-person has a pop-up out. Second-person puls a double. Third-person has a single. The fourth person strikes out. The fifth person walks. And somehow, it was now my turn. First pitch, strike. Second pitch, ball, and two more after that. Fifth pitch, strike. And that made me go back to the dream I had. Bases loaded. Two outs. I’m three and two and now the next pitch will be the last of the game. Either a win or a horrible loss.
Suddenly, the pitcher throws a knuckleball. I swing, and it’s a home run! The crowd is going wild! The team is jumping out of the dugout. Then it hits me.
We won! We won! All of a sudden I’m lifted into the air. We beat the Tigers!
People are chanting our name, “Let’s go Slammers! Let’s go!”
THE END
7th
Digital Painting
Joelle
8th Grade, EMS
Digital Painting
7th
Digital Painting
The night was almost like every other night. The birds were asleep, the wind gusting through the saturated green leaves. The street lamps were swarming with insects. I left my bedroom window open every night to let the cool breeze in. Then I would close the window, shutting the blinds and peacefully go to sleep.
I woke up in the middle of the night, feeling dehydrated. My entire body felts very cold and numb. I sat up and looked around to see that I had forgotten to close the window before I went to sleep. I examined the room to make sure I didn’t forget anything else. Nothing.
I got down off of my bed and went to close the window, but before I did I stuck my head out to feel the nice cold breeze on my face to wake me up. Sometimes, I hear some weird scratching coming from my glass window. At this point, I thought the scratching was coming from a raccoon who somehow managed to get on top of my roof.
I saw a small statuette of what looked like a little girl holding a plushie I assumed. I didn’t think much of it.
‘It’s probably my wild imagination,’ I thought to myself.
I closed the window and locked it to make sure it wouldn’t accidentally open due to the hard gust of wind. I flopped on my bed, knowing I am very dehydrated. I reluctantly got up, again, and opened the door to exit my room.
When I opened the door, it was very dark, and hard to see. I tried finding the light, but ended up ramming into a glass table. I fell to the ground in pain.
‘I should’ve brought my phone, could’ve used it as a light source,’ I thought, while I rubbed my head.
(continued on page 23...)
I felt something touch my hand. I quickly turned around to see what touched my hand. There was nothing that I could see or make out at the moment. Until I turned around again to face what was in front of me. There it was, a tall, black, boney figure, with white scribbles for eyes. It was right in front of me. It started to scratch on the glass table, and it sounded just like when something was scratching on my window.
I tried to get up, but something was keeping me from getting up. I knew it was somebody, because air isn’t that heavy to keep anyone down. Even though I was hurt I knew something or someone was doing this. I asked who was holding me down…No answer. I asked again…Still no answer. I turned my head around, barely being able to, since this thing was holding me back. . . . It was the girl, the one that I saw outside. She put my head back to where I saw the black figure.
Then the figure turned to me . . . It was perching.
THE END????
Names
Everybody has a name
Some are different
Some are the same
Some are short
Some are long
I would make a good mayor because I am caring, respectful, and protective. I am protective because I always protect the people I care about like the people in my town, and I would stand up for them. I would make sure that the roads and parks are safe because I do not want people to get hurt and for everyone to be safe. I will do this by hiring people to fix roads and parks. I will add more recycling bins so it would be better for the ecosystem. So, I will use the tax money and buy more recycling bins. You should vote for me as mayor because I listen to people. I’m respectful. I will make sure that the fire department, police, businesses, roads and parks are good and that people are safe! I would also donate to the hospital so they can save people!
ETOVIf I was mayor, I would be a good mayor because I am respectful and helpful. I respect my family and friends and I like being helpful. First, I will open a foodbank for people in need and I will save food for the food bank. I will make a charity to raise money for park upgrades because some parks have not gotten new equipment in years. I would get new equipment to add.
I would make a good mayor because I am trustworthy and dependable. I am trustworthy because you can always trust me to do anything that’s right. I am dependable because you can always depend on me to do something you ask me to. I would pick up trash on the ground because I don’t want animals to eat it and get sick or die. I don’t want trash to get people sick either. I will change a lane for first responders because they need to get to the hurt people quicker because some people don’t move out of their way. You should vote for me as mayor because I will keep you healthy and safe.
4th
5th
Isla
Mixed Media
Piper Petrichenko
5th grade, CDES
Tempura Paint
Poor Bird
Miserable and lost all its might
And yet still not able to fight
Weeping and Tired
Feeling so blue, Wishing and hoping just to bid adieu
Chuckles and giggles
Smirks and glee
No Power, just like me.
I know what it feels like, To seem so unheard
These people really are just upsurd But don’t forget that I love you For I am too the poor caged bird
Adilyn Wroten
1st Grade, WMES
Mixed Media
Sylis Larimore
1st Grade, EES
Tempera Paint
Gerson Diaz Perez
3rd Grade, EES
Mixed Media
Pssst. There are 13 buoys in this issue! Did you find them all?