Mission Trout

~Bode Johnson, Class of 2027

The story that I’m about to tell you, takes place at Walden Pond state park 3 days before winter break ends.

     My dad and I had just parked, at 7:34 AM. We walked down a path that led us to our secret fishing spot where we set up our gear, rods, net, chairs, cooler, and bait bucket. 

     I then casted the rods out with shimmering, shiny minnows on hooks. While we were waiting for our first trout we were using binoculars to look for birds, bald eagles, belted kingfishers, Canadian geese, and wood ducks. 

     When more and more fisherman started to roll in they were catching trout left and right – rainbows, browns, and brook trout…  but not us!

      We were losing hope. It was about 9:40 am when the trout started to calm down and stop biting and then I had it. 

     I made a contraption that works like a method lead – a technique used for carp. I casted  it out,  and we waited.

     We were just talking about leaving when – clink!  The  rod fell to the ground.

      I ran  over, grabbed it, and started to reel. 

      I felt  headshakes through the line.

      Then, finally,  my dad netted the trout!!!!

Look Around

~J.D, Souza, Class of 2027

Crowded city, packed with people

Tall buildings hanging over your head

Street performers dancing to the sound of music 

Different types of Stores all around filled with excitement 

Food stands that smell so good 

People dressed up as movie characters asking if you want to take a picture with them, but don’t it will cost you $500

Beautiful sites to see

Seeing the nbc new building and getting on tv in the background 

Skating on outdoor rink outside of Rockefeller plaza 

The best restaurants with the BEST food ever

So if you go to New York just look around.

My Smelly Buddies

~Thomas Carroll, Class of 2027

My helmet, the most important thing in my bag

My gloves, equivalent to a nuclear bomb in stench 
That’s why I tell people to clench their nose 
It could take down an entire civilization
Or is that just my imagination 

My skates, my wheels 
Everyone tries not to squeal 
When they see me flying on my wheels 

My stick, something way too expensive 
That’s pretty inoffensive, right?

And my shoulder pads, growing smaller by the days 

My knee pads, my saviors 
If I didn’t have those, I wouldn’t have legs 
that’s why I beg not to have chicken legs

My jersey, a velvet red with a tint of blue
Is it really true, mama?
Are you making beef stew?
Ewww.

My elbow pads, they’re no fad
But my smelly buddies are certainly rad.

The Impossible Game

~Andrew Bates, Class of 2027

How do you win an impossible game?
How do you get out of incredible shame?
How to tell the difference between glory and pain?
The answer is one and the same.

So like the spider said to the fly,
As the latter let out a sigh,
“Why accept fate when you could fly,
Because you could’ve, and should’ve flown high.”

If you’re not going to win,
Don’t stand back and let it in.
At least try to get a grin, 
Because they like seeing 
A good game

So remember the spider
And the fire inside her 
So don’t give up
And eventually you’ll win.

How do you win an impossible game?
How do you get out of incredible shame?
How to tell the difference between glory and pain?
The answer is one and the same.