by fennvoice | Jan 19, 2023 | Class of 2027
by 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
by fennvoice | Jan 11, 2023 | Class of 2027
~Tommy Belin, Class of 2027
Ratttttttttttttttttat…..!
“Was that auto fire”? I say. “That was like a lawn mower engine.”
I peek around the building – BOOM, BOOM – paint splatters on the wall.
“Awwwww he sees me,” I think in my head. “Wait, is that Robert?”
I peek again – BOOM, kerSPLOOSH – a head shot.
(more…)
by fennvoice | Jan 11, 2023 | Class of 2027
~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!!!!
by fennvoice | Jan 11, 2023 | Class of 2027
~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.
by fennvoice | Jan 11, 2023 | Class of 2027
~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.
