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April's Teacher Spotlight

Want to get to know some of the creative writing masters behind “Take My Word For It!”? Meet this month’s teacher spotlight, Apollo Papafrangou!

Name: Apollo Papafrangou

Currently working at: Thornhill Elementary

Hometown: Oakland, CA

What’s your favorite bookstore? Diesel Books. Good selection of titles, friendly staff, and it's walking distance from my house!

What’s your favorite VERB? Persevere.

If your life was a book, what would be the title? "The Chronicles of a Gentleman."

Did a teacher or another writer inspire you to write? How? A local author named Jess Mowry inspired me to begin writing seriously at the age of twelve. I had written stories prior to reading his work, but his lyrical fiction -- about Bay Area youth -- resonated with me to such a degree that I wanted to write a book of my own.

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Words from Our Young Authors at Sonoma Mountain Elementary

This Winter we explored the wonderful world of food in our “Peanut Butter and The Pen” curriculum. We practiced writing vivid descriptions of food, using adjectives and active verbs, similes and metaphors. Students wrote stories, advertisements, warnings and odes, as well as a “Recipe of Me.” Read some of our favorite excerpts from the session below!  From an experience trying a suspicious food for the first time:

I thought frog legs were not good tasting but after I went to the same buffet for the second time, my mom urged me to eat the frog legs. To my surprise, the fried frog legs weren’t mushy. The fried frog legs were not that salty. It tasted a bit like chicken.

- Alan

Mushrooms have a mushy, gushy, slimy and nasty taste. I think they look cool, but taste gruesome. They should be against the law. They have a frothy texture. I forever hate mushrooms. The first time I tried them I felt sick!

- Sophia

From an exercise using similes, metaphors and/or personification to describe the following foods:

Chips taste like something from Yellowstone Park. Corn on the cob tastes like little rubber tents filled with liquid. Jello looks like a see-through jelly substance. Bubble gum looks like cooked slime brains. Barbeque ribs taste like the ribs of an alien animal with traditional smushed brain sauce.

Nathaniel

From a prompt – A mad scientist invents a new glow-in-the-dark food using weird ingredients, and tries to get an unsuspecting kid to volunteer to eat it:

A mad scientist invents a glow in the dark food that contains globs of chewed up liver, killer zombies and 18,000,000,000 glow worms.

Dominic

From a prompt – Describe your breakfast this morning using all five of your five senses:

The fried eggs I had for breakfast were golden brown. Bubbles appeared and instantly popped, creating a sizzling sound. Its aroma filled the air.

Zenas

Once there was a vial. It lived happily with his test tube brothers. Then one day there was a mad scientist and he poured a green liquid into the vial and the vial turned evil. He poured himself into drinks and food. Then one day he made the mistake of pouring himself into a rich person’s drink and it was then that he met his enemy the antidote, who saw the person choking and went to the rescue. (To be continued...)

Cody

 

From a prompt –I discovered a new food: CHEESTERAMBOCCOLLI. What is it?

Cheesteramboccoli is cheese with broccoli. It looks like broccoli drizzled with cheese. The broccoli is cooked with oil and fried, and the cheese is melted.

Emma

From an ode – a poetic form written either to praise or pay tribute to the subject of the poem (in this case, food):

Ode to Orange Chocolate Ganache

Spit out your orangey flavor Give me thick, coarse dark chocolate Don’t just leave me I will always love your flavor Now, you may leave me now Wait! May I have another bite?

Tiffany

From creating a food character (personifying food) and writing its story:

Patty Potato was doing nothing one night in her Potatomobile but licking her pink hair. She then saw the potato signal and jumped into the potato suit. She zoomed through the produce section and into the frozen aisle. There, standing with stainless steel throwing sporks, was Annette Applehead. She hurled a spork at Patty but Patty dodged, and the spork hit some microwave lasagna. When Patty turned around, Annette was gone. She hopped in her vehicle and zoomed through the chips and bean dip section. She got out of the mobile and searched the aisle. “Kieahh!!” came a loud cry. Patty jerked her head towards the sound, just in time to see Gabe Garbonzo bean leap on top of her. She shucked him off, and pushed a secret button. A bowl appeared out of nowhere and cooked him! (Continued...)

Daniel

From a Recipe of Me – write ingredients that include characteristics about you, plus measurements and directions for preparing, cooking and serving:

This great looking recipe is full of strange, awesome ingredients. After eating this you’ll jump as if you are doing gymnastics!

1. Add 20 teaspoons of kindness with 12 ounces of candy lover. Stir in 1 big bowl.

2. Blend 9 cups of shyness with 100 tablespoons of gymnast. Add a little less than ½ of a micropinch of kind sister. Put into 2nd bowl. Cook in pan until turned into cake.

3. Last, add caramel to 1st bowl and make frosting out of it. Drench the frosting over cake and... EAT!!!

Audrey

 

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Words from Our Young Authors at Beach Elementary

This session at Beach we are exploring the elements of a good mystery. Our students have been crafting mystery stories and learning all about creative writing techniques, from character and plot development to using concrete details and the five senses to tell a story. We’ve been having a great time! Here are some teasers...

From: Describe a setting with the five senses.

In the woods

The woods smelled of bark. The sun shone through the trees. Birds chirped and flew from tree to tree. Squirrels ran among the leaves on the ground and ran from branch to branch. A small creek twisted between trees. Freshly fallen leaves flowed down the stream. A woodpecker pecked at a tree. Slick wet rocks poked above the water.

-Phoebe

From: A free write with the prompt “This is one story I’ve never told anyone.” 

Bang! Thunder crashed outside the house. The house shook as if made of paper. The foundation rattled and creaked. It didn’t sound like the old place could sustain anymore wear. Drip. Drip. Drip, drop, drip. Drip, drop, drip, drop. There was a leak directly above my bed. I rolled over and tried to sleep but I couldn’t.

-Calla

 

From: A free write with the prompt “I thought it was just a glitch in my computer...” 

I thought it was just a glitch in my computer. But that was yesterday, before I discovered that I was in a newspaper that said I was the most wanted man in the world. I went downstairs to talk to my parents, when they shrieked and called 9-1-1. I said, ‘I’m your son, not a fugitive.” They ran out of the house. What had I done?

-Rohan

 

From: How to organize a mystery around "Who? What? Where? When? Why? How?" using the prompt “It was missing.” 

Leah Weavin Mysteries Book 2 The Clue in the Note-Clock-Private-Book 

The mysterious object started floating in the air. Nobody knew what it was except me. I knew it was a note-clock-private-book. That is a notebook with a built-in automatic clock and a fold out thingy so you can write privately. People from all around town were gathering to see it. I’m Leah. Leah Weavin. I called my two best friends, Jane and Derik. I told them where I was and that they needed to get over here.

-Maria

 

From: Change or add a twist ending to a common fairytale. 

Little Blue Riding Hood

One sunny morning Little Blue Riding went skipping through the forest all the way to her grampa’s house. On the way there she met a sly mean looking fox that acted suspiciously nice to her. Little Bue Riding Hood ran away from the fox as fast as her dainty legs could carry her. Once she arrived she quickly tossed the wine bottle to her grampa and was halfway out the door when she noticed something very weird about her grandpa. She rushed back inside.

-Helena

 

From: Describe a setting using the five senses. 

In a damp bright place that smells like rain and dew, that has birds that chirp so soft. Your mouth is dry and sticky. You see trees and vines and really pretty flowers. You touch the flowers. They feel really soft and silky, practically perfect.

 -Olivia

From: A suspenseful mystery

There he was the evil scientist, James P. Beciss. When I went in, I saw my six friends in clear glass tubes in animal form.

"Oh my," I said.

"I knew you would come!" said James and he put his hand out and pulled me in to his black scarred hands." (To be continued...)

-Mingxin

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Words from Our Young Authors at Park Day, Grades 4-6

This session’s curriculum has been Poetry Palooza! Students have thrown themselves headlong into odes, alliterative poems, free-form poems, riddle poems, nature poems and more. Students have sharpened their metaphors, honed their personifications and written through all five senses. The results speak for themselves. From: Odes inspired by Pablo Neruda

Ode to the Pool

cool mysterious you cool me down on hot days but you splash too much even when I do not want you to often I am scared of the secrets you hold in the depths of your figure but I cannot stay mad forever.

-Ciel

 

 

From: What frightens us. Poems inspired by “Life Doesn’t Frighten Me At All” by Maya Angelou.

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No, no, no. I’m not afraid of heights. Bats or rats climbing up the wall. I am brave. I do not fear I shall drown. Spiders creeping up my back, bears getting ready to attack. No, I am brave. The dark, a fire being lit, snakes all around, are you afraid? I’m not. No, I’m brave. If I’m lost, no one around, I’m not afraid. The deep dark water under a beach, the dragon chasing me. I’m not afraid. I’m brave, brave, brave.

-Leila

 

From: Nature poems inspired by Mary Oliver

Things in Nature

The wind blows, I turn, behind a tree a golden dust is blown from its birthplace a plant, light green feathers bending down to help bugs go to higher ground. I walk one step – crunch the debris and undergrowth – stop as I go. Three more steps and I’m there. The tree is large, red, majestic. I float towards it, pulled against my will.

-Clara

 

From … : Nature poems inspired by Mary Oliver

Mist

Hiding the lock from the key, it is a mystery without an answer. The cool water spreads like a wave, hung, suspended, shrouding the reality from the familiar. Clouds are thoughts, full of desperation and hunger, layering the earth with beads of sweat as I shudder… the smell crisp and damp, beginnings and endings. The darkness behind you and the light ahead, a scale close to tipping. The world is mist, impermanent, ever shifting.

-Jo

From: Odes inspired by Pablo Neruda

Ode to Joshy

Scared hopeful lingering in the town as the Boy with the bread You sacrifice your skills and hope for falling help Desire flickering behind your crystal eyes Glory thoughts Calloused fingers Broken nails. You reach your head through the heat and your generosity is not forgiven and it never, ever will be.

-Mattie

 

From: Riddle poems

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You can walk down and around me. I bridge the gap between the view of a bird and the view of a snake. You can see me but I cannot see. On me your foot you place. At the end of me opposites lay the rich and the poor try to stay out of each other’s way. I am a gate and a barrier to two different worlds and from me you can see little boys and little girls.

-Ari

 

From: Alliteration poems

Purple

Perfectly perfect purple purpleness Pleasantly pleasant purple puffiness Purply pens purpleness perfection Purple paths perfectly pathy Penny Purple pummeled Pat Purple Purple Perfect Perfection Purpleness.

-Malayna

 

 

From: What frightens us. Poems inspired by “Life Doesn’t Frighten Me At All” by Maya Angelou.

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When the darkness closes in, When happiness seems to vanish, When the world seems to jolt and swing. When the shadows overwhelm you, When the shouts penetrate, When the voices scream and your ears bleed. When the sky seems so dark, When the stars seem impossibly far, When the candlelight in your eyes is blown out, You stumble for something to grab, the comfort of a friendly hand, Hope is that object, that hand, that comfort, that gets you through the day.

-Ruby

 

From: Riddle poem

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My mask reveals everything you see me in the dark but not in the light my tail is ringed with black wings. My environment is cities and forests I’m vicious with a square, rounded head your trash can is my bed.

-Cate

 

From … : What frightens us. Poems inspired by “Life Doesn’t Frighten Me At All” by Maya Angelou.

Life Doesn’t Frighten Me At All

Big red spiders being a rollercoaster rider life doesn’t frighten me at all. Flaming hot fire, I ain’t no liar, life doesn’t frighten me at all. Big waves may gobble me up, and all I say to strangers is ‘sup for life doesn’t frighten me at all. Sleek slithering snakes terrorists that aren’t fake for Pete’s sake, life doesn’t frighten me at all. When I have to say goodbye I don’t cry I just sigh life doesn’t frighten me at all.

-Jake

 

From: Odes inspired by Pablo Neruda

Ode to S’mores

Sticky creamy S’mores are made with Graham cracker, marshmallow, and chocolate and when they combine a tasty superpower. When you are hungry at a camp S’mores are just the thing the fun thing is that you have to melt it in the fire pit of doom then you bite into it it melts in your mouth and you feel relieved.

-Cayele

 

From: Odes inspired by Pablo Neruda

Ode to Clocks

You are very loud when I am trying to sleep. Without you I would be late for everything or never arrive.

-Paola

 

From: What frightens us. Poems inspired by “Life Doesn’t Frighten Me At All” by Maya Angelou.

Life Doesn’t Bother Me At All

Schoolgirls bragging little siblings nagging life doesn’t bother me at all. Itchy, itchy toes get sprayed with the hose life doesn’t bother me at all. Loud gum smacking sarcasm lacking life doesn’t bother me at all. Broken pencils uneven stencils life doesn’t bother me at all. Fluttering bugs too-tight hugs old men singing high-pitched ringing life doesn’t bother me at all. Balloons loud popping budget-free shopping life doesn’t bother me at all.

-Olivia

 

From … : Repeating lines and the personification of abstractions

When Joy Goes Home

When joy goes home Dad starts to scream Trees start to fall My life gets worse and worse. When joy goes home Mom starts to cry Buildings start to crumble My life gets worse and worse. When joy goes home Sister pounds the ground Everything is breaking up My life gets worse and worse. When joy goes home Brother kicks the furniture Everyone is dying My life gets worse and worse. Then joy returns Trees grow back Buildings stop crumbling Dad stops screaming Mom stops crying Sister stops pounding Brother stops kicking Everything comes back together Everyone lives My life gets better and better.

-Sonia

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Words from Our Young Authors at Joaquin Miller

Our curriculum this session at Joaquin Miller was "It’s a Mystery!", and we worked on character development, crafting setting, creating tension, and using concrete details. See some of our favorite excerpts below!

From: The most valuable _______ in the world was stolen!

The Chip

It all started on a very hot, humid day: April 24th at 5am. Joe felt a sharp, heated pain n his face, and suddenly he was engulfed in total darkness. A silent scream emerged from the brown burlap sack. "Be quiet in there," said a gruff and hostile voice. Joe didn't want to get hurt, he kept his words to himself.

Joe woke up in a rusty, dirty building. With his head throbbing in pain, he let out a small groan. It was accompanied by a sharp pain in his chest. "Where am I?" he groaned. "That doesn't matter. What matters is that you give me the potato chip," said the hostile voice. "What chip?" said Joe. "Har har," said the voice, "Give me the potato chip!" "Okay," said Joe, and he pulled out a small, crisp, yellow chip that smelled great. "On one condition," Joe said. "Oh," said the voice, "What is that?" Joe smiled and said, "That you give me a cookie." To be continued...

-Hunter

 

From: Mystery Prompts: This is the story I’ve never told

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This is the story I've never told. I am dead, or at least I was dead, and the only people who know this story are my parents. If it hadn't been for my best friend Juliet, I wouldn't be here today. It all started when I was five. I had a disease that made me not able to run. I kept it a secret, knowing that people would make fun of me. I had tests done plenty of times, but nothing like this: I was at school when I felt someone pushing my back, but it wasn't someone -- it was something, my bones to be exact. I decided to ignore it and keep playing, but it got worse. It started to feel like someone was kicking me in the back. I decided to tell a teacher, and that was when I started to scream I was in so much pain. The next thing I knew I was lying on a hospital bed, drinking cool sips of water and trying to sit up but it hurt too much. I would later learn that my muscle had turned halfway in the middle of my back. My dad told me that I might die. Later, Juliet came and held my hand, and somehow I stayed alive. Just like magic, though if you want to the doctor's version I made an incredible breakthrough.

-Julia

 

From: It Was Missing! writing prompt

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It was missing... Where is it? Where could it be? Help! Where am I? It is so dark and creepy. Oh... I'm in my room with the lights off doing a puzzle. But it's missing, I have to find it. I've looked everywhere. I turn on a light. The scene is going black and white. A few hours later I see something and pick it up with my very strong fingers. Just as I thought, it's a pig hair. Wait, do pigs even have hair? It's Dr. Dumpling, the stuffed pig. But suddenly, there is a THUD! I look outside and see a big ball of homework, my worst nightmare, coming towards me. To be continued...

-Marco

 

From: Creating an unexpected setting (a haunted house that’s safe and fun, a park that’s spooky and scary, etc)

An Unexpected Farm

When Little Jimmy was going to his cabin in Tahoe, he passed a farm that had a blue barn and smelled like rotten hay. Suddenly, as if by coincidence, the car stopped.

"Oh god," Papa Joe said, "The engine blew! Well, I guess I've to fix it. Go play with the chickens, Jimmy."

"Okay," said Jimmy.

Jimmy walked toward the barn. The air tasted wet from mildew. He went inside and heard the sound of horses, sheep, and all the things that were supposed to be on a farm. But when he went further in to investigate, the barn was empty. There was nothing.

"What?" Jimmy asked himself.

To be continued...

-Jordan

 

From … : Creating an unexpected setting (a haunted house that’s safe and fun, a park that’s spooky and scary, etc)

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There was a creepy old medieval castle covered in spider webs with eyeballs dangling in them, and spikes and dark horses inside. I was afraid to go inside, but then in front of my face I beheld the most amazing things: a pink unicorn, round bunnies, fluffy pandas, and a large golden dumpling.

-Gavin

 

From: Creating an unexpected setting (a haunted house that’s safe and fun, a park that’s spooky and scary, etc)

The Circus

When you think of a circus, you think of clowns, tents, shows, and elephants. But not this circus. This circus is different. The clowns wore only black costumes. You can smell heavy smoke, and the tents are full of dirt and bugs. The only food is vegetables, and that tastes like mud. There are no clean bathrooms, only port-a-potties that look like little abandoned jails. The sky is a dark shade of gray. This circus has the best, happiest name in the world, so a lot of people want to visit it. But right as they come in the gate, they leave. The children think it might be a joke, but the parents all say "Get out of there! It's dangerous!" The word spreads, and the circus tries to advertise all of the good things about it. But the advertising backfires. People complain and complain. Eventually it should shut down, but the circus has a secret that no one knows...

-Morgan

 

 

From: Mystery Prompts: Deep in the woods

A Wild Question

Deep in the woods of all woods there lived a mouse. Just an ordinary mouse. She was finishing middle school when she discovered that she was incredibly strong. Over the summer she practiced throwing twigs and could even set her own records. The first record she ever made wasn't very strong, it was four inches. She did six inches the next day. In the morning, she got up at 7am and jumped into a stream to rinse off. She dries off while eating breakfast, usually two blackberries and a pine nut, then she runs to the pond and back. Then she throws a mound of pebbles, until there is only dirt where the pebbles were. To be continued...

-Marley

 

From: Broken Fairytales (retelling fairytales to create tension)

Cinderella: A Broken Tale

In a closeby land lived a hideous guy... or was it a girl? Anyway, there was an upcoming hideous pageant and the winner would earn a hideous prince or princess. But the competition was big. Cinderella's ugly, digusting, pimple-faced stepsisters were so hideous they had bought 50 rags with their prize money from last year's pageant. Cinderella wanted to make the worst impression, so she ran a mile in her filthy rags until they had yellow sweat rings. But it wasn't enough. She wondered if she could ever go to the pageant. Then, all of a sudden, her hideous fairy-dead-mother appeared to grant her three wishes with her magic. The first was to make her ugly. The second was to have the most hideous ride to pageant, and the third was to win it all. The fairy-dead-mother warned her to be back by 4pm. Off Cinderella went, but she forgot about the deadline to return. To be continued...

-Samantha

 

From: The most valuable _________ in the world was missing

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The most valuable person in the world was kidnapped. He was either stolen by Dr. DuckBunnie or the evil society called The Kids. The one thing we know is this: it happened at 5:30am in his underground mansion. But Mr. Pebble was on the case. Mr. Pebble was a fat man with a pudgy nose. He had no hair, and his arms and legs were too short for his body. But best of all, he had a power that made him turn into a pebble so he could dodge bullets and disguise himself. Mr. Pebble went to Dr. DuckBunnie's lair to investigate. It was an old shack covered in mildew. When he in, it transformed into an underground mansion. He checked all of the rooms, except one. When he went into the last one, there was a pressure plate, but fortunately he leapt out of the house just before it exploded. Next, Mr. Pebble went to The Kids' society in Austin, Texas. He walked in expecting nobody, but The Kids were waiting for him. They tied him up in a chair. The rope was old and super tight across his fat stomach. Mr. Pebble quickly turned into a small yellow pebble and hopped under the chair. Then he realized what had happened: Dr. Duckbunnie and The Kids had teamed up to kidnap the most valuable person in the world! To be continued...

-Luke

 

From: Broken Fairytales (retelling fairytales to create tension)

The Two Little Pigs... and the Sassy One

There were these three little pigs who needed houses. One pig said, "My house will be made of dirt." The other pig said, "Mine will be made out of rocks." The two pigs came across another house that was made of steel. They stared and stared at it, and they wanted to steal it. But they couldn't think of how, so they went home to watch the Cinderella Talk Show. In the meantime, Sally the Sassy Pig took over the steel house and placed a flag at the top. When the first two pigs returned, the wandered inside the house and saw Sally sitting on the couch. "Sally!" they cried, "This is our house!" But Sally ignored them.

In another part of town, Wolf was asking himself what he should steal that afternoon. He happened to go by the pig's house and saw the steel. A light bulb went off: "I can steal the steel!" Wolf thought to himself. To be continued...

-DJ

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March's Teacher Spotlight

Want to get to know some of the creative writing masters behind "Take My Word For It!"? Meet this month's teacher spotlight, Casey Busher! Name: Casey Busher

Currently working at: Hillcrest

Hometown: Berkeley

What’s your favorite bookstore? It's since closed down, but I loved shopping at West Side Stories in Santa Cruz when I went to school there. It smelled great, like old books, and played Ella Fitzgerald. They sold really cheap editions of Shakespeare plays and other books from the 60's and 70's, with strange colorful covers.

What’s your favorite VERB?  BASK

If your life was a book, what would be the title? My Cup Runneth Over: I Spilleth on Myself

Did a teacher inspire you to be a writer? How? Yes, a professor in college praised me, which is always encouraging, but my third-grade teacher inspired me a lot too, by teaching me about Greek mythology and cursive in the same year; my early writing packed at least three adjectives per sentence.

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