Slice-of-Life Day Two Entries: One Teacher…One Student

Two at a Time

By Mrs. Davis

Every morning

Without fail

My alarm rings

(for the fourth time)

I sigh, roll out of bed,

and I trip over Moses, my poodle,

wound tightly in his worn oval bed just beside mine.

He doesn’t even flinch.

No sooner do my two feet hit the floor

than Jasper, my Schnauzer, is already on my bed

tunneled beneath the just-evacuated covers,

Hoping my husband Ben won’t notice

The switcheroo.

They stay put

Moses and Jasper do

(slightly annoyed by the turning on of lights

And the buzz of the hair dryer)

Until the inevitable moment

When I walk down the hallway,

Turn the corner,

Take that first creaky step downstairs.

And then, because nature calls,

They rise reluctantly

With simultaneous yawns and stretches

and hobble down the stairs,

through the kitchen,

out the back door

To a wake-up call of cool breezes blowing through the backyard

Everyday

Without fail

Moses and Jasper do

One of Two

By Ryleigh J, 5^th Grade Heritage

Ever since I remember, I’ve been one of two.

Thomas and me.

One of two who LOVE mom’s zucchini bread.

One of the two who like homemade lemonade.

One of the two who like the pool on hot summer days

And eating ice cream.

I’m the only one with long light brown hair and has

My mom’s hazel eyes.

I’m one of the two who likes riding bikes

around the neighborhood on summer days.

When Thomas isn’t around I become one of three.

My dad, mom, and me.

And that’s ok too.