Slice-of-Life Day Fifteen Entries: One Father…One Daughter...

What is it about the service men and women who guard the tomb of the Unknown Soldier? 
by Kevin Alisesky, 5^th Grade Parent, Heritage

What is it about the service men and women that guard the tomb of the Unknown Soldier? 

No fanfare.  No glitz.  Same routine.  Over and Over. 

Is it that every guard takes the same amount of steps, clicks and formations?  

Second by second, minute by minute, hour by hour, for months, years and decades.  

Is it that they never stop?  Through snow, hail and hurricanes. 

Is it that they do not do this for themselves, but for others?  

Always for others.  Giving us the constant reminder that we shall never forget.  

Never letting us forget that all we have is because of the Unknown. 

Is it because only an incredibly select few have the honor to guard the Unknown?  

The ultimate honor.  

What is it about the service men and women that guard the tomb of the Unknown Soldier?

Written during the 5^th grade parent/child writing marathon.

by Lily A, 5^th Grade Heritage

I paint the sky pink, orange, yellow and purple. As I fall below the sea watching the stars appear above me. Knowing that I will rise again at dusk tomorrow. As I sink lower and lower I know that I will rise again tomorrow at dawn. People coming from all around watching me, just watching me rise. As I wrap my arms around the sky changing its normal blue to my famous pink. I smile knowing that I’m making the world more beautiful, then I slowly creep behind the mountain peak.

I am the sunset

Slice-of-Life Day Fourteen Entry

As lower school squeezes through the cracks of the year, time passes by the day. Temptation forms as the countdown to the end of Heritage slowly disappears, day by day. 5th almost over. Heritage is part of our heart. It’s part of our soul. It’s part of our lives. School is almost over, and soon, my eyes will fill with tears. The temptation pushes me to see to see Heritage go by. Temptation pulls me to say goodbye to my favorite school. But it’s time to move on in life. Soon, 5th graders from Sloan, Newlonsburg, and Heritage will group together and form into big 6th graders. A whole new cycle of learning begins. All the memories of Heritage will be remembered and shared. Our favorite teachers will be remembered. Everything from Heritage will be remembered even the day we became kindergartners. When we move to the junior high, we’ll be the little ones again, but a different type. We’ll be the ones that sit in the front of the bus. We’re the ones that will not do announcements. It’ll be a whole new cycle of learning. The last day will arrive soon and nobody will know what to do. We will say farewell to Heritage.

Slice-of-Life Day Thirteen Entries

What is it about Pencils?

by Luciana P, 5^th Grade Heritage

What is it about No.2 pencils?                                                          

Crack!

The lead breaking from the end of my pencil.

Me getting mad that it happens every 2 seconds.

The sharpener running over and over again so the pencil can get a fresh start.

What is it about No.2 pencils?

Writing 1,000 words on the page for me like it’s a slave.

Getting smaller and smaller until you can’t grip your fingers around it.

What is it about No.2 pencils?

The cardboard box sitting on my desk with pencils in it, 20 count.

Cracking and breaking until you can’t take it anymore.

And maybe this time I will use a mechanical pencil.

Until it runs out of lead,

And once again, I will be mad, over and over again.

Written during the 5^th grade parent/child writing marathon.

What is it about Meadowink?

by Peyton C, 5^th Grade Heritage

What is it about Meadowink?

The diving boards

The cool water on hot summer days

The end of swim team party

Swimming with friends

The awesome coaches

What is it about Meadowink?

The rainy swim meets

The loud cheers we all scream

The cannon ball contest that I never win

Playing tag in the pool

Or team picture day

What is it about Meadowink?

Getting my new team suit

When Jodi tells me that I’m going to champs

Or winning a ribbon or a medal

What is it about Meadowink?

Parents as Writing Partners at Heritage Elementary

On Friday, May 27th, students and parents of Mrs. Saddler's 5th grade class participated in an all-day, outdoor writing marathon. Both parent and child grabbed a notebook and pen and set off on a writing adventure together. The marathon trail guide consisted of writing stops including: narrative, poetry, sketching, storytelling, and sharing.  The weather cooperated for an extraordinary day of writing relaxation finding shade and inspiration under the trees on the grounds of the Franklin Regional school campus. Among the many parent comments shared was this one, "Today is a day, I'll never forget. It was such an amazing experience to spend the day writing with my child."

Slice-of-Life Day Twelve Entries

What is it about Midnight?
by Amber M, 5th Grade Heritage

What is it about midnight?
The hour of night, or morning.
The hour of the unknown.
Is it the 15th of May or the 16th?
The hour when my eyes get soooo droopy,
But my brain is awake.
Awake and alive telling me,
Telling me just one hour more
Of reading won’t kill me.

What is it about midnight?
Maybe the messy bun,
With my little wispies all over my head.

What is it about midnight?
Maybe it’s my light.
The bright, golden glow of my light
That hangs off my desk.
Or maybe it’s my books.
Oh my gods, (LOL book reference) my books.
My lovely stacks of paper.
And no, it’s not just paper and words,
And it’s not just the alphabet repeated
Over and over again.
It’s so much more than that!
My books are full of emotion,
Of horror,
Than happiness
My books are full of edge.
My books are not audio books.
Not e-books.
My books do not make me suffer.
No pain in my eyes as I read through.
No pain like I would have trying to read the horrible tiny letters on my iPod,
With its disgraceful white background
That gives me a headache.
You couldn’t imagine,
Maybe, it’s the pages.
The off-white paper with perfect black
Letters that are everything but fake.

What is it about midnight?
What is it that pulls the covers closer?
My eyelids wider open.
The urge to know what happens next.
Just one more page.
No five.
No, one more chapter.
Soon, it’s one
And my mom tells me it’s lights off.
But I will never forget midnight.




My Puppy
by Noah F, 3rd Grade Heritage

Almost two times a week
The same thing happens
Someone in my family
Steps in Hershey’s pee.

Our puppy is a ninja.
When we are not watching he disappears
He tiptoes quietly
To find a place to go to the bathroom
In our house!

Sometimes he goes outside
But not enough
But now he’s good at it a little
He just stands at the door
And waits.
That’s our ninja pup.

Slice-of-Life Day Eleven Entries

Being Sick
by Annica A, Heritage 5th Grade
Tissue after tissue
Making a giant pile
My nose starts to feel raw
And my nose won’t stop clogging
I feel awful after every single sneeze
I cough until my throat feels sore
I stay in bed
With a box of tissues by my side
My stuffed animals keep me company
While I stay in bed
I have to take disgusting fruity flavored medicine
That makes me want to barf (yuck!)
I have to stay home from school while everyone else is learning
Though I hate being sick
There is still a good part
Mom makes her famous homemade chicken noodle soup (yum!)
And I get to eat it in bed (yay!)
My family hugs me,
They keep me warm
They bring love to me
While resting in bed
And being sick



The Barbie Car
by Rachel P, 3rd Grade Heritage

As long as I can remember I think about the Barbie car.
On nice warm days we go on the brown driveway
My little sister Emily is throwing a fit (as usual)
because she wants to drive the Barbie car.
Then she stops… My  mom tells  her that she can drive
the Barbie car.
My head starts arguing with
the other side of my brain:
Should I trust her or not?
Should I trust her to drive?
We hop in the Barbie car.
I close my eyes…
It is not so bad after all. We drive for minutes
Then we go inside and I say
“I will not forget
this day.”

Slice-of-Life Day Ten Entries

Hockey with Jim
By Nick M, 3rd Grade Heritage

Every day, after school
Jim is playing hockey.
I drop my book bag and
Grab my stick and I start playing, too.
He says,“ Pick a team!” I pick one
(Mostly the pens).
He picks one, too (Mostly the blues).
Every day, after school
He drops the ball and we play,
He scores first and he ends up winning 5-4.
Just like always.
We play another game. I score first, I win.
(Most of the time).
Every day, after school
We never finish the third game.
I take the ball towards the wall
And he comes running in
He body checks me I hit the wall.
I go down. It hurts.
Every day, after school
I score and I win.
Mostly.
He whines, he complains. I tell him it’s okay.
But he wants to play again.
But it happens the same.
He doesn’t try again.
Every day, after school
Jim is playing hockey.



The Owner of Two
by Deven R, 3rd Grade Heritage

I sometimes start my day
By going to see my dogs.
Down the long, dark hall
And into my parent’s room.
I walk in and see my big lazy dog, Bone
Curled up in a ball
And Milo laying down weakly.
I give them a nice scratch on the head and move on.
My mom comes down with Bone and Milo.
They want to go potty so I let them out.
They come in, I give them a treat.
Then I start my day with a smile on my face,
Knowing that I’m an owner of two!

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

Shower in the Basement
by: Mrs. Proviano

What’s with grandparents and
Showers in the basement…
517 Roslyn Place had one
Dark, cold, musty with a rusty drain
I thought…
How could anyone shower in the basement?
But Pappy always did
Nestled in the corner
Across from the stationary tub
And washer and dryer was…
The shower in the basement
Living at 517 while in 3rd grade
I never dared to enter
The shower in the basement
Who wants to be nice and clean
Walking out onto cold concrete
And a musty smell?
Now, twenty-seven years later
Guess who’s showering in the basement?
Moving into my husband’s grandparent’s house
It’s the only shower
So if I want to be clean…
I have to shower in the basement!!

One Of 3
By: Lily A, 5th Grade Heritage

Since I can remember I’ve been one of three.
Joey, Nick, and me.
Joey 13, me 11, and Nick 9.
One of three kids jumping on the trampoline.
Drinking mom’s homemade iced tea by the gallon.
One of three that could watch TV forever
(but I don’t)
One of three who looks just like mom, freckles-brown hair and all.
One of three with the biggest, brightest blue eyes.
I’m the one cheering the loudest when my brothers are up to bat.
I’m the one who can shop for hours, just spending mom and dad’s money.
I’m the one that is usually left out, but that’s ok too because I hate to wrestle anyways.
I’m the one that could hang out with friends all day-  laughing and talking.
I’m the one who has to make everything a competition.
I’m the one, who always has to get the front seat, but sometimes Joey gets the front seat
and that’s ok too.
I’m the one that is a girl, middle child, and daddy’s girl (and sometimes mom’s)
And when it’s just the three of us,
it’s a different kind of three
and that’s ok too.

Slice-of-Life Day Eight Entries

Berries with Three
by Taylor Lockwood

Almost every day in the hot summer
When mom was at work
Me and Grandpa would go blueberry and blackberry picking in the yard.
And almost every day we used a different basket, box, pan, or pot.
Some berries were squashed and would stain the containers.
We would stack them in the sink and forget to clean them
Which was hard the next time we needed to make food.
And every time when we were picking berries some would vanish out of the basket
(and right into my mouth).
Or sometimes they would go into a delicious blackberry or blueberry pie.
Now we have a new addition -
My brother.
So now it’s not two but three – Grandpa, Vander, and me.
Now three picking berries.
Now three making pies.
Now three having fun.



Sneaky Lawrence
by Simone Stewart

Back in the days years ago
When my brother and I were younger
He would sneak
Sneak… sneak candy.
It all led to candy.

Mom would never let us
We were disappointed
Always.
So we had to sneak.
We knew it was bad for us but…
We never cared.
                     
So Lawrence would sneak
When Mom was sleeping
Into the kitchen.
He’d grab a handful of mints or Tootsie Rolls.
Once he had them in his hands
He ran.

Once a week at least
Always sneaking candy
Until Mom figured him out.
Now he sneaks… sneaks…
Nothing.

Dino-mite 2nd grade performance

Congratulations to the amazing 2nd graders as they sang and danced their way back 65 million years ago!   The whole 2nd grade taught the audience how Fossils and Footprints help us learn of things we never knew before!  Did you know that Ankylosaurus was an armored dinosaur?  Did you know that Stegosaurus was an herbivore?  Did you know that T-Rex was the meanest dinosaur to ever live?  Did you know that Pterasaurs flew in the sky while dinosaurs roamed the earth?  These 2nd graders know it all and then some!  It was a dino-mite performance filled with spirit and pizazz.  Thank you to Ms. Tamburro for her musical talents during Music class the past few weeks.   We are so proud of our 2nd graders!