Field Day 2016

Fourth Grade Takes Math Outdoors

Fourth grade students applied their math skills and strategies in solving real life math problems as they completed an outdoor math scavenger hunt on the grounds of Heritage.  They used the environment as they found examples of things such as symmetry and patterns.  Boys and girls measured objects, utilized their math vocabulary, and created graphs and line plots from data gathered outside.  A final reflection of how they personally grew mathematically this year was also included.

Science Olympiad

The 10th annual Franklin Regional Elementary School Campus Olympiad was held for the fourth grade students on 5/25/16. The event celebrated all things STEAM! (Science Technology Engineering Arts and Mathematics) Students participated in STEAM activities that enriched their critical thinking and problem solving in various content areas. More than 30 parent volunteers as well as over 20 Franklin Regional High School volunteers gave of their time to assist throughout the day. Professors, scientists, and engineers in the field contributed to the continued success of the Science Olympiad.  The Spectroscopy Society of Pittsburgh has designated Franklin Regional (FRESCO) as a showcase school in the region. This prestigious honor demonstrates excellence in STEAM education. Visitors from local school districts were invited to attend the Science Olympiad in order to implement their own Olympiad, or enhance their current Olympiad. Many thanks to the Heritage and Newlonsburg PTO for all of their support.

Let’s Go Rock Collecting with Miss K.

The 2nd grade students of Miss Kilbury’s class spent the week learning about the wonders of Rocks and Minerals!

In reading class they read the story Let’s Go Rock Collecting by Roma Gans.  After determining how to classify rocks and minerals they went on an official dig!

The students had a wonderful time finding many interesting rocks around the property of Heritage Elementary!  They found a variety of sandstone and slate rocks.  There was even a piece of quartz found!  The 2nd graders have a new appreciation for what lies beneath their feet.

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.”