week23-08

Role Model

By Kacie Collins
Woodstock Union High School, Grade 10

Role Model

By Alexis Baun
Hartford Memorial Middle School, Grade 7

I want to be a role model
I want to have a little sister so she can look up to me
I want her to do everything with me
I want to teach her how to have fun

I want to be a role model
Who helps her when she is in trouble
Who makes her feel better when something bad happens

Faking It

By Jessy Davenport
Woodstock Union High School, Grade 10

It's human nature to lie and deceive
If you do it once you will repeat
There is not one human you will ever meet
That never was a little too discreet
It’s so easy and fun
You’ll get a thrill each time it’s done
Even if you held the smoking gun
You will tell them you’re not the one*
Its pretty simple you see

Could you do it?

By Halley Petersen
Woodstock Union High School, Grade 10

She looks up to you
So small and innocent
You, a hero in her eyes
Looks to you for the right decisions
For help
For aid
For anything.

You try to help
To be a role model
A precarious position
To always do what is right
Rather than what you want
In order to demonstrate to her

Faking Protection

By Chloe Dickinson
Woodstock Union High School, Grade 10

I study the curtain,
Its dusty red ripples hide me from their eyes.
I am the performer, the one who tells lies.
My life is a stage, but the curtain won't lift,
It hides me from the world, a place I don't fit.
A mask over my face, I cannot stay behind,
The curtain won't lift, but I part it with my mind.

Fakin' it

By Biz Alessi
Woodstock Union High School, Grade 10

Everyday a masquerade
Everyday a new game to play
A newly birthed mask for a newly birthed day
A chameleon trying to survive
Fakin’ my identity today
Yes fakin’ it everyday to please
To stay off my knees and succeed
Who can say I’m not what I say I am
Can you tell me who to be?
I’m a little lost

I Lost . . .

By Eloise Higgins
Woodstock Union High School, Grade 10

I betrayed you once,
My love,
My dear.

I betrayed you twice,
My dear,
My love.

I betrayed you thrice,
My love,
And I lost that Life,
Life of hope and simple joys.

You always guided me,
Like the North Star,
You still guide me,
My dear,
My love.

You shaped how I lived,
Kept me safe,
Kept me alive,
Kept me away from the drugs
And the alcohol.

You saved me,
And I betrayed thee.
I betrayed you once, twice, thrice,
My dear, my love,
I betrayed you and lost our Life;
But what hurt the most is that I lost
You.

False

By Dustin Finer
Woodstock Union High School, Grade 10

Stretch out of bed. Into the shower, half asleep. Comb hair, brush teeth, wash face. Deodorant. Cereal with steely spoon and icy milk. Yellow monster gobbles children and spits us back out at: that place.

Imitations

By Gianna Carchia
Woodstock Union High School, Grade 10

Mini skirts
Bright shirts
Tight jeans
Beauty queen
Ugg boots
Look cute
High heels
How nice it feels
To be like everyone else
I’m not like that
But hard I’ll try
To always laugh
And never cry
Pretend to be
What I’m not
To try and prove
I can be ‘hot’
Imitations
Produce limitations

Role Model

By Andrea Bizon
Mount Saint Joseph Academy, Grade 9

Someone you look up to
Someone who will always be there
A person who cares about you
And help you with whatever, anywhere
A true friend to the heart
Even if they don’t know it
A person who cheers you on
And helps you when you show it
A true role model will always be there
No one can replace them

Follower

By Misha Kydd
Mount Mansfield Union High School, Grade 9

Don't frown at me,
Don't sweep me aside,
Tired of my clinging,
Of my clutching hands.

Don't toss me to the ocean
Of hungering fish,
Don't fling me back
To be devoured.

Don't laugh at me,
Following in your footsteps,
Echoing your moves,
Mirroring your dance.

You somehow got it right,
You got the formula

Fake It

By Isabel Larrow
Fairfield Center School, Grade 8

Sometimes in life
You just have to fake it
It confusing and strange
You just have to take it

Force on a smile
Fake a small laugh
Until you find
A clear paved path

Find out who you are
And who you want to be
Until just then
You have to flee

Imagine, pretend
While life is in the making
You just have to keep

R.O.L.E. M.O.D.E.L.

By Eli Millman
Fairfield Center School, Grade 8

Re-live someone’s life
Or rock your own world!
Look to find yourself
‘Empty’ should be the shoes you choose to walk in.

Make your own decisions,
Own your own dreams,
Dance to the beat of your drums,
Everyone has something special within,
Love yourself for who you are going to be,

On the Four Wheeler

By Jarett Preston Legg
Ferrisburgh Central School, Grade 3

On the four wheeler
My dad rides, he
Does donuts and
Speeds as if he
Was on a race
Track, the
Wind blows in
His hair like
Waves in the
Ocean, his
Cheeks are red
Like a red stripe
On the U.S flag
He rides until,
My mom calls
Us in for
Dinner, but after
We go back
Outside and start

My Role Model, My Dad

By Max Bicknell
Ferrisburgh Central School, Grade 3

In the office
At his desk
He fills out
His birch like papers
One after another
With a rock hard pen.
As he pushes his pen
Across papers and prescriptions
He thinks,
“I am only doing this to save lives.”
He looks up at the clock,
It’s time to go home
He Gets in his car,

Hunting with Dad

By Alexandria Brace
Ferrisburgh Central School, Grade 3

In the field
He sets up the blinds
The color of dried leaves
He covers the blinds
With old corn husks,
He lies in the disguised blind
Pulls down the cover
Then waits…
Sees geese!
He gets his shotgun,

How I Love it So

By Stefanie Baker
Fairfield Center School, Grade 8

My sister looks up to me,
I don’t know why.
My sister looks up to me,
Like she does a bird in the sky.
My sister looks up to me,
She copies everything I do.
My sister looks up to me,
Like the way I tie my shoe.
My sister looks up to me,
I try not to let it show.
My sister looks up to me,

Lying Love

By Tegan LaBarre
Lebanon High School, Grade 12

My eyes hold the trusting gaze of yours.
You search for an emotion that has no existence in me.
You deserve to be loved, to have this touch mean something,
But the truth is, in my heart there is no you.
I feel nothing when I see you.
You say your heart flutters for me, pounds through your chest.
Mine lays still.

One Leads to Another

By Brenda Cole
Lebanon High School, Grade 12

It starts out as one,
a small one that doesn’t really matter.
Until I keep doing it
and soon that’s all I want to do.
I lie to myself, I lie to everyone else.
Does this make me feel good?
I feel guilty, there’s doubt in my mind.
Should I be honest, or should I keep going with it?

Puce Isn't Much Better

By Sara Archie
Lebanon High School, Grade 12

Dear Me,
That is one ugly top.
The colors make me sick
That shade of yellow makes you
look Jaundiced
Those polka dots are bloated
The seams are ripped on the sleeve
The top must have shrunk in the wash
And
That silhouette is so last year.

For all of love that is good:
NEVER wear that thing AGAIN.

But for now I'll just say you look
Chic
Fabulous
and Cute
Because if I told the truth
You'd disagree with me
Anyway.

Excuses Never Work

By Emily Patch
Rutland High School, Grade 11

“Do you have you homework?” the teacher asked in an aggravated voice.
“Um… My homework?” I repeated trying to take up some time so I could come up with a story.
“Yes, your homework. Do you have it or do you not?”
“Well, you see, I did my homework, but,” I started my story. “I went to my grandma’s house and decided to do my homework at the picnic table.”
“Don’t tell me that it got blown off by the wind.”
“No… My grandma went to the store to get some food for the goat. The goat was so hungry that it chewed through the fencing and got out.”
“And then it ate your homework?”
“No. The fence was electric fencing and it touched the wood. After a while, the wood got so hot that it caught the goat house caught on fire. The picnic table was right near the fire so…”
“So your homework caught on fire?” she asked uninterested.

Fake

By Alison Lussier
Benson Village School, Grade 8

You made me think it was true.
I thought it was real.
You proved me wrong.

The emotions I felt were real.
Yours weren’t.
I fell for you like no other.

The way you made me feel,
It was like a dream come true,
But then lost.

You said you were over her.
What a lie!
You have no idea how I felt.

Flawed Reflection

By Meghann Dempsey
Rice Memorial High School, Grade 9

Who's that in the reflection staring back?
Surely not me
No, of course not!
That is the face of a liar and coward

Those sagging eyes are not my own
My eyes are bright and send my love
The mirror shows sockets of hateful and judging gazes
They do not belong on my pure face

My Mom

By Mary Sniatkowski
Dover Elementary School, Grade 5

Everybody looks up to some one in life. Maybe it's a TV star or sports star, but it my eyes your best role model is someone close to you.

My role model is my mom. She owns a movie theater called the Mountain Park Cinema. She is very good at designing clothes. She is very encouraging in everything I do.

What it Takes

By W. T. Smith
Hanover High School, Grade 11

When you can say "I love you all," and still know where you stand,
When you can bear your people through, and still protect the land,
When you can't watch a good man fall and not reach out a hand,
Then maybe I will suffer you--
Just try to understand.

When you can be at peace with both your self and fellow man,
When you can turn the other cheek and worry for his hand,
When you can give all you have and still make no demand,
Then, perhaps, will I look up,
And watch the way you stand.

When you can keep your promises and never speak a lie,
When you can answer questions as you look me in the eye,
When you can bear the weight of all the world without a sigh,
Then, perhaps, I'll hear you out,
If you can tell me why.

And when you can still be human, be you hated or adored,
And when can you never let yourself be silenced or ignored,
And when you can not be glorious; stay humble, in a word;
On that day will I follow you--
For you will be my lord.

Take it From Me

By Lindsey LeBeau
Rice Memorial High School, Grade 9

8:10.
It smelled as if something had died in the room;
I did all I could to keep from throwing up.
All I could hear – the sound of scribbling pencils
There was not one person in the room, besides me, who was not writing.
I felt like an idiot.
8:30.

Role Model

By Colin Owen
Dummerston School, Grade 8

Ordinary

By Laurel Whitney
Crossett Brook Middle School, Grade 8

If you were searching in my closet you would find shirts, pants, jeans, skirts, sweaters, tunics, jewelry, pictures, t-shirts, sweatshirts, shoes, slippers, purses -- all the essentials of a girl’s closet. But if you look deeper you would find a couple of very odd and special things.

My Role Model

By Morgan LaForce
Westford School, Grade 7

He’s strong

He's wise

He's no longer here not in person

But in my heart he's still alive

He's in my dreams and nightmares