Monthly Archives: April 2011

A Poem to my Mom – by Aquamarine

Mommy o mom

You are the best as can be

My love for you is deeper than the Caribbean Sea

(The Caribbean Sea is actually the deepest in the world)

My love for you will last longer than coral.

I searched up that green plaid clothing makes you calm

I know you will live long because I traced it on your palm

I love you so much I can’t describe it

I guess somehow you’ll find out bit by bit.

I have a scavenger hunt in mind for you

With tons and tons and tons of clues

When you find out at the end

Your life will surely take a bend

P.S.I have a surprise in mind for you

I can’t tell you all the clues but hint

this poem might help you decipher

slowly but surely an interesting clue!

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Mother’s Day Poem 2 – by Aquamarine

My mother’s the best any mother can be,

Loving, caring and will always help me.

When I get something wrong on a test,

She will help me in the way that is best.

Funny and courageous she prepares you for life,

It is my mother whom I will always treasure.

Ten Best Mannered People of 2010

Ten Best Mannered People of 2010

(Source: http://www.nljc.com/bestmannered.htm)

1. Drew Brees – for being positive example and helping New Orleans rebuild.
2. Justin Bieber – for consistently showing courtesy to his fans.
3. Kate Middleton – for the poise and dignity with which she conducts herself in the public spotlight.
4. Jamie McMurray – for the respect he has earned as a NASCAR driver.
5. Elizabeth Edwards – for the grace she displayed in facing life’s greatest challenges.
6. Chilean Miners – for demonstrating optimism under pressure during their struggle for survival.
7. Taylor Swift – for inspiring young people with her music and manners.
8. Sandra Bullock – for setting high standards of excellence as an actress
9. Robin Roberts – for extending warmth and kindness to “Good Morning America” guests.
10. Bill and Melinda Gates – for their example of generosity to those less fortunate

Mother’s Day Essay Contest – Get Famous Cotton Candy and Win $20 ca$h!

Dear talented writers, a perfect opportunity has just come up for you to win $20 cash! Here is what you do:

1. Write an essay and post it to this blog about the upcoming Mother’s Day or any Mother’s Day holiday.  Note: you don’t have to write about your own mother; and grandmothers are ok too. A poem is also acceptable.

2. Limit your essay to 500 words.  When you post your essay, list the word count.  Entries with more than 500 words are disqualified. Words in the title count, too.

3. You may submit more than one entry.

4. Submit no later than midnight of 5/5.

5. Participate  in voting of all entries.  Voting ends midnight of 5/7.

 6. The entry with the highest votes win. Each child can only win once even though he/she might have submitted two or more.  If there is a tie in the votes, the award money will be shared equally among the winners.

7. Winner will be announced on 5/8, the 2011 Mother’s Day.

8. All participants will get a giant bag of Famous Cotton Candy by the Flossie’s. See picture below.

In order for me to prepare the number of bags of the Famous Cotton Candy, please let me know whether you will participate by voting below:

Congratulations to all shiny gems for their outstanding performance!

Quartz, with a score of 23 out of 25 points in the 2010 – 2011 Math Olympiads contest, is awarded a GOLD pin, along with those in the top 2% of all contestants. Being the top scorer of the Shiny Gems Math Olympiads Team, she is also awarded with the special trophy. Great Job!

8 students earned silver pins. 

7 students earned embroidered patches. 

All students were recognized with a Certificate of Participation.

CONGRATULATIONS!

The Problem

One day when Max was getting out of school, he spotted a candy store that was just built. He went in and got some candy that cost 25 cents. He did not have any coins but the store owner let him have it. How did he get the candy?

Mother’s Day

Mother o mom
You are my mommy
I love you more than deep-fried salami
You’re much more sweeter than Boston Cream pie,
Because I spell love, M-O-M-M-Y!

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Whatcha doing for Mother’s Day? You know How they’re picky…. 🙂 😛 😀

Just asking…

And

And Iguess that’s it….. {[~for now kiddos~]}

The wierd test 1

and last but not least . . .

Your Math Olympiad Awards and Certificates

Finally we received the awards and certificates from Math Olympiads. Everyone will be rewarded!  Since we don’t have classes together any more, I would like to ask you to vote whether an award ceremony should be held.  (Note: if you want, we may be able to turn this into a big party 🙂 )
 
Please vote below.   
 
If you voted “No” to Award Ceremony, you can pick up your award or certificate in Chinese school on May 1, in the principal’s office.
 
If you voted “Yes” to Award Ceremony, please keep voting:
 
Please pick a location too!
  

Riddles….

Kate was going camping with her family. After they settled down in their cabin, Kate was asked to bring back a bucket of water from the stream. To her disappointment, the only bucket she find had several large holes in it. Undismayed she managed to forfill the request. How did she do it?

Movie Night

Last night I went to see the new movie Hop. It was sooo cool! It is about a little rabbit that wants to be a drummer but then changes his mind and takes his father’s place as the Easter bunny.  You should really go see it!

Foreign language test! (optional)

Yo se llamo Jose! Yo tengo diez anos. Y tu??

What language, And waht does it say??

Konichiwa! Hai,….Ahh… Hai! Arigato Gozaimas!

It ‘s  Japenese, and what does it say, and when would this occur?

WRITING CLASS THIS SATURDAY

Hi! I have been enjoying reading the stories you have sent! You are awesome writers!!!
This Saturday we will have our “Story Recital”. The first half of class will be review and practice. The second half will be the recital. Parents are encouraged to attend. Each student will have a 3 minute time limit to read. I know that’s not enough time for those of you who are writing longer stories to present the whole piece, but we only have an hour.
I can’t wait to hear your presentations! Looking forward!!!
Susan

New Kidnappers in the house all parts

New kidnappers in the house

Chapter 1

            RING! The recess bell is killin’ my ears, but still, a good time to get some darn fresh air. I jumped out of my big bulky chair and rushed out the hard wooden door. I looked outside finding a small dame (a dame are what we detectives call the ladies) swishing her head wildly looking like she was trying to find something like a stamp for a stamp collection. I stared at her for minutes and minutes and more minutes. She turned her head toward me and trudged to my face. She stared at me for a second.

            “Whata you lookin’ at sis?” I asked.

            “Um . . . private eye-”

            “It’s detective sis,” I interrupted.

            “Um sorry uh we’ll um. . . talk later bye,” She nervously said.

            Those dames, couldn’t get an answer out of them. Their pretty good at running though, she pushed me on my stomach.

            “UU!” I said, sounding very weird. “Next time watch where you push sis!” I yelled.

            My eyes looked down my hand holding my chin, thinking what that dame was going to say. Ideas rushed through my blood vessels, tangled through my nerves and got to my brain. My brain hurt after thinking for the rest of my recess. But that’s alright after all, I’ve done this before and after I’ve done it once, I can do it again better than the last time.

            I found magnesium at the library running up to me asking me, “Do you want to hear a joke? Oh well of course you do. What did the cheese say when some chips ran up to him begging to be dipped in him?”

            “Please stop asking me these-”

“I’m nacho cheese now please go away and find someone else,” he interrupted. “BLAH! HA! HA! HA!” he cackled.

Ugh this sucks I thought to myself.

  I told her about the weird approach of the little dame and some thoughts I had in mind. We decided to start to annoy our teachers and go to Mr. Zincs office to get him to call the dame down and we’d have a chance to talk with this mysterious dame. The plan started as we walked in the walked into the class after library.

“Okay class now let’s start with math, try this problem, 54×96=” she said

I raised my hand holding it still.

            “Can I go to the principal’s office Mrs. Curium?” I asked

            “NO!”

            “Why?”

            “Because you can’t.”

“Why?”

“It’s against the school rule.”

“Why?”

“Just shut your mouth!”

“Why?”

“That’s it Radon go to the principal’s office!” she shouted.

I gave her a Thanks-Mrs. Curium look and waved. I ran down finding Magnesium leaning by the window of the office. I waved and whispered, “Ready to get this dame in the game?”

“Definitely!” he whispered back.

“We walked in finding Mr. Zinc sitting in his office examining papers.

“Um Mr. Zinc, can you call down this dame called Lithium? I want to talk to her.” I said. (I should’ve told you her name was Lithium)

“Sure Detective Radon,” He picked up his walky-talky and said “Mrs. Arsenic, please send Lithium down to the office,” he said. “Sure thing principal,” she replied.

Lithium arrived after a few seconds. I told Mr. Zinc that Magnesium, Lithium, and I had to have a private talk. Mr. Zinc scooted his chair down to a farther room at the back of the office and closed the wooden door. I asked lithium, “What were you going to ask me during recess?” I asked.

“Um . . . nothing,” she replied looking down at the floor.

“We’re serious tell us now,” Magnesium said.

“Okay fine, this is a case for you. The principal has been kidnapped!” she said.

“Really you think we’d believe you.” Magnesium said.

“No but he really has been kidnapped. I saw the fake principal back in the room over there take off his mask before and say: Whew! It was hot in that mask. Then I didn’t know what to say so yeah,” She said.

“Okay this time you don’t have to pay us, the principal does, we’re on the case.”

Chapter 2

            My day at school was slow, slow as a snail trying to win a million mile race. That means it might never end. As I was listening to the RING-a-DING-DING! of the bell, a paper airplane flew onto my lap. I opened it up and read it. “Hellow Raidon, I now that u now that the prinsipel has ben kidnaped. Bring us over $9,000 of your scool’s muney and well free him. Sinseerlee, The kidnapers.”

            It looks like it’s more than one person, and they probably have very bad grammar. I glanced up at the clock, WOW! Lots of time has past. 2:00 p.m. I sneaked out of line and went office and asked our head custodian, Germanium if he had seen anything different about Mr. Zinc. “No, but there are some knew students and staff workers that just came in,” he said.

                        “Hmmm . . . thanks,” I said.

“Don’t mention it Radon,” he replied.                                                 

Nice, some more suspects. Hope they’re dumb enough that I can make them tell me that they did it, fat chance. I went to get my partner, on the playground. I snatched him out of a game of Elementball and said, “Look, we need to find Mr. Zinc by the day after tomorrow. I have a feeling something bad is getting to him.” Time for a little snooping.

Great, one day of snooping and twelve hours just past, twelve more hours left I muttered as I munched a proton burger. “Any ideas of snooping?” I asked my partner. “Not a- wait a second,” he started. “What ‘bout a stakeout?”

“Hmm. . . great, now where do you and I hide?” I asked.

“The closet,” he replied.

“Sound idea,” I said.

“great now let’s start,” he replied.

FOO! The lunch whistle blew loudly.

It ended up that I didn’t go into the closet. Instead,

I turned myself invisible (I’m a gas so I can do that) and went into Mr. Zinc’s office. Rule number one, never go into Mr. Zinc’s office without any reason unless you can turn invisible. I scanned the office slowly. I walked down to the bathroom. I spotted something silvery and shiny. I picked it up. It was silver make-up! I saw something weird on it as well it said: The promise of being a kidnapper I promise to be hurtful and try to ruin everybody’s day. My heart is full of darkness and I want more of it in there. I try to punch peoples face and I try to make them faint so I can take their money and kidnap them as well!

Nice going fakey I wish you would never have this. I walked around and found something in the closet. Metal suits. Four of them dangled from hooks. One looked like it was a winter coat one was like a jacket one was like a long-sleeved shirt and the other was like a T-shirt. I zoomed out and I told my partner about this stuff.

“Hmm. . . I’ve just thought of this but how did he kidnap him and where did he keep him?” He asked.

“Good point, how he kidnapped him might give us a clue and maybe even will reveal the case,” I said.

“But let’s get to what we know already. He has suits and make-up to make him look like Mr. Zinc.”

“And he has a promise for being a kidnapper,” I finished off.

“That means he has to be wearing a suit, make-up, has to be a kidnapper, and probably has a small gang,” he said.

“I’m guessing that’s correct,” I replied.

Then I saw some little strip of paper sticking out of the trash can and at the top it said: kidnapper’s to do list. I read it. It said 1. Buy suits 2. Get make-up 3. Kidnap principal 4. Lead gang to places 5. Change clothes 6. Collect money when there. sincerely, BOSS! Wow, a boss for Mr. Fakey. Our third clue finally revealed.

Chapter 3

We had our worst class, geography. I never had a clue on what they were talking about.

“Test everyone,” said Mrs. Curium.

What? Test? Crud. I haven’t studied since two months ago. My heart beat really fast, faster than it had before. I closed my eyes making sure I wasn’t dreaming. I opened them and guess what happened, it was real, still. I sat staring at my paper. Good thing it was multiple choice. I didn’t know what to do. I tried this pattern called ABCDCBABCDCBABCDCBA.

When Mrs. Curium graded all the tests, we all got them back and saw our scores. Total FAIL! I got a F, twenty-four percent. I tore it in half, smashed it into a ball, and hurled it wildly in the trash. My anger boiled in my stomach. I marched back to my desk head looking down and fists ready to punch someone into the dump.

“Is something wrong?” asked Mrs. Curium.

“No,” I said softly.

I felt like punching her hard metal face. Better than getting too much anger, I thought. I slammed my fist at her metallic face. BAM! SKADOOSH! KABOOM! I heard my fist go. Mrs. Curium had a dent at the top of her head. I put my hands over my mouth. She stood up, opened her mouth and said, “Go to the principal’s office NOW!” I stood up went out the door and thought, that was fun. I ran down to the principal’s office and then my partner ran up to me looking panicked. “Radon, bad news, I was just walking down spying on the principal. A new staff member came in and put a letter on Mr. Fakey’s lap. I tried to sneak and peek but I was too late, he caught me. And now I’m suspended for a week,” he said.

“So, you don’t have to do all the tests and do all the reading, math, geography, and all those other subjects,” I replied.

“ Yeah, but they won’t even let me work with you on this case we have now,” he said.

“What!?” I replied.

“I know right?” he said sadly.

“Okay then I’ll just have to tackle this case myself,” I said confidently.

“But Radon” he started.

“No buts I’ll do it myself and that’s that,” I interrupted.

“Fine,” he said as his eyes drooped down.

“Now go on to your easy life watching T.V., Playing video games all day and night, and most awesomely, getting to do whatever you want,” I said.

He trudged out the wooden door back home as I headed back to class.

I walked down to class as Mrs. Curium said, “Open your science books to page fifty-four class.”

I took out my science book and opened it.

“Today, we will be talking about protons, electrons, and neutrons inside our bodies,” said Mrs. Curium.

Boring, I thought to myself. Wish we could study something better like maybe . . . electric or fire. I heard her talk about how we all have atomic numbers and each of them are different. I have eighty-six.

“Now class, you might think this is weird or why do we have numbers but I’ll answer why you all have numbers. Your numbers are how many protons and electrons you have in your body, okay,” said Mrs. Curium.

I raised my hand.

“Yes Radon.”

“If we have numbers for electrons and protons, then why don’t we have numbers for neutrons?” I asked.

“Good question Radon ‘cause that’s what I’ll tell you about next,” Mrs. Curium started. “You all have atomic weights as well. An atomic weight is not how many neutrons you have class. When you do something like umm . . . this (s=atomic number n=atomic weight) s-n= would equal to how many neutrons you have, so s-n= number of neutrons inside your body,” she answered. “Now I will tell you your atomic weights,” she said.

I got number two hundred twenty-four. I subtracted. I have one hundred forty-six neutrons. I checked dang I always get it wrong the first time one hundred thirty-six not forty-six.

I turned around, another paper airplane I opened it. It said, Deer, Raidon Bring over da muney or els theans wil git derty. Sinseerlee, da kidnapers.

It already feels dirty to me and when will these villains learn proper grammar? Better start snoopin’ now or we’re not gonna get any further. Time to snoop big time.

Chapter 4

I squeezed my eyes shut, thought for a minute, and opened my eyes. Plan A, turn invisible, I thought. I started to turn bright, brighter than anything you could imagine. I was totally unnoticeable. I crawled on the floor witch turned out to be a terrible mistake. I had been spotted by the teacher. My shoes had been squeaking the whole time I was on the floor

“Radon, get out of that unnoticeable suit of yours,” Mrs. Curium said angrily.

“It’s not a suit it’s just me, I’m a gas and all gases can do this,” I replied.

“Then here’s the rule, no using that ability again. Understand?” She said firmly.

“Yes,” I answered.

“Then get back in your seat, NOW!” Mrs. Curium yelled.

I stomped toward my seat as Mrs. Curium said, “You do not stomp in my class Radon.”

“Fine,” I replied as I looked at the floor ready to punch her again.

Right after I was ready to show some anger the bathroom door flung open in our classroom and water was rapidly getting hurled out like a laser was firin’. I had been caught in that laser. I couldn’t pull my arm out. I felt like bone-breaking was goin’ to happen. Hmm. . . another two suspect, Hydrogen and Oxygen. They make the water. The water had stopped and left a stencil. I checked my arms and legs to see if there was any marks. On my arm there was a message from the stencil. It said: Told ya!

The message didn’t sound nice. I rubbed my arm to erase it.

“Now that was weird,” said Mrs. Curium. “Anybody a good detective?”

Everybody pointed at me. I smiled.

“That’s me detective Radon,” I said.

“Go. Don’t come back ‘til you get the solution back to us,” she said.

“On it,” I said as I headed out the door.

“Wait Radon, what should the school give to you when you finish this case?”

“Just give me the bucks, that’s all I need,” I answered.

I went out the wooden door and started the search for clues. I stared at the ground, bent down, and picked up some shattered glass. So Calcium, Sodium, and Boron the moron must be in this, I thought. Another clue revealed. I walked in to the principal’s office (I’m invisible again) and thought, I probably should follow him home. It was 2:50. Ten minutes ‘til the bell rings to go. I quickly ran to the vice principal’s office and there was Boron the moron sitting in a chair looking at papers. He must’ve been a new staff member, we never had a vice principal ‘til now. I flew to the janitor’s place. Calcium was getting a machine to clean the floor. Right when I was going to see where sodium was, the bell rung terribly loud. I grabbed my bag and headed out the door still invisible. I waited and waited and finally Mr. Fakey came out I followed him trying not to make the smallest bit of sound.

“Whew, it’s so hot in this mask. I gotta kill the principal and tell everyone, then  I won’t have to where this stupid mask again,” he said.

What?! Kill the principal? I gotta get him arrested before that happens. Wait a minute, the Mr. Fakey is Sodium! I have to get Mr. Zinc outta Mr. Fakey’s house. Wonder where Hydrogen and Oxygen are. I kept following him. Wow! He lives in a mansion! I waited until he opened the door. I slid inside and flew upstairs. There was the real Mr. Zinc, Hydrogen, and Oxygen sitting in a corner trying to get out of a thick hard rope.

“What happened?” I asked quietly.

“That thug over there karate chopped the front door of my house, went upstairs, snatched me outta bed, took me here, and tied me in this rope. I gotta get out!” he said.

“What are you bullies up to here?” I asked.

“We were at recess when Sodium came. He asked us to do some dirty stuff. And since we’re called the bullies we agreed. They made us use all our power to make water. That’s how you got that laser of water coming at you guys and gals. We betrayed him ‘cause he made us do that and he tied us with thick rope,” said Hydrogen.

“I’ll get you all out,” I said.

“Thanks,” they all said.

And I tried to untangle them. Unfortunately, I couldn’t.

“I need a knife,” I said.

“So, you need something like this?” said Sodium.

“Ye- wait a second. Mr. Fakey, you are going down!” I yelled.

“Not when I’ve got my soldiers,” he said as many elements popped up from nowhere.

“I’m ready to take you down mister,” I said.

Chapter 5

“See ya later alligator,” I said with an evil grin (not like villain type evil just . . . evil).

“You’re goin’ down lonely gown,” he said as I giggled.

“You’re not good at this are you,” I said still giggling.

“No, but I am good at this. Soldiers, attack!” he yelled having the evilest grin I’ve ever seen. “Prepare to be wrapped by rope.”

“Well guess what, you’ll never get me,” I said as I turned invisible.

“Where’d he go?” asked Sodium.

“Right here,” I said hovering in the air. “I’ll bet you all my money if you can catch me,” I said as I swooped down rapidly.

“Hah! Bets, they’re one of the worst ways to get money. I’m not takin’ it,” said Sodium. “Soldiers surround him, he won’t be able to get out when we are surrounding him.” “Charge!” he yelled as every one of those elements charged towards me.

I grinned, flew up, and watched them bonk their heads. Ouch! It looked like it would hurt.

“Not so tough now huh Soeddy,” I said.

“It’s not the end yet Raid,” said Sodium. “Gases, get him!”

All the gases flew up and punched me right on my face!

“UU!” I said sounding weird again.

They smashed me on the floor and wrapped me in the same rope the principal and the bullies were in.

“Let go!” I shouted. “You will never beat me!”

“Looks like you’ve just been beaten though. HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!” he cackled.

I frowned. All the elements that came from nowhere, went back to the place they came from as Sodium walked out the door and went downstairs. I heard something. I felt my pocket. It was my phone and guess who was calling, that darn awesome Magnesium was callin’ right this moment. I answered.

“Hello,” I said.

“Yo what up Raid,” he replied.

“Not much but I am stuck here in a house and I was wondering if you could get me out,” I replied.

“What’s the address?”

“dunno but I do know that it’s close to hote element, ya know that hotel.”

“Yeah, how many houses away is it and should I go left or right?”

“Go to your left three houses, the fourth house I think is it.”

“Got it, thanks.”

“Don’t mention it I’m your bud right?”

“Yeah bud well . . . bye.”

“See ya when you find the house.”

“Bye.”

“Bye bud.”

That Magny, he’s so rad. Glad he’s my bud. I waited and waited and waited and waited ‘til there was a RING! At the door. Magny is here! Sodium opened the door. I couldn’t see a thing that was going on down there.

“Put your hands up!” I heard someone shout.

“Okay okay arrest me,” I heard Sodium say.

“Put your hands behind your back, Now!” the unknown person said.

Click! I heard something being clip onto something. Someone came up with a knife. Was it an enemy? Was it a friend? I looked closer. It was . . . Magny!

“I gotta get you guys outta here. Let me cut this rope,” Magnesium said.

Good ol’ Magny, able to trust, rad, and mystery-minded. He’s awesome.

“There you go Mr. Zinc,” said Magnesium. “Raid, it’s time to get you out.”

I waited. Ss rr ss rr ss rr, I heard the knife cut.

“There you go Raid,” said Magny. “Now you bullies get freed. How did you get here anyways?”

“Long story,” said Oxygen.

“Exactly,” said Hydrogen.

“You’re done now let’s go,” Magny said.

“Wait!” I shouted. “I hear something over there.”

I pointed to a table with something that seemed to be a soda can on it. We ran towards the thing. I pulled the soda can thing. It was a secret place! I looked closer. There was someone sitting there wrapped in he same rope and he had a gag in his mouth.

“What got you here?” I asked.

He spit out the gag and said, “I am the boss of Sodium and his crew,” he started. “All I did was take one of Sodium’s cans of soda then he and his crew wrapped me in this rope, put a gag in my mouth and put me here in this secret place.

“Got it, now let’s go,” I said as we headed out the door.

Chapter 6

I headed towards my house as I asked Magnesium, “Where’d the criminal go?”

“He got put in the slammer (a slammer is what we call jail),” said Magnesium.

“Woo-Hoo!” I shouted.

“Woo-Hoo,” Magnesium said.

“You stop copying me,” I said.

“I’m just playin’ with ya,” he said.

I walked on to my house and shouted to my partner, “Bye, see ya.”

“See ya,” said my partner as he walked back to his house.

I fell asleep on my comfy bed.

I woke up the next morning feelin’ good. I dressed up, ate breakfast, took my bag, and went outside to the bus stop.

“What up bro,” said Magnesium.

“Not much,” I answered.

“I’m gonna get this answer to the principal and Mrs. Curium.”

“Right let’s do it.”

We walked onto the bus. When we got to school, I told the principal that he had to pay.

“Let’s see what I’ve got. Will a ten buck work?” Mr. Zinc asked.

“Wow! That’s more than I expected,” I said. “It sure would work.”

“It’s yours detective,” he said.

“Thanks,” I said.

“Don’t mention it,” he said.

“See ya.”

“Bye.”

I walked to my class and told my teacher, “Case closed.”

“You’re done with it aren’t you,” Mrs. Curium said.

“Yup.”

“Thanks detective.”

“It’s my job mam.”

“Yup and you solved this case, you should get something for it.”

“It’s alright mam.”

“Okay, suit yourself.”

I walked and sat at my desk, smiling. I looked at my partner and whispered, “Case closed.”

Then we smiled the rest of the day. Another great mystery finished.

New Kidnappers in the House part 6

I headed towards my house as I asked Magnesium, “Where’d the criminal go?”

“He got put in the slammer (a slammer is what we call jail),” said Magnesium.

“Woo-Hoo!” I shouted.

“Woo-Hoo,” Magnesium said.

“You stop copying me,” I said.

“I’m just playin’ with ya,” he said.

I walked on to my house and shouted to my partner, “Bye, see ya.”

“See ya,” said my partner as he walked back to his house.

I fell asleep on my comfy bed.

I woke up the next morning feelin’ good. I dressed up, ate breakfast, took my bag, and went outside to the bus stop.

“What up bro,” said Magnesium.

“Not much,” I answered.

“I’m gonna get this answer to the principal and Mrs. Curium.”

“Right let’s do it.”

We walked onto the bus. When we got to school, I told the principal that he had to pay.

“Let’s see what I’ve got. Will a ten buck work?” Mr. Zinc asked.

“Wow! That’s more than I expected,” I said. “It sure would work.”

“It’s yours detective,” he said.

“Thanks,” I said.

“Don’t mention it,” he said.

“See ya.”

“Bye.”

I walked to my class and told my teacher, “Case closed.”

“You’re done with it aren’t you,” Mrs. Curium said.

“Yup.”

“Thanks detective.”

“It’s my job mam.”

“Yup and you solved this case, you should get something for it.”

“It’s alright mam.”

“Okay, suit yourself.”

I walked and sat at my desk, smiling. I looked at my partner and whispered, “Case closed.”

Then we smiled the rest of the day. Another great mystery finished.

New Kidnappers in the House part 5

“See ya later alligator,” I said with an evil grin (not like villain type evil just . . . evil).

“You’re goin’ down lonely gown,” he said as I giggled.

“You’re not good at this are you,” I said still giggling.

“No, but I am good at this. Soldiers, attack!” he yelled having the evilest grin I’ve ever seen. “Prepare to be wrapped by rope.”

“Well guess what, you’ll never get me,” I said as I turned invisible.

“Where’d he go?” asked Sodium.

“Right here,” I said hovering in the air. “I’ll bet you all my money if you can catch me,” I said as I swooped down rapidly.

“Hah! Bets, they’re one of the worst ways to get money. I’m not takin’ it,” said Sodium. “Soldiers surround him, he won’t be able to get out when we are surrounding him.” “Charge!” he yelled as every one of those elements charged towards me.

I grinned, flew up, and watched them bonk their heads. Ouch! It looked like it would hurt.

“Not so tough now huh Soeddy,” I said.

“It’s not the end yet Raid,” said Sodium. “Gases, get him!”

All the gases flew up and punched me right on my face!

“UU!” I said sounding weird again.

They smashed me on the floor and wrapped me in the same rope the principal and the bullies were in.

“Let go!” I shouted. “You will never beat me!”

“Looks like you’ve just been beaten though. HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!” he cackled.

I frowned. All the elements that came from nowhere, went back to the place they came from as Sodium walked out the door and went downstairs. I heard something. I felt my pocket. It was my phone and guess who was calling, that darn awesome Magnesium was callin’ right this moment. I answered.

“Hello,” I said.

“Yo what up Raid,” he replied.

“Not much but I am stuck here in a house and I was wondering if you could get me out,” I replied.

“What’s the address?”

“dunno but I do know that it’s close to hote element, ya know that hotel.”

“Yeah, how many houses away is it and should I go left or right?”

“Go to your left three houses, the fourth house I think is it.”

“Got it, thanks.”

“Don’t mention it I’m your bud right?”

“Yeah bud well . . . bye.”

“See ya when you find the house.”

“Bye.”

“Bye bud.”

That Magny, he’s so rad. Glad he’s my bud. I waited and waited and waited and waited ‘til there was a RING! At the door. Magny is here! Sodium opened the door. I couldn’t see a thing that was going on down there.

“Put your hands up!” I heard someone shout.

“Okay okay arrest me,” I heard Sodium say.

“Put your hands behind your back, Now!” the unknown person said.

Click! I heard something being clip onto something. Someone came up with a knife. Was it an enemy? Was it a friend? I looked closer. It was . . . Magny!

“I gotta get you guys outta here. Let me cut this rope,” Magnesium said.

Good ol’ Magny, able to trust, rad, and mystery-minded. He’s awesome.

“There you go Mr. Zinc,” said Magnesium. “Raid, it’s time to get you out.”

I waited. Ss rr ss rr ss rr, I heard the knife cut.

“There you go Raid,” said Magny. “Now you bullies get freed. How did you get here anyways?”

“Long story,” said Oxygen.

“Exactly,” said Hydrogen.

“You’re done now let’s go,” Magny said.

“Wait!” I shouted. “I hear something over there.”

I pointed to a table with something that seemed to be a soda can on it. We ran towards the thing. I pulled the soda can thing. It was a secret place! I looked closer. There was someone sitting there wrapped in he same rope and he had a gag in his mouth.

“What got you here?” I asked.

He spit out the gag and said, “I am the boss of Sodium and his crew,” he started. “All I did was take one of Sodium’s cans of soda then he and his crew wrapped me in this rope, put a gag in my mouth and put me here in this secret place.

“Got it, now let’s go,” I said as we headed out the door.

2011 Summer Art Camps at ZJS Studio

2011 Summer Art Camps at ZJS Studio
Class Name Date Time
Perspective & sketch basic
(透视以及素描入门)
June 13-17 1-4pm
Color concepts & Painting basic
(色彩基本知识以及色彩绘画入门)
Jun 20 – 24 8:30am-12:30pm
2D Design basic – how to transform a realistic subject in to pattern.
(平面图案设计基础 – 如何将写实物体进行夸张变形到图案)
June 27 -July 1 8:30am-12:30pm

Below information applies to all classes above: 

Age Class Size Fee Instructor Location
10-14 yrs old 9 Students
(6 minimum)
$180 Jinsong Zhang 12455 Parkhill
Overland Park, KS 66213

To enroll or ask questions, please email jinsong98@hotmail.com

Word After Word After Word – Chapter 7

   My house was quiet. No music, no conversation, no laughing. I closed the door and walked down the hallway into the living room. My mother was staring at herself in the mirror. She did that a lot these days, since she had lost her hair from chemo. She saw me looking at her looking at herself.

   “What do I look like, Lucy?” she asked me. “I look like something.”

   “An ostrich,” I said.

   Mama smiled.

   “I do,” she said.

   She took a breath.

   “What happened at school today? How is the beautiful and creative Ms. Mirabel?” she asked.

   “She is beautiful and creative,” I said.

   “And how is that hair?”

   “Robust,” I said.

   I smiled at her because she knew that was one of my vocabulary words.

   Mama’s hair was growing back, in small fuzz all over her head. She did look a bit like an ostrich. But she said she was getting better. That’s what she said. That’s what mattered.

   “Russell wrote a poem about his dog dying,” I said. “He brought his baby brother, Oliver, under the lilac bush.”

   “Russell?” asked Mama. “Russell who drives Miss Cash to distraction?”

   “He drives her to sighs,” I corrected her.

   “Well, Ms. Mirabel seems to be working miracles,” said Mama. “What about you? Have you written anything for Ms. Mirabel?”

   I shook my head, thinking about my poem about sadness. That’s all I wrote about these days. Sadness.

   “One poem. I’m waiting for something to whisper to me.”

   “Whisper? I am sure there are whispers all around you, Lucy.”

   Mama turned back to look in the mirror again.

   “Maybe you aren’t listening. Children hear everything. Children know everything.”

   Mama and I looked at each other in the mirror for a moment. Then the front door slammed shut.

   “That’s your dad,” said Mama. “How can we convince him to take us out for dinner?”

   “Tell him we’re having liver.”

   Mama laughed. She didn’t laugh much these days, and I liked the sound of it.

   “Jack,” she called as we hurried to the kitchen. “Luck thinks I look like an ostrich!”

   “I was thinking that very same thing,” Papa called back. “What a smart girl she is!” 

   “And, Jack,” added Mama. “We’re having liver!”

   “NO!” came a cry from the kitchen.  

The moon came through my window. Soon it would begin to move away. I could hear my mother and father talking in the living room as if …. As if nothing was wrong. I reached for my pad and pen. I would write something that would change life in my house. I would not write about sadness. Ms. Mirabel had said that she wrote to make life come out the way she wanted. Maybe I could do that, too.

                                                MAMA

                        Sadness. Your laughter can’t brush away

                 the sadness here. I hear you trying to laugh. I see you trying to smile   and trying to talk away the sickness.

                                    You can’t, you know.

                                    You can’t.

                                                             ———– Lucy

             No use. It was still sadness. Sadness was all I had.

Word After Word After Word – Chapter 6

Chapter 6

   Russell ducked under Hen’s big lilac bush. We were five today. It was late afternoon, and shadows fell across the yard.

   Russell wore a pack.

   “What is that?” asked May loudly.

   Inside the pack was a baby.

   “My brother, Oliver,” said Russell.

“You’ve seen him before.”

   “I don’t like babies,” said May.

   Russell smiled. He took Oliver out of his pack and sat him on his lap. “You’ll like Ollie,” he said. “There is not one bad thing about him.”

   And as if Oliver had heard Russell, he smiled and pumped his arms up and down.

   “I babysit for Ollie every day after school.”

   Hen reached out and took Oliver’s hand.

   “That’s why you don’t lay soccer?”

   Russell nodded.

   Oliver grinned and then reached out o May. May drew back.

   “He likes you,” said Russell. “Here.” He handed Oliver over to May, who held him away from her, as if he were a package of trash. But Oliver didn’t care. He leaned closer and closer to May until his head lay on her shoulder. Slowly, May put her arms around him and closed her eyes.

   “I think he’s wet,” she whispered finally.

   “Of course he’s wet,” said Russell cheerfully. “He’s always wet. My babysitting time is over pretty soon. I’ll take him home and change him.”

   May still held on to Oliver. She didn’t open her eyes. And when she did, she whispered to Russell again.

   “That was a beautiful poem about your dog, Russell.”

   Russell nodded and picked up Oliver. He ducked out from under the bush and put Oliver back in his pack.

   “He was a good dog,” he said softly.

   “What was his name?” asked May.

   “Everett,” said Russell before he disappeared in the shadows.

            There is a soft sweet smell here.

            The smell of somewhere far away


            I may have been one time but can’t remember.

                        It is a soft sweet smell.

                        Why is it I know it? Why is it so familiar?

                        I can almost reach out my hand to catch it.

                        But not quite.

                                                            ——- May