Sheridan Academy, Fall 2002


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Ms. Berman's Class

Grade 8

This workshop was led by Hanna Baek, Pete Fishman, and Laura Manville.

Click on the student's name to read their piece:

Shawntina Williams

Blue is the color of my father's love.
Green is the color of my mother's eyes.
Silver is the color of my earrings my father gave me.
Baby blue is the color of my house.
Beige is the color of my mom's new car.
Brown is the color of my sister's hair.
Orange is the color of the leaves outside my house.
Pink is the color of cotton candy when my family spends time together.
Light green is the color of my grandmother's rug.
Burgandy is the color of my grandmother's resting chair when she tells us great stories.
Yellow is the color of a beautiful summer day.

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Quanisha Price

Red is the color of my sister's face when my mother pops her when she does something wrong
Yellow-orange is the color of the sky when the sun sets
Purple is the color of my favorite blanket
Black is the color I see when I close my eyes
Brown is the color I see when I look at my face
Green, blue, gray and brown are the colors of my little cousin's eyes every time the seasons change
Silver is the color of my sisters' earrings she always loses
Gold is the color I see when I think of my grandma

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Victor Mase

Gray is the color of my mother's room because she smokes too much
Green is the color of the package of her favorite brand
Brown is the color of my brainless dog
Black is the color of my sister's brainless dog
Checkled is the color of the bed that me and both the brainless dogs fall asleep in
Orange is the color of the first flare I see when I open my eyes
White is my mother in her sleeping clothes, who rushes me out of bed
Yellow is the color of the tile I see every morning when I trip up the stairs
Black is the color I see when I fall asleep in class
Red is the color of the blood that flies when I play Halo for XBOX

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Kairee Silva

Purple is the color of my bedspread.
Yellow is the color of the butter I spread.
Pink is the color of my cousin's shades.
Black is the color of my rollerblades.
Brown is the color of that stranger's suede shoes.
Grey is the color of the sky when it rains.
Tan is the color of a lion as it watches its prey.
Redish pink is the color of the sun as it sets during the day.
Baby blue is the color of my aunt's church suit.
White is the color of Angel's dress in the sky.
Blue is the color of that Butterfly.
Red is the color of the sky when it does down into the night.
Dark blue is the color of the Bat as it takes its great flight and flies into the night.

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Nadia Poole

The door slowly opened when I went into the scary, crummy, broke down house with my friend. We were both scared. And you could tell because we were as shaky as it gets. Then we entered. We heard a loud scream, like murder. But then we saw something moving under the blanket on the ground. We walked slowly towards the blanket, then something flew out; it was a black, huge, bat. Then we both ran out. But we never found out what that scream was. I will never forget that scream.

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Tim Butler

The door slowly opened and I saw in the far distance in the dark a shadow of a thing I never saw before, not even in a dream. A very mysterious man with a face never seen before. Then a big thunder short slammed and a flash of light gazed across his face. And in a hurry I began to run through the house trying to get away. But I can hear his footsteps in the distance and a gurgling voice with one hand free and one with a machete. And so I find a place to hide. I find something entrails of people he had deseced. Knowing I would probably be next. I tried to get away as quiet as I could. Then he saw me heading for the door and running towards me. I ran into the woods and the man behind me was breathing heavily and laughing loudly. As I sped to the nearest cabin-place I opened the screen door and rushed into the unordinary hut. As I looked around I wondered if he was till behind me. As I look in one of the doors I find nothing. In the next door a strange smell and then the last door!!! The man jumped out of the room with his knife and as I move back he moves forward. Then I'm trapped into a corner. But as I ran through the woods screaming a man heard me and followed the sound of the scream. He rushed there and a hatchet going into the back of the man again and again until he was dead. I will never forget that scream.

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Asia Taylor

The door slowly opened and I was sitting in the living room. I did not know what it was. I thought it was my brother coming in but it was him. So I turned back to watch TV and the door opened a little bit more. So I turned back to the door - there was no one standing by the door cause there was no shadow. So I got up to look out the door and what did I see? Nothing. Now I was talking to myself. I'm home alone, I'm by myself, my family is out for the night and I'm in for tonight and I think someone is with me in my house. Ok I said. If something jumpes out on me I'm running, if something comes out my coat closet I'm running, if something comes out, if something jumps out, whatever, I'm gonna running. So as I came out of the living room my brother jumped out and I had ran and screamed. And I will never forget that scream.

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Lashay James

The door slowly opened and I walked in. When I got in there I heard a lot of noises. I started to walk up the stairs and I saw a little boy calling my name. I went over to see who he was but then he had disappeared. I started to walk down the hallway and went into a room. When I opened the door I saw a dead body fall out from behind the door. I screamed and then ran out of that room and ran into another room and locked the door. When I turned around I saw the little boy again. He started to call me again, he was saying, "Shay, Shay help me please, help me shay!" I started walking towards the boy and he had disappeared. I started to look around in the room to find the little boy but he wasn't in there. So I had went back downstairs to see if I could find the little boy but instead I saw something else. I had seen a little girl calling me saying, "Shay, please help me!" I had asked the little girl what she needed help with and she had disappeared. So I walked around the house to see if I could find the little boy or girl. Then I went into the kitchen and I saw the little boy again and he said, "Shay, please help me, please help me find my sister. She died in this house with me and I never saw her as a ghost, Shay please help me find her!" I said okay. So I went to look for her. I went back upstairs and I saw a room at the end of the hall with the light on and it was the little boy's sister, but she wasn't dead. She was trapped inside that room. She couldn't get out unless someone opened the door from the outside. So I had left the house but before the door had closed I heard the girl scream. I will never forget that scream.

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Lashanda Watts

In 1 year, I will be going to high school. I will all the friends in the world, all different races. I will live with my father and stepmother and go to the smartest school in the world, and start getting my learning permit.
In 10 years, I will move to Alabama, just getting out of college. I will have two lambergenes, one mustang, and two escalades. I have tow beautiful kids, a good looking husband, and two big rockwallers. My jobs are being a pediatrician and make 100 dollars for fourteen hours, and being a veterinarian making 200 for 10 hours. I will have the most beautiful land down south with a big-big house.
In 100 years, I will have a big beautiful funeral. I will have 10 grandchildren, 5 great grandchildren, and 2 great-great grandchildren. My funeral will have all kinds of flowers and a silver and gold casket. My funeral will be in the morning because I like it when the sun rises. When I get to heaven, my family will be there waiting for me - my grandmother, grandfather, mother, aunt, uncles, and cousins. It will be so beautiful, and I will never leave from heaven without my family.

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Marcus Parsons

One year later... everything is the same old thing like this year but better.

Ten years later... working at a machinery place that pays you 1000 a month with a mansion with 24 rooms

One hundred years later... dead, going up to heaven, chilling with god and... that's it.

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Marvin Batts

I am from New Haven, Connecticut. I see kids running around with smiles on their faces. I see grown men pushing carriages filled with cans. I see the basketball park filled with boys playing basketball. Also people cooking out in the field. I also see cars rushing to get where they are going. I see acorns all over the sidewalks and streets. I see dogs running around by themselves. I smell fresh air as it brushes against my face. I hear the birds singing in the morning. I feel the life of New Haven, Connecticut.

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Natalie Caldwell

It's the Manor, the projects, where we fight every night; it's where I sleep and when the parties go on, you see me there. Sometimes when it's cold you see niggas go into vacant houses, that's how they survive. We be running around, hitting cars, breaking windows and running from the cops. Sometimes I wonder if I'll get lost in the woods when playing hide and go seek or something like that. My project smells like beer, trees, you know what I mean, and nasty cigarettes. In my house, it tastes like sweet honey cornbread. Even though my mother went in labor with a child in the hill named Natalie, it be all right.

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Charles White

I am from Lilac Street. It is a street where people don't stay on because the place always comes around and they always think that someone is selling drugs and people don't like the way some people look at them. The houses are fifteen to twenty years old and some of the houses are in good shape but you can't ever shoot rocks anywhere because they would always think you're trying to break a window.

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Donavan Roberts

Black and white houses
People fighting on my street
Sometimes it's quiet
Smells like flowers everywhere
Warm
No one really walks down
The street
Peaceful
Dogs barking
A lot of trees and leaves
Trees are green yellow, red
Tall trees
A lot of cars on the street
A lot of street lights

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Rayza Perez

Here the people are friendly and nice. You could smell the mangos in the trees and all different kinds of fruits.

Here it's very hot. The beach is very pretty; it's light blue. The sand is very hot because of the sun. All you see is Spanish music and people taking a suntan.

This is Puerto Rico.

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Laura Jimenez

Barraquilla Colombia

Cuando voy a Colombia me siento bien. Juego con mis amigos y mis primos. Salgo a caminar en los campos y en la ciudad. Celebramos las fiesta y tambien la Navidad. Visitamos los paisajes de esa linda cuidad.

Translation:
When I go to Colombia, I feel good. I play with my friends and my cousins. I go out to walk in the fields and in the city. We celebrate the holidays and also Christmas. We visit the scenery of this lovely city.

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