Sparks

The perception of time, relative to one’s age, was recently examined by 7^th grade Idea students. Following class discussions and readings, they were  challenged to consider differing perspectives and create riddles describing  the “life cycle” of an inanimate objects.  Can you identify the objects?

What am I? by A.H.

I start out as nothing more than a few pieces of rubber and cloth.

Quickly my pieces come together. I am shoved into a small cardboard cube, right next to my brother.

After, we are wrapped in a thin sheet of paper, shoved into darkness, and bumped around for months.

Then, after almost all hope is lost, I see the light.

A giant takes my brother and me away.

The thing wiggles and we are jostled up and down, over and over again – sometimes it is me, sometimes my brother, sometimes both of us at once.

I go up and down many times. When I am old, dirty, and broken down I am tossed into the darkness again.  Do you know who I am?

The******n by P and C

At birth I start as the tear drop of a mournful angel.  My transition into the lower blankets of earth is marked by the time I become one of a kind.  My arms and legs sprout out on all sides as I gracefully drift down.  I hit the floor running as I see my brothers and sisters around me, and it feels like I am on a rollercoaster called wind.  I hear a boy inside the dwelling wake up and he looks through the portal into my life.  He sees the snow and is delighted with the aspect that he might miss school.

My life continues and soon the boy beams in joy as he pats his big gloves together.  In one pocket he is equipped with an orange dagger, and from his other pocket I hear the ringing of bells.  Soon I am caught in a bigger roller coaster and I get dizzy rolling and rolling.  Soon I become closer with the friends I have made on my journey.  Soon I am mounted on a man high in the sky.  Bells jingle as he perfects his new winter beast.  His friend comes and he also partakes in the rounding of my body.  Soon the two lose interest and night comes and the morning brings another day.  It is sunny and my life takes its infant form into the sky…who am I?

Who am I?

By R and C

A miracle to my parents,

A mini them created perfect

As I grow, so does my liveliness

Enjoying this time of my life most

As I mature the flame in me dies out

And the eagerness is no longer about

Although I am old and wise now

I still wish to be foolish and young

Now my mind must toil day and night

I can no longer partake in life’s little delights

My urge to play and laugh is gone

For part of me has died

Who am I?

By Jand M

I begin my life as a small piece of many

I slowly grow as I am conformed

With the things that surround me

Due to my convenience, I become one with another

I benefit even the crabbiest of beings

People use my voice to hear the Sound

I wash up on what I’m made of

My life will end as I am stolen from my homeland

Or smashed by the giants who roam near my nature

However if I’m lucky, Ill be worn down

Until I experience a new life

Who am I?

Answers: Old Sneaker, Snowman, A Young Child, A Seashell

Data Collectors

As part of our sixth grade, futuristic scenario, students were recently introduced to the work done by NASA in the creation of robotic rovers. They were then challenged to design a robotic data collector that could be used to explore the planet they hope to colonize.

Grade 6

Grade 6

Grade 6

Think Outside The Box Power Point

5Th Grade Rally-Winning Power Point.
5Th Grade students from across the district held a mock election in January.  Teams from across the district gathered at MMS to present their candidate.  Student groups created campaign posters, bumper stickers, banners and Power Points to outline their candidates vision for Central City.