Monday
Finn had a good time with her aunts trying to figure out her Halloween costume with her Mom and Aunts, even though they were acting very childish. Kamille had dinner with her mom and sister and it was fun because she hadn’t been wioth them in a while. Rowan over the weekend felt sad, and he didn’t know why so he layed on his kitchen counter, spreading many germs to his table, and started to Cry. He realized that he was crying because he was turning thirteen the next day and he felt like he was losing his childhood. So he got off the counter and played with his Playmobiles and listened to the Beatles. Two things which represented his childhood.
I then complained about how fast everyone was talking and how slow I was writing their thoughts.
Chase said he had a good time Bowling with Rowan and Patrick, and it was good to bond with them.
Eric said “I heard you guys played some weird game that I’d never heard of” I said “Bowling?” and then the class spent around twenty minutes laughing, while discussing how Eric must not do what Bowling is.
Patrick said that over the weekend he saw Chase and Rowan while bowling, Luke and Rio at Hockey, and Reed, Rider and Finn at Agway. We all laughed. Now what could they be doing at Agway? Picking up the latest 12 inch zipper pair of Carhartt Overalls? Someone asked Eric if he had bought any Carhartts at Agway lately. Eric replied with “Oh, I only go to Agway when I’m feeling especially rich. Usually I buy my clothing by the pound.” After another long period of time laughing at how Eric buys his clothes by the pound, Calder said that Tal said that if we didn’t win the Wiffleball game against the board, that we would all be flogged. I added in that we would be castrated.
Simon was at a coming of age thing that he goes to every week. They talked about their favorite childhood games, and for the rest of the time they played house. Event though he didn’t really play it a lot when he was younger, it was still good to play it. Someone asked if this was a step up from the Sex Ed class Anna had attended last year, it was. Anna said she was in Maine with her Grandmamma, and usually her Grandmamma was taking care of her but this time she wanted to take care of her. She felt like it was a sign of growing up. Rider had a man night with his sister’s boyfriend, Ned. And it was good to do that with him. When asked what a man night was, Rider replied that it involved going to PizzaPut (where all the men hang out) eating Steak, and watching the Matrix.
Kamille had dinner with her mom and sister and it was fun because she hadn’t been with them in a while.
I looked to my left, and Tsering was drawing a second Fantasy Football Logo, on the top it said Kardashian’s Cannibal Crew, with a lady standing with a piece of freshly chopped human meat from Greg’s Meat Market. She had to redo it because, in the last one she had spelled cannibal wrong.
Anneke went to see her grandmother with her cousins, and one was a 3rd grader. The 3rd grader wanted to explore her grandmas large house. Anneke went along even though she had explored it many times in the past. Going through secret passages. She thought that at her Grandmas she would just be alone or with Abi. The little cousins were excited by little things. Anneke wishes she could do that but she thinks she can’t because she knows too much, that it makes things not exciting. Like when her cousins were getting excited because they found a little door, and they didn’t know where it went. Anneke wasn’t excited because she knew it lead to just a garage. Rose read a poem
A Ritual To Read to Each Other
If you don't know the kind of person I am
and I don't know the kind of person you are
a pattern that others made may prevail in the world
and following the wrong god home we may miss our star.
For there is many a small betrayal in the mind,
a shrug that lets the fragile sequence break
sending with shouts the horrible errors of childhood
storming out to play through the broken dyke.
And as elephants parade holding each elephant's tail,
but if one wanders the circus won't find the park,
I call it cruel and maybe the root of all cruelty
to know what occurs but not recognize the fact.
And so I appeal to a voice, to something shadowy,
a remote important region in all who talk:
though we could fool each other, we should consider--
lest the parade of our mutual life get lost in the dark.
For it is important that awake people be awake,
or a breaking line may discourage them back to sleep;
the signals we give--yes or no, or maybe--
should be clear: the darkness around us is deep.
William Stafford
Later For All-Tal at the end of the day we talked about Cleanup problems, compost, and whether to combine Science jobs with regular jobs.
Tuesday
We had a guest Mickel Zuidhoek from Australia, but he was also a supporter of the Dutch National Team (for soccer). He is a carpenter who lives in Manchester VT who is interested in starting a high school. We introduced ourselves. And passed out our notebooks. Morgan said last night She’d had finished her homework, her dad was home and her mom was at some meeting, and he asked her to play Russian Bang—fun to do that with him, for like three hours.
Rider said that last year Tal talked about Emerson’s Circles or Rings, and how we are always expanding, and he felt like he hasn’t been expanding lately. We then had a long talk, and it ended with a synthesis of; Rider wants to be connected to Chase and back and forth. They had a connection and Rider abused it. Calder can’t connect to Chase and Rowan has a connection with Chase, but is jealous of Rider and Chase’s sometimes. Rider is trying to figure out how to use his power and keep being a good person.
Rowan in the middle of the night Friday at Sebastian’s Birthday Party, while Alec and Sebastian and I were inside watching “Austin Powers,” Sully and Rowan were outside in the snow on the trampoline, talking about how Sully felt like he was growing up too fast. They were talking about real things and this was the first time Rowan had done that. He liked it. Simon was looking at his Math Eval over the weekend and at first getting mad for the little flaws. But then he saw how far he has come from last year, and he didn’t concentrate on the flaws. Finn said playing soccer with her Brother in the rain was fun, because neither of them were getting competitive. Eliot and Turner were watching videos from long times ago, like graduation, and it was good too. Anneke, said after Claire left, her sister and her got in a fight over music. Her sister started swearing and she felt bad, because she felt like her little sister was growing up too fast, and she was supposed to be showing her the way and she felt like she wasn’t.
Claire was visiting her stepbrother in Washington, and her stepbrother introduced her as her little sister, and that felt good, and after reading the Lit she was thinking about her Grandpa, and then she wrote him a note.
Claire read a poem.
Eating Poetry
Mark Strand
I
Eating Poetry
Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.
The librarian does not believe what she sees.
Her eyes are sad
and she walks with her hands in her dress.
The poems are gone.
The light is dim.
The dogs are on the basement stairs and coming up.
Their eyeballs roll,
their blond legs burn like brush.
The poor librarian begins to stamp her feet and weep.
She does not understand.
When I get on my knees and lick her hand,
she screams.
I am a new man,
I snarl at her and bark,
I romp with joy in the bookish dark.
Wednesday
Evan had fun drawing Evil corn with Claire during science, a very educational act.
Jesse and Claire made a Birthday cake for their mom, and then they messed it up and Jesse was freaking out, but her mom told her to stop worrying, that she only cared about them being together, and Jesse thought that was nice.
Rider was thinking about the way people dress, and how on Tuesday I was wearing sweatpants and a Howard Dean shirt, and he thought it was a lot more real than my skinny jeans. I cringed at the thought.
Rose after the wiffleball game was talking to Cindy and Michael Seligman. They said we’ve come a long way from our competitive nature at the beginning. Then Micheal said he loved us, and Cindy said that Rose went too easy on us.
Last night, Patrick wrote a Character Sketch on Yared and he noticed how all the little things are meaningful. There was then a rant about Character Sketches by Tal. Claire had done her Homework, and was watching the intellectual, riveting show of “Gossip Girl,” and a chat bubble from me popped up and it was good to talk to me.
Eric said, he noticed how Finn loved everyone’s little quirks, because she noticed how he was talking to himself, and she laughed happily. Jesse read a poem by ex-nbs’er Eliza Carver
The Waking
When we come to it there will be no surrendered flags.
There will be no monument of divinity, or mountain of truth,
Here, the stair spirals up against our weary feet,
Against our stubborn quarries, and our indefinite words.
Here, coiled up tight, we wait for something to clasp your hand.
Here, where we stand before our silent words,
There will be no heroes to pick you up, or set you down.
Here, where something turns or wavers before our tired feet.
Our eyes travel before us, seeking for fertile lands.
Where imminent delight will fill out footsteps
And here, at the same time
Something inside us is overflowing with joy,
Upon waking one morning we will out stretch our arms.
To draw down a curtain of understanding,
Of realization, just one day out of many days.
Again and again, we find nothing but our hearts,
Set as empty shells thrown over the stair.
When we find ourselves again,
Upon infertile and deserted lands,
We will be nothing but reflections in our eyes.
But in our hearts, that is where we will come to it.
When our paths have been washed away,
When the land has been flooded and scraped clean.
We will take to the light, past our doubts and indecisions.
We will live, in circles upon circles,
Out of shells filled with forgotten triumphs, and scars.
Nothing will be left but the foundation of a heart.
-Eliza Carver NBS 08
Thursday
Calder said that Tal said that Today study was important to do well because he was at the Doctor.
Evan said Dalia came over and they played and it was fun.
Kylie told of how her dad was getting really into her Halloween costume, as was she and it was good to do that with him.
Simon, on the bus first started talking about Justin Beiber, and whether or not he had been castrated, but the conversation turned into what it was like being in 9th grade.
Rose said that she was with Jared looking at the fantasy football logos, and he was really impressed of Annekes Teddy Bear drawing, and he was asking Rose if he would be as good of an artist as Anneke is. She said that she thought Anneke was good at art, because she was having fun with it. Eric added in that when he saw Anneke’s art, he was amazed, BUT unlike Jared, he was not wondering if he would be able to draw like that.
Sarah said yesterday Yared gave her a hug for the first time, and it was the only good thing that had happened all week.
Rider noticed that Claire wrote I love Tate on a graphing calculator, and he thought it was cool out of all the things she could’ve written.
Yared yelled, “GODAMMIT Tate! You’re taking all the girls!" Reed read a poem by EE Cummings
I carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
Friday-Halloween
We had costumes galore. Ranging from Co-op shoppers to Michael Jackson to Harold and Maude to a Clown to Winston from 1984. Tal talked about how he liked Bob Dylan costumes, and Literary themed costumes.
Miles mentioned how the night before he was at Evan’s playing video games and it was good to be with him.
Morgan was saying that after soccer at the field house, Kylie was getting anxious about finding a wig for Halloween, and her dad drove them all around Burlington looking for one while they listened to Reggae, and played a game involving heated seats.
Tal made me stand up and model my costume, a co-op shopper. Complete with a booty-infront, gardening shoes, and a bra.
Simon had fun with Eliot at clay.
We talked about how dumb Zombies were, and all they do is run around and slap people.
Tate/Dogbert. He was working on costume with his brother, Owen, good to do that with him.
We then demonstrated miming. Tal decided that Calder, Tsering, and I are the worst mimers alive.
Tsering/Big fat tomato talked about how she hung out with Hattie, for the first time in a week, and they gossiped about the Bridge School gossip.
Calder/Sherlock Holmes told of being with Henry, his brother, after school, and it was good to be with him, because he hadn’t seen him for 3 weeks, he was happy.
Simon read a poem
The charge of the light brigade
Half a league half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred:
'Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns' he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
'Forward, the Light Brigade!'
Was there a man dismay'd ?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Some one had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do & die,
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd & thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.
Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turn'd in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army while
All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack & Russian
Reel'd from the sabre-stroke,
Shatter'd & sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
While horse & hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wonder'd.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred!
-Alfred, Lord Tennyson
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