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Herricks Adara Glenz

Annesa Loew Alex Renteria Kyle Smith

Elizabeth Trude Dana Olson Lee Pisa Ethan

Harrington Jacob Schmitz Jackson Friederich Mariah

Lightner Meredith Harrington Kayla Hartl Jenny LandesTy-

ler Herricks Adara Glenz Annesa Loew Alex Renteria Kyle Smith

Elizabeth Trude Dana Olson Lee Pisa Ethan Harrington Jacob Schmitz

Jackson Friederich Mariah Lightner Meredith Harrington Kayla HartlJenny LandesTyler Herricks Adara Glenz Annesa Loew Alex Renteria Kyle

Smith Elizabeth Trude Dana Olson Lee Pisa Ethan Harrington Jacob Schmitz

Jackson Friederich Mariah Lightner Meredith Harrington Kayla Hartl Jenny Land-

esTyler Herricks Adara Glenz Annesa Loew Alex Renteria Kyle Smith Elizabeth Trude

Dana Olson Lee Pisa Ethan Harrington Jacob Schmitz Jackson Friederich Mariah Light-

ner Meredith Harrington Kayla Hartl Jenny LandesTyler Herricks Adara Glenz Annesa

Loew Alex Renteria Kyle Smith Elizabeth Trude Dana Olson Lee Pisa Ethan Harrington Jacob

Schmitz Jackson Friederich Mariah Lightner Meredith Harrington Kayla Hartl Jenny Land-

esTyler Herricks Adara Glenz Annesa Loew Alex Renteria Kyle Smith Elizabeth Trude Dana

Olson Lee Pisa Ethan Harrington Jacob Schmitz Jackson Friederich Mariah Lightner Meredith

Harrington Kayla Hartl Jenny LandesTyler Herricks Adara Glenz Annesa Loew Alex RenteriaKyle Smith Elizabeth Trude Dana Olson Lee Pisa Ethan Harrington Jacob Schmitz Jackson Fried-

erich Mariah Lightner Meredith Harrington Kayla Hartl Jenny LandesTyler Herricks Adara Glenz

Annesa Loew Alex Renteria Kyle Smith Elizabeth Trude Dana Olson Lee Pisa Ethan Harrington Jacob

Schmitz Jackson Friederich Mariah Lightner Meredith Harrington Kayla Hartl Jenny LandesTyler

Herricks Adara Glenz Annesa Loew Alex Renteria Kyle Smith Elizabeth Trude Dana Olson Lee Pisa

Ethan Harrington Jacob Schmitz Jackson Friederich Mariah Lightner Meredith Harrington Kayla Hartl

Jenny LandesTyler Herricks Adara Glenz Annesa Loew Alex Renteria Kyle Smith Elizabeth Trude

Dana Olson Lee Pisa Ethan Harrington Jacob Schmitz Jackson Friederich Mariah Lightner Meredith

Harrington Kayla Hartl Jenny LandesTyler Herricks Adara Glenz Annesa Loew Alex Renteria Kyle

Smith Elizabeth Trude Dana Olson Lee Pisa Ethan Harrington Jacob Schmitz Jackson FriederichMariah Lightner Meredith Harrington Kayla Hartl Jenny LandesTyler Herricks Adara Glenz Annesa

Loew Alex Renteria Kyle Smith Elizabeth Trude Dana Olson Lee Pisa Ethan Harrington Jacob

Schmitz Jackson Friederich Mariah Lightner Meredith Harrington Kayla Hartl Jenny LandesTyler

Herricks Adara Glenz Annesa Loew Alex Renteria Kyle Smith Elizabeth Trude Dana Olson Lee

Pisa Ethan Harrington Jacob Schmitz Jackson Friederich Mariah Lightner Meredith Harrington

Kayla Hartl Jenny LandesTyler Herricks Adara Glenz Annesa Loew Alex Renteria Kyle Smith

Elizabeth Trude Dana Olson Lee Pisa Ethan Harrington Jacob Schmitz Jackson Friederich

Mariah Lightner Meredith Harrington Kayla Hartl Jenny LandesTyler Herricks Adara

Glenz Annesa Loew Alex Renteria Kyle Smith Elizabeth Trude Dana Olson Lee Pisa

Ethan Harrington Jacob Schmitz Jackson Friederich Mariah Lightner Meredith Har-

rington Kayla Hartl Jenny LandesTyler Herricks Adara Glenz Annesa Loew AlexRenteria Kyle Smith Elizabeth Trude Dana Olson Lee Pisa Ethan Harrington

Jacob Schmitz Jackson Friederich Mariah Lightner Meredith Harrington

Kayla Hartl Jenny LandesTyler Herricks Adara Glenz Annesa Loew Alex

Renteria Kyle Smith Elizabeth Trude Dana Olson Lee Pisa Ethan Har-

rington Jacob Schmitz Jackson Friederich Mariah Lightner Mer-

edith Harrington Kayla Hartl Jenny LandesTyler Herricks

Adara Glenz Annesa Loew Alex Renteria Kyle Smith

Elizabeth Trude Dana Olson Lee Pisa Ethan

Harrington Jacob Schmitz Jackson

Friederich Mariah-

Poetry Seminar

with Lee Friederich

April 3rd, 2012

Inspired by

Chuck Rybak


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Poetry Seminar

with Lee FriederichApril 3rd, 2012

The following works were written by the students and sta of

the Birchwood Blue Hills Charter School (BBHCS) during a

writing workshop with Professor Lee Friederich. Professor

Friederich introduced the BBHCS to the work of Chuck Rybak.

Following discussion of his work, students created emulations

using their own unique perspectives.

We would like to thank Lee Friederich for taking the time toshare her passion for writing with the BBHCS.


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Note: This poem was composed with letters from the first and last names of the studentsattending Birchwood Blue Hills Charter School (BBHCS) during a 2.5 hour seminar by Prof.Lee Friederich, April 3, 2012. Inspiration for this poem came from poet Chuck Rybak and hispoem Letters Home. The poem (not including the title) uses only and all of the letters fromthe names - no more, no less. All misspellings are intentional, usually for emphasis. (Thentheres kallijj, a phonetic spelling of where most of the students are headed post-high school,

and the last word is a shortened version of the more traditional The End.)

BBHCS

by Jenny Landes, Advisor

7-12 Project Based Learning School

Where llllearning comes numero uno

Seconds go bby at gggrrrreat speed

Accomplishments are all so ggrrrreatWorkking together as us

Innnspiration to rrrreal purpose

TTTasks make objject

Finalize, excite

Innnevitable innntensity

We dddeal in loyalty and zeal

HHaaa, HHaaaa, Heh, HehhKallijj yah

Jail, nnnnah

All habitz rrrraddd

Halt.


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This Poem was inspired by Chuck Rybaks Dead Letter Office

Another Dad

By:Adara Glenz

Note: This poem is a overall picture of my life during the divorce of my parents. It begins telling

about my biological father and then gets into where I call my step-father dad. It shows my

siblings, Max and Jaydas feelings and how I feel they saw it.

For Dad:

I used to believe that you were the one who made things right

Standing up for yourself and your family

I waited for days

Weeks

Months

Almost a year

Then you called

We cried saying I didnt want to see you

That you made my life worse

That is all you did

You promised things you never brought

You got us excited

Saying we would be able to spend nights with you

You ruined it

By coming to meet us at the wrong time

You saw your mistake


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We said it wasnt your fault

But it was

Max, too young to understand

too young to see what you did

He believes you are a hero

A spider-man

Jayda, confused with what is happening

She only sees the worst of what is happening

She still calls you dad

But why?

Mom started going out with friends from work

Then she started hanging with a guy

Mom was his boss

It was weird

Then came mom and Matt

they were dating

Max was okay with it

He didnt know what to feel

Jayda, whole different story

upset

crying

I tried to tell her it would be okay

that everything would be right in the end

After being with Matt and Mom for a while


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I began...

To love him

To know him

To call him dad

To be able to tell him this

When my biological dad wasnt there for me

Matt was

Jayda and Max began to do the same

Showing love

This poem doesnt even begin to show how much I appreciate him. I just want Matt to know how

much he means to me.


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This poem was inspired by Chuck Rybaks Dead Letter Office poem.

How I Remember You

By: Beth Trude

Dear Great Grandpa Hanson,

I never really got to know you too well. I remember you, you and grandma sitting in the

same chairs every time I visited. You never seemed to leave that chair.

Your house has always seemed to interest me, it seemed so large compared to mine. It

was brown and I remember it on a quiet street with many pretty trees. My second cousins live

there now. Many things are different in that house, but yet so similar. Sometimes I still walk up

to that cupboard where you had all the candy and I open it hoping that maybe that chocolate is

still there. But no. Now all that I see is kitchen supplies.

Going to your house was always a treat for me and my brothers. We would sit around

that huge counter and you would give us ice cream. You always bought the kind that was in little

plastic containers with just the right amount of ice cream.

I dont remember too many things about you, my Dad tells me stories though. One of

the stories I hear most often was when we went to your house when there was a big tornado.

At that time we didnt have a basement for protection from a tornado and my mom says my dad

drove crazy to your house (probably speeding). Once we entered your house we saw you and

grandma in your chairs. My brother and I were in our pajamas and exhausted but yet there you

two were. With calm expressions. Almost as if there wasnt anything happening. That's how

mom and dad explain it anyway, they always have a smile on their face when they tell me and

my brothers.


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Family reunions always took place at your house, mainly because your house was so

large. Easter parties, Thanksgiving parties or even just random parties were always celebrated

at your house. I still have faint memories of a dog that was always at your house, but I cant

seem to remember if it was even yours.

You and Grandma eventually moved into a smaller house. It was really pretty and cute,

but the only thing I didnt like was if you looked out a window you were most likely going to see

an identical house just like yours. I liked your old house where you could see nothing but trees

and a road. There was so much more to look at at your old house.

I have better memories of when we came to you smaller house, just because I was

older. Whenever we came to that house we would dress up in nice church clothes and I

remember my dad telling my brothers and I to be on our best behaviour. We would try to be

as quiet as possible, course for my 3 little brothers that was difficult. Luckily though I dont

remember any of us getting into too much trouble.

Even though I dont have the strongest memories of you I do know that you are a

wonderful great grandpa and I will always remember you.

With much love,

Beth Trude


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This poem was inspired by Chuck Rybaks Dead Letter Office.

Death Brings Beauty

by Kayla Hartl

The beat of a drum, the strum of a guitar, even a smooth voice can have a foot tapping.

Small town boys hit the big city lights. Greatest band that hit America, some would say.

The first band to have a beat and use it in their name, The Beatles.

Death brings a tear to everyones eyes, but after the death of these two you could hear

hundreds cry. John, giving people the hope for peace and finding that special someone

to support you the entire way. Even when it came to your death. George, he was sick

from the start. A dirty habit he created also killed him. Lung cancer brought an end to

his life while his music gave life to other people.

Music still rings through their old souls although their young days are long gone. Paul,

pulling through a lot still is in the business of music. The death of both his first wife

and his band gave him the boost to continue on while for some people it would have

dragged them down. Ringo, you just came out with another CD! You still have your

young spirit and will continue to create more music for the world to love.

The death of The Beatles was not only sad but it also created beauty. Through each

members point of view more music was produced for more people to love.


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April 3rd, 2012


Dear Mother Poem

By: Meredith Harrington

Dear Mother,

You gave me life, you raised me to be the person that I am today and the person

that I will become one day. You taught me to think of others, not just myself. You were

there for me when I needed love, ideas, and your thoughts. Im thankful that Im not like

my cousins and spoiled like they are. Im glad Im the way I am, and proud of how I treat

others and how Im doing in school.

You were my voice when I didnt want to speak, and you talked to the people

that I didnt want to talk to. You told me how I didnt want talk to my own grandma until

I was 5 years old. Now I can talk to anybody I want to. Mother you raised me with little

help from dad, little money, and not a lot of space in our homes. You gave us want we

needed to be helpful in our lives and to be my helpful in others lives. You are there in

our dreams, thoughts, our hearts.

My Mother made her children work for the things they wanted. She had us get

jobs to help pay for food, gas for the cars, stuff for the animals, and bills. Mother got us

into a good school and we are meeting new people, having fun with our new friends.

She got us in a good community to grow up in. We are going to make a difference in

the world and make it better place for our children and their children. You were amazing

Mother, I will love and miss you.

Your loving daughter,

Meredith


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Energy DrinksTyler Herricks

This project started with an idea. This idea started when I noticed that teens are drinking energy

drinks.

Most of these drinks were MONSTER and RED BULL.I got curious and wanted to know why they are being drunk and what is in them.

The project was okay with all the research and you know, making note cards of all the facts that

you found.

The fun really started when I got the opportunity to work with a lady named Bobby Robotka.

I never would of been given the opportunity to work with Bobby if Mr. Brunclik didnt bring it up.

As the clock ticked and time went by, I felt no effect on me.

But, as my results came in, there was a slight change in my heart rate and even my blood

pressure went up.


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This poem was inspired by Chuck Rybaks Liketown.

Umm Poem

by: Alex Renteria

4/4/2012

umm hi my name is Alex

how are you? umm good

lets first start by asking questions. umm how are you?

umm umm (Im thinking) umm umm

class time to umm write a paper on your favorite president.

umm Id rather rollerblade

umm I dont know

umm is this my bottle?

umm what are you doing? umm i have to go.

umm bye.


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This poem is inspired by Chuck Rybaks Liketown.

Text Lingoby Dana Olson

April 3, 2012

evryday we c the txt speaku think that the other knos what you are sayinbut do they?u simply want to chat with a friendbut what do u get?dont ask meidkis what u say true?do u relly laugh out loudor just sayu loli love you is supposed to be heartfeltbut wen sumbody says ilyit means nuttin more than 3 lettersWben sumthin is a majr shokis it a total omg momentor just a kool right??altho sumthings get out of control

LMFAO is a bandlawlz is a common term

its not a new thing eitherhow many times have u ended a letter withXOXOso its NOT just txting1 last thingbrb,g2g, and ttyl r all the samewhy not just say byeit is so much simpler!!

so who knos what ur talkin boutcause trust me broskywe DONT


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This poem was inspired by Chuck Rybak's Letters HomeCharter AnagramJackson FriederichThis is an anagram, so it may be misspelled and have bad grammer I took the names of

students in grades 10-12 of the BBHCS.Chchatr schchllll is aa placewaar u bbbo brjjecs aan ye dizckovvriin a difrid wa is nt easy ye heed

mmo kkredit gi.

Translation

The Charter school is a placewhere you do projects and you discover

in a different way its not easy you needmore credit guy.


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This poem was inspired by Chuck Rybaks Dead Letter Office

Macho Memories

By Kyle Smith

You electrified the Silverdome with 93,173 people cheering you on,

You were different for your time; no one dared do the things you did,

Jumping from a the top rope never occurred as a smart move,

And not to mention the capes and glasses that never could be beat,

You proclaimed yourself as a Tower of Power, too sweet to be sour,

But at one time fans saw you as the sour Dynamite of the Mega-Powers,

After Hogan left the Federation you followed months after,

And took WCW by storm and brought Slim Jims with him

But you joined the n.W.o and we all wondered why you did,

WCW and the fans needed you but you turned your back again,

You thought it was the smart thing to do,

But you changed your mind again,

You turned on Eric Bischoff and the crowd began to roar,

You switched black and white for black and red,

And then it was just black,

In 2000 you left and we thought you would never come back,

You came to TNA Wrestling,

But didnt do much there,

You had one match and then you were gone,

On May 20th, 2011 you had a heart attack behind the wheel,


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And crashed into a tree,

It was a tragic end that was way too soon,

Sad and devastated was most of the wrestling world

Now will you ever be forgotten?

Probably not,

But will you be missedOOOOH YEAH! DIG IT!!!!!

Rest in Peace Macho Man Randy Savage


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This poem was inspired by Chuck Rybaks

Liketown.

4/4/2012

Like BBHCS PoemBy Ethan Harrington

Because its something on the computer.The kids are like so mad .

The teachers like try to help the kids.But the kids are so like tired of it.

Realize that the kids like have freedoms.To like have like music and work on things.

You can always do like something else.They can work on what we like projects.

As the day goes on we are all working on projects.

THE END


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The Best Thing That Has Ever Happened To MeBy: Annesa Loew

4-4-2012

When people ask you, What is the

best thing that has ever happened to

you? What would you say?

Would you say that you got an Xbox for

Christmas or that your parents won the

lottery? How about you found out you

are going to get a car for your sixteenth

birthday? Or even that you get to go ona six month cruise in the Bahamas?

What about having that one dream best

friend that everybody wants?

Not me! I wouldnt say that it is having

all the money in the world or having

all the popularity in the school, shooting

a world record buck, or being the worlds

strongest person. I would pick something

that means even more to me than my

name in a book.

Honestly, the best thing that has ever

happened to me would be my little sister

Alijah. I know that we fight - ALL THE TIME,

but she is my sister and I love her.

I dont always show it because she irritates me like

crazy. I wouldnt have somebody to tell me

I was a great sister because I let her do

something nobody else lets her do. I wouldnthave somebody to tell me, Im the younger one

and you should be the one doing this job, not me!

and I wouldnt have somebody to tell me that I am

the best thing that has ever happened to them.


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The Great White Buffalo

by: Jake Schmitz

You had it once but lost it.

The one that got away, the great white buffalo,

it haunts your dreams,

always in sight but never caught.

When you're alone it will appear,

when you close your eyes it will be there,

when its quiet you can hear its voice.

You will be torn apart by what could have been.

No matter how old you get you will remember your great white buffalo.


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The ChiffonierBy: Lee Pisa

Footsteps echoed down the cobblestone streets filling the absent space with afeeling of uncertainty building a dark sentiment within the few midnight dwellers. Little did thepeople of Yorkshire know that the footsteps heard belonged to a not so innocent individual

ambling furtively in the protective grasp of the darkness. The stranger impedes his walk in frontof an unyielding door, rummages through his trench coat pocket and pulls out a key. He creepstowards the door, looks left then right as if to check for an advancing adversary. He slips the keyinto the keyhole with little effort and turns, the door creaks open and he tentatively steps inside.The interior of the house is dark, stuffy and to the strangers surprise has a moist dirt floor. Hetakes a subtle look around and eases the door shut behind him. He is content with the silentmaneuvers he has made to escape the watchful eye of curious Yorkshire citizens. As a resulthis shoulders drop with relief, he continues with his mission. Little did he know that largertroubles lay amidst his daring and selfish quest. He finds what he is looking for, the chiffonier,located in the left corner of the room. He delicately opens it with care and it eats him alive,selfishness and all.


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This poem was inspired by Chuck Rybaks Liketown.

Txt RantBY: Mariah Lightner

I LOL as you TMIYou WTF at my LOL

Are we trying to act cool?Or are we just that lazy?

These expressions we see and hear

Everyday around the clockHave become as contagious as viruses

Dont bother trying to stop.

Wht pynt r we tryng to mkeBy tlkng lyk ths?

Brly nybdy cn ndrstnd uNd Ur grmr iz a bg mss.

Do you see where this could go wrong?

Where communication becomesNothing more

Than a bunch of confusing letter jumbles?

This is what we are facing.The new texting era,

Where I Love You becomes ILYAnd I have to go becomes g2g

If you ask me

This has gotten out of handWhat happened to TALKING?

Guess thats no longer the plan.

OMGGADSTTASBS!Oh My God! Get A Dictionary!

Stop The Texting And Start Being Serious!Ttyl

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