Welcome to the Grade 5 Gazette. Students worked really hard to put this issue together for you. If anything does not work for you, please email the editor at: eclapp@berlinschools.org
New Computers
by Ashley
An Iditarod Diary
By Stephanie
Close your eyes and imagine swift, gentle snow shining in the sun’s rays all around you. The rhythm of the Siberian Huskies, dances through your heart and into your soul as they pull you and your sled. The excitement and views on the Iditarod trail are just what you’ve been hoping for. The air is crisp and you hear the dogs softly panting. Mist coming out of their mouths as you yell “Mush!”(= go or straight forward). The sky darkens and you know its time to feed the dogs and yourself. The dogs need to be checked. After, you know that you only sleep a few hours, but that’s enough as you drift away into sleep. Your first sleep on the Iditarod trail.
Our Song by Taylor Swift
I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car
he's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel
the other on my heart
i look around, turn the radio down
he says baby is something wrong?
i say nothing i was just thinking how we don't have a song
and he says...
CHORUS
our song is the slamming screen door,
sneakin' out late, tapping on your window
when you're on the phone and you talk real slow
cause it's late and your mama don't know
our song is the way you laugh
the first date "man, i didn't kiss her, but i should have"
and when i got home...before i said amen
asking god if he could play it again
i was walking up the front porch steps after everything the day
had gone all wrong or been trampled on
and lost and thrown away
got to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin' bed
i almost didn't notice all the roses
and the note that said...
REPEAT CHORUS
I've heard every album, listened to the radio
waited for something to come along
that was as good as our song....
cause our song is the slamming screen door
sneaking out late, tapping on his window
when we're on the phone and he talks real slow
cause it's late and his mama don't know
our song is the way he laughs
the first date "man, i didn't kiss him, and i could have"
and when i got home, before i said amen
asking god if he could play it again
i was riding shotgun with my hair undone
in the front seat of his car
i grabbed a pen and an old napkin
and i...wrote down our song
