In Mrs. Siciliano’s 7th+8th grade class, we looked at “Sorrow Is Not My Name” by Ross Gay. Through the exploration of similes and metaphors, we learned about holding the complexity of things being both good and bad, all at once.
Mrs. Siciliano’s 7th+8th grade
Jasper Q.
I Remember
I remember my grandma’s house
being so near to my house.
I remember running around the whole school with my friends
having so much fun.
I remember me and my family being together every holiday,
so happy and full of life.
I remember calling my friends everyday while laying on my
bed so lazy. I’m like a memory
box, I capture every moment and keep
it inside forever. It was like heaven.
Valeria V.
The Shadow of Joy
Sometimes there are good and bad days,
I’m normally serious but I’m the joy itself
when my family and friend Liam are there with me.
My house is a pretty joyful place,
but can be like a battlefield and
school, it’s the opposite of that especially
Tuesdays
In my family, we use our cell phones
a lot but hone we use them everything
ends up on a fight, especially when
I want to go out and my dad does not
want me to go out with certain clothes.
Life can be a shadow sometimes
but there’s always a light of joy
at the end of the tunnel.
Zam P.
As happy as a rainy cloud
I’m grateful for many things
My family, friends, home, food
I couldn’t live without them
I’d be lonely without anyone
no one to talk to or communicate with
I’m grateful for everything
I have in life
I truly am
despite my expression seeming that
I’m not
I am
I love everything life has given me
but my face and emotions just can’t
express that
I wish I could
but I just don’t know how
I seem like a depressed person
yet, I’m not.
I don’t feel it on the outside
but on the inside I do.
Jhimy N.
Family and Chicken Lover
I am grateful for
chicken and my
family, chicken and basketball
and football make me
happy and joyful like
when a baby gets
food. I love my house
and KFC and Popeyes.
Martiza A.
Lo que consideto bueno
aveces la vida no es de color pero otras veces si pero
apesar de eso yo considero valorar los buenos y molos momentos.
Recuerdo cuando pasaba mas tiempo con mi mama.
cuando todo era mas facil y divertido para mi y omo esos
bueno recuerdos. Todo era como los atardeseres de
colores, el buen olor de las flores. Simplemente lo amo y
lo amare sin importar el tiempo y la edad.
