The Blue Team: A Narrative Fiction

Josie, Jessica, and I were all at on our way to the homecoming game to watch the freshmen, and then varsity, play. We all bought our tickets and made our way into the game. We watched all of the freshmen game. We stayed until half time of the varsity game because we wanted to go to Taco Bell with Camie and Blaise. As we were making our way to the parking lot to get into Josie’s truck, I saw Ashley walking towards the bleachers, coming back from band.

When I was little, before I even started kindergarten, I loved to play “school”. I would gather all the neighborhood kids and I would

A school day went like this, we’d go to breakfast and wait in the line scoping out the cafeteria to see who we’d be in class with and who we’d get in trouble with. Then there comes first period with Mrs. collins, she teaches social studies and her class was pretty boring. I’d take notes each day and secretly laugh at my friends as they’d try to doze off, constantly looking at the clock knowing that in an hour I’d be in my “fun” class where I could relax. So it's time for next period and this was science class taught by the coach of all boy sports so we didn’t do much. We opened a book on our desk to whatever page he had written on the board, and the rule was: whenever someone comes to the door act like you’re working. Now, don’t get me wrong occasionally we would do assignments and take a quiz or two, but we had it pretty easy, except for the days after the games and the boys did bad. A victory meant we would watch a movie and a defeat meant we’d have to read the chapter, answer the questions at the end, and turn our work

I remember they had recently built a pond for the students and we were the first class to get to learn about it and put tadpoles in the pond. We got to check up on it every week and feed the tadpoles we got to watch them grow to become frogs. We did the same thing with butterflies. There was a big playground so we had plenty of room to run around and play.

We were heading back from our field trip up in Golden. We got back to school and the teacher said we could go outside for recess until the end of the day. We headed outside in the nice, hot, but dry air. Artie, Spencer,(Two of my friends) and I were playing around in the field. We were chasing each other.

It all started on one cold, exotic, saturday night. She had gone with her friends to a rodeo in the quiet town of Eureka. She had gotten VIP seats because it was her friend Eve’s birthday, and Eve had to help sing the national anthem. She watched as Eve sang beautifully, and held her part like she had never had a problem. Afterwards, Eve came back and sat by Alaina and the rest of the girls, which consisted of Morgan and Sam. They had just started talking

“Maybe they haven't reached this part of the river yet.” My brother Ed said. I looked at both at them in confusion. I enjoyed the view. The sun was in the middle of the sky so I guessed it was midday. There was a huge mountain on our left side, and on our right it was a

I went to the PTA/Carnival meeting at Johnson Street. We began our night in the gym and we had a PTA meeting. The principal had a power point presentation about what the school is going to do this year. They had goals pointed out for the students. Also during this PTA meeting the principal gave out an award for the best teacher of the month. I thought that was a brilliant idea, because now the teachers have something to strive for. After we had the PTA meeting in the gym then all of the parents and children were split up into grades. They had a parent room and then a room for the children. I didn’t go into the parent room but I was in the kid room. We just drew a Lima bean monster. I really didn’t think that was a lot of fun for the children

That year was the most fun I’ve had since fourth grade. Sadly, that all came to an end when Mr.Ferguson told us he wasn’t going to be there the next year when we were going to be in sixth grade. We all were devastated. All the girls started sodding our hearts out. I know we all be together always because my friends are my family and i will cherish them

Blue Team slowly proceeded towards the epicenter of the radiation spike. Sam had taken point, John was taking up the rear and I was in the middle collecting any tactical data I could. I had even noticed when we had reached the final pressure door. They were immense, and the size of the ship helped. The roof was three meters high, it made us feel small even though we were far from the shortest people alive. The air was thick and oily, I could taste it even through my suits air filters. The walls were a metallic purple that expanded towards the middle. I walked towards the control panel, glowing a luminous purple that matched the walls and ceiling. It was adorned with bright runic symbols, they looked like they were some form of hieroglyphics.

“Screech”! went the bus as it came to a stop, we were finally here. We had just pulled up to MOSS, I was so excited. We were going to be staying at McCall Outdoor Science School (MOSS) from Tuesday afternoon till Friday morning. At MOSS I learned a lot, had lots of fun with the people in and out of my cabin, and making a project with my group.

When we reminisce over our childhood afternoons spent in school, they usually include fond memories immersed in boundless creativity and new learning experiences.

We huddled in a corner of the giant place with the other teachers. Many were mumbling about resources and safety. Others looked like they didn’t want to be here anymore. I couldn’t blame them.

There is lot’s to be seen in photographs and lots to be said as well. The case in the NYT about Glen Ligon and his curated show Blue Black starts of with a thought provoking sentence, “Colour is beautiful.” For me, this sentence is true but it’s only one side of the story. Yes, colour is beautiful, but it can lead to some really ugly things especially when it’s the colour of someone’s skin. The pieces covered in this article individually and as a group paint a beautiful but jarring image of what being black in America means.

Today I went to Sunrise Elementary to observe Ms. Thune’s first grade classroom. The teacher was extremely friendly and has only been teaching for three years. Right away we headed to recess to pick up the students who were patiently waiting in line. It was a class size of twenty first graders and I quickly realized the teacher was super personable! I was surprised right away because the students did not go to their desks, instead they headed towards the big mat on the floor in front of the promethean board. I thought that was a good idea because each child had a lily pad they sat on that was a part of the mat which helped them decipher their space. The whole room was themed around frogs and leaping to learn. When I walked into the room I