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Mackenzi knew that she was in for it when she saw the gum in the piano. She also had a bad feeling that Petra would get angry at her, so she had to do something to make Petra look bad.
Petra is a very good piano player, her music sounds like birds chirping, and she’s been playing for eleven years. Petra was at church practicing classical music on the piano when Mackenzi pushed Petra off. Everyone though that Mackenzi put the gum in the piano, but it was really Petra. Petra was pretending that she knew nothing about it.
“I don’t think you are allowed to play on the church piano,’’ Mackenzi said. Then suddenly, Mackenzi's face was turning red. Mackenzi hated Petra, she thought that Petra was a terrible teenager who was selfish. “I hate you, why do you always have to think only about yourself, why can’t you think about other people?"
As a result, Mackenzi started to put gum inside the piano because she thought that Petra played horrible, like someone who digs their nails on a chalkboard. “What are you doing? I have a concert tonight. How am I going to play now?” asked Petra.
“Well you are going to have to deal with it,” Mackenzi said.
A light went on, and Petra said, “if you want to work together I can help you practice for the concert.”
“I would like to help you with the concert. Can we become friends?” Mackenzi asked.
“Yes we may,” Petra said.
They worked together to get the gum out. Mackenzie helped Petra practice for the concert and they became best friends and the concert went very well.
Kenzie is a Belmar teen who is working hard on developing her writing skills by attending Write Club and looking to teen librarians for feedback. This is her second blog submission, and this time around she wanted to explore mystery writing techniques.
*photo by Craig Clough, Rock Island, IL
Moving Away to College to Find Yourself...
As a child my family visited San Francisco, and I can’t remember anything but the Golden Gate Bridge.
It was a foggy day, a misty magical day. Nothing had ever felt so majestic, and I had never felt so sure. I willed myself to return. I listened repeatedly to the song, “I Left my Heart in San Francisco” that squeaked out of an airport snow globe grabbed at the very last minute. I hadn’t quite left my heart there, but a number of my dreams, free to roll about in those thick clouds and burn bright against the day like the red of the wires.
My heart now has a reservation. This fall I’ll be reunited with those dreams, stuffed in the dorm room of a university in the middle of San Francisco. Part of me is ecstatic—I want to scream to myself as a little girl “You did it!!! You made it back!!!” Ever since my campus visit last spring, I’ve pictured myself in a million different ways. I imagine myself running up the 142 steps to get to the hilltop campus, late to class (yes, even this is idealized in my mind). I can’t wait to sleep on the huge green lawn, awakening to foggy skies and a thousand colorful rooftops. I dream of jumping on the bus to the bay and walking slowly in the ocean-licked sand. Located in a historic hippie neighborhood of the city, my friends joke I’ll return to Colorado with waist long hair and far too many bandanas for my own good.
Memories of the city and perceptions of college have always been fantasies, and have created idealistic images of myself, usually as the hippie-adventurer-city dweller-California girl. We all picture ourselves in a different way, in the peak of all we could be in the future. But parts of my upcoming experience are as foggy as my first day on the bridge. There are neighborhoods of reasoning through which I am just now embarking. Maybe my hair will grow longer. No doubt the city will become my home and my footprints will mark the beaches. But I am also preparing to move away from the home I have always known. I must not only give attention to the hellos, but the goodbyes. Not just the beginnings, but the endings. And this is the place, after my hair growing and sleeping on lawns and excursions into my dreams, from which I will launch my life.
Middle school is middle school. High school is high school. They’re pretty much mass delivered. They are the first struggle for identity—to see how well we can fend for ourselves and grow within the confines of sticky classrooms and packed cafeterias amongst people who try to make us forget who we are. So, we emerge from both with slightly shaky legs and wide smiles and the world we have known patting us on the back. Then what? Colleges with clean classrooms and vast campuses and enough room for a million dreams to float in the air. A city of new cuisine and new mentalities that thrive. People that don’t challenge who you are, but ask who you are (and truly want to know). So what I now search for is what to tell them. More than what clothes to bring and what bedspread to choose, more so even than selecting a major and classes, I am packing in my suitcase the memories and in my heart pieces of who I am.
My advice is to remember your dreams as a child, and to believe in yourself as you did then. Find your own San Francisco, the place where the person you become will truly begin life. Find whichever bridge will get you there. Your dreams are more than a song or a snow globe. Maybe it’s already the cheesy hippie in me talking, but your heart reservation is waiting somewhere. Wish me luck in fulfilling mine.
Hannah was the first teen contributor to our Teen Page. She is an amazing library volunteer and TAB member. We wish her much happiness as she moves on to her new adventure!
In three words...Who, Are, You?
geeky, childish, and level-headed
What's awesome about the town you live in?
I really like it, especially the part of town I live in. It's not in what you might call the 'hood'.
What sucks about it?
Ugh...it's just too big, honestly, there are a lot of strangers. You can't just go out and ride your bike or something. And you always have to be watched, especially if you have my mom. (She said with a smile)
What are you obsessed with right now, why?
Minecraft, it's an awesome game. It seems pretty ridiculous, but I love it. (whispers) It's awesome, I'm obsessed with it.
What's the most ridiculous thing you can think of to say right now...now!?!
Pink Toaster Waffles!!!
Got anything to say about the library?
I really like the library. I spend a lot of time here. I like helping it improve, helping out with stuff and volunteering.
Each month we feature an awesome member of our Teen Advisory Board (TAB). You might be wondering, "What is TAB and how can I become one of these AMAZING people?!?!" TAB is a group of teens who meet monthly to discuss how the library can best serve teens, to plan events, and most importantly hang out and have a good time. Talk with the Teen Librarian at your location to get invovlved.
CALLING ALL FANGIRLS and FANBOYS!!
Lakewood Library is holding a Fandom Contest. You have the opportunity to enter stories, poetry, art, cosplay, or video that represents your fandom. What is a fandom? Anything you are obsessed with right now (think things like Harry Potter, Game of Thrones, Dr. Who, My Little Pony, and more). Entries will be judged on creativity, originality, actual relation to the original subject, craftsmanship, and quality. Entries will be posted throughout the Lakewood Library. The judging of this event will be August 4th, and the winner will receive a $50 Visa gift card! Who knows, maybe you could get more books or fandom merch with that sweet prize!
To Submit: bring entry to any of the desks at the Lakewood Library between July 20th-July 31.
And without further ado, I wish you good luck!
There is no end
To the soul within my being
To the ideas, dreams, epiphanies
That encompass my mind.
Is not a cageable force;
It runs free with the wind,
Dances with the leaves,
Refuses to be bound
Tries to make it right
Attempts to tell others
Of my values
Of my wonder
Of compassion, wisdom, and hope.
It dives off cliffs,
Swims against the tide.
If you enjoy poetry, you might try checking out Tell The World: Teen Poems from WritersCorps. This book shares the voices of teens who show the world how poetry can reflect who we are, where we are from, how we love, and why we hope.
Each month we are featuring an awesome member of our Teen Advisory Board (TAB). You might be wondering, "What is TAB and how can I become one of these AMAZING people?!?!?" TAB is a group of teens who meet monthly to discuss how the library can best serve teens, to plan events, and most importantly hang out and have a good time. Talk with the Teen Librarian at your location to get involved.
Jessica, Columbine TAB
In three words...who are you?
Reader, Student, Bibliophile
What's awesome about the town you live in?
It's got nice views...nice people.
What sucks about it?
The weather. I hate the cold and snow...so I am probably living in entirely the wrong place.
What's the weirdest thing you can think of to say right now...now?
And then she said something in a complicated sounding language that the interviewer did not understand!
What are you obsessed with and why?
Tolkien, as my previous reply states. I love everything he has written, and I know quite a few of his languages which is what I just spoke.
Do you have anything to say about the library?
I think there should be a section of dvds just for the teens, so we don't have to sift through the child and adult stuff to find what we want.
The Night Witches
A few months ago in my English class, we were discussing how individual cultures and societies change history based on their views and social structures. It made me think, what history has been "hidden" from people because of a cultures views? In addition to this thought process, I've always had a fascination with the relatively unknown facets of history (mainly women since they are so underrepresented in history). And thus, when my friend told me about the Night Witches I went and did some more research.
Now, these ladies weren’t muttering over cauldrons and turning princes into frogs. They were a group of Soviet bombers during WWII. Already a remarkable aviatrix, Marina Raskova was called upon in 1941 to organize a regiment of female pilots to run night harassment bombing missions. This regiment became the 588th regiment.
The women of the 588th regiment were a motley assortment that flew thousands of missions. They were assigned Polikarpov Po-2 wooden bi-planes that were primarily used for training. These planes could only carry two bombs and were extremely obsolete. Basically, they got the terrible planes and missions.
Many of their targets were places such as supply depots, camps, or rear bases. They never targeted civilians or cities. So, during harassment missions the Night Witches would turn off their engines and glide over the target. After they released their bombs, they would climb out onto the wings and restart the engines. The only warning the enemy had of their approach was the sound of the wind bracing wires vibrating in the wind. And by that point, it was too late. The bombs had already been dropped.
To avoid enemy airships the Night Witches flew low to the ground and developed team tactics. The planes’ outdated technology actually helped the Witches remain invisible to radar and heat seeking detection. The canvas of the Po-2 was unreflective thus radar didn’t work and the small engines gave off very little heat causing heat seeking to be useless. But the Night Witches were not undetetcable.
Their planes could be tracked and located with search lights. These search lights and guns surrounding the search lights caused many problems for the women. As such, they developed a strategy for the search lights. Usually, pilots flew in pairs and search lights came in pairs. Since the Po-2s had a low top speed, they were often gunned down when within the range of the search lights. The Night Witches ended up flying in threes. Two of the Witches would fly into the beams of the search lights and distract the operators while the third would fly between the search lights and drop her bombs. She would then switch with one of the other pilots and the other pilot proceeded to drop her bombs. It continued like this until all three had dropped their bombs.
These women were such remarkable pilots that German pilots would be awarded an Iron Cross for bringing down one of the Night Witches’ planes.
If you are like Kethry and enjoy exploring history you might like to check out Bomb: The Race to Build--and Steal--The World's Most Dangerous Weapon by Steve Sheinkin, or Women in War by Ann Kramer.
Each month we are featuring an awesome member of our Teen Advisory Board (TAB). You might be wondering, "What is TAB and how can I become one of these amazing people?!?!" TAB is a group of teens who meet monthly to discuss how the library can best serve teens, to plan events, and most importantly hang out and have a good time. Talk with the teen librarian at your location to get involved.
Ivy, Evergreen TAB
Three words…who are you?
Funny, Smart, Shy
What do you feel is awesome about the town you live in?
It's a really close community. We have an art gallery, post office, and restaurant we can walk to. We live next to a summer camp, Geneva Glen. I've walked through it before, but I have never attended. I would would like to go to camp there someday.
What sucks about it?
I don't live close to any of my friends. They all live in Littleton.
What’s the weirdest thing you could think of to say right now…now?
I like walruses.
What are you obsessed with…why?
The Hunger Games because I think it is a really cool book. I like the storyline and that the main character is a girl. Divergent comes in second.
Got anything to say about the library?
ummm...I like coming here for books and I can normally find new ones...there is always something new here I haven't read yet.
This is the first in a series of entries that Kethry is creating about her high school band and the secret complex world that lies beneath the surface. In case you are wondering, Kethry rocks the trombone in the Jazz Band.
Band: an Insider's Perspective
PART 1: Social Structure
You know the kid who is super weird, has no concept of personal space, and always talks about band and nothing else? Yeah, that would be the band kid. They tend to baffle everyone and it's almost like they are another species. Look no further for a glimpse into the world of these mysterious creatures! A member of this alien species has come to enlighten you.
Band could be described as a different culture and as such it has its own rules, customs and social structure. From the outside band appears to be one big family, but social separations do exist. They can often be seen between sections. For example, the flute players stay with the flute players, the percussionists stay with the percussionists.
The Band Director
On the top of the social hierarchy is the band director. Within the band, the director has almost absolute power. They pick what music is being played, who sits where, who plays what part, and how the music is to be played. Essentially, the director is akin to a deity that controls many of the aspects of band life. The band director commands great respect and a healthy amount of fear. Unlike a deity, most band kids consider the band director a parental figure, or even a friend.
The Director's Assistant
Below the band director are the director's assistants. They are responsible for making sure sections do what they should be doing, preventing mutinies, keeping the band on task, helping to teach, and a variety of other tasks assigned by the band director. These, so to speak, "generals" are feared by band members. After all, the band director may like you, but if one of the generals tells him you aren't behaving properly, then the band director will be forced to act. Sometimes certain sections fear the generals if they are not of their section. At my school, the brass players (the shiny goldish colored instruments) fear the general of the woodwinds (saxes, flutes, clarinets, etc) because she is an entirely unknown entity to us, and thus is to be feared. To the woodwinds she is only mildly frightening and actually very pleasant.
Third down on the hierarchy are the section leaders. These people are students that play quite well (often the best of their section) and have the distinguished task of leading their sections. Section leaders are required to lead sectionals (a time when the section practices and works on difficult pieces of their music together), keep the section in line, and work to have the best sounding section ever. Section leaders could be considered the loving older siblings of the section or sometimes the dictator. Often, they are respected, but not as much as the band director. Being a section leader is like being the alpha in a wolf pack; people are out for your position (don't worry they won't kill you for it).
Second to the bottom of the hierarchy is where everyone else is (with the exception of freshmen). This social level is where you have the cliques, AKA sections. Each section thinks they are better than all the other sections. In reality, all the sections are relatively equal. Even though the band director says otherwise, he or she has their favorite and least favorite section. You can tell which section is the director's favorite because he or she takes almost all opportunities to compliment the favorite section. The least favorite section often receives most of the director's wrath and gets yelled at a fair amount. The most liked section is slightly elevated in social standing, while the least liked section is slightly lower in social standing.
The Freshmen (and others at the bottom)
On the bottom are the freshmen and kids that have somehow managed to make the band director angry. Freshmen are assigned this ranking because no one in the band knows them and thus people aren't sure if they like them. Freshmen are also considered annoying and immature. So, until they overcome their freshmen traits, gain acceptance from the band, or become a sophomore they remain at the bottom of the totem pole. The others occupying this level are the kids that have made the director angry. Mostly, it is through repeatedly angering the director that causes them to be "demoted". In order to escape from this level they must please the band director, fly under the radar as often as possible, or quit the band (there are more options than just the ones listed). Admittedly, quitting band is an extreme measure and only to be used when all other options have failed.
And that concludes the tour of the band's social structure. Next time we will discuss relationships in and outside the band...as well as dating.
Photo by David R. Tribble (2013).