The 1st grade team–Ms. Foley, Ms. Adams, Ms. Monteleone, Ms. Wyckoff, Ms. Chin, and Ms. Soe–had every one of our students, all wearing awesome pjs, making awesome gingerbread cookies as we count down to the holidays. We’re not sure how close this is to the world record for number of gingerbread cookies made by 1st grade students wearing pajamas in a cafeteria, but I’m sure we’re pretty close to the top. No matter what, 102 cookies equal at least 102 smiles, and that’s good enough for us. Thank you, first grade!
Eagles Basketball Home Games:
Date: Opponent: Time: Date:
1/6/17 IS 73Q (Varsity) 4:00PM 1/13/17 All Day *Scheduled by PA
1/13/17 304Q CS (Girls) 4:00PM
1/20/17 IS 61Q (JV) 4:00PM
1/23/17 IS 230Q (Girls) 4:15PM
1/30/17 185? (JV) 4:15PM
2/3/17 IS 61Q (Varsity) 4:00PM
2/6/17 192? (JV) 4:15PM
2/10/17 705K CS (Girls) 4:00PM
2/13/17 311K (Varsity) 4:15PM
Principal Ko here.
It’s been grand, class of 2016. You all turned out to be everything I had hoped for and then some. You will always be my first graduation class, my first love, and there will always be a special place for you in my heart. Here’s the graduation song I wrote you for graduation, now finally recorded on a minutes notice by the fearless talents of class 411–Jean Michael Suarez, Gabriel Rueda, Rafael Cruz, Tanjim Islam, Daniela Hernandez, and Tracy Zhuo.
It’s all really just a whole lot of words and beating around the bush to say, “I think you’re really cool and I love you.”
Go far, and come back.
↑ CLICK PLAY.
Wish You Well
Walking down on Van Horn, feeling like a newborn
Thinking what might, whether wrong or right
Where you pick your own route on the street, on the street
No more chance to stall, in the driver’s seat
And then you smile that grin, when you try to pretend
Teenage mask for your fears–that phantom confidence
You don’t know what but you just know when
Exhale those stale breaths, the heir of your air
You wanna run today, run today, just get on with your life where you choose your fate
And do what you want it’s always either fight or flight
Strip your heart bare, what feels right–is your light
Don’t get caught in your room, a digital shell, fighting all alone, with yourself, with yourself
Find out what’s real like a coin that’s been tossed
And we wish you well, we wish you well, and it’s easy to tell, and it’s easy to tell
As you’re tossed in the air and you fell and you fell
And from our hearts we wager and all our hopes propel
We know you’re all a wish that just turned out well
So you stand on the corner, stomach full of pits
And you think to yourself,
“This is it, is this it?
This is all that I have, I am what I am
No fraud no refund, my case is ripped open”
You toss yourself in the air and we tell as you fell
“Hope is your only consent, listen well, listen well”
Like those soft little secrets, that you tell, that you tell
To yourself when you think no one’s listening too well
Don’t want to fit in and let your wishes begin
No one else can revoke, licensed to believe again
Furrow your brows, there’s a world to beat, open those ears to that noise–heart’s hopeful beats
Go sprint so far and wide, you’ll scream, you’ll cry, “love never dies” was never quite a lie
But you were always a mess, you were always a goof, yeah, it’s always the truth
But it’s all 1-0-2: It was true from the first to the last words that you said
And you emerged from the dark, a beam above our heads
You said, “I haven’t forgotten any words that you said, I will do what is right
and this is a promise I’ll always keep and the world I’ll make better
So don’t toss in your sleep, I take your hope’s Ashey
Burning glow into the ground where we fell”
(Adapted from Wishing Well, The Airborne Toxic Event)
Thanks to the peerless creative talents of Ms. Zecca, we are able to relive the 9 years of growth and amazing memories of our 2016 graduates in a touching 14-minute presentations. Happy summer and we’ll miss our seniors dearly.
Click play below (and have those tissues ready).
[vimeo width=”600″ height=”342″]https://vimeo.com/172500853[/vimeo]