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EDUCATION NOTES:
In their own words. . .
BETTY SMITH

The sixth grade reading curriculum is very diverse. Included in our studies are short stories, novels, biographies, drama, myths, legends and poetry. The hope is that by exposing the students to so many different things, the ones who enjoy reading will continue to do so, and that, perhaps, the ones who don't will stumble onto something that interests them. Sixth graders, like adults, have a variety of interests.

One thing I have found that does seem to interest all sixth graders is humor. If it is comical, they tend to enjoy it. Because of this, the students usually get a real kick out of the limerick section of our poetry unit. Each year I let them try their hand at writing limericks. This year's class wrote some exceptionally good ones.

Members of the sixth grade class wrote the following limericks.
  There once was a bug named
Mouse.
  He lived in a giant house.
  He was sitting on a mat
  When suddenly came a cat
  And that was the end of Mouse.
            By Josh Zaneis-McNatt
              and Thomas Forsberg
  I really like chocolate milk.
  It is a lot smoother than silk.
  With a big tall glass,
  I slipped on the grass
  And spilled my chocolate milk.
            By Austin Henderson
  I met a potato named Drew
  The nicest spud I knew
  A man named Dot
  Put him in a pot
  And now his name is Stew.
            By Chris Lancaster
  Hi, my name is Nickie
  I think of myself as tricky
  I slapped a boy
  Then took his toy
  Now he thinks I'm icky
            By Nickie Samudio
  There was a boy named Bond.
  He jumped into a pond.
  He found a shoe
  Shined it new
  And he never got out of the pond.
            By Andrew Hardegree
  There once was a fellow named
Jake,
  Who decided one day to bake.
  Oh, the turnout was sad,
  Cause his baking was bad,
  But what fun he had with that
cake.
            By Megan Forrest
  There once was a boy named
Austin
  Who was born and raised in Boston.
  His shoes he tore
  So he went to the store

  But didn't have
the money they
cost'm.
            By David
    Steinmeyer
            and Gabriel
      Guerrero
  There once was
a boy named Stephen.

  He was kinda nice and very
achieven.
  He was then called a jerk.
  He cheated on his work
  So everyone wanted to get even.
            By Stephen Crawford
  A man named Brian went on a
trip
  To the lake to take a dip.
  Once he got cold,
  Then he was told
  By his mother to take a warm sip.
            By Maddison Shannon
  There once was a guy named
Todd
  Who went out back to fetch his
rod
  He made a mistake

  And fell in a lake
  And that was the end of Todd.
            By Jocelyn Flood
  There once was a poor man named
Kash
  Who found something in the
trash
  It was a lot of money
  Now they call him honey
  The one with all the cash
            By Kash Ousley
  There was a boy named Chase
  He was fast and won a race
  He legs were fast
  He never finished last
  Until he fell on his face
            By Chase Gustafson
  I once climbed a grand mountain
  I was in search of a magical fountain
  I reached the top
  But spilled every drop
  On my painful way down the
mountain
            By John Amundsen
  Betty Smith is the reading treacher
    at Brundrett Middle School.


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