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-MR. CHALK BRUSH

One day a mean boy came and picked me up from the ledge where I like to sit with the other chalk brushes. ;

He took me outside and started to bang me a lot of time against the school pole. It hurt!

When we came back in- side he started rubbing me

against the blackboard. I

was all chalky. I bit him

_and he never touched me again.

Name: Tara Burkett

Age: 9

“School: Clarence

- Michiel Elementary Grade: 4

~ "CAPERS . “It’s awful being a chalk

_brush because you get beat

against your brothers and on poles and buildings.

The dust gets up my nose and in my eyes. It makes my eyes water and

my nose itchy. A-a-a-

achooo, Excuse me for sneezing.

Oh, it’s not a bad life, because you get the weekends and holidays off. You will find me at the front of the black- board on the ledge, writ- ten on my back is ‘‘Can- dy”, that is my name.

My home is in room 222 at Uplands Elementary

‘School in Terrace, B.C.

_ Name: Brandy Rafuse Age: 9 School: Uplands Elementary

Grade: 4

THE CHALK BRUSH ‘Hil’? Crissy heard as she

‘walked in. to the emply

class room.

“7m Charly Chalk- brush and here’s my friend chalk’’, said the brush on the blackboard ledge.

OH,” said chalk, ‘‘we have lots-to do in class. I'd tell you more but here

‘comes the teacher and the

rest of the class, shhhh.”’ ‘*Now class we are going

to start with math,’’ the

teacher said as she picked

Grade 4 students of the Gifted and Talented Education Program (G.A.T.E.} at Clarance Michiel Elementary School In Terrace are taking part in a creative writing session. Joanne Thompson (left, back row), Tara Burkett, Jeremy Gwilt, Jocelyn Coxford (left, front row), Brandy Rafuse and Jason Yamashita used their imagination and came up with some interesting stories, Photo by Daniele Berquist.

up a piece of chalk. She wrote some questions on the board. But the mo- ment she did, I moved up and erased them. The class started laughing. The teacher turned around. Immediately they all stop- ped. :

“You didn’ t write anything on the board,”’ a girl named Suzzy called out.

-“T did too,” the teacher -- **See!'’ She | pointed to where the ques- -

replied.

tions should have been but to her. surprise, it had disappeared: ‘‘OK,”’ she spoke in a very loud voice, frightening the entire class. ‘‘Who'’s the wise guy who’s been erasing the questions.’’ No one an- swered. ‘So you all want extra homework?’’ she questioned.

**Nlol’?. whimpered,

“Well, you’re all get- ting some, because I know

everyone

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that brush didn’t get up and erase the questions itself.’”

Ding, just then the bell

rang. “Fiouf,’’ explained the

_ Class. They all knew they

had music in the music room and it. was time to go home. So they knew she didn’t have time to give

.them more. homework.

Fiouf! No more home- work. Two minutes later the

janitor came in, She grab- .

bed me and. my friends from the ledge, Chalk

looked a little sad, so I told him I’d be right back.

She took me outside and banged me against my friend a few times, then took us back inside, put us

“His Masters Voice” 1920's dog donated by Bill and Fran Lind-

back. on the ledge. See

what I mean, we have a good time in class. ©

Name: Jocelyn Coxford

Age. 9

School: Cassie Hall

Grade: 4

A SPLIT BANANA ‘One day while. L- was happily doing what banana peels are supposed

to do (protecting bananas)

1 was picked up and

thrown into a big; yellow. -

lunchbox. I was bumped -

‘around and then I was put on a shelf that I thought, was probably in a lux-

urious office.. ‘After a while} heard a

“very loud buzzer followed

by a whole bunch of talk-

ing. The lunchbox was

strom is very popular with school children. The Lindstroms

dump wagon arid fira engine.

“hall, The - next unfortunate. ‘person to walk down the shall was the principal, Mr. _

picked up and opened. I.

was lifted: out by a boy

‘who treated me like a telephone. His finger went round and round on my

belly, then he said hello to

me feet, and stuck my head in his ear. Absolutely disgusting!

The poor banana I was”

protecting for six months

was all eaten up, and I'was -

thrown on. the floor i in the

Cherry, who didn’t notice

- me. Of course he slipped

on. me, because that’s

‘what banana peéels do

best. Unfortunately, he

-broke his glasses and Iwas . life of being bashed

split even more.

I was thrown into the. smelly garbage. can with.

Mr. Cherry’s glasses on top of me. I. was very unhappy until an orange

peel was dropped beside

me and I’ve. liked it here ever since. The end.

Name; Joanne Thompson

-. Age: 10

School: Clarence Michiel

Grade: 5 "A. man. got. out. and dumped me, along with a

’ THE TWO-DAY KNOWLEDGE ABSORBER | One day I was sitting on the chalkledge when the teacher walked in. I sat stiff and nervous, for to-

day was the’ great- math

test!

Isaw, out of the corner of my eye, that after the test, the teacher wrote down the answers on the board. —

After | school, the

teacher whispered to

herself, ‘I think I'll erase the boards now. I thought of all that knowl- edge going into MY felt! The teacher came toward

‘me and picked me up, - then rubbed miévall over It felt boa

the | chalkboard.

‘good to have “fresh chalk

on my back. *,

The next day something dreadful happened :~ mel, Someone wanted to bang © all that chalk off my back! So I had to fight my: way out of it, —

This is: how the fight

went: A boy came over and picked me up, then headed for the door. L knew what was happen- ing, so I had to give the dust away anyway. I sprayed it all over him. The boy quickly put: me back on the chalkledge. |. This wasn’t all that hap- pened. There was a science test and'I took in ail that. knowledge too. Namie: Jerem Ly. Gwilt Age: 9 School: Cassie Hall” Grade: 4

THE CHALKBRUSH CAPER

In one stage of my ~~ I was a chalk-

career, brush.

1 was born at an early age. When I was two, a

‘ strong man (human) pick-

ed me up. I felt like cheese, squeezed until the. whey ran out. I felt terri- ble, bouncing around. Finally. he stopped. -

I watched chalkbrushes going along large con- veyor belts to huge

machines. Nothing came

out of the machines but. __ . boxes, The chalkbrushes :: ~~ were yelling “help!”? : or ; “save me!’’,

Nothing came from all this yelling either.

Soon I was going

through a machine. It was

very dark.. I. thought: it

would never end. It didn’t, _ for a long time. Some days -

later, someone ‘‘bought”

-me. Then I had a...a...

well, let’s say ‘‘terrible’’

against brick -walls . and licking up chalkbits from not-so-tasty boards. |

_ One day I fell off my ledge. The watchman’s cat, a large, grey Tom-cat,

split mé into two equal

' pieces with its huge fangs. — ‘The next day, someone found me. They threw me into a garbage can. It was

very smelly. A few hours later, a large truck: came.

lot of junk, into the truck.

The engine roared and off

I went! -

Soon the truck pulled into a bumpy ‘parking. lot’?. There was a huge pile of junk lying there. The truck backed into a

‘space. The men got out | and threw. everything out

of the truck from an “‘an- dromeda galaxy” picture to dirty gum wrappers. Then the men set_ fire’ to the junk.

As the flames curled around me, I knew it was... (the end).

Name: Jason arp

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-_ Schaal: Thornhill

. Elementary

‘Grade: 4

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