Study Hall Haiku

Assignment from SH Proctor:

-Write a haiku about your math class (a haiku is a 3 line poem)

-First Line: 5 syllables

-Second Line: 7 syllables

-Third Line: 5 syllables


silence in a square

what do penguins dream about

a study hall thought


Branden’s Poem

math sucks, we know that

1 plus 1 equals two, fact

I think I’ll just go–


Happy Monday Everyone!

A Learned Superpower by Becky McDonogh

We forget how many times each day we need to read — even a simple sign, tag, or logo. Imagine being an adult and unable to order dinner off a menu. People often forget how difficult or easy it was to learn to read, but I remember. For me reading seemed like a superpower that I couldn’t achieve.  Reading never came easy to me, but through hard work I was able to overcome my challenges and become a great reader.

Not being able to read at eight years old was quite difficult, and I often felt isolated from the rest of the world. Reading was a skill that I didn’t have. From my point of view, everyone was growing up and I was being left behind. In addition to feeling isolated, I was often frustrated with myself, because I couldn’t do the things I wanted or needed to do. I had difficulty with my spelling homework because I didn’t know how to sound out the letters. Finally, I embarrassed myself by not being able to read. As a result, I kept it as a shameful secret. One of my many ways of keeping this concealed was to look at the pictures in a book and try to make up a story that matched them. Finally people started to notice I needed help with my reading.

In the middle of my 3rd grade year my mother hired a tutor for me. Her name was Lisa Mackey, and she looked like an electric cross between hippie and rocker style. When we knocked, Lisa flung open the door and I was greeted by a woman with wild blonde hair the color of light sunflower petals styled like a lion’s mane. She had aqua blue eyes and was dressed in bright colors. Her house was bright and warm with perfectly placed knickknacks everywhere and smelled of soft, earthy incense. It felt safe. I was excited because I was about to learn my superpower. It took me nine whole months to really learn how to read. We used flashcards, picture diagrams, and word recognition exercises. During the school year I saw her three times a week, but during the summer I saw her every day.

Finally after nine months of hard work, I was able to read. The first line I read was, “ Bob sat on the sled.” When I told my mother that I was able to read, she was overcome by tears of joy and relief. I remember her smile; it was full of pride. Those nine months were grueling, but the hard work made me a great, and sometimes even avid, reader.  Right then and there I realized that I had just learned a superpower.

Reading was always a challenge for me but with the help of a tutor I was able to become a great reader. Those nine months that it took me to become a good reader involved practicing everyday. Every minute that I practiced and challenged myself, made me become a better reader and person. I now know what a true challenge is, even if it seems inconsequential to others. This experience taught me to persist in order to overcome any trial that I am faced with. When I wanted to give up while playing water polo, I remembered that, like with reading, you have to persevere to become good at anything. I learned empathy for people with learning disabilities, because I have them. The challenges that you face now can only make you better when you are older. Remember that something you think is insignificant is actually a hidden superpower to others.


(Becky M. submitted this piece to EdRev 2018 and was awarded the 2nd prize for her work. Congrats Becky!)

The Blood of Ziquar: a novel by Tilden student Esme Cammarata


Esme Cammarata, a middle school student at Tilden’s Albany campus, has written a novel, The Blood of Ziquar. The teaser is sure to excite the curiosity of any fan of fantastic tales:

Long ago, a man named Ziquar brought magic into the world. He gifted his six children with shards of a gem, that, when united, would bring its wielder unspeakable power. Two people are on a quest for this gem. One–a madman, a murderer. The other, a young boy, by the name of Evan. In a world where magic is just as real as the dangers, who will live? And whose blood will be spilled?

The novel is available in paperback and for Kindle at Esme’s website and

The Top Ten Best Zelda Bosses

By Gabriel Valladares, grade 7
Tilden Preparatory School – Walnut Creek

The Legend of Zelda is a great franchise. And there’s nothing better than taking on cool, clever, or just straight up powerful bosses. So here I’m going to be counting down my personal top ten Zelda bosses.

10. The Helmasaur King


It’s no surprise that A Link To The Past liked big bosses. But the greatest is definitely The Helmasaur King. I mean, dude’s almost as big as the room you fight him in. Imagine a giant horned lizard with Ridley’s tail and an iron mask, and you pretty much got the same thing. Sort of. Smashing his one defence to bits and piercing his skull with arrows can only be made more satisfying by one thing. Watching him explode to bits from the tail up. A Link To The Past, you don’t disappoint.

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Declaration: a Poem


A poem by Laurel Nelson
10th grade student at Tilden – Albany

This is my declaration
Not of independence,
But dependence
I depend on you
And you on me
And everyone on each other
And you can’t change that with words
Or deeds
You have touched every other person’s hand at least once
No matter how far apart
No matter the intermediaries
And you have returned that back
And no one will ever know

No one will ever know
How much we depend on one another
So I declare to the world:
Every problem is everyone’s problem
Yours are mine
And mine are yours
I cannot speak for everyone else
Truth being variable, and perspective dangerous
But we all know one thing about ourselves for which we would be persecuted
One thing we hide, consciously or unconsciously
Or one thing we cannot hide
Something inside the mind, denied but impossible to suppress
Or something on the surface, a badge of pride or shame
(Or, not xor)
That is dangerous in the wearing whichever way you wear it
Neither is a person’s sole defining factor
Neither is the thing about a person they may consider most important
But somehow, that is the only thing others see.

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