Wayne County Public Schools Wayne Collection 2017-2018 Cover Art Tim Kornegay Southern Wayne High School Grade Twelve Principal Kevin Smith Art Teacher Stephen Sullivan A Special Thank You to all the Faculty & Staff for their assistance and supposrt in bringing the Wayne Collection together. Forward Being creative is difficult, often terrifying, lonely work. The best writers and artists must dig deep within themselves in order to create the art that they later share with others. And then, in the sharing, the artist must stand unmasked, alone, and vulnerable while an audience of strangers critiques their work. In many ways, there may be no occupation that requires more bravery than that of the artist. The work you are about to read and view represents the brave and creative efforts of Wayne County Public Schools’ students from every grade level. It is broad in scope and covers a range of topics. Imagination runs wild here, in brilliant thoughts and ideas, colors and images. I hope you will enjoy your journey through the 2018 Wayne Collection. As you browse, please take an extra moment to appreciate not just the talent represented on these pages, but the pure-hearted courage as well. Tamara Berman Ishee Assistant Superintendent for Curriculum & Instruction Wayne County Public Schools B M S Yeniffer Gomez Grade Five Marin Lopez Perez Grade Five Nathaly Reyes Grade Five My Words…. My words are high in the sky over the clouds over the moon and never stop flying. Happening everyday helping others keep their wings up and never give up even if Their wings are tired, that just means that you can go even higher. I’m over the world soaring high in the sky like an eagle. My words are caring, inspiring more Like the sun shining high and bright warming people giving them light to see, being happy And bright. Sometimes my words are sad, and worrying more like the moon. When the happy Sun goes down, the sad moon comes up making it dark so you can’t see the path where to fly, But still I’m not giving up even if the sun never shines I will find my way through the dark with my words. My words are like a rocket zooming through the sky, rushing to help others that are in need, Calling for help with their words, I put my wings down and just let myself fall but that when I’m almost to the ground I use my words to help me land. My words are cute and cuddly like a cute little teddy bear that your holding at night Dreaming about unicorns at sight, my words are just like that. There also like really Sweet candy that you just ate and you also drank soda and then you get really hyperactive, But then you find out that you have to go to bed but you can’t go to sleep And you feel like you are so excited that you just have to get it out of your system. Sometimes my words are like a diamond shining in the moonlight, and sometimes my words are like paper being torn and dissolved. Sometimes I feel like my words can make my mouth move faster than my brain can even think. The sight that I see goes through my eyes to my brain which makes me think the words that I’m going to say, and ZOOM, they just fly right out. Sometimes my words are funny, sometimes they are sweet, and sometimes they are sad and Disappointing. My words are emotional. My words come back to get me when I say the wrong thing, just like when you throw a boomerang. My words are like a puzzle being put together in the shape of a heart and each piece that I put Together is each word that I say. My words soar high in the sky, over the clouds over the moon and never stop flying. Happening everyday helping others keep their wings up and never give up, even if their wings are tired, That just means you can go even higher. Madison Lynn Brown 5th Grade Brogden Middle School Emily Garcia Grade Six Akira Litaker Grade Six Johan Rodriguez Grade Six Spring's Beauty The smell of Flowers, smell just like showers. The wind comes here, to whisper in my ear. The beautiful butterflies, play with dragonflies. In the lake frogs bring music to all. The bees collect honey, the children think it’s funny. Here comes spring, joy and happiness it will bring. Ashley Ramirez 6th Grade Brogden Middle School Dakota Allen Grade Seven Dakota Allen Grade Seven Franco Diaz Perez Grade Seven Branches The decisions I’ve made affect my life significantly. Life is like a very large tree, its branches eventually split into smaller ones. Each branch symbolizes our life, each split in the branch symbolizes a decision we will have to face. Both smaller branches are the possible choices that we will choose. When will I come upon the day when my choice will be the end of me? All sides scream take what you want, you’re above everyone else! Be humble, live well. No one cares about you, you’re invisible. Act out, they’ll notice you then. It’s burned into my mind, it helps me to live my life to its fullest potential. Even when I make mistakes, it consoles me, it’s okay, no one is perfect. The other voices are drowned out never to be heard again. The branches I’ve chosen have affected my life significantly. My tree thrives, grows, and is unique and one of a kind. What branch have you chosen? Dakoda Allen 7th Grade Brogden Middle School Numb Aesthetic nights, nostalgic lights My life is full of anxiety So why pray, if there is no reason of doubt All I hear from my family that it’s the answer But it can’t be if my soul is weaker Some nights I just think long and patiently Is there really an answer If there was I would have taken it Because the depression is coming Sooner or later to hit harder Until it comes I’ll be waiting Listening to the depths of my soul Screaming in the insides, seeking for help I break down to my knees And watch the tear make spots on my jeans Depression why are you here This esperience why do I fear Numb I am vanishing slowly The pain has finally left entirely Aesthetic nights nostalgic lights Savannah Evans 7th Grade Brogden Middle School Eva Aguilar Grade Eight Kayka Downing Grade Eight Angela Jones Grade Eight Creation Pick it up, the pencil. Make something, anything. Think of it, now. Write it down, read it aloud. Create it. Have a plan, follow through. Choose your medium, decide. Time waits for no man, hurry. Sketch it, that plan. Create it. Line it, finish what you’ve started. Erase it, the mistake. Fill in the void of emptiness, the colors. Give it a soul, your time. Created. Fyah Gladden 8th Grade Brogden Middle School “Characteristics of Champion” What is a Champion? A champion is somebody who tries their best to win something like a trophy, prizes and other things. A Champion never gives up, even if it might seem hard, they try their best to achieve their goal. One thing you need to be a Champion is to believe in yourself, it doesn’t matter if people say you can’t, if you believe you can do it the, you can do it. There are many characteristics you might need to be a Champion. Another Characteristic is to never give up. You can never give up you have to believe in yourself that you will achieve your goal and never give up, even if it might seem hard. You have to keep on going, you don’t stop, you have courage and faith in yourself that you are going to achieve that goal. To be a Champion you need these Characteristics, never give up even if it may look hard. Believe in yourself even if people might say you can’t have faith and courage to achieve your goal. Be yourself and try your best and you can be a Champion. Linzy Yamileth De Jesus Merida 8th Grade Brogden Middle School The Abnormal Boy As the boy walks through the crowed halls, other high school teenagers stare at the boy, wondering his purpose. Can you direct me to the office, ”I’m new here”, the boy asked the teenagers leaning against the lockers. The kids walked away like they heard nothing. The boy is confused, but doesn’t worry too much about it. “Ring” As the period bell rings for lunch he walks into a random teacher’s class. “Excuse me Mrs. Walker, Can you direct me to the office please if you don’t mind?” “What is your name, son?” “Alexander Watson, Ma’am.” “I’m new here”, Alexander said. Mrs. Walker directs him to the office. After he gets situated he makes his way to his new classroom. “Knock Knock Knock.” A student answers the door. “Hello sir, my name is Alexander Watson and I’m in your class.” Boys in the back of the class start to chuckle. Alexander pays no attention to the boy’s foolishness. “Ah Alexander, that’s a nice name young man.” “Thank you sir, my grandfather gave me the name.” All of the kids start to laugh and Alexander starts to get annoyed. “Enough children, Alexander go sit by Nancy.” Alexander sits down viciously.