My Dreams by Venec Miller 6th grade

7 12 2011

The harsh glare of the lights, shining down from the ceiling, the burst of adrenaline as the boy runs down court, victorious in his triumph.

Now, that same boy sends the ball flying toward the basket, only now, he is no boy, he is a man, a man with a purpose, a dream.

………A different boy stays up late:studying.

……….He wishes to change the world.

………Time flies as though a raptor, cutting though the air.

…He is now, too, a man, and thousands of hours later, he begins forming the cure to cancer.

Yet someone else inhabits this world.

He reads books to study for his purpose.

He plays his father.

And yet, he knows this is not enough.

Years later, the boy has the opportunity to say two words.

Two small words that can charge someones life.

He says them: Check Mate.

The basketball player,

……………….. the scholar,

…………………………..the chess master,

…………………………………they all had practice,

………………………………………..they all persisted,

………………………………………………they all had a purpose.

 

They all had a dream.





My Dreams by Kade Aldrich 5th grade

7 12 2011

Some children long for peace in the world yet never strive for goals.

Those children wait in a world of impenetrable darkness,

waiting for fortune to smile upon their lonely countenances

like the sun shines upon a valley.

I will strive to be a creative engineer yet also a strict college professor,

I will strive to be a serious scholar yet also a flexible composer.

No matter the job, no matter the art, the outcome will show that I put inexorable

time and labor in completing the task.

Some children long for peace in the world yet never strive for goals.

The will have no ‘life’ in their lives for the joy lies within the journey.

What is the point of waiting?

Waiting is no excuse for not doing your chores or attempting your best work.

Smile upon life, and fortune will smile upon you.