Saturday, November 13, 2010
ok, maybe not my best
I should have known it was all over, set in stone --the France thing, and my amazing writing talent+style --ha! demonstrated by this eloquent and classy image, drawn out with the subtle rhyming elements of the words ‘France’ ‘pants’ and ‘dance’-- when at age 9, I wrote this poem:
There was a young girl of France
and all she would do is to
dance, she got her best pants
and was ready to dance
and she danced
and she danced and she danced.
It’s strangely prophetic.
In fact many of you will be forever convinced that that's all I did during my five-year stint in Paris, shopping and dancing.. (in my best pants bien sur)
And yes, in my best moments, I did do my fair share of both.
...and she danced and she danced.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
dark 'n stormy
at the newspaper meeting last friday (before halloween), dressed in costumes, the kids and i used our stormy creativity on the old
"it was a dark and stormy night..." line--
taking it places it had never been...
"DO something with it," i told them, "like, something, different, from a noise scratching at the window..." i knew they were capable
(and frankly, they knew it too.)
later, tucked in the stack of pages to photocopy i found this one written by my dearest abby, and standing there in the bright and empty copy room... i read for the first time, exactly what i'd been expecting them to write, (but at the same time never knowing what i'd expect to find...) and all at once finding myself overwhelmed and so so so proud and pleased and in love with this:
abby's dark 'n stormy adaptation.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
are you kidding me?
and say to u
"school is here
wake up"
by (abby)
or as Shakespeare wrote....
"summer's lease hath all too short a date"
(huh? oh you get it, come on he wrote in English,
it means SUMMER IS TOO SHORT!!! and you definitely get that!)
Saturday, August 14, 2010
moving for words
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
summer reading
[not-so cringe worthy] summer reading – the things we carry
Summer reading time—
The edge, in time—
With simply more things to read than can possibly be read, one must find a way of learning that is both realistic and comfortable, in order to survive, enjoy and actually learn. The sooner you can learn to learn, to appreciate and find relevance in words, both reading and writing, in your own way, you can make it work, anywhere. Now I know, and I do it all the time for myself, though I'm not in school anymore, and I encourage this with students that I mentor, because I love to inspire writing and a sort of three-dimensional learning in everyone, I mean, it's right there—
In the midst of the madness and chaos of studies is when I found myself devising strategies that finally carried me somewhere else and helped me live through, very much like when I was trapped in the MRI tube earlier this year, moments before I panicked, when I transformed my perception of the horrible noises that surrounded me inside the tube, until I heard a sort of techno music... eventually finding a strange calmness inside, but that's another story.
There are many ways to figure out how to live through and experience learning, instead of just flipping past page numbers as fast as possible because it's the night before school starts and you have two books to read, (it's not gonna happen, btw) so really focus on part of the book, really take something away from it that you can use. For instance, I could tell you about writing papers about books you haven’t finished reading (or, for that matter, haven’t started!) the art of thoroughly examining one chapter and writing a five-page paper on it, or scouring one of Shakespeare's soliloquies, or arguing the significance of a single apostrophe in the title of one of his plays (I’m not kidding, I did that) but in doing so, learning as much as you would have— if not more— from scanning the entire text. If you get to a point when you have to be... creative... in your choices, then do it, but learn something from it, make something of it.
Cutting corners? Ok, but challenge your skills of analysis— what can you do with the time you have, and how can you get involved so that you can't stop talking about this project? Figure it out now and you will save all the time later. Critically look in between the words and lines of the text. Bring a new take to well-known works— write a fresh opinion instead of turning in the same copy of the same paper that everyone else has turned in before you and forgotten.
(And, hey, if nothing else, you can start a blog and share these outside findings that you’ve scribbled trimmed and collected from around the edges. I'm serious, this stuff will be good.)
Cringe.
The Countess stares, he stares back.
Jealousy kicks in.
Westley. Tan. White Teeth. Buff. I love you.
cuts
deep
thoughts of—
shallow glances at
nothing
buttercup
never grows
in quicksand
To all my friends, people reading etc... somewhere else who didn’t grow up as a young girl practically forced to adooooorrre The Princess Bride movie, I guess I never asked (or cared to ask) if you knew or participated in the (extremely tedious unpleasant) 'tradition' of watching it (over and over and over until some of us were sick.) Don’t ask me why, for some reason girls and many women (I think) just believe this is the best movie, they even say words like classic, and ooooohh ahhhhhhhhhhh sooo cuuuuuuuuuttteee just the sweeeeeeeeeeeetest, and soooooo romantic, and....ok I can’t talk about it or like that anymore, but... when young girls all get together before they sleep they all scream and oooooh and ahhhh and have to waaaaaaatch this. You get the point. I hope some of you were able to avoid this. And for everyone else who looooooooooves it, sorry if I hurt your feelings :)
I did some research on the author and the book and the writing of the book, even before I read it (hint: this can make the book far more interesting and add another layer to the reading of the text) there are some hidden layers, details and, I have to admit it, funny aspects of this book and the way it was written that are completely lacking in the film. Perhaps I will explain later.
I have read some of the beginning of the book aka The Princess Bride, and there is humor, it is rather clever, at times perhaps trying a bit too hard, but all in all much better than I ever could have thought, yes— already. I don’t think I’ve even cringed, and if I did at all, it was only a slight cringe, or maybe I just cringed in my mind (especially if I was alone in public...) the extra research I did before reading it has really added another dimension to the reading of the book (highly suggested, found out some cool stuff.) Also check outStealing Buddha's Dinner by Bich Minh Nguyen.
and we're back
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
raquel's first words on writing from the rooftops!!!
by : raquel
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
today in the garden
There it is again
The yellow butterfly? Ya!
Into the trees...... gone---
by abby and chantal
Sunday, August 23, 2009
And August drifts closer to September—
Write back from summer--- What's up??!
After a long pause during the summer....
I mean, I didn’t stop writing and neither did they... and I’m sure you didn’t either... but my mind got lost somewhere in the long summer hours and here we are again, I know most of you start school again tomorrow. So welcome back, though of course you never really left.
While you've all been vacationing and camping etc... Abby and I have been writing a lot together this summer... and I will share some of it with you now and in the days to come, to keep the summer spirit with you as we ease into whatever comes next.
I hope to start working with all of you again this school year and I can’t wait to read all the words you’ve been scribbling over there in the extra hours of the daylight.
So.... what did you write?
And here we are again... as August drifts closer to September—
x c
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Pyper’s version of Cinderella’s life story
Cinderella was a poor girl. Infact, she was a maid. She worked for a small family. They treated her very badly. There were three girls and a mean mother. The girls names were Flower, Star and Rose. Cinderella we need our mail said Flower, Star and Rose. I’m coming. There you go. As Star read the mail it said Ball is tomorrow and she ran to her mom and said mother the Ball is tomorrow. Then get dressed said the mother. That night Cinderella made a dress. In the afternoon she was all set. When Star, Rose and Flower saw her dress they started ripping it apart. Cinderella was so sad she ran to the backyard. As she was crying she saw an old woman. Who are you asked Cinderella? I’m your Fairy Godmother. Do u want to go to the ball? Yes. And before Cinderella new it she had a big blue dress on. Thank you Fairy Godmother! Now we need a carriage. That pumpkin will do. Now you are ready to go to the ball. And Cinderella be back by twelve o’clock ok? Goodbye. Before Cinderella knew it she was there. And when the prince saw her he said do u want to dance? Yes said Cinderella. They danced the whole night long. And before Cinderella knew it it was twelve o’clock. I’ve got got to go said Cinderella and as she was running her glass shoe fell off. And she got into the carriage and left. When she got to the house she went straight to bed but the Prince said I need to find that girl. He thought and he thought and he said I will go to each house and see if the girl fit the size twelve shoe. I’ll start tomorrow. And he started when he got to Cinderella’s house he said do you fit in a size twelve shoe? No said Flower, Star, and Rose at the same time. I do said Cinderella in a soft voice. It fits said the Prince. The next day they got married. And that’s the story of Cinderella!
By Pyper
sixwords :: some of our favorites
(abby)
.
Once upon a time long ago!
::
pyper!
.
:: for (abby) ::
I can't find my shoe! Prince!
:: c ::
.
:: for pyper! ::
Walking talking yellow road lost shoes--
:: c ::
.
Stories end with well who knows
(abby)
.
Ok! Now it’s your turn, write some six-word stories and share them with Writing from the Rooftops as a comment, we’d love to read them and post some of your sixwords!!!
In case you were wondering where we got the idea to do six-word stories, the original six-word story was written by the famous writer Ernest Hemingway, it is said that he thought this was the best story he ever wrote. This is his story:
:: oh ya! find us posting six-words, haiku & more on twitter @rooftop_writing ::
Friday, July 10, 2009
Once upon a yellow brick road--
The Wizard of Oz from a monkey’s point of view!}
:: down the yellow road of bricks ::
:: c ::
.
Dorothy was nice to her friends.
::
pyper!
.
Yellow, red, shoes, bricks all around..........
(abby)
.
This story, your little dog too...
:: c ::
.
(abby) pyper! :: c ::
By the way...... In case you were wondering where we got the idea to do six-word stories, the original six-word story was written by the famous writer Ernest Hemingway, it is said that he thought this was the best story he ever wrote. This is his story:
Thursday, July 9, 2009
we have six words for you
Pyper groaned and looked at me like "you've gotta be kidding me" and Abby who is used to my crazy challenges just had a big smile on her face as she watched her little sister's shock. But then Pyper was struck with sudden inspiration and we all got to work!
Here are our six-word stories :: enjoy!!
(abby)
.
Once upon a time Cinderella's life....
(abby)
.
No shoes until the shoe fits.
:: c ::
.
Once upon a time long ago!
::
pyper!
.
Cinderella's life good but then bad....
(abby)
.
Cinderella looked good at the ball!
::
pyper!
.
Cinderella never got the way, but.....
(abby)
.
Dream clean dance run search love
:: c ::
.
Cinderella and the prince love eachother
{this one's actually 7 words but
that’s ok!! each other = 2 words}
::
pyper!
.
Fairytale end hard work happily ever--
:: c ::
.
Life for Cinderella ended, just right
(abby)
.
Cinderella had a good, bad life!
::
pyper!
.
Endings are always crazy, and perfect
(abby)
.
I cannot find my shoe!
(abby)
{technically 5 words, but.........
so good! and it actually happened
Abby lost her shoe as she was writing
these stories! lol isn’t that appropriate?!}
.
Ok! Now it’s your turn, write some six-word stories and share them with Writing from the Rooftops as a comment, we’d love to read them and post some of your sixwords!!!
pyper!
:: c ::
By the way......
In case you were wondering where we got the idea to do six-word stories, the original six-word story was written by the famous writer Ernest Hemingway, it is said that he thought this was the best story he ever wrote. This is his story:
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Pink Princess the winter........... ending

That Friday at Princess Training was their dance they had been learning. They wore dragging pink dresses, and they had ballet shoes on. All the parents came to watch. The dance was so good! At the end all the parents screamed and clapped so loud.
After winter came, it got colder so it was winter break! Katy, Max and Pinky loved playing in the snow! They made snowmen, snow forts for snowball fights and they made snow angels!! They loved winter, because their birthday was the 20th of December! They had their 3rd, 4th and 5th balls that winter. And who knows what’s next.
To be continued ……………
The ending of Pink Princess!!!! soon coming Pink Princess 2..............................................................
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
pink princess four times the loooooooooooooove
They had Princess training that same day. At Princess training they were learning a dance with ballet and free style at the end of the dance. When they got to the palace, they found there mom’s and showed them the dance. They got bored so they talked Princess talk.
After their 9th b-day, they went to their first ball. They met lots and lots of princes and danced with all of them. But they could only stay one hour after 6:00pm. When they got back they talked all about princes. Max said, “I like Prince Mark the best.” Then Pinky said,” I like Prince Luke the best.” Then Katy said,” I like Prince John the best.”
Two weeks later was their second ball. And they got to dance with who ever they wanted to dance with.
by (abby)
Disneyland the haiku continued
Starting the ride
The fun trip to Disneyland
As long as can be...............
Two hours later......
Our first bathroom stop on,
The way, Disneyland
Wow, getting closer
Almost there, well not really
Not much farther, yap
Four hours later
Lunch time, finally lunch yum, yum
Yum, a sandwich, yum
Two hours later
Last bathroom stop until........
Disneyland, oh right
Thirty minute now
I mean twenty minutes
Just a bite longer
Now even longer, man........
Yes, yes, almost there
Yes, yes, Disneyland
by (abby)
day 1 Disneyland trip coming sooooooooooooooon
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
another double fun dose lalala

When Max first walked in she was surprised how big their palace was. But after she was moved in and had stayed there for a while she was fine. They played in the palace, ran in it and lived in it. She loved the palace as much as Katy and Pinky loved it.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
BEFORE DISNEYLAND
One
Just two days left
Until the big trip goes
It’s Disneyland, wow
Two
Disneyland wow, wow
Already here can’t wait much more
Ahhh, here we go, yaaaaa
Three
It’s Minnie, wow
Wait don’t leave I’m.............
Man to late, ahhhhh.......
Four
There it is, come on
Splash Mountain, lets go on
Almost there, ahhhhhhh, ya............
Five
I’m wet now
Me too, that was so much fun
Lets go again, yaaaaaaa
Six
Lets go to the room
Broom ..... I’m sleepy lets ......... zzzzzzzzzz what
Where are we now
Seven
The end of the ..........
What, oh trip right ya
The very end ...........
by (abby)
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
pink princess - double the action!!
Queen Jordon (Katy’s mom) and Queen Olivia (Pinky’s mom) decided to live in Pinky’s family palace. Pinky and Katy shared a room; the walls were pink and purple. The beds were pink and purple too.

sorry we missed a week!!
more to come next week we promise this time.........
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Pink Princess the drama ensues

the next act.........
to be continued next week.............................!
by,
(abby)
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
The one you love
Could be right
Around the corner
The one you love
Could be right
Across the street
The one you love
Could be right
At your feet
When you find them
You may feel
Complete
by,
*O*
(another terrific poem by Olivia, she had instant inspiration grabbed a pen and a piece of paper and wrote this in approximately 2.5 minutes!!)
..but..i hate haiku
I eat my apple
So crunchy and sour sweet
So many colors
by,
*O*
..turned out really great!
Then Olivia decided haiku wasn't so bad
and we had some fun
(I said it was hikool, ya ya I know stupid joke)
Pink Princess: the sadness sets in...

the unfortunate tale continues next week...
by,
(abby)
*O* and C: a conversation in 5 haiku
C to *O*:
you think you don’t like
these haiku that i write, come
on give it a chance
*O*’s response:
You act like you know
What I think about haiku
You’re wrong they are fun!
C’s response
so happy to hear
you’ve changed your mind it’s clear
now let’s have some fun!
*O*’s response
I kind of feel that
Way, but I much rather go
and play all day long!
C’s response
you roll your eyes, but
really it’s true, you know it
you’re so good at this!
Friday, April 3, 2009
The Saga of Pink Princess Continues...

to be continued next week...
by,
(Abby)
So much depends upon...
Olivia saw this poem somewhere:
The Red Wheel Barrow
so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens.
by,
William Carlos Williams
got stuck in her mind! She used the line
“So much depends upon”
in many of her poems.
Here are two great examples:
Red Wall
The pictures sit upon
the big red wall. The wall is
steady so they do not fall.
So much depends upon
the big red wall
for if it
was not there the pictures
would fall.
{a poem literally written in 3 minutes}
by,
*O*
A Poem in Two Minutes
So much depends upon
the wind blowing through the
trees. It moves through the
air blowing through the leaves.
Blowing scraps of trash
through the air. Sometimes
if you're not lucky it
will mess up your hair.
by,
*O*
SURPRISE
6:00pm brother/Owen goes to his baseball game.
6:30pm Mom and Peyton/me go and get decorations for the party.
7:00pm family arrives and helps decorate house.
7:15pm go get vanilla baseball cake from Safeway.
7:45pm give out party toy called Silly String to everyone in family.
7:55pm get everyone in the house. Turn out all the lights. Hide all the family’s car, so it looks like no one’s home.
8pm Owen arrives home, walks to the door, everyone yells “SURPRISE!” Owen falls over, and is in frozen shock mode. Everyone helps him up.
8:15pm we eat our delicious cake with yummy milk.
So you have heard my plan. Today is the 9th which means the party is in THREE DAYS! What! I though we still had 14 more days I gotta get going on this plan for the party. Hope I can finish this plan by the 12th. Please wish me good luck. I hope you liked my party idea. Ask me about it on the 13th and I might just bring you some cake.
by,
Peyton
Thursday, April 2, 2009
10 Reasons why I Think Vocab Words are Horrible (a Hypercritical Hyperbole)
1. Hyperthyroidism, Hyperglycemia these are words
I will never use in my life
2. Hypersensitive, Hypertension they’re too hard to spell
3. It’s Horrible to Hyperextend but at least I know what it means, it means when one of your joints bends and then pops out the other side....Horrible
4. Hypercritical people are no fun to be around they’re judgmental, they’re mean and snooty
5. Once I saw a man going up to the bus stop he must have had Hypertension because his arm looked like it was going to explode (isn’t this what happens when you have high blood pressure?)
6. Hyperthermia is when you turn...is when..uh...is....
when your temperature is really high and you probably
turn all bright red too
7. Hyperactive is when my little brother runs around
the restaurant and is Hyperactive and it’s so embarrassing
8. Ok Hyperextend, Hypersensitive those are words I might use (but they are still horrible)
9. Hyper Hyper Hyper I’m Hyperventilating because all these words are Hyper
10. And finally, I never use Hyperbole they’re so lame, only for people who write poems
Hyper Hyper Hyper these are words too hard to spell Horrible no fun to be around going to explode you probably turn all bright red so embarrassing still horrible, they’re so lame, only for Hypersensitive, Hypercritical people who write poems!
by
*O* & c
Books
You never know
What a book holds
Until you open up the pages
That sometimes fold
And they look
All crumpled and old
And when you read
The pages that behold
The Miraculous
Adventures
Of the untold
And sometimes
If you’re not lucky
The pages will never unfold
And they will always look
All crumpled and old
And you will not be able
To read the pages that behold
The Miraculous
Adventures
Of the untold
by
*O*
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Finally! The Return of Super Brick!!
Super Brick #4
When we last saw our hero he was on a building thanking Jonny Cinderblock for saving his life. So they took off into the air and Super Brick anciently hit a telephone pole, causing it to crash into a brick building. Again Super Brick said words he thought he would never have to say “@35#%*8!” After he was done with his fowl language they went to pick up the mess. When Super Brick was looking through some bricks he met a very pretty nice smelling brick. Her name was Lady so he called her Lady Brick. They quickly fell in love. And had little baby bricks of their own. They decided to live on mars, were it was red just like them. As for The Sleg he went back to Alcatraz for the rest of his life. Jonny Cinder Block met a Lady Cinder Block and they had little cinder blocks of their own. And everyone lived happily ever after. NOT REALLY! KEEP COMING BACK FOR MORE!
by
*O*
Introducing Peyton
“Oh my gosh, I’m late for school.” I yelled as loud as I could. I ran to my parent’s room and said “mom, dad I’m late for school.” We all ran to the car and ZOOMED to school. When we were three blocks away, my mom and dad remembered one little thing. I almost fell out the window when my parents yelled “OWEN.”
Owen is my two year old brother and we left him at home all alone. So, we raced back home to go get him. When we got to the house it was like he never knew we left. We just found him eating a popsicle on the couch watching Sponge Bob. So, we ran to the car and drove to school.
Then, one last thing happened. My parents almost had a heart attack because of it. I yelled “IT’S VALENTINES DAY!!!” We all drove home, grabbed the cards and then we rushed to school once again hoping there were no more stops.
When we got to school I asked my teacher “have you started cards yet?” She said “no, you are just in time.” We passed out cards and went out for snack.
This is when it happened the horrible thing on Valentines Day. My friend Olivia and I were playing on the monkey bars and she asked “can you skip three bars?” I said “yeah, of course (in a tough way).” Then she said it, the words that sent shivers down my spine, “show me.” I hated those two words. Those are the words that should mean humiliated. So, I had to do it. I tried it and 1, 2, 3… CRACK! OUCH! I landed left on my arm. I could not stop crying. My friend Olivia took me to the office as quick as she could.
The lady in the office named Judy said “oh Peyton what happened?” I said nothing. Olivia told her everything. Then Judy called my parents and they came to school as fast as they could. When my parents got there they said “thank you” to Judy and we left to the hospital
When we got to the hospital the doctor let us come in first. His name was Dr. Black. He told me to lie down on this bed and he started moving my wrist around and cracking it. Then they gave me a shot so I would not remember a thing. But I still remember.
After that not so wonderful time, it was time for me to get my cast. This guy had this HUGE selection of cast material. I picked pink. He wrapped about 20 layers of the material all around my arm. I had to stay in the hospital for about 2 days. I could write but I could not play any sports.
In about one month I got my cast off. The same doctor took off my cast. He used this thing that looked like an electric pizza cutter. He turned it on and he asked “ready?” I said “yeah.” He slid it across my arm and ZAP it was off. He let me take it home.
Well, after that experience, I learned if someone wants you to do something you don’t want to do, just don’t do it. You are your own person. You can make your own decisions. And two arms are better then one.
by,
Peyton


