Have you ever been in those boring lectures in class, and all you want to do is text? Or maybe you really want to see who has liked your recent instagram photo? Here are some techniques that will allow you to do those things.

1. The Book Strategy
Pretend like you’re reading a book. Any book or textbook is fine as long as it is bigger than your phone. When the teacher looks at you, pretend like you’re reading. When the teacher isn’t looking at you, tap away on your phone.

2. The Forgot My Ipad Strategy
Next time when you go to school, purposely forget your ipad at home. You can also “accidentally” forget to charge it. When the teacher asks you to do something on the ipad, say that you forgot it at home (or that it’s dead). Then ask if you can use your phone. If the teacher says yes, pull out your phone and pretend to be doing what you’re actually supposed to be doing. Change the screen on your phone to whatever you actually want to do. It is actually a smart idea to first finish the assignment, then go on do what you want on your phone, because if the teacher asks to see it you won’t be doomed. It’s always a good idea to turn your brightness down, so those sneaky people who look over your shoulder can’t see what your doing.

3. The Hide In Binder Strategy
Purposely put your binder on your desk. A binder that is filled with papers and is messy will work best. Slip your phone under some papers in your binder so that it doesn’t seem like your phone is there. When the teacher looks away, casually stick your hand under the papers to your phone.

4. The Pencil Bag Strategy
Put your pencil bag in your lap. Make sure that your pencil bag has things in it, so when you put your phone in it’s not obvious. Put your phone in your pencil bag. Sneak your hand into your pencil bag, and use your phone. If someone asks what you’re doing, say that you’re looking for something in your pencil bag.

5. The Hoodie Strategy
This strategy works better on days that you actually have to wear jacket. Wear a hoodie jacket that has one large pocket in the front. First, put your phone in your pocket. While sitting at your desk, stick your hands into the front pocket, and do whatever you want to do on your phone. The more you have your phone memorized the better. You can slide your phone out of your pocket, but just remember to quickly put it back in when the teacher walks by.

Other TIps and Strategies:
-Don’t use a bright colored case. A brightly colored (or super fancy case) will be easier to spot.
-Memorize your phone. This will allow you to text and do things while your eyes are on the actual assignment/teacher, which will make it seem like you’re paying attention.
-Make sure you silent everything. Vibrate is ok, but if you have a silent class it will be noticed.
-If you get to pick your seat, pick the right spot. Try to pick a seat in the back. Make sure you don’t sit by any teacher’s pets, bullies, or anyone that would turn you in if they caught you. Also try not to sit by the door or window in case someone looks through and catches you.
-Be careful if you wear glasses because your phone screen can reflect of your lenses and the teacher will notice that you’re on your phone. Another reason why it’s good to look at the phone screen as little as possible.
-If all fails, just say you need to use the restroom, and look at your phone in the stalls.

Written by: Annie Huang & Kathryn Odama

The Final One

I threw my weight to the left and dodged behind a tree. I knew that it was stronger and bigger than me. But I could win this. I was not going to fail this test. My last, final, most important test.

The thing charged at me again. It came at me fast. Claws sticking out, ready to grab me. Its drool flew out of its mouth, dark green and slimy. As it came near me, I quickly lunged at it. I planted a quick, deep stab into its fat, blubbery stomach.

But I couldn’t get away fast enough. I knew I had failed right as I felt its hot breath along my neck. It reached out for me with its claws. They wrapped around me neck, all cold and sharp. I brandished my sword around, in hopes of getting one last stab in that might release me. But deep inside, I knew that it was too late.


“Worry does not empty tomorrow of its sorrow, it empties today of its strength.”
― Corrie ten Boom

“Tears shed for another person are not a sign of weakness. They are a sign of a pure heart.”
― José N. Harris

“The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.”
― Mahatma Gandhi

“Courage isn’t having the strength to go on – it is going on when you don’t have strength.”
― Napoléon Bonaparte

“Be strong. Live honorably and with dignity. When you don’t think you can, hold on.”
― James Frey

The Cat

His body was slim
And sleek
And black,
And as he passed the cage door
He turned,
And scratched at a rat
That was ripped and hanging.
And I saw sharp claws,
And a row of gleaming white teeth,
And eyes of black coal,
Hard and narrow and slit.
Then out of the cage,
With those sharp pointing claws
Leaping without a sound
He jumped — That strange mammal,
Slim, sleek, black,
Park shark, part eel,
Part neither — for his blood was warm.

Inspired by “The Shark” by Edwin John Pratt

How to Torture Your Teacher

How to Torture Your Teacher
By: Bruce Lansky

Pixabay CC0

Only raise your hand when
you want to sharpen your pencil
or go to the bathroom.
Repeat every ten minutes.

Never raise your hand
when you want to answer a question;
instead, yell, “Oooh! Oooh! Oooh!”
and then, when the teacher calls on you,
say, “I forgot what I was going to say.”

Lean your chair back,
take off your shoes, and
put your feet up on your desk.
Act surprised when the teacher
puts all four legs of your chair back on the floor.

Drop the eraser end of your pencil
on your desk.
See how high it will bounce.

Drop your books on the floor.
See how loud a noise you can make.

Get all your friends to join in.

Hold your nose,
make a face, and say, “P.U.!”
Fan the air away from your face,
and point to the kid in front of you.

On the last day of school,
lead your classmates in chanting:
“No more pencils!
No more books!
No more teachers’
dirty looks!”

Then, on your way out
the door, tell the teacher,
“Bet you’re looking forward
to summer vacation this year.
But I’ll sure miss you.
You’re the best teacher
I’ve ever had.”

I really like this poem because it relates to me. I normally don’t purposely try to make teachers mad, but some kids do. These things in this poem happen almost everyday at school. Also, when people think of poems, they usually will think that poems are complex, deep pieces of work. This poem shows that poems don’t have to be like that.

Three Places Everyone Needs To Visit in Texas

Whether you already live in Texas, or you are just visiting Texas, these three places are must go places.

The Alamo
Pixabay CCO

It doesn’t matter if you’re a history teacher or a person looking for something exciting, this place is worth your time. This little place was where a huge, devastating battle once took place. The battle here played a major part in Texas becoming what it is today. Without the Alamo, we would not be able to see the beautiful, well developed Texas as seen today. Come visit the Alamo for a glance into the history of Texas.

The River Walk 
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This river weaves through San Antonio for several miles. Whoever you are, this river will meet your needs because along side of it are many of San Antonio’s best restaurants, shopping areas, hotels, and tourist attractions. Under the street, there is long pedestrian walkway that’s right next by the river. Not up for a walk? No problem. There are many fun and exciting river cruises you can take. Also, many times there are several festivals or popular arts and craft shows going on near the river. This place is a great place to visit place day or night.

The Sixth Floor Museum

It was from the sixth floor of this building that the shot that took President John F. Kennedy’s life was fired. This building now offers a detailed account of the assassination, as well as Kennedy’s legacy. On display, there are also many things on his presidential campaign and term as president, all supported by historic footage, photos, and artifacts. This place will keep you engrossed for hours and will definitely meet your standards.

Breaking Rules

Have you ever had a strong urge to break a rule? Was it for a good cause, or was it for your own entertainment? Sometimes breaking rules is okay, but sometimes it’s not.

It’s not okay to break rules if you’re just trying to cause trouble. For example, have you ever been in a class with people who refuse to listen to the teacher’s rules? A common thing that they’ll do is that they’ll refuse to stop talking. They always talk without permission whenever they feel like it. It slows the class down, and it is very disruptive. If annoying people didn’t break the teacher’s rules, class would go so much smoother. If you’re a troublemaker, breaking rules to cause trouble isn’t okay.

On the other hand, it’s okay to break rules if it’s for a good cause. What if someone fell down and injured themselves in a place that says “no running”? Would you not immediately rush towards them to help? Or rush to get help for them? Doing that, you’re breaking the rule. However, without the help of the person that is “breaking the rule”, the situation for the person in the accident would have been a lot worse. If it’s for a helpful cause, breaking rules is normally okay.

People may tell you that you can or can’t do this and that. But some rules are made to be broken, and some are made to be kept.

Solo Ensemble

Last Saturday (February 6th, 2016) was Solo Ensemble for everyone who is taking orchestra this year. Solo Ensemble is where you pick a solo piece to play for a judge, and you get ranked. You can either get a “superior” — which is the best, an “excellent” — which is second best, a “good” — which is not very good, or a “needs improvement” — which you absolutely don’t want to get.

My time was supposed to be at 10:30 a.m. However, I arrived early and there happened to be a judge that was open, so I went to go play for him instead.

As I walked into the room where I was going to play in, I knew I was doomed. My legs instantly started shaking uncontrollably. I clenched and unclenched my hands, hoping to still them. It didn’t work. My brain blanked out, and my fingers forgot to to play the violin. “Whenever you’re ready,” the judge calmly said. I brought my violin up to my neck and prepared myself to play.




I started playing.

Phantom Lair

Rotten vines peaking out from the sides of the black cloth draped over the walls. 13 candles flickering in the corner — struggling to stay alive. The floor lined with scraps of old, expensive clothes.

In the middle of everything sits a huge throne. The throne is dark blue with linings of gold that had been carefully sewed into it. Near the back of the lair, hiding in the shadows, is a manikin of Christine in a beautiful, perfect, white wedding dress. Next to it, stands a fancy table. The table is made of a fancy pattern of jewels — the expensive, dark colored kind of jewels. The rest of the lair is covered in a thick layer of dust. Dust that if handled improperly, will fly up your nose and into your mouth, suffocating you.

This is where I, the Phantom, live. This is my lair.


I knew something was wrong the moment I stepped out of the cafeteria.

My throat had become incredibly itchy. “It’s nothing,” I told myself. Later did I know that it was the beginning of anaphylaxis: which is a life or death situation.

I powered my legs forward toward my next class –– 6th grade science with Ms. Stary.  As the teacher was lecturing us, I couldn’t stop coughing. Everyone was staring at me. My face turned redder than the the core of the sun. “What is wrong with me?” I managed to mutter before I was overcome by coughing again.

I soon couldn’t stand my coughing anymore, so I asked the teacher to let me go get some water. She sent me to the nurse instead, and to this day I am still thankful that she did.

From the 2 minutes it took to walk from the science room to the nurse, I realized that I was becoming overwhelmingly itchy everywhere. I looked at myself and realized that everywhere along my body was covered in what looked like mosquito bites –– of course it was actually hives.

During the 30 seconds that I had to wait in the nurse’s office, I realized I was having technical difficulties breathing. I must have looked like a fish out of water –– standing there gasping for air. I clawed at my throat, trying to open it up to let some air through.

After what felt like forever, it was finally my turn for the nurse to check on me. From the lost of air, the rest of the things that happened were a haze. However, I remember that first the nurse gave me some benadryl. I can still feel the medicine slowly drip down my throat. She then guided me towards the mini bed that was in her office. Then she gave me the epipen. It felt like waterfalls of sweat were falling from my hands when I saw that that big orange medical pen had to be injected into my leg. Clenching my fist together, I readied myself for the pain. The nurse injected the epipen in a blink of an eye. Maybe it was because I was already so uncomfortable –– or maybe it was because the nurse just inserted the epipen expertly –– but either way, it didn’t hurt at all. Slowly, I released the big breath I was holding. The nurse then called 911 and my parents.

As we waited for the ambulance to come, the nurse put an oxygen mask on me. I instantly felt more air fill my lungs. I could taste and feel the oxygen slowly seeping into my mouth and nose.

The firemen came first, then the police, and finally the ambulance and paramedics. As I looked at all the people who were there helping me, I knew that I would be ok. I was quickly shipped off on the ambulance to the hospital. To this day, anaphylaxis will always be a challenge of mine.

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