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School Uniforms
the students of room 703

Do you hate school uniforms as much as I do? If you do, then please read on. I believe that we should not have to wear school uniforms. Some people think that uniforms are necessary to keep kids from wearing inappropriate clothing, however, we can have rules about what not to wear and still allow students to choose their own clothes. Also, uniforms are plain, boring, and it’s expensive to own two sets of clothes.

First of all, if students follow a set of rules about what to wear, they won’t wear inappropriate clothing. Our student council could make a list of appropriate clothing. After that, students could be punished if they wear the wrong clothes. Students who are guilty of two uniform infractions will lose their privilege of choosing clothes and will have to wear the school uniform.

Another reason we shouldn’t have to wear uniforms is that they are dull and drab. School uniforms are only three colors, however, clothes come in many other fun and interesting hues. Students should be allowed to express themselves and be unique instead of wearing the same thing as everyone else. Finally, students don’t want to wear the same thing every day.

Many students do not want to own two separate sets of clothes. Most kids rarely get to use their non-uniform clothing. Because they have so many different clothes, it can be hard to fit them in their closets. Furthermore, since parents have to wash uniforms so frequently, they get worn out quickly. And because they get worn out, parents have to repeatedly buy more, which can be expensive.

In conclusion, I think that students should be allowed to wear the clothes they want as long as they are appropriate for school. Maybe the teachers and principal could try wearing the school uniform, too. They might realize what a horrible burden uniforms are to students.

[|zombie story.doc] (click to download the story) By Mr. Crellin's class 10/08 **When Zombie Students Attack!**

Suddenly Mr. Scigliano shrieked. It was like the sound of worn out brakes on an old school bus. Mr. Crellin's head jerked toward him and saw him pointing toward the lake with a terrified experession. Up from the lake a group of zombies were limping toward the surprised teachers in the main part of camp.

"Are those our students over there by the lake?" asked Mr. Crellin.

"Yeah, but they're zombies!" Mr. Scigliano replied, "Ruuuuun!"

The teachers ran to the staff cabins, but the zombie horde had gotten there first. The zombies were surrounding the cabin and there was no way in. As our heroes watched, Mrs. Gascon tried to escape through a window, but the zombies grabbed her and started biting viciously. Mr. Scigliano tried to distract them with a math equation.

"What is the square root of 144?"

The zombies looked confused and stopped attacking. Mr. Crellin sped toward the forest like Speedy Gonzales to get away. Then Zombie Travis solved the math problem.

"12," he moaned. As he was trying to get away, Mr. Scigliano tripped on a rock. Before he could get up, the zombies had encircled him. The zombies leaned in, Mr. Scigliano screamed, and as Mr. Crellin looked back, he could see that his friend was not moving.

As Mr. Crellin ran terrified through the forest, he noticed a patch of poison oak growing by a tree. As the horde closed in on him, he started flinging poison oak at the zombies wildly. The zombies began scratching furiously, and while they were busy, Mr. Crellin scurried off to the cafeteria. Zombie Yadira pulled out her first aid kit and gave the zombies ointment for the poison oak. Then the relieved zombies continued to trudge toward Mr. Crellin.

Mr. Crellin was hiding desperately under a counter when the zombies surrounded the building. As the zombies walked toward Mr. Crellin, he jumped with fear and accidently knocked a warm and creamy plate of mashed potatoes at Jackie, the nearest zombie. She had a chemical reaction, changed back to normal, and shrieked at the sight of all the other zombies. Mr. Crellin and Jackie began throwing mashed potatoes at the other zombies until they were all back to normal again.

The students looked around with confused and fatigued expressions.

"Why do I have mashed potatoes on my face?" said Dallas.

"How did this ointment get on me?" asked Victoria.

"What happened?" wondered Julian out loud.

"Where's Mr. Scig?" asked Tito.

"Where's my ointment?!?" exclaimed Yadira.

"Do you remember anything at all?" asked Mr. Crellin.

"The last thing I remember was drinking the lake water," said Carlos.

Then Mr. Crellin said, "Oh well, let's eat lunch."

[|Narrative Writing Shared Piece:](Click to download the story) By Mrs. Gascon's Knights Language Arts Group 07/08 **__Teacher Model and Shared Writing__** It was a lovely, spring morning, and Ms. Terry Spurgeon was happily baking chunky chocolate chip cookies in her cozy cottage. Earlier in the day, she had generously promised to bring her poor neighbors cookies. She was baking so enthusiastically, that she didn’t notice when her transparent eye contact fell out. Terry accidentally poured iodine instead of vanilla extract into the cookie batter. Although a strange, pungent smell permeated the air, Ms. Spurgeon thought nothing of it because she was so busy baking cookies. Suddenly, the oven exploded with a catastrophic boom!
 * Cookies Gone Bad**

The deafening sound was like a volcanic eruption. Shocked and stunned with confusion, she painfully fell on her face, and the evil anti-cookie jumped out of the smoky, blackened oven. He proudly landed on her back and flexed his raisin muscles.

In a panic, Ms. Spurgeon jumped up and looked at the nasty, burnt anti-cookie. After staring her down, he took out his raisin blower and pelted her with gooey, rotten raisins. The shower of raisins nearly knocked her out. “Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! You can’t catch me because you’re an old lady!”

All of a sudden, her fear changed to anger. “Watch yourself cookie face!” In a heated rage, she raced to the bathroom and desperately searched for something to defend herself.

Frantically, Ms. Spurgeon rummaged through the cabinets. Unfortunately, the only thing she could find was a cordless blow dryer. She grabbed the device, and as quiet as a mouse, she sneaked back into the kitchen. Meanwhile, the anti-cookie had wandered into the living room and had flipped on the T.V. He happily discovered that his favorite episode of Sponge Bob was on. Terry heard the T.V. and growled to herself, “Nobody watches Sponge Bob in my house!” Just then, a brilliant idea occurred to her. She opened the refrigerator and began to pour milk in the blow dryer. “Milk and cookies are a deadly combination,” she cackled to herself.

She confronted the evil cookie and said angrily, “I want you out of my house!” He ignored her and pointed his rotten, raisin blower at her. So, the determined Ms. Spurgeon swiftly blasted him with a stream of hot milk. Shrieking in sheer horror, the anti-cookie screamed, “I’m melting!” She scooped up the hot, mushy dough and dumped it down the drain of her kitchen sink. Quickly, she baked another batch of cookies. As she was lovingly delivering them to her neighbor, a piercing scream filled the air. She looked back at her house, and then at her neighbor straight in the eye and said, “I don’t want to know. I have a feeling that I’m going to retire from cookie baking."