Change - By Max, Grade 6
You slowly walk up the hill to feel the coastal air
You finally reach the top to see litter everywhere
You look out towards the sea and think
You know in comparison this mess is just a spot of ink
You bend down and pull the waste from out the sand
You know this isn’t right, you have to make a stand
You go to school the next day and share what you found
You get the help of many to help remove the mound
Change starts with you.
A Song of the Homeless - By King David, Grade 6
My mom & dad died in a war
From there I was homeless
Don’t have enough to go to the store
I don’t have money and I can’t control it
But the Earth is my turf
And I love being in it
Although my life hurts
I see things in a different image
The sun shines & birds tweet
I just sit & observe
I go to the dump to get something to eat
Then I sit on a curb
The nights are very short
The end to my day
I’ll wake up tomorrow
And it’ll be okay
Ode to Cesar - By Lucas, Grade 6
He lost his farm
There was harm
He joined the Navy
To help people in the wavey
He joined the CSO
He followed his dream
It took some steam
The UFW was born
With 1,200 dollars in savings
He wanted to complete his ravings
He wanted to help farmworkers in need
But it would be tough
But he stepped up
But he needed people
So he went to the steeple
100 faces were there
But only 2 were persuaded
His campaign soon got famous
Mr. Kennedy came to Delano
He said Chavez
Is a historic figure
His campaign became bigger and bigger
He boycotted grapes
For the farmers
Now all rights were equal
For the farmworking people
Chavez said “Yes it can be done”
But now he can say
He was the one
Who made rights equal
For now and beyond
Horse - By Charlotte, Allison, Geyao, Gregory, Axel, Grade 8
The corn stalks represent our lives
As they get shot, another man dies
Victory of the battle may be seen ahead
We fight for our country
Defending the freedom-hungry.
Joseph Hooker was General of the Union
Fighting against what he thought was inhuman
15 times, they ran through the field.
Within the corn, the battle was revealed.
Once the battle had past,
The Confederate troops recovered fast.
Stonewall Jackson, the Confederate general
Sat on his steed, satisfied and prideful
He bit into his peach, thanking god for his victory
Feeling sure he left a footprint
In American history.
Truth - By Gray, Grade 7
It is so complicated, the truth
Everyone hides, the biggest secrets
From best friends.
But the truth is a dangerous thing
A slippery thing
A thing that likes the dark
People can hide
Is a fluorescent light
Things look ugly bathed in it
But you need it
To see the path.
Poems - By Max, Grade 6
Searching my brain
Find a match
That's not insane
Of a word
Is not absurd
What's a word that
Fits with lane
Can be a pain
Gratitude - By Max, Grade 6
The ones we are
most thankful for
are the ones we are
most scared of thanking
After they are gone,
or have passed on,
to show you care,
you must make an
Impact around you
to help others
like they did for you
As long as what
you do holds honor
and your motives are true,
It no longer matters
what you didn’t say
it just matters what you do
One - By Lila, Grade 6
The DanDelion is a flower of
Fun, a flower with licks of lemon,
A flower of moon,
A happy one, one as the moon,
One as the sky, one as the birds,
One by one they fly by,
One as itself never one alike,
One will never be the same, my
Flower of one.
Knock Knock - By Max, Grade 6
Knock knock knock.
“Come in,” the man said. He looked to be in his mid-thirties, was tall and had neat, brown, brushed-back hair and a short beard. A woman taller and seemingly older, sharp as a tack, with silver hair, walked in quickly, not wasting a minute. The name of the man with brushed-back hair was Roger Rodgers -- yes, a bit of a repetitive name, but a strong one for sure.
“Afternoon, sir, Angela’s adoption papers have been filed and James just got picked up at 5:00 before you arrived. He seemed confident; I think he liked the shoes… and your story about the orphanage.”
Roger paused and stared, eyes empty for just a short moment and then continued shuffling papers. No one would normally notice this, but Cynthia knew him, she knew something was going on.
“Uh, Sir, there is some other news… some kids vandalized the front sign.”Mr. Rodgers looked down and muttered, “she died last evening.”
“Who?... oh, I’m so sorry.”
“Thank you,” Roger said while massaging his forehead.
“I’ve held it together this long…”
“How did you find out?”
“I found out in the local paper a few hours ago. I have been trying to build up the courage to see her again, for the past twenty years.” There was a long pause and he added, “The other tenants of her apartment are holding a small service on Saturday. I believe I can trust you to run the place for three days,” Roger said while standing up abruptly.
“Of course, sir.”
“No need for formality.”
“Yes, si--, Roger.”
As Roger left the orphanage where he had put all his work and care, he looked up at the big sign that used to say: “LUELLA BATES WASHINGTON JONES ORPHANAGE.” He wasn’t filled with a warm feeling or a humble pride, instead he just felt empty, completely hollow.
All he had from that night was the ten-dollar bill given to him by Ms. Jones. Instead of it sitting with the rest of the money in his wallet, he kept it right next to his drivers license; it being the closest thing he had to an ID.
It was Saturday morning and he was walking down Ms. Jones’s street. It was in the bad part of the city Roger used to frequent. This wasn’t the first time he had come back. When he was 19, he came back to the apartment, walked right up to the door, raised his hand to knock, but then ran away.
Now, 16 years later, he stopped five feet from the door and took out his wallet. He looked at his drivers license and then Ms. Jones’s ten-dollar bill. He looked at the money with gratitude and a warm heart. A single tear rolled down his face, one tear as he finally reached out. Knock knock knock.
Graduation Speech 2019 - By Alec
Good evening, faculty, parents, relatives, and most importantly my fellow graduates. First, I would like to say congratulations to the Class of 2019. We did it. We survived middle school.
Often, my peers and I complain that nothing ever changes around here. Everything is “boring” and nothing exciting happens. But as I look around, I see that something tremendous has occurred. We ARE the exciting thing that’s happened. As tiny sixth graders, we laughed about whatever Mr. Trant had joked about in class. Then as insecure seventh graders, we stressed over our speeches in Ms. Nam’s class. And since September, as “rule the school” eighth graders, we have prepared all year for this very day.
We don’t realize it, but so much happens during one day at school. Whether it’s a crushing basketball game loss, a four on your math test, or an awesome new song shared with your best friends during French (sorry Ms. Hansen) - all of these tiny, seemingly everyday occurrences shaped us into who we are today. Our trials and tribulations, our successes and defeats have built our character. They have made us laugh. They have made us cry. And sometimes, they have made us angry. Through it all, every one of us has found our voice. Whether passionately debating a topic in Ms. Skelton’s class, standing up for a friend, or advocating for yourself when no one else is there to do it for you - your voices have become loud and clear. So no matter what road we travel next year, whether to L-S or elsewhere, I hope all our voices become stronger as we journey through high school and beyond. And most of all, I hope we cherish our days here at Lincoln School, as it has laid the foundation for a very bright future for us all.
Once again, congratulations Class of 2019. We did it.
Interview With Ms. Sweeney, Our ELL Teacher - By Ricardo, 8th Grade
How are you? Great
When did you graduate from college? 2012
When did you start teaching? In 2014
Why did you become a teacher?
I always knew that I wanted a job that helped people. I went to college and studied speech pathology. I thought I wanted to do speech therapy in a hospital, so one summer I interned at Emerson Hospital and I found that I liked working with kids the best. I enrolled in graduate school after that and studied elementary education and reading.
What did you do before you worked in Lincoln?
While I was in graduate school, I worked as an ABA therapist, providing early intervention services to students all around Boston.
What would you do if you weren’t a teacher? I would want to be a nurse or an event planner.
Why do you want to help people that came to do the USA?
I really like learning about different cultures and getting to know students who come from different places all over the world. I think these students have so much to bring to our community and we have so much to learn from them!
Do you have any siblings? Yes, two brothers: Kyle and Bryan.
Why did you choose Lincoln to teach? I liked that Lincoln was a small school and that all the teachers get to know all of the students.
What was your favorite subject growing up? Social Studies.
Do have any pets? Yes! A super cute mini labradoodle named Duffy.
Faculty Spotlight - By Julia and Ellie, Grade 8
One person who does not get much recognition for their important work here at our school is Ms. Doherty! As the lady in the office who might give you a snack or arrange your early dismissal, Ms. Doherty does much more than that! Like teachers, her regular day starts before students even arrive at school. But unlike most teachers, Ms. Doherty has to arrange which substitute teachers are going to cover which classrooms. After her morning of searching for substitutes, Ms. Doherty’s school day has only just begun. A few more tasks include: receiving calls from parents, creating schedules, working on the yearbook, proofreading report cards, giving out snacks, letting people into the school, and many, many more things. At the end of the day Ms. Doherty makes sure all the kids know how they are getting home and that everyone is on the bus before the buses leave. While Ms. Doherty does have to do many important and sometimes boring tasks, changing tasks makes her day more interesting. One thing is certain though, without Ms. Doherty, the school would not run as well as it does with her.
Thank you Ms. Doherty!
Another person many people don’t know about is Mr. Clune! Though you probably have never seen him, he actually is responsible for many important tasks at our school. The majority of what he does is behind the “mystery” door in the library. Behind the door, Mr. Clune is responsible for the program with all of the student information. He also has to report to the state about student grades, attendances, and absences. Mr. Clune even helps Ms. Doherty with student schedules. By doing things behind the scenes, Mr. Clune can perform many things that help the school run smoothly and makes life easier for others who already have busy lives. Thanks to Mr. Clune all of the student information is secure!
Dream Big - By King David, Grade 6
Dreaming’s when they can’t stop you from being
The person that you wanna be as a human being
Dreaming’s when they can’t stop you from seeing
The goals ya tryna reach so you better go and reachem
Growing up in Boston surrounded by the ghetto
Little black boy and he’s a part of METCO
Inspired by his friends that try to put him down
But deep down somewhere he knows that he’s special
I dream big everyday like lucid dreams when I
See myself on a bigger stage or balling like Lebron in ‘08
I’m so great instead of admitting they wanna throw hate
I got the world in the palm of my hands watch it rotate
I do it for my fams and my day ones
Rappin the other week tryna get this paper
For the better living now I’m looking in the mirror different
Yes I’m black and they won’t stop me from making a difference
What’s your perception Im dreaming can’t stop me from flexing
Don’t need a necklace cause bling does not decide that I’m wreckless
I’m still spitting still didn’t get the message
For those that doubted the kid I’m sure you learned ya lesson
If you wanna be a nurse or a sprinter
Just have a cool mindset and you’ll be the winner that you
Never thought was in you