A Musical Challenge
Everyoneneeds a goal to give meaning and direction to life. Mine was to be a member ofthe New York All-State Band. I play the bassoon, a hard-to-play and lesswell-known member of the woodwind family.
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Bronx Science
On the morning of the first day of school,I reluctantly got out of bed, got dressed, met my friends and went to school.When we walked in, we saw:
A very colorful "scientific" mural thatlooks like a Christ memorial.
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Carnegie Hall
An oboe concert A sounds.
Others joinin.
An old structure becomes new
As music drifts from itsstage.
Violin voices, trumpet fanfares;
All so rich.
Theconductor's baton, the timpani's pulse;
Crisp, as the violins in "TheMagic Flute.
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Fingerpainting
Thesummer before kindergarten, my brother, a few neighborhood friends and I satexcitedly at my family's red picnic table. Feet swinging well above the grass inanticipation, I looked in awe at the great globs of paint my mom poured intotrays.
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Freedom
The world freezes a cold skin over itself
The oaks are all tight andpacked together
Some are weeping, dying from the cold
The oaks want toexpand
The sparrows are all on the ground
They have nowhere to go
Allthey want is to spread their wings and fly
Endlessly into the ...
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Getting the Gator
I cannot help but stare into that green-globe eye, bisected by a slit pupil. Thecreature hisses softly as I remove the weights from the lid of its tank and setthem on the cement floor.
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I'm Modest. Really.
It's here,
my big moment,
my image in thespotlight.
My hands are all clammy, my mind is all dizzy
and my knees arenot doing their job to support me.
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Is Image Everything?
In seventh grade, to put it plainly, I was a loser. Iwas overweight, unathletic, unstylish, short and ugly. I had hardly any friendsand was alone most of the time.
The summer before eighth grade, pubertyset in.
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Lenox, MA
This selection can be found in Teen Ink Friendsand Family, the third in the Teen Ink book series, all available inbookstores nationwide and online. Continue...
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My Hunting Dog
by Ted H., Hartland, ME
Aboutthree years ago my father and I were hunting grouse behind ourhouse.
"Man, this dog is going to be a good one, Ted," Dadsaid.
"Why do you say that?" I asked.
"Look at herwork. She's like a machine.
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Reality and Me
I amsitting alone in the vast, empty auditorium. Chairs and music stands arescattered across the mahogany stage, and yellow light tints everythingbrown-gold.
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The Hidden Enemy: Underwire Bras
The following is a matter of great importance tovirtually all women and possibly even some sumo wrestlers. I have come to theconclusion that underwire bras are the tool of the devil.
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The Time Has Come
Musicals were my life. Iknew from the moment I saw "The King and I" that I would be on-stage,singing and acting, forever. The thought felt so magical, so absolute, I knew ithad to be right.
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To Dance is To Live
ballet isbut a six-letter word
written in such a lovely, beautiful form
to bring asmile to my lips
and tears into my eyes
despite the aches and pains
todance is all that matters
to soar across the stage
as you would soarthrough clouds in the sky
to feel your body ...
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Why Callow Thoughts End
We drove down the old I-80 business loop on our way towhat we expected would be a fun vacation at Kings Peak. We had been planning thistrip all summer, but unexpected events kept postponing the hike. Nothing wasgoing to stop our ascent this time.
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