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What a successful showing! Check out the displays put together by the World History: Prehistory through the Middle Ages class on this night of food, families, and fun!
NOT SHOWN: Philosophers of Ancient Greece
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**Writings is a series of posts, as we close out 2017, featuring work by the teen writers participating in our Teen Day program. **
Frozen
The algae swirled like a cloud of mist as I plunged into it. The ducks fluttered and squawked. It wasn’t far now, but it was cold, very cold. The snow covered, and wisps of it swirled down from the sky. Something shuffled in the bushes. Fear ran through me. I froze, and began to sink into icy depths of the river.
—Takoda Warner
**Writings is a series of posts, as we close out 2017, featuring work by the teen writers participating in our Teen Day program. **
Waking Up in the Morning
Everything was still and quiet, when all of a sudden, I was swept with a feeling of agony. I peek open my eyes with caution and a sudden flash of light like lightning pierces my eyes, momentarily blinding me. I’m still awakening from a slumber and I can just barely make out this shrill, beeping noise that’s getting louder by the second. My eyes burning and ears ringing, I try to get up but I feel like I’m being crushed by a sack of sand. I wave my hand around to find the alarm, and I press the snooze button. I gasp with relief and collapse back onto my cozy mattress, as I drift back to sleep.
—Henry Moran
**Writings is a series of posts, as we close out 2017, featuring work by the teen writers participating in our Teen Day program. **
The Fire
A single flame leapt up from among the bed of glowing coals. They were spread, some big some small, across the inside of the fireplace. Their tops were black, their bottoms orange, like something hiding in the depths of a dark cave. The fire tinkled like crackling ice, and whispery bits of ash fluttered down from the largest coal, grey, until they hit the bed of embers and shivered away. It looked like a newly uncovered jewel, with bits of dull black stone still clinging to its glowing surface. The fire was a quiet, curled up cat, nestled in a calm night. A night in which the stars would wink out at you in pleasantly unexpected ways and the trees would sway reassuringly in a slight breeze. Leaves would crinkle softly under your feet, and all around bushes would whisper secrets to you.
—Emily Warner
**Writings is a series of posts, as we close out 2017, featuring work by the teen writers participating in our Teen Day program. **
Childhood Memory
I’m around 8 right now, and I am in my grandfather’s airplane. It’s a nice sunny day, not many clouds. I am getting a wonderful view by looking out the window at Vermont. Everything looks so tiny. The green trees, the houses, the cars. It makes me feel like I am the ruler of the world. My brother is sitting next to me also looking out the window. I watch as we fly around, admiring it the whole time.
It comes time to turn around and my grandpa turns to me and says, “Would you like to fly the plane?”
“Yes!” I reply, practically jumping out of my seat with excitement. I climb over into the passenger seat. Before I get started, Grandpa tells me that I can only touch the steering wheel, and I can only move it a little bit to keep it steady. I nod my head since I know that this is expensive and one wrong move and I can crash it. Then he puts the headset on me and shows me how to talk to him through it.
The feeling when Grandpa put it on was awe. I couldn’t believe I was about to fly an airplane. Then he tells me through the headset that I can take a hold of the wheel. Trying not to let my excitement overcome my focus, I grab it.
And then I begin to fly.
I have been steering the plane for a while, my Grandpa occasionally adjusts it when I turn it a little too far to one side. I sit there, feeling ecstatic and relaxed as we head back towards the airport, where my parents and my Grandma wait.
We get close enough that I can see the airport and then Grandpa asks that I leave the passenger seat and sit in the back so I don’t mess up the landing and him talking to air traffic control. I sit back, still really happy that I got to fly the plane.
We land safely on the runway and Grandpa moves the plane to where it needs to be and then we get out. I run to the lobby, where my parents and Grandma are waiting since I cannot wait to tell them what I got to do.
—Riley Knapp
TEEN DAY Ithaca 