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Open Collaborative Writing Time There are twelve pictures on poster boards and on the tables in the room. Compose a Tweet (short caption) about the pictures. If you like yours, post it on the bulletin board beside the picture you’ve Tweeted about. Then, you may want to reply to others’ Tweets about the pictures, by posting your reply under theirs. Write a Tweet about this photo. http://photography.nationalgeographic.com/photography /photo-of-the-day/bride-and-groom/ Central High School Off the one-way lane on a nearby terrace a ceremony was underway. The flowers were decorative, although matched to nothing and the vivid bright were backed by washed-out creams. They didn’t intend to get married, after years of hidden caresses, they never expected their relationship to grow. Death does strange things to people in this instance it brings them together. Yes, Kacie and Demetri are married on this day due to tragedy. They decided to change a tragic memory to a beautiful one. Although the time was the best of times, Demetri knew what was to come. The very darkest of words. However, today their future was hopeful. James, Demetri’s best man was on the bathroom floor, with a bottle of champagne, ice, and a maid whose name he couldn’t remember. They had the time of their life on a cold, dark December. Memories of past times came up to the surface, of past lives of past lovers of the never ending swirl of time. Yet their hidden love story could not be far away anymore. It was finally time to have the fairytale. Where she could be beautiful and he could be handsome. The only thing missing was family blessing. Yet for all they cared they were in love. Finally a wish came true. Write a Tweet about this photo. http://photography.nationalgeographic.com/photography /photo-of-the-day/dandelion/ Benton High school “These are for wishing, Anne Marie. These are for dreams.” I closed my eyes. I could hear her voice, even after all these years. It carried on the wind, a series of musical notes in the warm summer breeze. It caressed my shin as she once had. It kissed my cheeks as she once did; it whispered things she used to speak to me. It was all gone now. The warmth, the feelings, the love of a mother was supposed to give their child, but mine was gone vanished, with her. I wished I had more than just that painful memory of her leaving me. I came home, mother and father fighting, as usual, but this time she was crying and screaming. Her belongings all packed up into boxes the size of me. At first I didn’t know, but she was leaving by force. What was wrong this time? Did I do something to cause all this? All I long for is for her to come back. I held on to the magical flower like it was the answer to the world’s problems. The memories of a life spent with someone who only cared, but couldn’t stay long. I would give anything for one more day, but I knew that couldn’t happen so I closed my eyes and drew a breath. “One, two, three!” I counted and blew. “I wish she would know that I love her. No matter what, you’ll always be with me, if not in person, but in my heart, Please God, let her know that.” I whispered as the beautiful seeds scattered over the ground. Platte County High School Sometimes I like to sit and think about the old days, when I was six and it was a big deal if you could blow all the wishes off a dandelion. The old days where you could sit for hours making sure you made that perfect wish. The one for the pony you’ve always wanted, or the new deluxe Barbie Doll that just came out that all the other girls already had. One wish, one chance. What happened when you couldn’t blow the entire flower top away? In the old days you could just pluck another dandelion and start over, hoping that this time you could blow furry seeds away. But, it’s not the old days anymore. You can no longer pick another dandelion and begin again. In the present I have no dandelion to wish upon, no star to attach a wish, only now. Now the present, now the pain, no forgetting my dreams I held so dear. Write a Tweet about this photo. http://photography.nationalgeographic.co.uk/photograph y/photo-of-the-day/henna-hands-jaipur/ Mid-Buchanan My hands illustrate my life. They may not be beautiful to you, but to me they mean something. The res on the tips of my fingers represent the blood for the people in my village who were killed. I held my daughters limp; blood drenched bodies in my hands till it stained. I don’t live a very happy life. I have lived through a lot. They came and destroyed my village leaving hundreds dead. I am the last one left, and I intend on taking my revenge for my people, my family, and myself. They will not go unpunished. In three days we will ride to war. The excitement rushed through the town. The night before they rode to war they were attacked again. This time they all died. Write a Tweet about this photo. http://photography.nationalgeographic.com/photography /enlarge/penguins-underwater-antarctica.html West Platte High School Scattered out like spilled skittles, the penguins surrounded the big underwater donut. They were amazed that such a delicious thing had graced its presence in their ocean. They swam through the hole, broke through the water and landed on the soft cushion of the fluffy donut. They were mesmerized by the sudden stickiness. One penguin took a bite and discovered the stickiness was a sweet substance. The penguin told the others and they began to eat the donut. As they got half way through the donut became mushy and soggy. They were saddened. They watched morose, as the soggy half-a-donut sank to the ocean floor. Then they swam back up through the hole and returned to their old, boring, fish filled lives. Mid-Buchanan High School One cold arctic day several families of penguins plunged into the chilling waters. Scouring for food in uncharted places that they’ve never seen before the females hunted like they hadn’t eaten in weeks. They spread their wings and swam toward the light. As they swam the sea gave off beautiful colors of green, yellow, blues, like nothing most people have seen before. With the penguins, it was almost dreamlike. They began doing something that appeared to be a dance. Their dance was beautiful. They were happy to see a break in the ice. Once they broke through completely they plunged into the waters and ate like they never ate before. All of them were happy and full. They would never hunger again. Central High School The light was something I’d been curious about ever since I could remember. I’d swim around, admiring that small hole of bright wonder for as long as I could remember. My parents always told me it was dangerous, but their authority could never contain my curiosity. I decided one day with my group of friends that we’d find out what went beyond the surface. That was the day that changed my life forever. I had to know what was beyond my sheltered boring life. Of course I need rules and boundaries, something to keep me safe, but I kept swimming either way. I had to get at. I just had to because if I didn’t life as I knew it would be completely over. I didn’t want that. I wanted more. I wanted everything I could have. My little body whipped, lashed and struggled and thrived. Though my beak led the way my heart was ahead of myself. My friends gurgled air in encouragement. We were going to escape, be free and find our very own selves. In all my excitement and acceleration all I really cared about was my palpating heart. Then TINK! What? TINK! The call came too late. Two great jaws of black plunged down into the water, beads of saliva floating about it. Pearl white teeth bit at me, crunched. Write a Tweet about this photo. http://photography.nationalgeographic.com/photography /photo-of-the-day/puu-oo-vent-pod/ Platte County High School “How could this have happened?” Dexter murmured incredulously, staring out the helicopter window as he and his team where whisked away. It all started twenty years ago, my brother had just died in a hover car accident with a plane, he always did like flying too high. He was a risk taker at heart and as a child it began. Whether he was dared to eat a bug or to scare the neighbors he always carried through. Fright never entered his eyes, even as he faced death. I remember the last thing my brother said to me was “Fear is for the weak, and the uninspired.” I eagerly urged him not to take this particular trip. I knew the feeling in my gut had a purpose it was far too strong not to. When he took off that morning mom and dad and I watched, as we weren’t scheduled to see him again for 18 months. Write a Tweet about this photo. http://photography.nationalgeographic.com/photography /photo-of-the-day/snaefellsnes-peninsula-iceland/ Platte County High School I have been walking for miles, and this is the first morning that I have seen such a hopeful sky in my path. This journey has been quite long, but under this blue sky I feel captured by the colors that wash overhead. I wonder why every event I have been through has led me here, on this journey. Since I left my family, I’ve taken on a whole new perspective. Life is more delicate, I value people much more, or at least I will when I come upon someone again. It seems as though I have walked forever, yet I feel I am meant to be here, as though all my footsteps, all my questioning turns have not been for nothing. The intertwining colors of the sky call out to my heart. It tells a story I can heat, yet I understand. I understand that u must now follow the path of the sky, the path that has been laid here for me. There’s no turning back now. I must forge a new path and carry on. Mid-Buchanan “When the clouds coil in the sky, my son you shall be ready.” His words echoed in my mind as I watched the cloud Gods writher in agony, twisting themselves to impossible angles. I was born to the tribe of Saz-Lalit, the last of mankind. Regents say we were marooned in this world by great flying mountains which carried our ancestors to the stars. The elders whispered that one day a great boom in the sky would signal the coming of our ship and salvation, but in the meanwhile, we were dead to this world and it showed that to us by the foreboding climate and nightly raids of primitive creatures resembling shadows and nightmares. My name was Jimbo, and I was the son of Galenarigen. Our family held the tiger blood, and we were renown for our warriors. Warriors who stood bravely before all. Our warriors provided my family with large amounts of protection. The eldest man pointed up to the sky and began to shake. I went over to the man and began to shake him to get him to answer. All he did was point to the sky, and I saw it. The people screamed they thought the end was near, but I calmed them down and said, “this is just the beginning my people.” Write a Tweet about this photo. http://photography.nationalgeographic.com/wallpaper/p hotography/photos/best-pod-june-09/snoqualmie-falls/ Maryville High School One day my brother and I decided to go fishing out on the rocks. We packed up our tuna fish sandwiches and departed for the sea. We were riding our bicycles and my brother got a flat tire. “Oh no a flat tire,” was at that was said. We weren’t anywhere close to a town, just out in the middle of the country, when we met a time traveling gnome. He asked where we were going, and we told him. He transported us to a magical ocean under a green sky. When we turned to ask where we were, the gnome was gone. We discovered we were alone in this strange place. “Might as well fish,” my brother said. We were both soon wary of the strange, sparkly landscape around us. The grass was a glittering gold and was spotted with bright red stones here and there. We climbed out to some rocks in the midst of the thick, lime water. For hours we stood, hoping the gnome would return or we’d at least catch a fish. Three hours later and both came true. There was a heavy tug on my line that I reeled in with much grunting and heaving. To our disbelief, the gnome was hooked to my fishing pole by his ponytail. He sputtered out, “What are you fools doing?” As I stared in disbelief I though back to what Luke Skywalker would do. Then all the pieces began to fit together. The little green gnome was really Yoda. No way was I going to let Yoda go. I won’t tell you how Yoda died, but now he rests on my Star Wars shelf next to my first edition light saber. Write a Tweet about this photo. http://photography.nationalgeographic.com/photography /photo-of-the-day/spitfire-lake-reflection-pod/ Leblond High School Lonely was never the word to describe the Island of Waken. It was full of people and entertainment. The one thing that made the island special was there was a hill and on that hill was the one tree on the entire island. Philosophers had theorized that hundreds of years before civilization the top of the tiny hall was the only thing that showed above the water. This was a product of time. Gradually, the water rose, and slowly corrupted the civilization as it took the only land that was obtainable to them. One day, before the water rose up above the ground the only people left on the island tried to escape so they built a raft and started floating south. They were all eaten which is what inspired the movie Piranha 3D. Write a Tweet about this photo. http://photography.nationalgeographic.com/photography /photo-of-the-day/maho-beach-st-maarten/ Maryville High School It was a beautiful, sunny day at the beach. Sure I would rather be with my friends than my mom and little brother, but when the weather is this perfect, who is complaining. I laid on my towel, soaking in the sun, listening to my brother splash in the waves. Suddenly a chill ran through my body. I had long since learned to trust my wild, primitive instincts so I sat up swiftly and looked around. My Hawk like vision picked up an almost impermeable threat. A mid-size plane was hovering over our heads. I knew what had to be done. I opened my mouth and let out an ear splitting scream. All those who heard it understood my message. “There is a midsize plane attacking. It would be in your best interests to evacuate before you are incinerated.” Then it hit me. Running wouldn’t get us anywhere, well besides from point A to point B. The best idea was to bury our heads in the sand, like ostriches. As I began to dig a hole for my brother, I remembered what they said on the airplanes. “Help yourself before assisting you child.” So, I did exactly that. I started burying my head in the sand and did not look back. I was concerned for my brother, but I didn’t look back. I had to save myself from the plane. My brother died, but I saved myself. Write a Tweet about this photo. http://photography.nationalgeographic.com.au/photogra phy/photo-of-the-day/terraced-earth-india-pod/ Central High School “Why did he want me to meet him here?” Josh thought to himself as the helicopter circled the small white building. The hillside formed waves of green around the building. It was a quiet place, a little too quiet for someone wanting to meet at. Josh started to feel a little anxious as the helicopter circled back around and once again flew over Josh’s head. He checked his watch and realized that Marcus was fifteen minutes late. Looking around, he just saw the green fields and the helicopter coming towards him once more. This time as it passed, a small box was dropped that landed thirty feet away. Instantaneously Josh ran to the box that was now beat up on the ground. The box held a key and a note that was even more misleading than the rest of the situation. “Don’t come back until you’ve found it.” Josh wouldn’t be able to return to this spot until he had stepped foot on every single country’s land and experienced great depths of soul searching. The horizon was loudly bright and mundane, but quietly desolate. Write a Tweet about this photo. http://photography.nationalgeographic.com/photography /photo-of-the-day/venetian-gardens-lily-pads/ Cameron High School The lily pad is on the water. It floats delicately, until boom! It bursts into flames and morphs into a small green creature. It was the scariest sight anyone could ever see. That relating scene suddenly transformed into a mass of chaos as every other lily pad repeated what we had just witnessed. And just when I thought it was over, the little green creatures stared around, sat in “The Thinker” pose and grew larger. What used to be a pond full of lily pads, went to a pond of small green creatures, and is now a pond of rather larger green creatures with horns. They stare at me, and I am filled with fear, but yet they just stand peacefully, the water circling their ankles. The fear, turns into tranquility. Then I remember what they once were. And the thought comes to me, how could these creatures be anything, but peaceful? They are indeed beautiful, and majestic. I walk away, no longer afraid. Central High School “The ethereal love that we share with each other is a buoyant force that must transcend to the heavens.” The rubbery green lips of the elder pursed wisely, “that is why our homes float.” Raindrops speckled the lily pad village. They formed puddles on leafy awnings and made weeds bloat up and wilt. The grasshopper messengers clicked about the water’s surface on the heels of Helios, chirping as they went. The dragonflies skipped across the pond, humming along with the beat of the rain that tapped on the water. As the rain continued to pelt them, all that the habitat could translate were symphonies. Symphonies that could transcend the love they had spawned for each other. And so the waited for the better days. The rain that brought them symphonic joys and love brought their neighbors irritation. They were tired of all of this sickening love and symphony. They packed up and left for a place that fit them better. Write a Tweet about this photo. http://photography.nationalgeographic.com/photography /photo-of-the-day/tuareg-tribesman-libya-pod/ Savannah High School “Look, I’m not sure what you did to tick off the big guy but, in case you haven’t noticed, this is a freaking desert! What happened to the land of milk and honey dude? You see this sand? This isn’t what I had in mind. Look, I don’t care if I’ll be enslaved and beaten; I’m going back to Egypt.” “The Lord doth but test us,” Moses said. “His power shall sustain us in our time of deprivation.” “Poppy-cock! Deprivation is when there is too little food and too many beatings, not when there is too much sand and too much theology. Then suddenly from the depths of the sea emerged a monstrous kraken. “Ba ga” it yelled. “Wait, there is no sea here,” said Moses. The Kraken then rose his Kraken-like-Kraken arms “if you want the promise land, then you must travel to Libya! Photo Credits Thanks to Christie Leigan, Prairie Lands Writing Project Program Director, for locating the photos we are using at today’s opening session. She downloaded the photos on 3/7/2011 from the National Geographic photo web site. Urls for the 12 images used today are listed below them.
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