Liminal space
2023-24
Liminal Space Blog
LIMIAL: LIM·I·NAL. /ˈLIMƏNL/. ADJECTIVE
1) RELATING TO A TRANSITIONAL OR INITIAL STAGE OF A PROCESS.
2) OCCUPYING A POSITION AT OR ON BOTH SIDES OF A BOUNDARY OR THRESHOLD
3) A PLACE FOR PARADOX WHERE ALL POSSIBILITIES EXISTS AND POTENTIAL FOR TRANSFORMATION IS GREAT
Middle school is a time of transition, a time and space for process and development, and of becoming more of who we are. Our class blog offers a window into what we are creating, learning, practicing, and becoming. Welcome to the 2023-24 Edition.
Writing for fun
First Quarter Submissions to the blog are free-writing assignments. Students chose to share their best work, and were asked to submit up to three writing pieces. We hope you enjoy this collection of prose, poetry, and comic book storytelling.
Shooting Star
By Natalie Spurgeon
As a shooting star passes by
I wonder am I a shooting star?
Could I really be that happy?
I always told myself that when I’m gone
I’ll be a shooting star and come by every night.
I do think I could be that happy.
I just need to accept myself and I’ll grow.
Not everyone is perfect, including me.
Halloween Rocket
By Lila Graham
I’m going on a trip
in my favorite rocket ship
flying through the sky.
Little Einstein,
wait….wait…wait….
Halloween version.
I’m running on a knife.
It’s very scary.
It feels like I’m dying,
Spooky Einstein.
Deja Vu
By Ellie Moreland
Deja Vu is
A strong sensation of familiarity
Or knowing.
I always thought it was a
Creepy feeling although it
Recurs quite often.
Detectives Journal
by Natalie Spurgeon and Lila Graham
My Mind
By Ellie Moreland
My upside down, spun around, messy, goopy, broken mind.
It goes up to down and left to right and somehow finds it’s way to ground.
It is dripping, drooping, dropping all over the place and I can’t make it stop!
But I guess that’s just how my upside down, spun around, messy, goopy, broken mind works.
Attack of Kongzilla
By Jude Small
What to Write
By Bodhi Rosch
I don't know what to write. I definitely don't know what to write. I definitely shamefully don't know what to
write. If you are a criminal and are stealing this book you should just leave it alone because it's not valuable.
Because, I don't know what to write! So if I were a criminal, I would just go steal something else. Because,
I dO- 00p/ Sorry about that. My pencil tip broke. The end.
Bat City
By Ellie Moreland
I nervously walked into the old, broken house. White fog seeped out of each nook and cranny. People popped out of each corner every turn you made. Clowns, ghouls, witches, wizards, all crept towards you curiously. Screamers, jugglers, and crawlers were in the distance waiting for me. I felt trapped. The adrenaline rushed through me as I hurried through the inside and out. I slowly and uneasily walked passed a half open door with loose chains draped around it. All of a sudden I heard a loud BANG, BANG, BANG! I realized something was in the closet. My heart beat rapidly as I ran through the short hall. As I reached the end, a creature popped out and quickly crawled toward me. I looked up and saw an exit shortly ahead. I quickly ran through the door excited for a breath of fresh air. One deep breath of outside air, and I quickly felt relieved. My heart gradually slowed from its rapid pace.