Diary Entry For Mophead (Selina Tusitala Marsh) - by Aleenah

 Mophead Diary Entry

This week, my class have been studying the book Mophead by Selina Tusitala Marsh. We wrote a diary entry when Selina was in a restorative justice discussing her case with one of her bullies. 

Diary Entry

I was sitting in a quiet room, my parents wearing expressions of anger and confusion. MY head low staring at my feet avoiding eye contact. It was the day. The day I might get justice! from my biggest resentment, 'rich girl' Giselle. She gave me hell. Of course, I never told anyone that. Anyways, the clock ticked by to about 1:20 pm. The principal as well as the student counselor entered the room greeting us with a "good afternoon" and "We all know what we are her for". I was so anxious while Giselle was sitting in front of me smirking with her arms and legs crossed. Butterflies were swarming in my tummy. The principal discussed the case between both parents before asking me the bog question. "Why don't you share your side of the story, Selina?". I took a big breath and opened my mouth hoping to say something but just sat there, my mouth hoping to say something but just sat there, my mouth wide open. My eyes watered. My parents quickly embraced me. The principal "Should we continue this restorative justice?" I got myself together. I freed myself from my mother's arms and blurted out everything Giselle had said and done to me. I started with her laughing at me which quickly escalated to when she harassed me calling me 'mophead'. I spoke non stop for a whole minute! I felt relieved. Giselle on the other hand was forced to be suspended for a week but her parents didn't allow it. What a bummer. They did opted to have her punished in their own way. By the end of the meeting, I was smiling with my parents. It was the happiest I've been in a long time.

Picture: Mophead Picture

A Wink and a Blink - by Aleenah, Giselle and Asinate

Yesterday, for Drama my class was instructed to review the tale of Rapunzel. Instead of reading and discussing the story, we separated ourselves into five different groups with artifacts to make a quick but catchy story about it. My group used a crown as our artifact. Here is what came up with.

Letter To A Friend - by Aleenah

Despair Station (The Matchbox Diary) - by Aleenah

Despair Station

Everyone's anxious and tired expressions are depressing. They all seemed like they wanted to die. I couldn't see anyone chatting but instead families were cuddled next to each other. Their eyes are shut hard and their hands are pressed on their ears. The loud voices, crying and thundering hard concrete floor echoed throughout the station. It's been 2 days of agony. It was hard to love this place. Every night I could hear honking of cars and bottle caps clanking on the cement floor.The smell of dirt and unclean bodies is disgusting. Babies were huddled with their mothers. Some people wouldn't fit in the beds so their feet would hang over and would cover paths for people to walk. Though people wouldn't often walk around at night. Everyone prefers to stay where they are. Everyday gets rougher and rougher.  Some men would smoke cigars and the smoke would flow around the room. This made people cough and sneeze. It was terrible. The nights were cold and the blankets were thin. Some parents would use scarves so their children would be warm. I could detect myself starting to get sick. This place is very polluted. It's horrible here. 

Masks Poem - by Aleenah and Classmates

Masks Our Group Recreation

This poem is created by Sheil Silverstain. Sheil is a poet and inspired my group to make a recreation of it as part of our drama unit. Below this text is our work and the original.

 Our Groups Recreation

References

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