From symposia works

DEATH IS NEARBY

This is a collaborative poem written by Grade 7 students on the contents of a “jar.” This jar was a prop that was used to discuss hypothesis formation, as well as segue into a DIY cloud chamber activity for detection of sub atomic particles. – – – I see a narcissist in the jar. In the jar, I see but air and grief. A smart car driven by a sasquatch. Dr. Phil is in the car. I see a small little world in the great big jar. There are lots of Davids doing the tango with a horse and goat in the…

NEW MICROBIAL CREATIONS

(Two pieces written on April 26th, 2010. Everyone in the class had a chance to explore the microbial world with microscopes.) – – – “TRY HARD” It was a rainy day at the marsh and a new difflugia microbe just formed. It looked like a piece of candy – the sound it made was a “crunch” and it smelled very bitter and dusty. Its goal was to build a big strong shell. The marsh it lived in was very muddy so it didn’t really have room to work on its shell. All of a sudden, it sees a rock floating…

COLLABORATIVE CREATIVITY POEM

(Written on January 18th, 2010. Everyone in the class defined either “science” or “writing”. We then compiled them to define creativity.) – – – Creativity is exploring and discovering things unknown to man, the study of life and the literature of learning, discovering new and old things. It is putting your mind on a piece of paper. Creativity is mixing chemicals and trying experiments. It is poetry and books. Without it, the world would not be complete. It’s a way to express yourself in a poem or a song, to make explosions. Creativity is an idea that comes from your…

OUR DREAM AND OTHER PIECES OF MICROBIAL (VERY SMALL) FICTION

Part of our Science Creative Literary Symposia. – – – MY DREAM Hi, my name is Difflugia, and I live by the marshes. My dream is to become a world class swimmer in the microbe Summer Olympics. My older brother says I look like a tadpole because of my sleek body. I am superb at swimming, especially in races. One time, I won first place in the junior microbe swimming tournament! Although I have a bad temper, which makes me prone to smashing objects when I’m angry, people say I am generous because I help microbes that don’t have a…

THE DEFINITION OF SCIENCE AND THE DEFINITION OF WRITING EQUALS THE DEFINITION OF CREATIVITY

Everyone in the class defined either “science” or “writing.” We compiled them to define “creativity.” – – – Creativity is learning, experimenting, teamwork and interest. It is putting things together to make the unknown, a really cool subject because there is no such thing as bad art. It is the unknown world of living things, expressing yourself, and emotions, what you are thinking, and taking risks. Creativity is painting drawing, poetry, learning about nature, the solar system, body, electricity, water, food and plastic. It is a project, something you make that can be a masterpiece to express your feelings. It…

THE DEATH OF A HUMAN HEART AND OTHER ANATOMICAL POEMS

Part of our Science Creative Literary Symposia. – – – THE DEATH OF A HUMAN HEART By Emma Sloan A human heart shall surely break, by the time it’s worldly and frail. From an attack, or An enemy’s deathly siege. Or from yearning for the embrace of a loved one long past. But which is worse? A sudden clogging of the darkened, winding hallways, that snake through one’s host. Or the deep, electric desire of a soul that you know is forever beyond your reach? Myself. I would choose to perish of heartache no matter my age and health. You…

A WHITE BLOOD CELL NAMED BOBBY DUVAL…

This collective story beginning was written during a weeklong science and creative writing camp at the University of British Columbia. For more of the students’ work, please click here. To read their endings do click here and scroll down a bit. – – – Once there was a white blood cell, a special white blood cell, who was special because he was a giant white blood cell. And because he was so big, he could eat pickles, he played midfield for Manchester United, and he loved to help people. His name was Baldie Duval. He lived in a forest in…

CARTESIAN DIVERS

This poem was written during a weeklong science and creative writing camp at the University of British Columbia. For more of the students’ work, please click here. – – – I am in a science lab. It is filled with machines. My diver is just standing still in the water. She doesn’t want to wreck her dress! She looks different from angles through the bottle and I make her move like my brother when he is happy! If I was a deep sea diver, I would like to meet an octopus. I wonder how old a turtle can be!