Cell Poem

I am bacteria, unicellular

Cytoplasm, ribosomes, and DNA, some of what I acquire

Less complex than a multicellular

However, being a plant cell is what I truly desire

I wish I could say goodbye to the life of a prokaryotic

Perhaps become chloroplast, converting sunlight to energy

Abdicate my position for something exotic

No longer being a nonentity

A whimsical ambition

To be a nucleus containing cell

An unlikely transition

For me to become a membrane bound organelle

I remain a prokaryotic cell

But what I’d truly like is the life of a plant cell

A World So Small You Can Not See

There is a small world out there,

Another imperceptible dimension of creation,

You may not see but they’re everywhere,

They are the foundation,

Of a place that we still ponder.

Only seen under a Microscope,

These bountiful cells wander,

While you sit and hope,

As you may not find,

exactly what you are searching for.

All one of a kind,

None are likely a bore.

Oh these organelle,

Have many names,

You should know very well.

The predominant are the Cell walls as the frames,

And few go through the Cell membrane,

For it is the gatekeeper of the cell.

Cells also contain,

A Cytoplasm of gel.

Of which lies Ribosomes that make protein in a process,

Then the ER sends it away.

The protein is taken to a post office

Golgi Apparatus packages and delivers it as it may.

A cool one is Chloroplast,

It makes food from energy.

And the product i’ve saved for last.

The end result is a fantasy,

It is a whimsical place like you’ve never seen before,

Now you know they will be there forever and more.

Person of Inspiration: Mr. Zimmermann


There are approximately seven billion people in the world. A very small portion of those people inspire me. My parents are two of the people. The one person who inspires me a lot who I’m not related to is Mr. Kurt Zimmermann. He is an amazing trumpet player, a member of the Hanover Wind Symphony, and my band teacher.

Mr. Zimmermann is a great band teacher. He heads the Pep, Marching, Pit, Holiday Ensemble, and many other bands. He uses great puns and jokes in class.

Mr. Zimmermann helped me improve my playing. He taught me my scales. He helped me learn my notes and rhythms. He also taught me a lot of songs on my trombone. Mr. Z, as his students call him, helped me with my tone quality, and he taught me intervals.

His students respect him. In return he treats me and my bandmates with respect and like equals. He is always a fun and cool teacher. Mr. Z makes himself available and does a lot of band events, above and beyond other teachers.

Mr. Zimmermann is the person who inspires me.

Marching Chiefs Hit the Field 2015-2016 Season

Marching Band

This past football season I joined the Marching Chiefs band. It was my first year on the Chiefs; I am an eighth grader in my last year of middle school. My band director Mr. Zimmermann believes in allowing dedicated middle school musicians become members of the varsity marching band and this year I did just that. This season my marching band included six eighth graders (including me) and three seventh graders. We were an integral part of the band.

Band camp happened in the middle of August for five long, hot, days and nights. We rehearsed, learned music, moves, marching, and the bulk of the halftime show during 13 hour plus days at our high school football and softball fields, as well as in the band and chorus rooms. The Friday of Band Camp week, the parents were invited to see the show which was not complete, but definitely better than when we’d started during our first-ever practice in May.

Practices continued after Band Camp Week into the start of the school year in September. Each practice more was added to the show, we changed things, and we continued to make the show better. In fact, every game we made cool changes to our performance so fans would want to stay and watch every time we took the field. We played a great half-time show every game, thanks to our amazing Band Director Mr. Zimmermann and his friends, who put the show together.

We played the music of Styx and Fall Out Boy. The songs we played were “Renegade”, “Centuries”, “Come Sail Away”, and finally “My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark”, in that order.

The show had a mixture of singing and playing which was really cool and a crowd-pleaser. In addition to the music there was choreography including flag work by the color guard and select trumpet, flute, and clarinet players. That part was designed by Fred Moreno who also taught us how to march.

I was at Marching band so much it started to become my life! No complaints!

The season was tremendous and included one marching competition, a marching festival and a trip to West Point Army college.  It was the first time our band competed more than once in a season in recent years. Our first competition we did okay. By the time we competed at the festival at West Point we had improved our scores and earned silver ratings!

Performing at West Point was a great experience for everyone involved in the marching band. We left our school at 4am with everyone really tired, but excited. Despite our early departure we still arrived late due to a missed turn by the bus driver. West Point officials greeted us in a rush and sent us on the field for our practice rehearsal. Afterwards we were allowed to witness the cadet band marching and performing. It was precise and excellent! Later we performed during halftime of the game with a dozen other school bands from all around, plus the West Point bands. We rocked the stadium playing “Shake It Off”, “Sweet Caroline”, and “New York, New York”. I’ll always remember that experience!

The first year of marching band was awesome. Next year’s show is going to be even better and is going to include everyone using a percussion instrument at the end. This will be a challenge for me, but one I’m ready to meet and excel at for my band. Marching Band is the absolute best and I suggest all high school, college, and in some cases middle schoolers join. It was the best thing I ever did!

Marching Band has helped me in a lot of ways. It has forced me to do better on my school work. It has also helped me to memorize things that I learn so if I forget to study or my music drops in the middle of a concert then I won’t be in a lot of trouble.

As the school year comes to a close I get sad for two reasons. First, my band mates and I all like the music and will miss performing it together,  but most of all we are losing all of the seniors and it is hard to watch them leave. Most of them are going to colleges in different states, which is upsetting to me personally because they are great friends. But others are going to college nearby and are going to go to band camp in the summer. I’m glad about that!

Mr. Zimmermann is an amazing teacher. He makes me want to come back every week for marching band because he constantly inspires me and my band. Check out my piece about Mr. Zimmermann here:  https://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=513269286751420039#editor/target=post;postID=6118998447446740342;onPublishedMenu=posts;onClosedMenu=posts;postNum=4;src=postname

What’s Going On In This Picture?

Our car sputtered and came to a stop as I pulled to the side of the road. We were out of gas. Of course this would happen. My two sons and I were going to visit their mother. I live in Pennsylvania, and their mother lives in New Jersey. My wife and I are divorced. I get the children over the summer, and she gets them the rest of the year. It was the end of summer vacation, and my children, Richard and Jaxon, had to go back to school. Richard was in second grade, and Jaxon was in kindergarten.

We took some of the food we brought from my house out of the car and sat by the side of the road. Richard and Jaxon were having fun playing in the grass while I called a car company to come and tow my car. Since we had to wait a while for them to come, I joined in with my sons. I cared deeply for them, and had to make sure they wouldn’t get hurt. We set up a nice little picnic on the side of the road, because it was lunch time, and ate our lunch.

Not much time after we finished our food, we heard a loud noise from above. It was a plane. This wasn’t normal to hear a plane so loud in this area; there were no airports around. Of course, Richard and Jaxon found this cool and didn’t worry, unlike me, because they didn’t know any better. They loved seeing airplanes, and loved watching them soar through the air like a bird. But something wasn’t right. There was smoke coming out of the back of it. It was flying very, very low, and getting lower with each second. Richard covered his ears because of how loud it was. I held Jaxon close to me and pointed into the air. “Boys, that plane is not very cool. It looks like it is about to crash.” I told them. They didn’t understand that we needed to move. It all felt like some movie to them. They watched the plane in awe. I was so scared for them. It was too low. Jaxon grabbed onto my shirt. Clearly, he didn’t find it cool anymore. He looked scared. He now understood.

“Richy! This airplane looks dangerous! We should go somewhere else!” Jaxon yelled at his brother. Richard was way too interested in the plane to even notice his brother was talking to him, and he couldn’t hear because he was covering his ears. This was bad. The plane was getting lower and lower, almost to where we were. I stood up, Jaxon still clinging onto me. I yelled at Richard. “Richard, we need to leave. We can go in the woods. Can you hear me?”

He seemed to notice, because he nodded and stood up, ears still covered. I started to walk, faster than I’ve ever walked before, and Richard was right behind me. I heard the noise getting louder and louder as we walked. This very much worried me, as there might be an airplane right behind us. My ears filled with noise. I couldn’t hear anything. I fell to the ground.     It all happened so fast. I looked behind me to see if my children were alright. I was so scared. As soon as I turned around, I saw a plane. A plane that had just come down in a fiery plane crash. And I couldn’t find Richard. I looked everywhere, except near the plane. Then I looked over. Richard was lying on the ground. He wasn’t moving. He wasn’t breathing. He was dead. I felt tears in my eyes. There was nothing I could do.