â€œGo Go Go!!!â€
â€œPass it back, Pass it back!!!â€
â€œRun! Heâ€™s coming!â€
â€œHurry up!Hurry up!â€
â€œ1 2 3 4 5!â€
â€œAre you it?!â€
â€œHurry up Anna!â€
â€œAnna look out! Iâ€™m gonna jump!â€
â€œI am! Sheâ€™s coming!â€
â€œAaah! Iâ€™m going!â€
â€œAaah! Look out Anna! â€œIâ€™m gonnaâ€”â€
â€œWhere are my glasses? I canâ€™t find my glasses!â€
â€œHere! Iâ€™m so sorry Anna! Iâ€™m sorry Iâ€™m sorry Iâ€™m sorry!â€
â€œYou guys! What happened?!â€
â€œAre you guys okay?!â€
â€œI jumped and she tried to get out of the way and it didnâ€™t work and I landed on her.â€
â€œAre you okay?!â€
â€œI donâ€™t knowâ€¦ It was mostly just so scary.â€
â€œOhMyGodTerrifying! I was falling on you and I couldnâ€™t do anything about it!â€
â€œI know, oh my god!â€
â€œAnnaâ€¦ Iâ€™m so sorry! Are you sure youâ€™re okay?! Iâ€™m so sâ€”â€œ
â€œMo! Iâ€™m okay! Itâ€™s fine! I donâ€™t blame you!â€
â€œNo! I should haveâ€”â€
â€œNo! You warned me; I should haveâ€”â€
â€œAre you trying to guilt-trip her, Anna?!â€
â€œShe is notâ€”â€œ
â€œI am notâ€”â€œ
â€œShh, Jonah! Shut up!â€
â€œAre you okay, Mo?â€
â€œWhy donâ€™t you ask Anna?! I landed on her!â€
â€œAnna are you okay?â€
â€œAnna Iâ€™m so sorry!!!â€
â€œMo, youâ€™re holding your shoulder.â€
â€œAnna! Youâ€™re limping!â€
â€œNo Iâ€™m not!â€
â€œNo Iâ€™m not!â€
â€œAre you okay?â€
â€œIâ€™m fine! I just landed on it.â€
â€œIâ€™m fine! Itâ€™s just a little bit sore.â€
â€œItâ€™s swollen a bit and kind of red.â€
â€œYou should have someone look at it and see how if there is any bruising.â€
â€œIt hardly hurts.â€
â€œDoesnâ€™t look like that.â€
â€œItâ€™s fine! Anna, Iâ€™m so sorry!â€
â€œNo, Iâ€™m so sorry! I should have moved!â€
â€œI shouldnâ€™t have jumped!â€
â€œMike? Do we have any ice? My shoulder isâ€¦ sort of a burny kind of feeling.â€
â€œIâ€™ll go look next door.â€
â€œHere Mo, Iâ€™ll give you some arnica.â€
â€œThank you, Doctor Mel! â€¦Here, Iâ€™ll be your other arm!â€
â€œOw! Donâ€™t touch! Please donâ€™t touch!â€
â€œIâ€™m sorry! Iâ€™m sorry! Iâ€™m so sorry!â€
â€œItâ€™s fine, Jin. Just please donâ€™t touch.â€
â€œIâ€™m so sorryâ€”â€
â€œItâ€™s fine. Really!â€
â€œOh, Anna, Iâ€™m so sorry! Are you sure youâ€™re okay?â€
â€œMo! I donâ€™t blame you! I should have moved! You warned me!â€
â€œNo! I should haveâ€”â€
Two days after the most fun week of September we spent in Portland, Iâ€™m thinking about all the amazing things we did and saw. Itâ€™s impossible to try to narrow it down and write about one thing, but Iâ€™ll do my best.
Lying down in my sleeping bag surrounded by friends and classmates on the top story of OMSI (The Oregon Museum of Science and Industry), I remember looking out of the big glass pane at the city lights and Willamette River, thinking that just that morning I was in Bellingham saying goodbye to my family and since then we have driven across Washington state (with classmates singing the whole way). I lay back and enjoy the scene while a tram moves silently up the hill to the medical school in the distance. No matter what we did or where we went I was always having fun.
While in Portland, Oregon, Cascades Middle School had a sudden change of plans, it turned out they were going to meet Cascadia middle. â€œI enjoyed meeting up with another Montessori school, they were all very nice,â€ says Gabriel from Cascades.
There were about 22 kids, both 7th and 8th grade, and after a long walk with Cascadia on Wednesday the 29th the students were all tired so the teachers decided that they all should go to Powellâ€™s books. They all paired up in groups and went on to their book browsing.
All of the Cascade students were very sad to depart from the Cascadia students, but three days later Cascades teacher Mike took them for a surprise trip to Cascadia School for breakfast. â€œTheir classroom was very shiny and they had super massive playground.â€ Says Cascades student Jin.
All the students ate bagels and yogurt and ran around on the playground while the teachers all had a very nice and orderly conversation. At the end of the day the Cascadia students showed them an array of skits, and then they had to bid adieu.
The IMAX Theater
Giggling, we stand in line staring at the gigantic record-like player, behind thick glass, that holds our film. A lady in a uniform tells us to carefully walk up to the theater. We rush through the hallway, gradually twisting up. We are suddenly in a massive theater. The ceiling surrounds us. We are completely enclosed in the gray-blue screen. The speakers play a soft melody in the background. We climb up a steep stairway between isles of seats to the top. All around us there is the hazy screen. We look down on the dark seats below, laughing for no reason except that we are so happy to be here with our friends.
The other visitors file in and scatter around the huge auditorium. I take out my shiny blue camcorder and attempt to capture the excitement we feel in this new place: the feeling of freedom away from our parents and chores, and the usual schedule. In this new city, with these people with whom we work so well, I try to capture it all for those absent.
A man walks onto the stage and, in a unenthusiastic voice, that suggests he has said this same thing a hundred times, shows us the exits in case of an emergency. I hear the rustle of his suit as he walks off the stage. An image bursts onto the screen and we scream with pleasure and surprise, then melt into giggles. A few rows down, the boys poke each other and roll their eyes at us. The image fades to black and an underwater scene appears. A bumpy gray fish swims lazily into the camera’s vision. We settle into our seats and watch as Johnny Depp and Kate Winslet begin to tell us about the ways of life under the ever-changing surface of the sea.