Miss MacLean's Year 10 Class

What your classmates are reading: Ink Pulsing Through the Veins , Woldingham School After , Morris Gleitzman Arctic Adventure...

It happens. Will it go on? ---- My mind a rock, No fingers to grip, no tongue, My god the iron lung That loves me, pumps M...

Those moments, tasted once and never done, Of long surf breaking in the mid-day sun. A far-off blow-hole booming like a gun- Th...

PART ONE I THE wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas, The road ...

Apple-green west and an orange bar, And the crystal eye of a lone, one star . . . And, "Child, take the shears and cut what you...

Expect nothing. Live frugally On surprise. become a stranger To need of pity Or, if compassion be freely Given out Tak...

When I was a kid I used to think that pork chops and karate chops were the same thing I thought they were both pork chops and because...