Memories To Be Shared

Roman Bandits

By: Louis Lubbering

The task is not simple if you judge

Jerusalem's Thorn, But

a different version to the fields below

What we call Bandits rendezvous

On their way he is a number painted in red

holding on to the rose

The river produced by erosion

in Bandits interlude

Now is not the time to say

bandoleer in solitude and dread

To the mess they made

in the only Bandits Holiday

They take their crime

Away Away Away

To Roman Bandits

everyday

The Apocalypse

By: Anonymous

We’ve seen movies

We’ve read books

We know how it looks.

Only, it didn’t come from zombies

It didn’t come from comets

It didn’t even come from crazy wildlife irregularities.

It’s a flu.

Crazy to think that the flu has shut down the world.

Crazy to think that the flu has made school a prison

Well more than normal

We used to be able to go out and not say “oh dang it I forgot my mask”

We used to be able to escape our lives at school.

A place where there were really only two things that mattered.

Your friends and

Your grades.

Either way I guess we should get used to it.

Because it’s the New Normal.

c h a n g e

By: Gabriela Martinez

we all want change.

we all need change.

this world that we live in,

it could be so much more.

the change that we need would make us better,

the change that we need helps everyone.

our people are strong.

we have the ability to make this world a better place.

this world WAS an amazing place,

what happened to that?

i know we are all good on the inside.

i know we stand for more than just color.

we just make justice happen.

we need to make peace happen.

when can they breathe freely?

when will anyone be able too?

we are so much more than color.

we could be so much better if we all come together.

Mr. Lube

By: Gia Garcia

Mr. Lube

Your heart made of gold;

your smile so genuine and comforting.

Every time I would stroll past your room, you would wave and greet me

as if I was one of your students.

I would look around at all the paintings you made

and be inspired to be more creative.

Even though your room was always crowded,

it felt like home.

There was love and affection dispersed throughout your room.

All of my friends that had you as a teacher would tell me about how much they loved and

respected you.

You were an outstanding teacher and an even better person.

A Short Story of an Old Friend

By: Isabella Figueroa

Sadly, I wasn’t a student of Mr. Lube’s, but I did attend numerous amounts of open labs. That room to me was like being on another planet. Yes, there were many other open labs in the school-- when you went to Ms. Allie’s room you really had to work on math and when you went to Mrs. Garza’s room had to be working on some type of science. When you entered Mr. Lube’s room, you really did enter into another world. I’m not just saying that because everything was everywhere in that room. I found it so fascinating that everywhere you looked, there was a different color. Whether it be a bright orange to a sad grey looking color, there was always a different color every time you turned your head. That room was the only room in the school where you could escape the Incarnate Word stress and the loads and loads of homework. You could just sit in a chair and just draw. You didn’t have any responsibilities in that room. It really was every girls comfort spot in a world of chaos. Thank you Mr. Lube for creating a wonderful place where we could escape from the real world and step into a world of bright pigments and surreal magic we created together.

Mr. Lube

By: Olivia Rodriguez

We miss your presence

We miss your mind

We miss your wisdom

We hope to find

A way to cope with these empty feelings

That we have left behind.

We miss your dedication

We miss your art

But most of all

We miss your heart,

Which was filled with love for each of your students

we hope we never grow apart.

Words

By: Alexandra Camarera

Words will never be enough

To describe the angel heaven received

Mr. Lube was so much more than words

Mr. Lube was kind, caring, and loving

Teacher, Veteran, Artist

Words that described him

But not who he was

To me he was a smiling face

Someone willing to help all

No matter the expense

Someone who saw happy accidents

And no mistakes

Only works of art

Gone too soon

But not forgotten

Loved by all

An unforgettable teacher

Thanks for the memories

Love, Incarnate Word