B. L. Gray Junior High Library
Welcome to the B. L. Gray Jr. High library, a place that promotes literacy, advocates for enjoyable independent reading, facilitates the ethical use of technology, and encourages a lasting, individualized learning experience with all forms of informational resources.
Monday - Thursday 7:30 A.M. - 4:30 P.M.
Friday: 7:30 A.M. - 4:00 P.M.
Wenndy Pray, Librarian - 956-580-5333 Ext. 1654Intellectual Freedom Statement: B. L. Gray Library "actively advocates and educates in defense of intellectual freedom—the rights of library users to read, seek information, and speak freely as guaranteed by the First Amendment. Intellectual freedom is a core value of the library profession, and a basic right in our democratic society. A publicly supported library provides free, equitable, and confidential access to information for all people of its community." (Adapted from ALA website.)
Mrs. Pray Talks Bullying
Avoiding a bully is difficult. Building each other up and seeking help doesn't have to be. (Skip to 6:07.)
1st Place Prose
“The Notes of My Song”
I can feel the music. It can be felt down to my bones, reaching out towards every living cell in my body to join together and create one harmonious chord that sets the foundation of who I am, who I stand for, and who I’m truly meant to be.
I can see the music. I can see it change and touch the lives all around me, reforming one’s heart, mind, and soul; renewing what was thought to be broken but instead giving new opportunities and to those who seek and need it.
I can taste the music. It can be tasted through my bittersweet tears, escaping my glassy eyes, and cascading down my sun-kissed face as the still and ever so present sound of silent comforts me on the nights when nothing is truly enough. When everything comes to a standstill and at the apex of that very moment, I feel content and at home again.
I can smell the music. I can smell it through the fragrance of arising pride within my chest as the band plays, and I gallantly walk through the familiar hallways, past the double doors of the school, and finally being able to reminisce at the thirteen long years of hard work and diligence and never looking back.
I can hear the music. I can hear it when the church bells ring and I get lost into his gaze, my eyes still flickering in complete awe as we promise to ourselves and to each other forever.
And even as the lingering aroma of death and flowers hang onto the air they breathe, in the land speckled with tombstone graves, it’s that final melancholy song that puts us under the ground, six feet under; when our song that we’ve danced, sang, cried to comes to a complete stop.
2nd Place Poetry
“Be Your Own Song”
Stop trying to be a celebrity,
you know it’s not a necessity
You only live momentarily,
so fulfill your destiny.
Stop trying to fit in,
Throw that idea in the bin.
Sometimes you have to look within.
Stop using artificial skin.
Stop trying to be somebody’s twin.
Some time soon you should begin
to play the violin.
You know, to give your life a spin.
You could also try to be yourself
And bring some pride to oneself.
I know it’s hard to bear
Maybe you’ll get a couple glares,
but soon enough I swear,
They’ll be no one to compare
So play your own music,
get rid of the illusion.