The Published Arrow is Here!!!

You can pick up your copy in the middle school office. Enjoy and thank you so much to all the students who made The Online Arrow as well as the published magazine possible – you are total champions!!!

Have a great summer!!!

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Some photo submissions…beautiful!

 

Afsana D. ’23

Afsana D. ’23

Afsana D. ’23

Ellie K. ’26

Ellie K. ’26

Ellie K. ’26

 

Mariam M. ’26

 

Mariam M. ’26

 

Mariam M. ’26

 

Mariam M. ’26

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Only two weeks of school left!!! And more great art!!! Double Yay!

Ben N. ’26

Ashley C. ’24

 

Sophie R. ’24

Kareena P. ’26

Rebecca I. ’25

Zena H. ’26

Sydney M. ’26

Mateen N. ’23

Rick R. ’23

Fishing Flies by Evan J. ’24 with Beckett J. ’24

 

Enya W. ’24

 

Isaiah N. ’23

 

Cam G. ’24

 

Giulia S. ’25

 

Annika D. ’26

 

Emmanuelle K. ’26

 

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Happy Weekend! Please enjoy more visual art from our talented middle schoolers.


Amy K. ’23, Andy Black

 


Travis K. ’24

 


Calliope Y. ’26, Self-portrait

 

Ella S. ’23

 

JT G. ’23 with Cyrus A. ’23 and Benjamin L. ’23, Graphic Design Project

 

Fiona P. ’26, Self-portrait

 

Alessia S. ’25

Danny S. ’23

 

Mason L. ’26, Self-portrait

 

Akshi K. ’23

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Visuals from Math and Science!

Hackley students create cool visuals for math and science too, like this science project and like these Spinners from Mr. Temple’s class:

Fiona P. ’26

Jack L. ’25


Arjun V. ’25

 

Ava M. ’25

 

Alex B. ’25

 

Brooke M. ’25

 

DD Q. ’25

 

Matthew  G.  ’25

 

N’Darri P. ’25

 


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Sunny Day Art!

Sarah R. ’26, Self-portrait

 

Afsana D. ’23

Afsana D. ’23

 

David  L. ’26, Self-portrait

 

Caroline D. ’24

 

Jake K. ’26

 

Ellie K. ’26

Ellie K. ’26

 

PJ M. ’26, Self-portrait

 

Will L. ’26

 

Lotte S. ’23

 

Akshi K. ’23

 

Giulia S. ’25

Giulia S. ’25

Justin D. ’26, Self-portrait

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Rainy Day Poems

I was Born on a 4 Square Foot Houseboat

by: Fiona P. ’26

 

I was born on a 4 square foot houseboat off

the coast of Java

I grew up on the foothills of Cambodia

 

I was born all grown up

My mother had a braid as long as her memory

She wrapped me in her hair,

cut it off,

and died.

Her hair was healing

It gave me death

So I could live

 

I Have Powers

by: Keira P. ’26

I have powers, powers that no

one can see, a power too strong

to describe, this power is me

I like me.

 

I am an apple

by: Juno Y. ’26

 

I am an apple.  A worm bites through me and I die.

I am an orange.  My skin is peeled off and I die.

I am a lemon.  My innards are squeezed out and I die.

I am a kiwi.  I am sliced in half and I die.

I am a blue raspberry.  I am crushed and I die.

I am a blueberry.  A thumb squishes me and I die.

I am a grape.  My heart is pulled out and I die for the final time.

 

Endless

by: Afsana D. ’23

 

This salty, vast, expanse

That’s all many knew.

The wind howling,

Waves churning and peaking,

Crashing against the rocks

I stare out at this expanse

As I have been for years

The wind

Biting away at my bricks,

I’ve seen things over the decades

People come, people go

Birds make their homes on my head

Sunrise, sunset

Sunrise, sunset

Over and over again

I lead them home

Always have

Always will

Lost in the endless

They disappear

Over the horizon

When the sun is gone

I guide the lost ones

With my light

The salty breeze

The endless blue

All I have known

All I ever will know

Is home

Endless home

 

 

The Urchin’s Demise

by: Jad B. ’24

“…winking and glimmering under the setting sun.”

— John Steinbeck

 

Waves crashed over the sandy beach.

Salty water washed away seashells.

The boy sat with feet dangling from the wall.

He was not alone in wondering.

A tiny sea urchin drifted up besides him, small as a pebble.

As tiny as the slowly fading sun.

 

His eyes were bright, a light yellow like the rays of the sun.

Footprints strewn across the beach.

The ripples on the coast caused by skipping stones, flat pebbles.

Sharp edges and broken seashells.

The boy sat deeply in thought, wondering.

Pressed in his thighs was the cold edge of the sea wall.

 

Reflected light glinted off of the wall.

The boy sat, gazing at the sun.

Always wondered where he came from, sadly wondering.

He had no memories, but he could remember the beach.

He always felt at home, among animals and seashells.

The sky turned black, making him feel small as a pebble.

 

The boy picked up a small stone, a sturdy pebble.

Flung it as hard as he could at the wall.

It cracked in half. Smack! scattered across the seashells.

Dark clouds arrived, replacing the sun

Droplets of rain began spattering the beach.

He hid in an alcove in the seawall, still wondering.

 

Ever the curious one, he began wondering.

Maybe the urchin had been wiped out by a pebble.

Maybe caught in a stream, and swept off of the beach.

Had it gotten lucky and latched onto the sturdy wall?

The winds picked up, and he got a glimpse of the sun

Returning rays cast an eerie glow over the seashells.

 

He spotted the urchin’s body among the seashells

This put an end to his wishful wondering.

Its spindly legs shined in the light of the sun

Laying next to the cracked pebble

The boy watched from the safety of the wall

As the urchin’s soul ascended from the beach.

 

The orange glow of the sun illuminated the seashells

He slept on the beach, his dreams aiding him in wondering

A small pebble embedded in the expanse of the wall.

 

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Happy Pesach!!! Happy Easter!!! To all who celebrate. Here’s some visual art to add even more beauty to your spring holidays!!!

Sofia D. ’24

 

Ben I. ’26, Self-portrait

 

Afsana D. ’23

 

Cydnee C. ’24

 

Abigail N. ’26

 

Harper K. ’24

 

Kalin H. ’26

 

Matthew K. ’24

 

Zara H. ’23

 


Sofia S. ’26, Self-portrait

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Latest Writing – Middle Schoolers, You Rock!!! Seriously, You’re Amazing!

 

Ode to a Basket

by: Fiona P. ’26, Juno Y. ’26 & Keira P. ’26

 

The basket is like a meadow,

With tall gra-ses and a faded barn.

It travels, floating on the water,

Filling with sugary and sweet delights.

Reminding me of joyfully walking through orchards

Swinging baskets around.   but in truth

The basket is nothing but an old, broken down thing.

 

Food at Hackley

by: Jack Y. ’24

 

Food at Hackley is delicious

Specially the Cheddar Sandwich

I just ate one

My tastebuds said yum

 

Yesterday We Had to do a Lot of Court Sprints: A Haibun

by: Charlotte F. ’24

 

Yesterday we had to do a lot of court sprints during tennis practice. They made me really tired.  Now my muscles ache a lot and it hurts to laugh.

Ripples of wind fly

Through petals of young flowers

They float gently down

 

Ye Olde Town

by: Afsana D. ’23

 

What has this town

Been through and seen?

This old lonely road

Holds secrets we cannot understand,

Through the cracks in the pavement

Grow fragments of its past.

The road’s asphalt

Have stories aching to be heard

Buried underneath.

Ye Olde Town!

In which treasures lie!

Treasures underneath

Tales untold

Tales of bravery,

All glossed over

With the changing of the world.

Even still, this road stands

People have come and gone

This road still stands.

Buildings from the old,

Wares from the new,

People have come from all across the globe

Just to see

Ye Olde Town.

This town has been silent

But soon it will speak

Only to those

Who listen.

Ye Olde Town!

Holding its own rustic charm.

Ye Olde Town!

Refusing to succumb to the new.

Ye Olde Town!

What have you in store?

For the weary traveler,

Seeking your tale?

The one

Who is willing to listen?

What will you tell them?

What will you say?

Ye Olde Town,

Ye Olde Town.

Standing still,

Moving fast.

People cross

People pass.

Another night,

Another day.

Ye Olde Town,

What have you to say?

 

Why Weren’t There Tacos Today?

by: Aiden w. ’24

 

Why weren’t there tacos today? It would make everyone happy. After a hard day a treat is good.

They sit in the dark.

Everyone passes by

Alone from all touch.

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And even more art…this middle school has so much talent!!!

Ashley H. ’26, Self-portrait

 

Wylie C. ’23

 

Will L. ’26

 

Paul E. ’23

 

James M. ’26, Self-portrait

 

Iulia A. ’23

 

Spencer F. ’26, Visual Poem

 

Allison R. ’24

 

Charlotte F. ’24

 

                                                                                                        Ellie K. ’26

 

Kylie O. ’24

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