Birds of a Feather
by Helena, Friendswood Junior High student
As we ordered our lunch at the café in the convention center,
(on our principal's credit card … he! he!) the lovely sound
of singing voices floated in the still air. The advanced choir of Strack
Intermediate School was singing nearby. I reminisced about all the experiences
NMSA offered, including our own photo session on the balcony, with a
background of the Hilton Americas framing the United States and Texas
flags. Everyone was talking about what freebies we snagged at the booths,
from "Versatiles" to "Wikki Stiks" and everything
in between. The day was simply divine.
I stared at my meaty-masterpiece
cafe burger with wonder and amazement as my teachers bantered across
the round table. Seeing the teachers outside of school was eye-opening.
I really want to report on the wonderful things I've learned,
but the "real identity" of my teachers
was shocking. Mrs. Marshall sang "Shake Ya Tailfeather" with
a bright blue peacock feather protruding from her back jeans pocket.
Meanwhile, Mrs. Wilkes snapped photos paparazzi-style of Mrs. Smith,
who proudly modeled her purple peacock feather in her ponytail, worn
only as the great Pocahontas could. I knew my teachers had crossed
the line when Mr. Smith, our faithful, stealthy lookout, hissed, "Here
comes the fuzz!" and a stern security lady ordered us back across
the velvet rope; our second brush with "the law" (We won't
mention the first. I don't want d-hall from that lovely, nameless
teacher who allegedly jay-walked.). Oops.
All of us went back into room
213 (our special writing room) and opened our white Apple laptops
around the large rectangle table. Everyone was still joking and talking,
but inspiration soon took hold as keyboard clicking filled the air. My
mind was straying away to the other things, like the incessant talking—I
mean "brainstorming"—coming from my instructors and classmates. It
was when everyone was nearing their 2nd paragraph that an idea emerged
in my mind. I was thinking,
this has been so fun! Maybe I should write about what we did
away from the Exhibit Hall, because everyone's writing
My little seed germinated!
So the most interesting part of the convention,
for myself at least, was the "behind the scenes" work.
My classmates and I agree—spending a Saturday with our teachers
was a blast! One can only wonder, do everyone's teachers act
like this? If not, it's a shame—everyone
should be so lucky. I feel fortunate to have teachers with a little
bit of whimsy—and peacock feathers.