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Write Eye Art & Literary Magazine 2020-2021

Write Eye Art & Literary Magazine 2020-2021

Robert R. Lazar Middle School, 123 Changebridge Road, Montville, NJ 07045

Table of Contents

After the Rain

black marker and watercolor

Olivia Grace Fernandez

cover

A New View

poem

Lazar Students, Grade 6

1-2

Untitled

poem

Faris Ismail

3

Untitled

sketch

Anthony Feaster

3

The Relative of a Wolf

poem

Ashley Sepe

4

Untitled

colored pencil sketch

Ashley Sepe

4

Untitled

painting

Manya Madan

5

The Seasonal Stroll

poem

Benjamin Kamienski

5

Untitled

water color painting

Karen Emmanuel

6

Changing Seats

poem

Lazar Students, Grade 7

7-8

Some Feel, Some Do Not

poem

Shiqirije Spata

9

Untitled

marker and crayon

Michael Colaiacovo

9

Untitled

mixed media

Gilbert Wright

10

Untitled

mixed media

Gilbert Wright

11

Untitled

mixed media

Gilbert Wright

12

Untitled

mixed media

Gilbert Wright

13

Untitled

poem

Kyle Phillips

14

Patterned Pets

painting

Samhitha Yanamadala

14

Untitled

poem

Alexander Chen

15

Untitled

pencil sketch

Amudhini Subramanian

15

Priceless

short story

Jason Mao

16-18

Donald Duck

sketch

Manya Madan

18

I’ve Always Been Different

poem

Emma Paige

19

Seashell

charcoal sketch

Samhitha Yanamadala

19

Poem of Hope

poem

Manya Madan

20

Sadness

poem

Dylan Gregg

21

Untitled

marker

Brooke Kurinec

21

Head of the Class

poem

Lazar Students, Grade 8

22-23

Staff Page

24

The Illuminating Dance

clay relief

Karolina Sudol

cover

Stop the Spread

clay relief

Leela Asfor

cover

Deep Dive

clay relief

Brianna Pop

cover

Spongebob Squarepants

clay relief

Ayaan Gill

cover

The Blue Box

clay relief

Gabriella Goodman

cover

Pooh’s Honey

clay relief

Sophia Khan

cover

A New View

Scared is an understatement for what we went through Times when we didn't know what the next day will bring I did not know this was going to get bad Like you could go in school and not school New memories in a frightening time Swift as the wind Each month since last March flew by Ruined because of Covid-19 Nothing has ever been the same since I never thought the virus would last a year Never thought I would go into a new grade all virtual And in the middle of an entire pandemic Dreadful and painful This Covid is bad It made me wanna burst Falling in an endless hole from which we couldn't escape But apparently it wasn't enough It has been too hard Covid hurt Covid is dark And so is the sky at night

We lost many that we loved, but we all stuck together to get through this

All I know is that last year I have hated this pandemic

Far away we went, but now we have returned Lazar has been an escape from the real world I am delighted to be back Back here after a year has been different Schools have reopened; we´re closer to normalcy Anxious. The weight lifts off my chest returning to school Nice to be back, but still not the same The strange feeling makes a change in place

Relieved, and I've never been happier to be in school Not sure where I'm heading, but it won't be boring To reach our goals after striving and persevering is astonishing But my family, friends, and teachers made it better, I love being back in school because I see my friends and everyone else They helped me during the hard times. This year was a struggle, but I made it with a smile Grateful to be back with my friends

Grateful and happy to finally be here TOGETHER Thrilled, now that I see people that make me elated We trudged through the year together despite setbacks Became stronger and fought this nightmare Through ups and downs we shall stick together

Frightening, full of new experiences But I knew I would get through it

We are making it Surprising, filled with many new things

Helped me acknowledge and appreciate the little things Bonus days spent with the people that mean the most to me Appreciating all I have with a new perspective on what is important

This year has brought us down This year brought us together The thing that kept us going was each other It’s been weird The smiles on our faces now covered by

Festive masks to match our outfits It’s been a hard and stressful year A journey with a lot of stuff An unimaginable, tough, but historic and amazing year Like an adventure We came back stronger Feeling cautious and worried, but every year will come with a flaw God is the only man I fear after a horrible year Definitely a first, and I hope it was a last. Not expecting this crisis we came out triumphant 2020 was the enemy and 2021 was our savior like trees standing in a hurricane, we were strong enough to return like the shining sun through the cloudy storm It was rough, it was tough; You might feel like you've had enough But now it’s fine; great to be back because school is back Behind the mask my smile vanished, but that didn't stop me It's been a strange lifestyle; slowly we're coming back to reality Last year brought mixed emotions, this year we're stronger 2021: a big math problem solved with help of teachers Holding the rope We survived the nightmare Grateful for our return; hopeful for our future Even though we struggled We persevered We fought We never gave up We made it through even stronger We all realize we need each o ther’s support now more than ever Covid 19 separated us and now we come together again Just a moment in our lifetime Even in the darkest, hardest times there is always light Feeling fortunate after this dreadful year Happy, thankful, brave, interested, amazed Life continues, slowly but surely

...I still can't find any toilet paper

Lazar Students, Grade 6

Its 10pm and I am ready to go to sleep. In my nice bed and my nice white sheets. I put on Spotify and turned up some toons. While I lay back, relax and look up at the moon.

As my mind starts to drift away. I start to think of the next day. What will it be, what will it hold.

I could only hope because I do not know. As i look outside into the spring in garden I look to the floorboards and then carpet Thinking about the cherry blossom As well as the cotton Summer is near Spring is hear Thinking about this makes me want to cheer But while I think and think, my mind cannot stay awake. I then fall asleep dreaming of the next day.

Faris Ismail

Anthony Feaster Untitled, sketch

The Relative of a Wolf

He crouches low to the ground Legs bending and pushing off the ground slowly as he walks quietly He starts to run in an almost slow motion way Making no noise beside the thump of paws that only a prey animal would really recognize or care about Instincts of wild animals running in a pack flash across him like lightning A low yet quiet growl rises from his throat His mouth opens slightly but just enough to show the many sharp teeth that are there for eating tough meats and for fighting He leap at his sister who jerks around in shock It's too late now They are in a game of who is stronger and more powerful They stop to inhale the air around them smelling of growing grass and the scent of birds and bugs A voice calls each pup by their name The pups know what time it is Time to eat dinner of chicken and other wonderful things

They go inside the house Tails wagging behind them Ears standing tall on their heads

Muscles working then relaxing with each trot step they take Into the cozy house to fill their tummies and sleep in warm beds Deep down in each pup though is the ancestors of the wolf

Ashley Sepe

Ashley Sepe Untitled, colored pencil sketch

Manya Madan Untitled, painting

The Seasonal Stroll

I took a walk to enjoy the summer sun. The air is hot, the sun is still shining brightly, as children play in the streets and screech with laughter.

The smell of smoking grills carries through the air, and follows me throughout my walk without a care. But in the shade, where I strolled, there was something I could not believe. Dead grass was found, as coldness began to reach me. Suddenly I felt the warm summer sun was not to be. As I walked further, I saw falling leaves on the ground. At the end of my stroll what I had found was that the seasons had changed all around.

Benjamin Kamienski

Karen Emmanuel Untitled, watercolor

Changing Seats

Last year this time, our lives were changed forever The day it happened, we were excited for a vacation, Yet fate had something else in store. For the world drew a wild card, and we were caught off-guard No one saw it coming Full of surprises, of both ups and downs Like a storm that goes on and on Where have we gone? From looking at screens to seeing faces with masks No one could find toilet paper No Lysol, no freedom, so much fear From daily walks to daily talks And "what should I wear to the living room today?'' Expressing yourself with a colorful mask on your face, but hiding your smile

Waves of anxiety as we wait to be "normal" again Waking up every day, hoping the virus would go away And the end is not here, so I dismiss all that are near We may be young or old, but we must be bold

As we had to navigate even while in fear Oh, how I wish to go back to superior times Why won't the pandemic just disappear?

I stepped into a life of isolation Imprisoned by the pandemic A year at home, a year alone Struggling with depression and fear, we can't be by our fellow peers This lockdown is horrible, boring I wonder if it will really end in just a month this year unlike the last And I can't wait for summer I despise the pandemic and COVID because it restricts Annoyed being around my family all week Stuck inside filled with anger and sadness because they can't go outside Wishing for the demise of the coronavirus pandemic Isolating in silence, not taking a step into one of the six I may have been free of school, but I had not freedom Adapting to our new adaptation This year is like a grave- always down Like Spiderman- just crawls on you and takes you down A rollercoaster- sometimes it is at its highest, sometimes at its lowest From school to home, this year has been so wacky I really didn’t enjoy the quarantine My eye sheds a tear, just knowing the end isn't near Some give in and some don't, But we all have one thing in common: We are all human and we will make it through this Back after a year, grateful I can even be in school When two years ago I would beg to be out. This pandemic I fear, it's been a whole year I have forgotten what used to be, nothing is the same Slipping and sliding through the year, our only hope is that the end may be near After staring at a screen we are back with a routine

Quarantine was fun, but hopefully it's soon done COVID shut us down, but were back up and running Getting better because we get to stay inside more After all we have been through its time to move on This year was unimaginable

The thought is alarming, we've come so far; But we did it together, and that's what matters. Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, today is a gift from God, Which is why we call it the present. After this disaster we became stronger and faster With appreciation for the little things and time Family and friends truly help get you through all that you need Though this year has had its up and downs, and things have changed We have always had people around, to help guide us the right way We are back, back, back Through muffled masks, our voices still loud, we are back, and we all stand proud! Online schooling has come and gone, and memories have bloomed Corona killed half of my happiness, but school will restore my positive mood Happy to be back here for another fun year

Coming back to school is better, a great help to everyone It's special, it's been hard, but together we all got through Learning more; with happiness and fun to see each other again Now things are much better; the year is great so far

The isolation from COVID changed many of us Taught me to enjoy learning with my classmates

A year has passed, quick as wind We shall mourn and rejoice as a community From my family at home to my friends here From my babies at home to my kids in school Though distanced apart, we made it through, but we couldn't have done it without you We lost much, but we're still HERE Our lives have changed friends and gained pain After we've gone through this, there ain't nothing to fear It made us weak, but we came back strong We came back stronger

Riding the waves Holding the rope To never lose hope even in the darkest times

Lazar Students, Grade 7

Some Feel, Some Do Not

Some feel guilt for doing one wrong, But some feel guilt when they’ve done nothing at all.

Some feel regret for not speaking up for one another, But some fee regret while now in the middle of the thunder.

Some feel hate for not fitting ones expectations, But some feel hate for their absence in participation.

Some feel achieved for reaching and accomplishment, But some feel achieved with acknowledgement from a compliment.

You want what you don’t have, And you give what you have too much of.

You love who you choose to, But you are judged in a lopsided way. You choose who you are associated with, But do you think you fit?

With a little drop of love, A little drop of hate, A little drop of enough And it will create your fate.

Shiqirije Spata

Michael Colaiacovo Untitled, marker and crayon

Gilbert Wright Untitled, mixed media

Gilbert Wright Untitled, mixed media

Gilbert Wright Untitled, mixed media

Gilbert Wright Untitled, mixed media

Seeing the winter fade, And the spring being made, The vast white sea, Melting to brown and turning to green.

The pretty birds fly out, Happily singing without a doubt,

Spring has come and flowers are blooming, Nothing is gloomy after a long winter nap.

Spring has sprung, Now the rain comes, Crying it winter tears to rejuvenate the Earth, To create new life again.

Kyle Phillips

Samhitha Yanamadala Patterned Pets , painting

The sun rises as a new day comes Mistakes made will never be undone In an instant a life can change But no matter what, we must move on No matter where you go mistakes follow You cannot run forever You cannot run from what is done You cannot hide from what is to come Guilt burns like a roaring fire Screams echo the mistakes made Perhaps redemption is not too far You can make up for the past but never escape

Alexander Chen

Amudhini Subramanian Untitled, pencil sketch

Priceless

Rue’s rectangular apartment room preceding the midnight of November 14th was outstandingly standard, as Rue liked to call it -- or at least, it used to be. The walls, bearing photos each over two years old, were painted a deep beige color; an easel sat stationary in the heart of the room, with paintbrushes strewn about its surroundings; and in the desolate, unlit corner of the room opposite the windows lay a heap of papers, each overflowing with handwritten texts only half-finished. Rue, himself, stood hovered over a glass jar, with the bombardment of raindrops against glass ongoing in front of him, and surrendered a penny to merge with a pile of ninety-nine others. Rue met his eyes with those of an unexpected visitor the moment he turned. A threatening ghost-like figure suspended itself in the air, carrying a twisted spine and worn-out clothes that dangled onto the carpet floor. Its appearance was some sort of an amalgam of the thousands of apparition illustrations Rue had once analyzed on his laptop, the only difference being that this ghost wasn’t confined to a rectangular screen. And its ghastly mouth and raspy voice weren’t, either. There was going to be no more wasting of wishes, not this time … Behind you.

A couple seconds of stillness passed before the ghost spoke again in a booming voice, crescendoing and accelerating slightly at each word until the very last.

Tainted brass, tainted past, those pennies in the jar. All the same, all disdained, those pennies in the jar.

Rue’s fists tensed slightly at those words but relaxed again at the sight of the ghost. It continued.

But I can help, make pennies melt, you’ll finally be free. Just name one, fast, back from your past; I’ll erase it from history.

Rue understood. His glare toward the jar of pennies transformed into a smile, a smile that would last forever if the ghost’s claim was genuine -- and Rue didn’t have a single doubt in his mind that it was. He couldn’t let anything extinguish this opportunity, not this one: an opportunity to lessen the torture, to amend his life for the better, and to burn down the roots of this abhorrent shrub sprouted by a single incident from eleven years ago… That brisk fall afternoon began with a light breeze and golden leaves occasionally descending through the air. A herd of seven and eight-year-old children gathered around a table underneath a huge wigwam-shaped tent. Rue, accompanied by his second-grade friends, had the special role of gazing at his mother’s homemade chocolate cake while the Happy Birthday tune was sung in a childish, out-of-tune manner. But just as Rue shifted his head forward and prepared to blow, a sharp, tornado-like gust of wind burst through the field, sweeping leaves off of their soon-to-be bare branches. The tent wobbled maniacally, as if it might collapse at any second, and paper plates and forks soared into the woods while children pathetically attempted to race after them. The weather cast an ominous shadow across the field, overtaking Rue’s spotlight that had just been taken out before his eyes. Soon, children and wind tightly surrounded Rue, howling like ravenous wolves, and Rue’s eyes were wet not by the rain, but by the deluge of tears nearly bursting out from inside of him.

My name, my weight, my aim, my state, No point in discussing the things you create. I sense you’re distressed by more than your guest, that jar on your desk has caused much, much unrest.

Everything about the interaction, not just the peculiar manner in which Rue’s new visitor spoke, felt out of place. Rue was facing a monstrous creature, towering at least a foot above his barely five-foot-tall body, yet he showed no sign of uneasiness, and his visitor seemed to have no intent to change that. The climate certainly didn ’t help set the mood, either. The air was stiff like cement, and Rue’s arms rocked nonchalantly yet uncontrollably in tiny increments, like the second hand of a clock.

The cake had to be lit again during a dismal fall evening, with leaves brown like pennies clumped in piles all over drenched blades of grass. Rue made a wish the instant before blowing out the light, a wish that would be repeated every day from that point on. stepped into the car. He, himself, let out a downpour that Rue’s parents endured throughout the entire hour-long trip back home. Once the family finally returned, Rue’s mother ran into the kitchen to find a glass jar and handed it to Rue. “Let’s play a little game,” she spoke in her usual calm, steady voice, touching her hand with Rue’s shoulder. “Every time something bothers you, or makes you feel regretful -- meaning you wish it had never happened -- you can put a penny in this jar. Then, once you’re old like me, you can look back at your jar and see how little those tiny mistakes really cost you.” She smiled at Rue, and Rue responded with a nod, pretending to care. “I’ve been doing this since I was your age, too. See?” She gestured toward a glass jar on the table, holding one dollar and twenty-seven cents total. His mom continued her speech, but Rue couldn’t remember what she said; he was too preoccupied at the time with figuring out where he would find enough pennies for the coming years. adjust back to the dull environment of his apartment room. He had been blankly staring at the jar of pennies on the table beside him for so long that he nearly forgot about the ghost in front of him, who was now becoming impatient. Its explosive voice had a more threatening tone than last time, causing Rue to tremble slightly as it spoke. The stormy weather didn’t cease once Rue It took some time before Rue was able to

Or I’m getting out.

The wind outside matched the pace of Rue’s heartbeat, and Rue could hear the ever so familiar sound of the pitter-patter of raindrops from outside. There was going to be no more wasting of wishes, not this time; sixty seconds to skim through a couple memories would be enough.

Got forty-five left, Don’t forget!

And so Rue began to skim, now racing through his mind to uncover the rustiest of pennies to throw away before they cemented in place. Memories of all sorts of things came up, each quickly shoved away within seconds by the next.

Bursting into an auditorium as ten-year-old hands launched caps into the air, or spilling bright fuchsia paint over a recently purchased laptop, or arrogantly boasting about an awfully composed poem, or nearly missing a flight due to oversleeping and traffic,

Thirty seconds!

or letting that ball descend into the deep woods, woods that produced several bee stings on his body, a body that now held captive a so-called painter,

Twenty-five!

a painter who couldn’t even paint a jar without throwing his hands in the air, who now stood pointlessly in the corner of the room, with no point other than to stand there, hopelessly

I get you need time, that jar’s got ten dimes; but quicken the pace, no time to waste!

Rue felt like he was in AP English Language and Composition class all over again.

One minute is all, then no time to stall. Say something, now!

Manya Madan Donald Duck , sketch

Fifteen!

past, fix the future, fix Six! himself, Five! and there was only Four! one thing Three! left to do. Two!

waiting for something to happen, but of course something did happen, and waiting around

Ten!

wasn’t going to do anything, Nine! waiting around was just going to ruin the chance Eight! provided to him, the chance to fix the Seven!

All those pennies, all of them -- I wish they were all gone!

papers each carrying half-finished poems -- were discovered beneath that window the following morning. The room was a mess. And Rue, himself, was found standing hovered over the fragmented remains of a glass jar, with a hundred-dollar bill grasped tightly within his fist.

Rue’s rectangular apartment room on the midnight of November 14th was the scene of some peculiar kind of robbery -- or at least, that’s how it came to be known. Nearly everyone on the second floor of the apartment was woken by a burst of shouts and bangs. When staff came to investigate, they discovered family photos each over two years old cluttered over the carpet floor. One side of the room had its windows shattered, and two items -- an easel displaying a seemingly masterful painting ruined by the rain and a notebook full of soiled

He let it go.

Jason Mao

I’ve Always B een Different

I see the world differently I’ve been different my whole life I never really noticed my differences I guess it’s just because I’m different I like to watch the sunset every night I can Atop a big hill sitting on the ledge I’ve been told it makes me different But I don’t care The sunset is the one thing I can rely on It never fails to do its job I wish I was like the sun The sun’s not different Well maybe it is There is only one sun It helps everyone always Everyone relies on it without realizing it

I wonder if the sun’s okay No one ever questions how the sun feels

It’s always shining That’s just its job

No one thinks the sun needs helps No one thinks to question the sun No one considers the sun’s feelings It’s like they wouldn’t notice if the sun was gone But really the sun’s just a burning ball of gas The sun has problems too The sun shines so you don’t see it burning But eventually the sun will burn out

The sun is different And I am just like the sun

Emma Paige

Samhitha Yanamadala Seashell , charcoal sketch

Poem of Hope

Our country now has a fresh start With the new president who will unite us with a spark Though we have been through so much this past year We should not have anything to fear Because we will always be there for each other far or near

Now more than ever we need to come together as a whole No matter your gender, race, or soul America is a place for everyone so there should be no more hate for other races No more discrimination or prejudice for others just love and compassion for everyone at all the different places We should be spreading kindness instead of spreading rumors When you spread such hate do not think of it as humor

We should all accept each other no matter what our differences are But to some of you that may be bizarre We should work together to rise up as one And begin to mend the bond of our nation that has been undone

So it's time to get up and make a change And take the spotlight that's on our stage So we need to pave the way for the future Stop sitting all day on our computers

America is a country of hope where dreams come true Where we come together to help and pursue Lately we have grown apart Separated by the color of our skin instead of our hearts We must find the light that is inside of us all And look beyond the darkness that separates us like a wall

We need to understand that we are all special That we all have enough potential That we can be great no matter our level

That it should not matter our ethnicity, gender, or skin color That all that really matters is our compassion for one another

Manya Madan

Sadness

Life has been sad From running away, to people dying Buildings burning and friends hurting Life is just bad

The sun will go down and blood will shed One side will emerge victorious While others cry and become furious As the sun rises the streets will be covered with a new color of red Smokes fills the air with the sound of children screaming Dark figures all line the wall All you can see is children that are small As a log falls people are panicking as you hurry, life is just depressing

Dylan Gregg

Brooke Kurinec Untitled, markers

Head of the Class

It started with a few days off of school, I bounced into my house to be safe It was only supposed to be two weeks If only we knew those few days would turn out to be a year 2020 was out of luck Oh, how things have changed We started from happy with online school, to bored Virtual meeting to attend Lock down made me sad and mad Full of anxiety Jetlagged every day This time our minds have been away from each other Stuck in the cage of germophobia and isolation has been a pain and has left stain. In the worst hour of the worst season of the year of a whole world United in a prevalent storm that reaches for nations Take me home country roads, To overcome this problem is patience and cooperation Through the spring land where the animals are born Summer is almost near Wishing time would spring forward or spring backwards Grateful that I am healthy A burst of excitement during this time is knowing I will be able to see my friends at school again Tough, but we will get through it together To stay happy throughout it and keep a positive attitude

Waking up late was fun, seeing no family can be numb How crazy it is that we have to wear masks when seeing people Feels abnormal only being able to see half of everyone face It happened so fast we've struggled, but now we've survived In the past frantic year we have found ourselves Like a luscious loaf emerging, as a bittersweet biscuit Like chicken wings- hard to get through and very messy I didn't like the way we started, but I was fine by the time we reunited Home has been fun, but going back is even more Yet still longing to be back in my bed with school on my computer I am happy to be back. The sadness is coming to an end, the world waking up again With weights all on our back The masquerade finally lulls, and we step outside our luxurious cages I came back with fear It feels really weird. All I know is what I fear A year has gone by, time seems to fly

Happy because things are getting back to normal Sweet and bitter, this year has been a roller coaster Let it be seen, that all will be normal next Halloween Such an interesting last year, long for all of us Hectic and all over the place Excited to begin this new journey It's strange to be back, but it's a relief How delightful to hear the chattering in the hallways So happy to have a classroom filled with students

After all, we have reunited I realized how much I missed it here That there is nothing else, but my thoughts to fear. As they made me shed a tear. This is a year to remember, both the good and the bad After a year we realize that the moments where we think we struggle the most, are the moments where we enjoy the most Because everything is figureoutable If you always try your best you'll never have to wonder about what you could have done

After what seemed like an endless eternity, the light at the end of the tunnel is starting to appear The tragedies were unimaginable, the challenges surreal, but we will be better because of them When our priorities are being put on hold, We are entitled to experience a whole new chapter in our lives It is cool Back here after a year; I feel free We have grown and changed throughout It has taught some people important lessons We are finally back, all ready to learn, Let’s take down our past and overcome our future The years we have shared have been grand We’re in this together It wasn't easy, but we made it through a whole year I missed my friends, but now they’re here Put a smile on your face, and I'll have one too Sadly, still in masks But closer, stronger, with no fear A circle has no end, here we still are again Finally, after a year of hard work and tears We are back together and stronger than ever Refreshing, and so grateful that there is a bit of normalcy Excited for the journey that lies ahead Although it has been tough, we stood up and fought Passion and love prevails regardless the struggle Through ups and downs, and tears and struggle, we got through it Through strengths and weaknesses, we will always stick together Even though it's hard and I may struggle through it all, You may see me struggle but you never see me fall It was tough, but it wasn't all bad I could not think of one thing I'd change Because I have changed so much and am so much happier It's been a while, but now we can smile So happy and grateful, having been freed from quarantine Things are getting back to normal, but they never will be again After all the hard times we had been through and are still going through We will stay strong and never go down Our strength shines when we are backed into a corner We are Lazar Strong as one, strong as all

Lazar Students, Grade 8

Write Eye Art & Literary Magazine 2020-2021

Staff Members Maanya Anjoo Akshaya Balakrishnan

Tatva Kabat Lahari Thata Kristen Wellmann Samhitha Yanamadala

Karen Emmanuel Mollie Goldberg

Advisor Suezette Given

Submissions All students of Lazar Middle School are eligible to submit original artwork and writing for consideration for publication in the magazine. Students are eligible to submit as many items as they would like for consideration. Submissions should be submitted electronically to thewriteeye@montville.net. All submissions must have a name, no anonymous submissions are published. Club Information Write Eye meets with the purpose of reviewing submissions to be included in the magazine. The students are responsible for items selection and the completion of the magazine. All students are welcome to attend meetings. Meetings are announced on the morning announcements and on the club calendar. Colophon The magazine was typed on school computers using Microsoft Word, various Google apps, and various photo editing programs. The magazine used Candara text size 10/12/20/40. Color copies were produced on school copiers. The magazine is available online on the school website using Flip Book.

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