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you may have noticed on the cover the image of a polaroid camera and instant photos developing that image ties in to the theme of this year s magazine change and development welcome to collage the middle school literary magazine middle school is a time of change students develop physically mentally emotionally and spiritually this is evident especially now at the end of the year the once bashful seventh graders have become wise in the ways of the school the eighth graders once so bored of school now have excitement visible in their eyes as they get closer and closer to becoming highschoolers development being such a theme in the lives of middle-schoolers showed up readily in the works submitted in visual art we see caterpillars turn into butterflies as well as vivid drawings of roads with unseen destinations just out of view the prose features a disappointed girl who develops into a more thankful individual a teenager who grows to accept the things she cannot do and an unsure baseball team that changes from being unsure to a team full of winners the poetry in this year s magazine describes the theme beautifully we see poetry about unsure new students who change to become well aware of how to make it through school many students wrote meta-poetry poetry about the change from a blank page to a poem also featured is a poem about a girl who stared at a time when she shouldn t have and eventually developed a new perspective on staring development is also seen in the seasons and in this year s magazine we see poetry about all seasons and the changes that they each bring another aspect of cameras is the perspective when we see a photo we see only one person s point of view through collage we bring to light the perspectives of many different middle schoolers we hope that by reading this magazine you develop a more complete knowledge of the lives of middle schoolers and the way change and development affect each one of them leah schwartz editor in chief

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pencil on paper hilary druckman charles e smith jewish day school middle school 11710 hunters lane rockville maryland 20852 www.cesjds.org 301-881-1400 301-230-2196 collage 2010 is published through the generosity of the heylin and lewis fanoroff cultural arts endowment and the jay m and dorothy s rosenthal cultural arts endowment volume 12 1

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student art ceramics arielle oppenheimer rotem shoshani mixed media talia weiss ceramics eric sayag ceramics ben gaskill mixed media yosi vogel watercolor shai joseph film ayal subar ceramics danielle kimel ceramics daniel kravitz ceramics jeremy etelson 2

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table of contents poetry 4 5 7 8 9 10 10 10 12 13 13 13 14 18 19 22 24 24 24 25 28 snow days by dina rabinowitz ode to snow by maayan albert risks of climbing by aviva braier balance by tessa silverman if only i haad known by sara migler the blinking screen by josh cohen the song that finally came by josh bernstein my wandering mind by hallie cohen where i m from by shoshana levenson this is just to say by julianne trotskinetsky pardon me miss by sophie kader mother by tania barnatan the good knight by jacob salzberg the hand by robert belson fall by nina simpkins gloomy city by drew hein one single word by miranda escobar clue by hannah handloff poems can by aaron handelman the brushing by adina pollack that girl no more by zoe orenstein 5 6 7 8 8 11 12 13 13 14 17 18 20 22 24 27 28 reflection by rotem shoshani snowy steps by sydney greene tree by talia gasko harlequin by aaron nadler girls by sydney greene houses by anna katz steet corner by talia gasko elephant by danielle papovici dog cup by gabirelle cohen swamp by julianna nechin butterflies by ma yan meron hand by marli abramowitz sailboat by eitan dunn girls by rotem shoshani shoes by eden gal rainbow by rotem drory searching by aviva braier art ceramics photography prose awards american scholastic press association 6 16 20 24 the shadows by ethan steinberg silence by alison kraner a ride to remember by sara bender bier the frozen skater by yael krifcher columbia scholastic press association gold medalist 2004 2005 2006 2007 2008 2009 silver medalist 2001,2002,2003 first place with special merit 2004 2006 2007,2008 2009 first place award 2005 maryland dc national press association gold medal 2007 2008 2009 3

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snow days soft white snowflakes fall drifting down from the cold gray sky covering the ground in a smooth blanket laughter and joy come from children as they run across playing and smiling in the freezing air large sleds slide down the tall hill leaving tracks behind them snowballs small and round are made to be thrown at others just walking by despite the chilly winds wet boots and gloves come off as people go inside for hot chocolate and warmth on this snow day dina rabinovitz reflection black and white photograph rotem shoshani 4

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snowy steps black and white photograph sydney greene oh how it flutters down to earth making mounds of white every where some may say it is cold rain but they are wrong it is much more when you play in it snow will happily form snow men snow angels snow forts and much much more it will cradle you in its glorious depths and cancel school just for you maayan albert ode to snow 5

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the shadows by ethan steinberg the shadows had started to creep across the first base line even before the first pitch had been thrown bringing with them an icy chill that sent shivers up your spine it had been a season of dreams from the first day of tryouts through an undefeated season and all they way to today the championship game we had taken the number one seed never even being challenged a pair of mercy-rule victories had gotten us here and given us a little too much confidence our number two pitcher was on the mound and he was looking great the first batter struck out swinging and it all went downhill from there the next batter rolled over an outside pitch and hit a weak dribbler to our second baseman he fielded it cleanly and threw it into the fans behind first base putting the runner on second the next batter hit a sharp grounder right to our second baseman and it went through his legs by the end of the inning he had four errors and they had put five runs on the board he came back in threw his glove on the ground and started screaming obscenities the bench was dead silent except for the sound of sunflower seeds being cracked the next three innings went scoreless and the shadows crept even farther making it seem like the few fans we had had disappeared we pulled back in the next inning getting within 1 there was a feeling on the bench that can t be described a closeness that had been missing all season but had emerged right when we needed it our pitcher was nearing 100 pitches and in any other circumstances he would have been pulled but he was pitching the game of his life and we needed him to we held them scoreless until the bottom of the sixth when we got our final at-bats a couple of quick hits tied the game up with our second baseman coming up he worked the pitcher to a full count it seemed like the whole world was holding their breath for the next pitch ball four he took his base turned and took a medium lead on the first pitch he stole second base and was safe the next hitter drove a single past the second baseman to score him and we d won suddenly we were all jumping we were stiff from sitting around in the cold but that didn t matter someone brought out a soda bottle and we started spraying it around we dumped the cooler on our coach and maybe just maybe the shadows faded a little 6

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the risks of climbing a tree i am falling to the ground i feel the wind around my body i would not have climbed that tree if i had know this would happen i am tumbling in the air i spin and twist i would not have climbed that tree if i had known this would happen people are screaming but they are safe i want it to end i would not have climbed that tree if i had known this would happen aviva braier tree digital photography talia gasko 7

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balance i look out at the world and see freedom i see the little boy on the sidewalk riding his bicycle without stress or worry just smiling and feeling the wind in his hair i look out at the world and see struggle i see the single mother sitting with her head in her hands with a baby crying next to her and no one to guide her steps or teach her what to do i look out at the world and see patience i see the senior in high school sitting at the kitchen table and tapping his left foot waiting for replies hoping the envelopes are thick i look out at the world and see violence i see the soldiers with guns across their backs preparing for battle after writing letters to their families and hoping they re not their last i look out at the world and see balance i see day and then night the sun and then the moon the clouds above and the sea below and i notice how it all fits together just like a puzzle it can t be complete unless you have all the pieces tessa silverman 8 harlequin plaster aaron nadler

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girls on the ceiling black and white film sydney green if only i had known i remember the moment clearly i was a little girl probably about 5 waiting in line for a ride at hershey park and then i saw her i saw the girl i saw her missing hand and the only thing i could do was stare i stared for what seems like forever looking back on it and now i can t imagine how much i hurt her feelings that stare that i gave this girl is a stare i have gotten so many times in my lifetime not because of a missing hand but because of a scar a scar that sits above my lip that represents my strength makes me unique and represents my bravery but some people don t see it in a positive light and they stare at me their eyes looking at me so intently makes me want to disappear and now looking back on how i stared at that poor girl i feel such guilt if only i had known what this look could do to someone if only i had known sara migler 9

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the blinking screen i sit there looking at flickering screen i try to think but my mind goes blank when look at the page it s white and clean i think my mind is pulling a prank i want to write but my thoughts don t go through i need some to help me get my ideas on the paper i just can t do it i do not even have a clue it is the poisonous substance called vapor why do i have too much trouble to write joshua cohen my wandering mind i sat there on the rocks thinking looking at the frozen water in the pond i listen i hear children laughing i feel the bright sun in my eyes and the cold blistering wind i saw water slowly seeping through the ice my mind wanders hallie cohen the song that finally came i sit in my room with a sweet soft hum searching deep down for a warm pleasing sound looking for the place where answers come from while free scattered notes around me abound all my thoughts hidden away in the dark waiting for melody to fill my ear suddenly it came with a startling spark as the grand tune decided to appear quickly tie it down so it won t escape rushing to finally put down the words hoping combined it will all take shape yes now it travels together in herds dreams of an audience give me a pull with my room behind me finally full josh bernstein 10

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houses watercolor anna katz 11

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where i m from i am from oodles noodles turkey bacon but don t worry it s kosher from monkeys jumping on the bed electricity and bibbity boppety boo i am from no singing during the math test no singing during graduation no singing during the play and shut up i am from i m moving to california to michigan to israel to new york from sock pairing contests the blob from francois and the cave i am from michele bobby mindy mark from biddle kackin elisa and izza-bear i am from molly sammy from laughing while crying from getting beaten up by a three year old laughing my tooth out from harry potter the class of 15 street corner watercolor tali gasko shoshana levenson 12

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pardon me miss pardon me miss i might ve eaten your child she was so little and delicious just waiting to be eaten you probably wanted to see her grow up bat mitzvah wedding children and all elephant ceramic daniella popovici this is just to say this is just to say those four most dreaded years of your life they aren t that bad all those horrid 10 page papers they aren t that long those terrible tests they aren t that hard you can relax the only thing you have to do is study very extremely hard and with a bit of luck you won t completely fail but she was waiting to be eaten standing in the hallway all alone sophie kader julianne trotskinetsky dog cup ceramic gabrielle cohen 13

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