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Essays from Clissold Elementary School in Chicago Teacher Bob Cahill sent us these essays by students from his class at Clissold Elementary School. Congratulations to Charlotte Brown, Jessica DeWitt, and Mia Baldacci. My Grandpa by Charlotte Brown I am going to tell you about my grandpa. My grandpa was a principal at Hamline and Shakespeare Schools. He also taught physics and math at the Academy of Our Lady. He is now retired and sings in a choir at Holy Rosary Church. Grandpa is from my mother's side of the family. He has dark brown eyes and wears glasses. He always wears a sweater over his shirt, and he wears big, baggy pants that he has to wear a belt with. Grandpa wears these same types of clothes every day. He always drinks a glass of beer and eats a bowl of peanuts before supper. You should see him eat those peanuts. He eats them like an elephant. My grandpa always takes me to Crescent Park in the summer and always takes me for walks. Also, whenever I need help with my homework, he helps me. What I like best about my grandpa is that he has always been there for me and he always will. Whenever grandpa and I are about to go somewhere he says, "We're off to the races!" When I think of grandpa, I picture him in the yard, gardening. When he is out in the yard, he's as busy as a bee. He likes to garden and plant flowers. His favorite flower is the rose. He has a special place in the garden just for roses. Grandpa works feverishly to keep the garden beautiful and healthy. I don't know what I would do without my grandpa. Without him my life wouldn't be complete. I wish everyone could have a grandpa like mine. Bye now! We're off to the races!   Garbage Dump or Bedroom by Jessica DeWitt I wonder if I walked into a small garbage dump or my room? It is pretty messy but it's not all my stuff. My sister and I share a room. We have bunkbeds and boy, they are comfortable. They're also high and extremely sleepable. It's like a feather nest. My closet is so dirty and overcrowded, but it's a memory keeper because I have all my old schoolwork from the past years. It is as packed as an airport with a rain delay. I really like my noisy radio because when I'm bored, I can always turn on an "amusing station." I just got a new, wooden dresser. My old one was falling apart. When I am in my room, I feel comfortable and peaceful because it's about the only place that's quiet. When it is clean, I feel more responsible and very proud of myself.

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