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Nota Bene: The following Challenge Answered was submitted by the parent of a Regis Knight.
By Lady Ashley D. I entered a Time Machine, knowing it would only work once but I had to go back and fix this one mistake. It seemed slight at the time and, after all, we’d never heard of Regis until that fortuitous day when I drove by Regis en route to showing a house around the corner. But, this I would fix – to have sent Baker to Regis for PK-3 instead of waiting until Second Grade. My biggest regret about Regis, is that we didn’t discover it sooner. It must be fixed because I have regrets about throwing him into busy halls with loud echoes, a lunch room too deafening to eat, and a playground too small for his stride, from PK4-1st Grade. If we’d only known about Regis, where he ultimately flourished, ate lunch in peace, discovered his confidence, made life-long friends, and was formed into a Gentleman and a Scholar. But regrets give us a snapshot of the Goodness. Perhaps I wouldn’t have the regret if I couldn’t retrospectively ponder because I wouldn’t know the difference. Maybe then, I would have taken it for granted. So, I’ll acknowledge the regret, fix the mistake but remain keen on knowing the “why” and stay in the present, with overwhelming gratitude for Baker’s educational experience at Regis. Despite us not having arrived sooner, his benefit has not been shorted. He is prepared for High School and I’m confident he’ll emulate the 5 Goals of the Sacred Heart throughout his bright future. Thank You, Regis.
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 By Page Tennessee G.
I entered a time machine knowing it would work once, but I had to go back and fix this one mistake. The minute I stepped out of the time machine, which was shaped in a similar fashion to the telephone box in Dr. Who, I stepped out to look at Cambridge's surroundings, specifically in this new 1884 environment. I went right to Harvard University. Once I arrived at Harvard, I went straight to John Harvard’s statue of four lies. I then went to the administration of the school at that time and asked why the motto was “Veritas” which is Latin for truth, which is good, but just like Harvard sees applicants, not good enough. My belief is that Harvard’s motto should have been “Laborare, Expecto Rejectionis” which is Latin for “work hard, expect rejection.” The administration immediately accused me of being a witch, which is odd because I’m not a witch, but they tied me up and took me to a large hill where everyone in the town surrounded us. The administration of Harvard lit torches and exclaimed, “He knows secrets even our top scholars know not of! Thou shalt be burned alive!” At this point I began to panic. I looked around to see if I could escape. No chance I’m getting through this. The administration lit me on fire, which was unpleasant. I woke up and looked around to see if I was still on fire. I was not. I looked at my clock, and started to panic again, I’m late for class! I exited the apartment and headed off to my first class of the day at Yale.  By Page Asher R.
I entered the time machine, knowing it would only work once, but I had to go back to fix this one mistake. I had to stop the creation of disgusting Oreo flavors. I must fix this mistake because these flavors are outrageous abominations that shouldn’t exist. Oreos are chocolatey vanilla goodness. It is just wrong that the likes of Wasabi, Hot Chicken Wing, and Cherry Coke Oreos exist, and there are other crimes against humanity. I will fix this by stopping Nabisco, the maker of this normally delicious treat, from ever hiring the demented people that came up with the evil flavors. I will use the time machine to convince Sam Porcello that Oreos must always be protected and kept in their original flavor. Most people don’t know this, but Sam Porcello invented the Oreo Cookie, and he is a flavor genius. When I go back in time, I will explain to Sam what people have done to his creation, and I will let him sample some of the tragic flavors that I will delete from history. I am concerned that he might like some of the new flavors, but I will convince him that if Oreos are to exist, they must stay in their original state because a true Oreo can only be chocolatey vanilla goodness. It isn’t right for anything else to be considered a true Oreo, and Sam must protect his greatest legacy.  By Page Ruslan B.
I entered the time machine, knowing it would only work once, but I had to go back to fix this one mistake. I ponder before entering, for I could use it twice, to get in the past, and out of it. After some thinking I knew what I must do. I would go back to fix the mistake that cost me an honor reward in 5th grade. I press the button without hesitation, mentally preparing myself for what is to come. It is now October 8, 2019. I recognized my school immediately. I walked up and grabbed the door, but all the entrances were locked. So, I came up with a plan to sneak inside. I saw a teacher walking towards the door. I followed her, and quickly slipped in after her. It was 12:22 p.m. on the clock, and my social studies teacher was currently explaining the project to the younger me. After wandering the halls for a bit, I managed to find my younger self returning from a bathroom break. I told him to not delay on the project and do it as soon as you get home. I breath in relief as the young me stared at me blankly, wondering what was happening. I gave my past self a short explanation and surprisingly he understood quickly. I explained the consequence of how me delaying working on the project lead me work all night and get a D-. This caused a massive decrease of my Social Studies grade. But my job wasn’t over yet. I came to Dean of Students and told him about the situation. And before he could respond, I cleared his memories of our encounters and told young me to tell no one, and I ran as fast as could to the time machine. And so, it was over, but I was very much unaware of the damages I caused to our timeline by pulling out the memories of the Dean. By Page Dominic H.
There once was a child named James Who thought he could stop Santa with flames, But his parents warned him The chance of gifts would be slim If he continued to play this game. By Page Lukas L. Christmas is a holiday. It lasts for one or forty days. It is cold and gloomy, So make a fire and get roomy, And stay there for a year, I say. By an Anonymous Patron There once was an elf on the shelf Who said take a look at yourself. Whether naughty or nice, Let me dole some advice: Should you be heeding an elf?  By Page Dominic H.
pidgeoning gerund pid·geon·ing Definition of pidgeoning 1: Going around to observe a situation without being noticed 2: Hunching over and slowly moving towards a situation in a somewhat stealthy manner Synonyms & Antonyms for pidgeoning Synonyms: gerund Golluming Antonyms: gerund peacocking Examples of pidgeoning in a Sentence Gerund // The boy tried pidgeoning to watch the birthday party to which he was not invited. // The employee tried pidgeoning to listen in on the secret business meeting.  By Page Luca V.
“The leaves! They’re burning!” Tom said when he saw a wildfire in the forest. Tom quickly ran into his house and told his mom right away. Tom was just on his way to play in the forest with his friends then suddenly a wildfire has interrupted him. He went to get the extinguisher. On a sunny day in the mid-1900’s, an explosion happened which cause a wild fire in Nebraska. Then they saw multiple firetrucks coming there way. Thank god nobody was hurt but, the red and orange fierce flames weren’t put out yet. All of the houses were burnt down in the neighborhood, but everyone was ok. The next day, we all were in tears. Many people were injured including my sister, Annie. We rushed her to the hospital as she was burnt and screaming in pain. When we got to the hospital, they took her into surgery immediately. She was in surgery for 8 hours. Annie had to get 76 stitches down her chest, and her hair was completely burned off. From now on, I learned not to play with fire.  By Page Tate C.
The leaves! They’re burning! That was Piper’s first thought when she and her friends walked into the woods in San Francisco, California, in the middle of a scorching afternoon. Jake almost didn’t notice the flames and walked right by them at first. When Leo saw the flames, however, he just stopped in his tracks. “We need something to put them out, or the fire will spread across the woods, and we could die!” Leo shouted. Leo was always like this, super dramatic and having a loud voice. His green eyes also made him even more dramatic. Piper shook her head, saying, “Leo, it will be fine. You’re over exaggerating like you always do.” Jake agreed. “We could use our shoes to step on the fire!” he said. Piper nodded. Suddenly, the fire spread and one of the trees nearby caught fire. Leo screamed. The three all ran away as the tree fell, making the fire even bigger. Piper felt more scared than she had in her whole life. She remembered her mother’s words, “If you run into a fire, remember to just use the walkie talkie I gave you.” The walkie talkie! Of course! Piper wondered why she hadn’t thought of it before. “Leo! Jake! My mom gave me a walkie talkie! We should see if it still works!” Piper said. “PIPER! LEO! LOOK OUT!” Jake shouted at them. Neither Piper nor Leo reacted in time. A tree came falling down on top of them, thankfully being small. The pain was like nothing Piper felt before. She screamed. Leo’s eyes were wide open. He must have been literally out of his mind. Piper immediately knew that her right arm was broken. She wriggled out from under the tree. Leo just lay there, under the tree. Piper noticed that the tree he was under was catching fire. “Leo! Get up!” Jake shouted. Jake must have seen there was no other way. He used all of his strength to lift up the tree and pull Leo out from under it. The three kept running, with Piper and Jake dragging Leo behind them. “Jake. I can’t do this much longer. My strength is running out,” Piper said. It was true. With her hurt arm, Piper only had one arm to pull Leo, and every muscle in her body ached. Jake stopped. He said, “Piper, it’s okay. We’re out of the woods.” Piper looked around and saw that they were standing in a grassy plain. She looked back and saw the woods erupting with fire behind them. Jake set Leo down to rest. Piper suddenly doubled over, trying to catch her breath. It had to have been from the poor oxygen from the fire. “Piper!” Jake said. “What’s wrong?” Piper tried to breath, but it was like inhaling knives. “N-need…..w-w-water…,” she croaked. Jake plucked his water bottle out of his backpack. Piper drained half the bottle and immediately felt better. “Are you alright? Do you need any medicine?” Jake asked. “No, thanks. I’m okay now. Thanks Jake. We should probably head home now,” Piper replied. Jake gasped when he saw her arm. “Piper! Your arm!” he exclaimed. “Jake, I’m fine. Now let’s pick up Leo and head back,” she said. Piper helped Jake carry Leo back to her house. When she arrived, her mom gasped. “Oh my goodness! What happened to your arm, Piper? Why is Leo unconscious?” she said. Piper and Jake set Leo down on the couch and told her mom the story. “Well, Jake, you should rest. You’re welcome to stay here as well for the night. Piper’s father will take care of you. Piper, we need to take you to the hospital,” Piper’s mom said. “Okay,” Piper replied. Piper came back from the hospital with a cast on her right arm. She ate dinner, brushed her teeth, went to bed, and fell into a deep sleep, with amazing dreams.  By Page Dominic H.
“The leaves! They’re burning!” John said as he fled from the ever-growing brush fire that seemed to cover the earth. It was an afternoon in November 2019 in Alice Springs, Australia. John was walking on his usual pathway for his walk when he began to smell burnt leaves. John thought nothing of it, bush fires happened frequently in the area, and he carried on with his walk. A few hours later, he saw something in the distance; it looked like a wall of fire was hastily approaching. Without hesitation, John ran away from the fire and alerted the fire department. However, he was not receiving a signal on his phone, so he did the only thing he knew how to do, run home. Little did he know that a gush of wind was pushing the wall of fire towards him and making the fire grow and grow. After John had run for about five minutes, he looked back to see his progress. But it seemed he had not moved at all. John knew that he had no chance of outrunning the wall of fire, so he did the only thing that came to mind. Dig a hole and wait for the fire to pass over him. Luckily, John always carried a shovel in his back pocket, just in case. As he frantically dug into the dirt, the wall of fire got closer and closer. As if by some miracle, John was able to cover himself in the dirt just before the wall of fire could reach him. John waited about ten minutes until he was positive the fire had passed over him. As he moved the dirt off his body, he felt his skin burn and he saw that his clothes were on fire. John exclaimed, “The leaves! They’re burning!” He threw the leaves off his body and jumped out of the hole he had dug. John looked around and saw that the landscape was scorched by the fire. He could still see some bushes that had remained firmly attached to the ground but were burning into ash. When John had finished marveling at the damage, he saw in the sky a helicopter that was putting out the fire. Since the wind had died down, the wall of fire seemed more like a two-foot barrier. However, the fire was still kilometers long, so it was far from being fully put out. John tried to get the helicopter's attention to get a free ride home, but the pilot did not notice him. John sighed, and prepared for the long walk home. When John arrived at his house back in Alice Springs, he brushed the soot and ash off his body and clothes. He ate dinner, brushed his teeth and flossed, took a shower to wash off the remaining soot and ash, and went to bed. As he drifted to sleep, he realized how deadly a simple batch of burning leaves could be. By Page Tennessee G.
My uncle took a trip to Jamaica and bought a dead blobfish at a flea market. His name is Hank, and I don’t like him. Hank is quite heavy, weighing almost 20 pounds, which we can pick up, but his stench is so pungent that we can’t get him out of my room. He lives in the bathtub. My room is off limits due to it probably being a biohazard area, and it is a rule that we wear gas masks when going in there. One time, my parents and I went upstairs, and we found Hank laid out across the floor, oozing his disgusting ooze. Dad was the first one to take initiative. He tried to pick up Hank, but the floor was so slippery that he fell down and received a crack in his pelvis. His gas mask fell off, and he looked terrible, just breathing the fumes in. Mom was wearing high heels because she had a work meeting that day, and she managed to pick Hank up before the heel cracked and she fell into the filled bathtub. I was on the phone calling 9-1-1 when Dad started to have a heart attack, and Hank was flopping everywhere. Mom got up and started to get out of the tub when she slipped on her broken heel and did a flip and landed on Dad. Then he threw up his waffles he ate that morning, which our Hank took care of cleaning off the floor. Not what I thought when I asked my uncle for a fish for Christmas. |
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