Mrs. Osnow’s Class

As I sat in the car two days before our flight, I thought to myself about what my trip might be like, fortunately, in this essay I have written about what actually happened, not what I thought would happen.

We boarded the plane the day after Christmas in Newark, New Jersey and the weather was extremely cold and gray. We disembarked from the plane 10 hours later and were almost blinded by the heat and beauty of Sao Paulo. All in all, we waited in line for two hours in customs and immigration. …read more

Welcome to Mrs. Osnow’s Class Blog! The sixth grade language arts students have been diligently writing wonderful stories all year and are eager to share their most recent essays with you. Enjoy!

I will wake up, excited on Christmas eve to find puffy, white, snowflakes swirling outside my window. They make detailed, delicate, patterns of frost on the cold, transparent glass. My warm, quick breath fogs up the view and melts the lacy doily of ice. I exuberantly throw back the gauzy, white curtains, open the window and stick my head out to catch some of the lazily drifting flakes on my tongue. The tiny bits of ice land on my face and freeze onto my eyebrows and lashes making my pale cheeks flush a rosy red and my breath freezes in the snowy air. …read more