P.S. 8 Girls Club

"8th Grade Superzero" Author Visits P.S. 8 Girls Club

A few weeks ago, Olugbemisola Rhuday-Perkovich, author of the acclaimed book, 8th Grade Superzero, paid a visit to the Girls Club at P.S. 8 in Brooklyn, NYC. Her book has been named "A Notable Children’s Book for a Global Society" by the International Reading Association, and has garnered fans from across the world.

That being said, it was truly a special event to have her come and do a personal workshop with our Girls Club, and we're happy to learn that it was a good time for all! 


Thank you so much Olugbemisola, for sharing your wonderful energy to our Girls Clubs! We hope to see you again soon!

Special thanks also goes to P.S. 8 Girls Club Facilitator, Marybeth Gazlay, for all your work with the girls.

Our Girls Clubs attend the Gala! (Part 1)

Some of our younger Girls Club participants from P.S. 8 and Harlem Polo Grounds got all dressed up to join us at our Gala! They charmed just about everyone there! Check out the beautiful photos below, taken by Nathalie Schueller:

P.S. 8 Girls Club participant, Lou, with our LitWorld staff member Alyssa Dudzik

Lou with our Executive Director Pam Allyn!

With the Harlem Polo Grounds Girls!

Overlooking the stage

We loved having our Girls Club girls share our evening with us! We had so much fun watching their pretty dresses whirl around. :)

Poems by our Girls Club at P.S. 8 Brooklyn!

As poetry month wraps up to an end, the girls of the P.S. 8 Brooklyn Girls Club offered a few short poems that express the beauty of their Girls Clubs gatherings. Check them out below:

  Samantha:

 

Girls Club Poem

 

Great Club

It makes girls come together

Really fun

Lit World

Smiles, puts smiles on girls faces

Cares

Love

You will love it

 

Sophie:

 

Girls Club Girls


   excited

funny

nice

flabbergasted

cool

friendly

easy going

teachable

extreme

intelligent

supportive

my friends

 

Alma:

   GIRLS
    We girls are very unique,
    Not all of us like to go to the boutique.
    
      We may be all fancy shmancie,
    Or on our SpongeBob skate board.
    
    Our fingers done hair upright,
    (only ‘cause it gives mom a delight.)

    We’ve won the Nobel Prize from baby to full grown,
    We will never be alone.