English 10: Writing Portfolio
Catholic Memorial High School
|When I was wondering around in the
attic in my grandmother’s house a strange and creepy
sculpture caught my eye. It was a glass sculpture of a of a mother holding a baby. Normally I
wouldn’t think anything about the sculpture but their was something about it that mad me stay and
watch. Finally I remembered what I had gone into the attick it the first place. My grandmother had
asked me to get her air condition and bring it down stairs to put it in the window. When I was on
my way down the stairs I could have sworn I could hear crying coming from the baby in the sculpture.
I figured that it was just my imagination running away with me. I then returned back down stairs
with the air condition to my grandmother.
When I arrived down stares my baby cousin Megan
was being rocked in mid air just like the baby in
|As I look out into the dark and
sometimes scary forest I noticed that I find myself looking in the
same forest everyday for the past two years. I like to call it Mystery Forest. Mystery Forest is
in the middle of Spring Street in West Roxbury and Catholic Memorial. The English 11 American
literature mystery forest is right out the window. The name to me fits it best because every time I
look into the forest it is always different from nature. Everyday I will find myself dazed into the
forest and everyday I am seeing different things. The thing that I notice is manly based on nature.
I use all my senses and come up with a essay. The forest tells a story, but other times it’s a way
As the seasons change I notice that the leaves would fall off the trees and sway into the wind till
it would hit the ground ever so softly. Today as I look back into Mystery Forest I notice that the
trees are bare and there is not a leaf on any tree in sight. The cold wind would hit the branches
in a way that it would look like it was freezing them. The leaves on the ground where stuck to the
ground so tight that if you were to pick one up, it would take a little more effort. The leaves
looked like a big rug was covering over the grass. The top of the trees were surrounded by black
birds that would fly away in an instant if it would hear the smallest sound. I am like a black bird
in that I fly away at the smallest scene of danger.
Looking into Mystery Forest for the first time today the trees were different than they were
yesterday. It was dripping with water from the night before and because it had rained this morning.
The leaves were also different; they were shinning today almost like a mirror. The way the light
hit the leaves left a glistening shine. The birds are chirping loud and happily this special
morning. They are flying and landing on the top of all the trees right outside the window with
would make a scratching sound to the window. Every couple of seconds, drops of rain would fall from
the tree tops and make a big splash when it hit the puddles. We have small splashes in our life
that along our perspective, but we must lose perspective of nature and how much we need it and how
much we can learn.
This story is told with a unique type of writing
that we don’t see very often today. Batard by Jack
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