English 10: Writing Portfolio
Catholic Memorial High School
|The object is displayed on the
black antique hutch in our family room. The shiny, black firehat is
small and smooth to the touch. It has been delicately crafted to perfection. This unique sculpture
has many different color values of black, white and gold. The figure is the most valuable and
precious craft in our humble home. The number 42 boldly stands out representing a man's
My mother highly respected and
admired her father. He was a tremendously proud influence in her
This symbolic tribute was constructed by my
mother twenty eight years ago using water, plaster and
The model figure has strongly encouraged our
family to be proud, fearless and selfless. It
The unveiling of this dedication at my
grandfather's retirement party was the highlight of his
My grandfather has passed away but he will never
be forgotten. He died at 73 from lung cancer. He
|The Rock, as I like to call it, is
a unique contribution to society. It is a strong and powerful
force which can withstand the torturous wrath of time. This monstrous mass of stone proudly stands
about fifty feet high. For me, the Rock is a secure and comfortable place which helps me feel safe.
I frequent this natural beauty to contemplate and get away from it all.
This rustic essence rises high and mighty on my property right next to my house on Tobin Road, West
Roxbury, Massachusetts. As I look up at it from rock bottom, I can faintly hear it calling my name.
As I ascend the Rock it illuminates a welcoming presence. While sitting on the highest peak of the
Rock, I can feel the crisp, clean oxygen rushing through my lungs. The natural purity of the oxygen
encourages my thoughts to clear. All my worries are stripped away. The beauty of life can be
appreciated in the abundance of animals and insects who take shelter here. As I observe my
surroundings I spy birds gathering twigs for their nests, squirrels chomping on acorns, chipmunks
nestling under leaves, and rabbits cuddling their young. Though I am quiet and non-threatening,
they do not see it that way. They choose instead to flee from my presence. These habituous
creatures appear to live in harmony.
The path leading to the Rock's highest peak is jagged and steep. I must brace myself and grab
hold of the nearest slippery branch as I attempt the climb. The thorns on the branches are sharp
and prickly which makes the adventure more hazardous to pursue. Sadness and disgust surround me as
I see broken bottles, soda cans, and trash thrown around the Rock. I think to myself. How dare
they! I stop in my tracks and quickly pick up the garbage hoping the Rock was unharmed and unaware.
I eagerly continue my climb. The squirrels scale the skyscraper trees which tower over me. Once
at the top, I gaze down upon the never-ending Rock; it looks depressed and naked because mother
nature has removed the greenery temporarily but its beauty remains intact.
The dark ground is freshly wet and mud-filled because rain arrived just this morning. The abundance
of rocks connected and unconnected are dirty and slippery. Each individual rock is a stepping stone
to the next. One very special rock among the many scattered here is my favorite. It is the only
one, which, upon standing on it gives me the perfect lookout to survey the magnificent natural
The Rock overlooks Draper Field which is directly behind my house. It is a haven for the sports
fanatic. I will often sit high up on the Rock and watch youngsters hitting baseballs, teenagers
kicking soccer balls, and older folks throwing footballs on Thanksgiving Day. Whether I am in a
good mood or a bad mood, the Rock is like my second home.
When I am up there, on the Rock, I stand tall physically and emotionally. I feel like I am in a
different world, a world where humanity and urban settings are not present. I feel that the Rock is
unappreciated by society because it is isolated and not fancy enough for some. The Rock is one of
the few natural sights but it is struggling to survive environmental changes. People should
appreciate the beauty of the Rock because it unifies us with nature and all it has to offer. The
Rock provides me with comfort and security and never lets me down.
Jack London was an American novelist and short
story writer whose works dealt with the overwhelming
Snowboarding has earned its right to be called
an American sport because it expresses free spirit