My Portfolio

 

Sign my guest book after you read my writing.

 

 

Cover Page:

I chose these pieces to represent my best worj this quarter because they are
included my positive thinking about my work.  Also because it is my most
incredible most thoughtful work.  The first piece I chose was about ConVal
students because it stats the facts.  Also because it is true.  I chose Spring
because it is my favorite season I chose the story about Katherine and James
because it is a true story I chose friendship because it is a strong subject to
me and friendships are strong.  I also chose to write to Shel Silverstein
because he is the best writer.  Also because this way my first piece I have ever
done.

 

 

 

 

ConVal Students

Small, short
Tall, thin
Fat, medium
These are students at ConVal
Dyed long hair
Colored short hair
Big, long, blue jeans
Wide, flare colorful pants
Ripped old shirts
New shirts with style
Clean white or black sneakers
Nice cars
Clean cars
Old cars
Dirty cars
Wanna be thugs
Wanna be punks
Blue, green, and brown eyes
Big red eyes
This is what I see at ConVal

 

A LETTER TO THE BEST
WRITER IN THE WORLD!

Dear Shel Silverstein,
How are you? I am fine.
What is it like to be a famous author?
When I finish high school,
I want to go to college
And major in English.
What did you do to become a writer?
Your advice and thoughts will help
Guide and encourage me.
Your writing is so inspirational.
What is life like?
How did you think of things about your writing?
How does it feel to be a famous writer with everyone
reading your work?
As a beginner writer thoughts and ideas
Do not come to mind fast.
But the comments of others help and my writing improves
Everyday.
What college did you attend?
The thoughts of your death saddens me.
But your writing keeps many reading and writing everyday.
Did you do anything else with your life?
My favorite to write about is my friends, others,
and myself.
Writing to me
Feels like a bird with open arms flying high in the sky.
What does writing mean to you?

Sincerely, your fan,
Crystal Allard


 

FRIENDSHIPS 

Friends are a very long lifeline +
When needed they are there 
Long walks in woods, coming backcovered in pine 
Secret games of truth or dare 
Stories, pictures, memories, and smiles 
Many things to share 
Sharing clothes and letters thrown in piles 
Late talks, music, shopping malls 
Friendship bounds like kitchen tiles 
Making long distance telephone calls 
Our friendship is like very strong wine 
Walking down the long school halls 
A friendship that will always be held by twine 


REVISED:

FRIENDSHIPS

Friends are a very long lifeline.

When needed they are there.

Long walks through the woods, coming back covered in pine.

Secret games of truth or dare.

Stories, picture, memories, and smiles.

Many things to share,

Many things to share.

Do each others hair.

Sharing clothes and letters thrown in piles.

Late talks, music, and shopping malls.

Friendship bounds like kitchen tiles.

Making lon distance phone calls.

Walking down the long school halls.

A friendship that will always be held by twine.

 


In the mind of James Parker

Struggling behind me, Robert Tullouch walked slow as
can be. The fear I think struck him. We live only 35
miles away from the Zantops, Susan and Half, them
being around the age of 55. They live in Hanover New
Hampshire. Just 35 miles from the Vermont border. I
think it is even less. They are brilliant people with
a lot of experience of teaching. They work at a
college near their home. Many students enjoy their
teaching.


The thought of, "Why, am I doing this?" ran through my
head a million times. I was confused at this time and
had no thoughts or feelings. Why was I feeling this? I
am a great student, on honor roll and do community
service for my town. As, we got closer to the house
sweat began to trickle down my face. Was it the sign
of fear? On the other hand, was I just nervous?
A knife that I ordered in my right hand was clinching
to my skin. Maybe it was not ready to murder these
great people. The people that did no harm to me. These
people who did not even know me. Why did I let Robert
get me into this? I am only 16 years old. Hay, I still
have my life ahead of me. What would I do if I were to
be caught? A few more steps I have to take. Imagine
you running fast, trying to race. Your heart is
beating a few thousand times in a second. My heart was
beating double that. "What was I doing?" I was going
to all of a sudden STOP these peoples' heart beat. I
was going to KILL them. "Robert, were are you?" I
whispered. "Right here!" he replied to me. He was
carrying a gun. I could hear it banging against his
leg. Bang, bang, bang.


As I began to slow down, Robert began to catch up to
me. It was like a race, which one of us was going to
get there first. Robert had the entire plan set and I
was just there to make sure they were dead. What did
they do wrong to him? Did he have an affair with Susan
Zantop? He never told me about it. I never really
bothered to ask.


All of the lights were off, as we drew closer to
there home. It is a nice home. Likable trim and clean
on the outside. The kind of home a middle class person
would have. The kind of house that I always wanted.
Robert began to enter through the front door me being
behind him. Why was it unlocked? As, I entered I began
to raise my knife. I was ready to back my best friend
up. I began to grow closer to Robert. He had the gun
beside him. We walked toward their bedroom. I opened
the door and Robert fired the first shot. It hit Susan
in the head. Then, he shot at Half. It hit him in the
heart. I went over to the lying corpse and stuck my
knife into Susan. I began to shake. I was scared.
"Lets go!" I yelled. "Lets get going before anyone
arrives here and finds us in mundane existence."


Robert picked the gun up and we ran down the stairs.
"Why was I running?" "Why didn't I mind killing the
Zantops?" " Why did I have no feeling?" I followed
behind and I began to run. Run fast as if I was in a
race. I reached the car first. I got in and locked my
door. Robert was running slowly behind and opened the
driver's side of the car. We drove off and I never
looked back!

 

It all began with the 'Hellos' and 'How are you?' That day was the best for
her. It was a day that I actually saw a sparkle in her eye. They all just
stood there, shocked, not knowing what to expect next. Thoughts ran through
their heads wondering what my next move was. "They" meaning Kathrine and
James, my true best friends. Freinds that I can depend on. Friends that I know
will be togther. Both who are nice, shy, and funny. They were meant to be. 
But, I needed to pull some strings.


The night before we ll went out, we all got together, all of us, including my
boyfriend. Katherine stood there, shy at first, looking around, smoking a
Newport. Gosh, one thing that James hated, was smokers. Needless to say, he
didn't mind. Once Katherine got done, she threw her cigarette on the groun and
stepped on it. She flattened it to the ground with all her wieght, so hard, it
was as flat as the road. We all loaded into the car. Katherine and James in
the back, DJ (my boyfriend) and I up front. We were now headed off to the city. 
I kept looking back at Katherine and James still saying, "How was your day?" 
and "What do you like to do?" Just small talk nothing much.


When we arrived in Concord, we loaded out of the car and walked into the mall. 
DJ and i holding hands. Katherine and James jut moping behind. James needed a
CD, so, as I usually do, I told her to go along with him. Katherine always
listens to me, so she followed him, while DJ and I walked in the other
direction.

 

The sun beat down on my dark complicated skin. I was so hot, sitting in the sun, in between my parents. His voice ran through my ears like a blue bird in the morning. We were fighting for our right. Hay, I was human also. I live in America. I was suppose to be free. Nevertheless, what ever happened to that? All I heard was, " I have a dream!" Wow! What a powerful sentence. It was like hearing God speaking down to me. He wanted us to be free. Who cares if I was an African American. I was still a human with rights, laws and freedom. He stood there short. He is a tiny man. However, a very powerful speaker. Signs stood everywhere. People shouting "Here, here and Amen." I was a first wondering if I should of went. I am only 16. But the point was that I needed to take a stand for what they did to me. What they have put me through, sitting on the bus in the back, different bathrooms and different water bubblers. 

This was out of control. I would understand if we were all sick. Yet, we are not. My mom leaned towards me. She whispered, "please go get me your baby sister." "Yes, mama," I said. I started to walk towards my aunt, when all of a sudden, I heard, "run, run for your life." I turned around and there was a policeman looking right at me. I began to get scared. I was hot and bothered and now I had a pig in front of me. He was a pig. I know what they do to little girls. I began to run. Run fast. I did not want to get beat or be his lover tonight. I ran home and waited for my parents. They were supposed to be coming. Where were they? I began to cry. All of a sudden, my pa came running in. He came in, knelt down and hugged. We both cried. Mama was in the car, so was my baby sister was in the car. Along with my aunt. I packed my things and we left. At night, I prey that Martin Luther is still all right. A week later on the news I heard he was shot. Why? Why was he shot? He was so great. He had a dream. A dream that whites and blacks were going to walk down the street with hands linked and chained together.

Walking into Applebees' and being greeted with a smile make your eating time a better time.
Walking into Applebees' and being greetedwith a smile make your eating time a better time. The host or your hostess opens the door for you and is wearing a maroon or green dark shirt. Along with a pair of Khakis. They usually stand by the podium and ask,"Would you like smoking or non-smoking." The antiques hanging on the walls brighten your stay. The old baseball signs and pictures representing it being a pub!

If you can sit down at the covey cousion bench, that wraps around the window! You can be seated at a booth, high table, bar or a regular table. I personally have sat at all of the spaces, but I prefer the high tables.

The menu is filled with all kinds of food and drinks. When I started getting hungry, I usually got a salad or soup. The meals ranged from Chicken and Broccoli Alfredo, to Steak and Onions, Mushrooms, and Provolone Cheese. I usually get Their Chicken Fingers, and French Fries, with some Honey- mustard on the side. Thye drinks are soda, shakes, and your typical alcohol beverage, also they had lemonade, and water. The lemonade was freshly made, and the shakes come in different flavors. The best is the chocolate or fudge.

This past weekend, we celebrated my 18Th birthday! The waiters, waitresses, host, hostess,and other workers came out singing," Happy Birthday." to me. I was happy and embraced.

The waitress or waiter comes up at least once and asks how your meal is, or to see if you need a refill for your pop. The reason why Apple Bee's is so well and enjoyable, the people, food and the atmosphere.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Let me know how my writing affected you. 

My Portfolio

 

Sign my guest book after you read my writing.

 

 

Cover Page:

I chose these pieces to represent my best worj this quarter because they are
included my positive thinking about my work.  Also because it is my most
incredible most thoughtful work.  The first piece I chose was about ConVal
students because it stats the facts.  Also because it is true.  I chose Spring
because it is my favorite season I chose the story about Katherine and James
because it is a true story I chose friendship because it is a strong subject to
me and friendships are strong.  I also chose to write to Shel Silverstein
because he is the best writer.  Also because this way my first piece I have ever
done.

 

 

 

 

ConVal Students

Small, short
Tall, thin
Fat, medium
These are students at ConVal
Dyed long hair
Colored short hair
Big, long, blue jeans
Wide, flare colorful pants
Ripped old shirts
New shirts with style
Clean white or black sneakers
Nice cars
Clean cars
Old cars
Dirty cars
Wanna be thugs
Wanna be punks
Blue, green, and brown eyes
Big red eyes
This is what I see at ConVal

 

A LETTER TO THE BEST
WRITER IN THE WORLD!

Dear Shel Silverstein,
How are you? I am fine.
What is it like to be a famous author?
When I finish high school,
I want to go to college
And major in English.
What did you do to become a writer?
Your advice and thoughts will help
Guide and encourage me.
Your writing is so inspirational.
What is life like?
How did you think of things about your writing?
How does it feel to be a famous writer with everyone
reading your work?
As a beginner writer thoughts and ideas
Do not come to mind fast.
But the comments of others help and my writing improves
Everyday.
What college did you attend?
The thoughts of your death saddens me.
But your writing keeps many reading and writing everyday.
Did you do anything else with your life?
My favorite to write about is my friends, others,
and myself.
Writing to me
Feels like a bird with open arms flying high in the sky.
What does writing mean to you?

Sincerely, your fan,
Crystal Allard


 

FRIENDSHIPS 

Friends are a very long lifeline +
When needed they are there 
Long walks in woods, coming backcovered in pine 
Secret games of truth or dare 
Stories, pictures, memories, and smiles 
Many things to share 
Sharing clothes and letters thrown in piles 
Late talks, music, shopping malls 
Friendship bounds like kitchen tiles 
Making long distance telephone calls 
Our friendship is like very strong wine 
Walking down the long school halls 
A friendship that will always be held by twine 


REVISED:

FRIENDSHIPS

Friends are a very long lifeline.

When needed they are there.

Long walks through the woods, coming back covered in pine.

Secret games of truth or dare.

Stories, picture, memories, and smiles.

Many things to share,

Many things to share.

Do each others hair.

Sharing clothes and letters thrown in piles.

Late talks, music, and shopping malls.

Friendship bounds like kitchen tiles.

Making lon distance phone calls.

Walking down the long school halls.

A friendship that will always be held by twine.

 


In the mind of James Parker

Struggling behind me, Robert Tullouch walked slow as
can be. The fear I think struck him. We live only 35
miles away from the Zantops, Susan and Half, them
being around the age of 55. They live in Hanover New
Hampshire. Just 35 miles from the Vermont border. I
think it is even less. They are brilliant people with
a lot of experience of teaching. They work at a
college near their home. Many students enjoy their
teaching.


The thought of, "Why, am I doing this?" ran through my
head a million times. I was confused at this time and
had no thoughts or feelings. Why was I feeling this? I
am a great student, on honor roll and do community
service for my town. As, we got closer to the house
sweat began to trickle down my face. Was it the sign
of fear? On the other hand, was I just nervous?
A knife that I ordered in my right hand was clinching
to my skin. Maybe it was not ready to murder these
great people. The people that did no harm to me. These
people who did not even know me. Why did I let Robert
get me into this? I am only 16 years old. Hay, I still
have my life ahead of me. What would I do if I were to
be caught? A few more steps I have to take. Imagine
you running fast, trying to race. Your heart is
beating a few thousand times in a second. My heart was
beating double that. "What was I doing?" I was going
to all of a sudden STOP these peoples' heart beat. I
was going to KILL them. "Robert, were are you?" I
whispered. "Right here!" he replied to me. He was
carrying a gun. I could hear it banging against his
leg. Bang, bang, bang.


As I began to slow down, Robert began to catch up to
me. It was like a race, which one of us was going to
get there first. Robert had the entire plan set and I
was just there to make sure they were dead. What did
they do wrong to him? Did he have an affair with Susan
Zantop? He never told me about it. I never really
bothered to ask.


All of the lights were off, as we drew closer to
there home. It is a nice home. Likable trim and clean
on the outside. The kind of home a middle class person
would have. The kind of house that I always wanted.
Robert began to enter through the front door me being
behind him. Why was it unlocked? As, I entered I began
to raise my knife. I was ready to back my best friend
up. I began to grow closer to Robert. He had the gun
beside him. We walked toward their bedroom. I opened
the door and Robert fired the first shot. It hit Susan
in the head. Then, he shot at Half. It hit him in the
heart. I went over to the lying corpse and stuck my
knife into Susan. I began to shake. I was scared.
"Lets go!" I yelled. "Lets get going before anyone
arrives here and finds us in mundane existence."


Robert picked the gun up and we ran down the stairs.
"Why was I running?" "Why didn't I mind killing the
Zantops?" " Why did I have no feeling?" I followed
behind and I began to run. Run fast as if I was in a
race. I reached the car first. I got in and locked my
door. Robert was running slowly behind and opened the
driver's side of the car. We drove off and I never
looked back!

 

It all began with the 'Hellos' and 'How are you?' That day was the best for
her. It was a day that I actually saw a sparkle in her eye. They all just
stood there, shocked, not knowing what to expect next. Thoughts ran through
their heads wondering what my next move was. "They" meaning Kathrine and
James, my true best friends. Freinds that I can depend on. Friends that I know
will be togther. Both who are nice, shy, and funny. They were meant to be. 
But, I needed to pull some strings.


The night before we ll went out, we all got together, all of us, including my
boyfriend. Katherine stood there, shy at first, looking around, smoking a
Newport. Gosh, one thing that James hated, was smokers. Needless to say, he
didn't mind. Once Katherine got done, she threw her cigarette on the groun and
stepped on it. She flattened it to the ground with all her wieght, so hard, it
was as flat as the road. We all loaded into the car. Katherine and James in
the back, DJ (my boyfriend) and I up front. We were now headed off to the city. 
I kept looking back at Katherine and James still saying, "How was your day?" 
and "What do you like to do?" Just small talk nothing much.


When we arrived in Concord, we loaded out of the car and walked into the mall. 
DJ and i holding hands. Katherine and James jut moping behind. James needed a
CD, so, as I usually do, I told her to go along with him. Katherine always
listens to me, so she followed him, while DJ and I walked in the other
direction.

 

The sun beat down on my dark complicated skin. I was so hot, sitting in the sun, in between my parents. His voice ran through my ears like a blue bird in the morning. We were fighting for our right. Hay, I was human also. I live in America. I was suppose to be free. Nevertheless, what ever happened to that? All I heard was, " I have a dream!" Wow! What a powerful sentence. It was like hearing God speaking down to me. He wanted us to be free. Who cares if I was an African American. I was still a human with rights, laws and freedom. He stood there short. He is a tiny man. However, a very powerful speaker. Signs stood everywhere. People shouting "Here, here and Amen." I was a first wondering if I should of went. I am only 16. But the point was that I needed to take a stand for what they did to me. What they have put me through, sitting on the bus in the back, different bathrooms and different water bubblers. 

This was out of control. I would understand if we were all sick. Yet, we are not. My mom leaned towards me. She whispered, "please go get me your baby sister." "Yes, mama," I said. I started to walk towards my aunt, when all of a sudden, I heard, "run, run for your life." I turned around and there was a policeman looking right at me. I began to get scared. I was hot and bothered and now I had a pig in front of me. He was a pig. I know what they do to little girls. I began to run. Run fast. I did not want to get beat or be his lover tonight. I ran home and waited for my parents. They were supposed to be coming. Where were they? I began to cry. All of a sudden, my pa came running in. He came in, knelt down and hugged. We both cried. Mama was in the car, so was my baby sister was in the car. Along with my aunt. I packed my things and we left. At night, I prey that Martin Luther is still all right. A week later on the news I heard he was shot. Why? Why was he shot? He was so great. He had a dream. A dream that whites and blacks were going to walk down the street with hands linked and chained together.

Walking into Applebees' and being greeted with a smile make your eating time a better time.
Walking into Applebees' and being greetedwith a smile make your eating time a better time. The host or your hostess opens the door for you and is wearing a maroon or green dark shirt. Along with a pair of Khakis. They usually stand by the podium and ask,"Would you like smoking or non-smoking." The antiques hanging on the walls brighten your stay. The old baseball signs and pictures representing it being a pub!

If you can sit down at the covey cousion bench, that wraps around the window! You can be seated at a booth, high table, bar or a regular table. I personally have sat at all of the spaces, but I prefer the high tables.

The menu is filled with all kinds of food and drinks. When I started getting hungry, I usually got a salad or soup. The meals ranged from Chicken and Broccoli Alfredo, to Steak and Onions, Mushrooms, and Provolone Cheese. I usually get Their Chicken Fingers, and French Fries, with some Honey- mustard on the side. Thye drinks are soda, shakes, and your typical alcohol beverage, also they had lemonade, and water. The lemonade was freshly made, and the shakes come in different flavors. The best is the chocolate or fudge.

This past weekend, we celebrated my 18Th birthday! The waiters, waitresses, host, hostess,and other workers came out singing," Happy Birthday." to me. I was happy and embraced.

The waitress or waiter comes up at least once and asks how your meal is, or to see if you need a refill for your pop. The reason why Apple Bee's is so well and enjoyable, the people, food and the atmosphere.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Let me know how my writing affected you. 


Date:
16 Apr 2001
Time:
02:29:29
Remote User:
 

Comments

Good Job!


Date:
19 Apr 2001
Time:
00:39:35
Remote User:
 

Comments

Nice writing Crystal. Your birthday is in the spring!!! Thanks for the reminder. (haha) Mom


Date:
14 May 2001
Time:
12:34:46
Remote User:
 

Comments

Your poem on Friendships is written very well. I feel I get to know you a little better after reading it. I always told my self a good peice of writing is good if the author truely expresses ones self and I feel you did that very well. I also feel I can relate to your poem because Steven Texeira, who I think you know share some of the same qualities you talked about in your poem.


Date:
14 May 2001
Time:
12:36:35
Remote User:
 

Comments

Your poem on Friendships is written very well. I feel I get to know you a little better after reading it. I always told my self a good peice of writing is good if the author truely expresses ones self and I feel you did that very well. I also feel I can relate to your poem because Steven Texeira(my best friend), who I think you know share some of the same qualities you talked about in your poem. Jungle Juice


Date:
14 May 2001
Time:
12:38:18
Remote User:
 

Comments

Your poem on Friendships is written very well. I feel I get to know you a little better after reading it. I always told my self a good peice of writing is good if the author truely expresses ones self and I feel you did that very well. I also feel I can relate to your poem because Steven Texeira(my best friend), who I think you know share some of the same qualities you talked about in your poem. Jungle Juice


Date:
01 Jun 2001
Time:
12:12:10
Remote User:
 

Comments

nice job crystal,your work is the bomb! :) nikki


Date:
11 Jun 2001
Time:
20:16:23
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Comments


Date:
11 Jun 2001
Time:
20:16:53
Remote User:
 

Comments

Crystal,


Date:
11 Jun 2001
Time:
20:23:30
Remote User:
 

Comments

Crystal,

Your work is very good. I also like the way you added color to your writting of Conval Students! Your work seems to also be well thought out, you did a great job! My grading scale is P-Poor, G-Good, E-Excellent I give your work a EEEE (well maybe a few!!!!!)


Date:
14 Jun 2001
Time:
18:12:57
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Hi. Mr. McGonegal here. This is your portfolio evaluation. Do you remember what I use for an evaluation scale? An "AW" for AWARD WINNING, a "P" for PUBLISHABLE, or a "p" for PASSING. Your first piece: P. Your second piece: p. Your third piece: p. Your fourth piece: P. Your fifth piece: P. Your sixth piece: p. Your seventh piece: p. Overall, your portfolio represented some of the good work you did this quarter. It was a pleasure writing with you this quarter, and I hope you will keep writing and stop by trueteacher.com to see what your successors are writing for "found poems," "criminal mind" stories, and travelogues. Best, Mr. M.