My Portfolio

 

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Cover Page: I choose these pieces to represent my best work this quarter because they all
are what I consider to be good.  The first piece I chose because I used found
words to tell my story.  The second piece I chose because I could describe the
educational enviroment.  The third piece I chose because it is the way I feel
about a certian kind of species known to me as, "fake people."  The fourth piece
I chose because I was completely random and crazy-minded when I wrote it.

 

 

 

 

Punk

child life
wrong
others classify
called crazy, psycho, lunatic, freak, maniac, weird, fool, geek
hurtul pain, sorrow, sadness
curse, anger
hate fakes that explore for security, humanity
dark thoughts
open mind, make points, think, hear, see, do
find love for chaos, anarchy
know myself
right


 

IN THE HALLWAY
 

Lockers conceal peoples possessions
Signs tell you where to go.
Clocks tell us when it's time to be hurded like
the cattle we really are.
The rug is tattered to shreds.
The water fountain are undrinkable.
Bathrooms are unsafe.
Over achievers working way too hard, but for what good reason?
Too many fake people try to keep their false, idealistic image.
The teachers try to be nice as they patrol our behavior.
No one is real,
No one to trust,
Even the few who know how things go.

 

TAKE A GLANCE AT REALITY 


I am lost and all alone 
in this world full of fakes. 
I hope my message will be known. 
Why don't you listen for goodness sakes! 

Are you afraid of what you may hear? 
Are you frightened by the truth? 
Your reality fear 
is like a pain on my tooth. 
It's a constant annoyance I find wrong 
and ignorant as well. 
My anticipation will be long 
Until your fakeness has fell. 

And I will laugh at you 
as you have done to me. 
My words will stick like glue. 
And you will finally see, 
Hopefully.... 

DISOBEDIENT DAY LIVER

James Thomas

I am not crazy. Doctors have diagnosed me as seeing hallucinations, paranoia, and odd behavioral problems. They gave me medication, but I never took the stuff. Besides, it was kind of fun. I enjoyed my abnormalities.

It was sometime in the afternoon, and I was driving a stolen car into Nevada. I was about 30 minutes away from my destination and I could feel the weirdness begin all over again. There were bats all over the damn car, and I tried swatting at them, but I just couldn't seem to hit the things. I then spotted a hitchhiker on the side of the road.

"I can't stop here, this is bat country!" I exclaimed to myself. I stopped in the middle of the road anyway. The kid recited his joy as he hopped in the car. He peered at me strangely whenever he saw me swatting at those damn bats. I then started the car.

"Do you know where I'm going?" the kid asked. I payed no attention.

""Excuse me Sir," he said. I stopped the car. I then turned around and stared deeply into his eyes. He was trying to look like he didn't have a problem with me, but I know he did.

"He was lying to me," oops!

"I was speaking my thoughts aloud," ahhh! I had done it again and I quickly covered my mouth.

"Ummm... Thanks for the ride, but I kinda like it here!" the kid said right before he leapt out of the car and ran.

"Come back here and I'll eat your lungs!" I screamed to him. Stupid kids.

I slammed on the pedal. It was imperative that I get to Las Vegas. I didn't need to get the car back to my employer until tomorrow anyways . But if I didn't get there soon, then we'd have to pay for my suite.

I arrived finally and the air was dim. I parked at the front of the hotel and a man was waiting with blond hair to park my vehicle for me. I got out, and he gave me a ticket.

"Do I need this?" I asked in hesitation.

"It's hoow you get back." he replied. He looked up and his face began to morph all around in a stream of hazy color.

I couldn't stand looking at him, so I almost ran into the hotel.

I waited in line and I could hear myself mumble, "pork fried rice," over and over again. As I developed the sight of my surroundings, the floor grew veins and everyones voice was a whipsper. I could feel the weaselsclosing in on me. It was almost a secure feeling thinking of my demise. A blanket that covers the harshness that has made life less enjoyalbe in a way.

I finally got up to the front and kinda felt funny. I knew I was going to act insane, which mind you I was not insane, just unique. Ignore this terrible emotion, I thought to myself. But, by that time, it was too late to try and prevent the inevitable.

"Hi there!" I yelled, "Ummmm...I would enjoy a room please. It's under Dr. fishstick, StickFish, Miswick!" Damn! I had screwed up. That of course, wasn't my real name. But I knew that is jerk was going to be staying here, so I figured I might as well steal his reservation. The lady gave me a key, and her head turned into tha of a snake. I screamed a short yelp, and ran to the bar to go hang out. I sta at the front of the bar. There is where the floor began to be covered with blood.

"Order some golf shoes! I yelled, "It 's the only way toget through this muck!" I looke around. What I saw was complete lunacy. The bar was filled with iguanas, some dancing, and some fighting. It seemed to me like a bunch of used car sales men on a break. But there were especially at that time of night. I was in a reptile zoo, and someone was giving these damn things alcohol. I tackled one in an effort to save myself, but it turned into human. I ahd to get out of there. I darted to my room, filled the bathtub, and put on a nice suit, then I passed out in the warm liquid known as water.

I woke up and before I left, I sprayed ketchup on the wall that formed a big Z. I drove the car to my employer and recieved $700.00 bucks for my efforts.

"You've gone completly sideways," I told him before I left. He was used to my frequent exclamations by this time.

I took a plane back home satisfied by the interesting trip. It made me realize that I am too weird to live and too rare to die. And I love my job. And pie. It was Sweet, sweet pie. Well, I must get going before the locks get changed on my door. Good-bye.

"A DETERMINED OWENS"

Christopher Knight

"You aren't going and that's final!"

"But mom, I can win!" Jesse said confidently.

"Now Jesse, you listen to your mother! I'll have no more talk of running, or the Olympics at the table."

Jesse's father is a stern man, and a hard worker. He puts everything into his family, and he wasn't about to lose his son.

"Do you know what is happening over there boy?" Jesse's father asked in a stern tone."Discrimination, persecution, the whole of Germany is wrapped up in that Nazi propaganda!"

"That's why I want to go." Jesse said calmly.

"Why, so Hitler can prove himself right by beating a black man?! People back home don't even want you to go! What makes you think they are going to except you?" Jesse's father asked in an attempt to catch him without an answer.

"Father you know that 's no true! We wouldn't even be having his conversation if there weren't people out there that wanted me to go." Jesse raised his voice in hopes to be acknowledged for his running abilities. "I have earned the honor of going to the Olympics, and there I will run with the best!" Jesse said with an anxious voice.

Jesse's mother sitting in the corner sobbing, and the slight appearance of tears in his fathers eyes sobered him from his roused state. Jesse, being well aware that his parents were scared for him, knew that he had to be gentle with them.

"I am going to show the world that we are no longer seperated by race."

"But what if you don't Jesse?" His mother questioned.

"Mother you don't need to ask me that question. Both of you have raised me up well, and besides, I am going to win!"

"Well you make sure you do just that!" Jesse's Father said demandingly. "I won't have failure from you after such a fine speech. You come home in one piece, and you bring me a gold medal."

Jesse stood up straight, and with tears resting in his eyes, he replied "Yes Sir."

Jesse wasn't sure that he would win, but he made a promise to his father, and he wanteed to show the wporld that he was as good as the rest of it. He went to Germany remembering his home, and his parents. He returned home just after the newspapers hit the sidewalks. Owens had brought home four gold medals.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Date:
18 Apr 2001
Time:
00:49:35
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groovy yo!

~kim~


Date:
31 May 2001
Time:
12:31:23
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Hey, your writing is truthful, yet nagtive but is well done..CM


Date:
06 Jun 2001
Time:
02:32:18
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James, your first piece I'm assuming is PE 1 the found poem. I like it. You succeded as with all your work in telling the reader what you see and give them a very clear mental picture. I don't get the sudden ending with right? You get on a roll with all your descriptions then a sudden end. In a redraft I would suggest adding more to the end. Don't touch anything else, just make it a tad bit longer. My rating scale is 1= try again 2= could use work 3= O.K 4= Spiffy/dandy 5= Masterpiece This piece earns a 4 - 4.5 Good work. - Your Evaluator Josh Hudson Your second piece Im evaluating is the criminal mind piece. And you do a really good job of putting the reader in the shoes of someone who has some serious hallucinations along with other mental problems. If I needed to chose something that confuses me it would be all the hallucinations but thats cool. In another draft I can't think of anything I would change, except maybe have him encounter more people and get more awkward reactions. My rating scale is 1= try again 2= could use work 3= O.K 4= Spiffy/dandy 5= Masterpiece. I think this piece deserves a 4.8 it shows that you can think up some funky stuff and really give a good description of wierd. - Josh Hudson


Date:
06 Jun 2001
Time:
12:20:45
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Hi james, your piece take a glance at reality was pretty ngative but truthful. In poetry negativity brings out good words. Here you tried to convey the feelings of one who has felt stomped upon and who has not been appreciated. The emotions that have come out of this piece of writing are very truthful yet a little negative. But not to say that is bad at all. You succeeded well in portraying your feelings about the way society is run, and what needs to change. The mental pictures gained in this poem are of the truth and should be silent. I was alittle confused by some of your view points such as when you say " You reality fear" iw as quite lost at the meaning of it. In another draft piece I would not use such confusing sentences and remain clear to your topic. My grade scale is " Standing "O", "Tip your hat", and " Just clap"... I gave you a " Tip your hat" because the poem was well done, yet a little confusing at some points. your evaluator: Chris M


Date:
06 Jun 2001
Time:
21:37:59
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James, your first piece was PE 1, the found poem. It was quite entertaining to red. You succeded informing the reader how life really is for you and for others. The reader gets a very lcear picture of this and is in that, more understanding. If i were to go back and change something I would use not as many words on line 4, and I would add more and break it into two stanzas. But since there was a limit on words, it is understood. My grade scale is, "Gold Medal" , "Silver Medal" , "Bronze"... this piece earned a silver..... your evaluator.... Chris Monether


Date:
12 Jun 2001
Time:
01:08:41
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Your first peice is a drft of PE1, in wich you tried saying your a punk. you succeeded in some of what comes along with that. I have been a punk my entire life and have grown up with them, though I my not dress like one dosnt meen a thing, punk is not a fashion. And you do relize Anarchy will never happen it's just a nice dream, their is acts of Anarchy.I felt a little confused when it said now myself right.In another draft I would ad more about society and how it effects you, and change the name. My rating is an A,B, or, C you get a B-. Your evaluator Dominic Scialla


Date:
12 Jun 2001
Time:
01:08:43
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Your first peice is a drft of PE1, in wich you tried saying your a punk. you succeeded in some of what comes along with that. I have been a punk my entire life and have grown up with them, though I my not dress like one dosnt meen a thing, punk is not a fashion. And you do relize Anarchy will never happen it's just a nice dream, their is acts of Anarchy.I felt a little confused when it said now myself right.In another draft I would ad more about society and how it effects you, and change the name. My rating is an A,B, or, C you get a B-. Your evaluator Dominic Scialla


Date:
12 Jun 2001
Time:
01:15:50
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Your second peice is pretty good. you tried to explaine life at school. you succeeded in letting people know what a joke Conval is.I felt a little confused when I read bathrooms are unsafe.In another draft I think you should explain that the kids at school should stop living a fantasy and face reality. My rating scale is 1, 2, 3, 1 being the best you get a 1. your evaluator: Dominic Scialla


Date:
14 Jun 2001
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18:32:15
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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. 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.