Creative Writing Portfolio 20062007 Forest Park

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Creative Writing Portfolio 2006-2007Forest Park

• Nate Christian
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• Mrs. Dowling

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Introduction

• Hallo, enthält diese Mappe Schreiben, die von
  mir geschrieben werden, Nate Christ. In diesem
  Gewebe folio werden Sie Geschichten um mein Leben
  finden, sowie Fiktionengeschichten geschrieben
  haben, zu amüsieren. Ich werde hoffen, dass Sie
  genießen!
• trans. Hello, this portfolio contains writings
  written by me, Nate Christian. In this web folio,
  you will find stories about my life as well as
  fiction stories written to amuse. Hope you enjoy!

Table of Contents
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Table of Contents

• Portfolio 1
• Stubborn Bolt
• Controversial Clothing
• Talking Vegetable
• Living the Good Life
• Fateful Night
• The Road to Bug-Out
• Poetry
• Nikko Trip
• Reflections

• Portfolio 2
• Jump Off
• Pilgrim Pimp
• The Millipede
• Me, Myself, and I
• Field Trip
• Historical Fiction
• I Believe
• Reflections

• Portfolio 3
• Alter Ego
• Wake up on an Island
• Wake Up
• Legacy
• Will
• Sneezing ( Additional Work)?
• Poetry(Links to first, then scroll for the rest)?
• Commercial Script
• Reflections

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Alter Ego

• My alter ego, well I would be the quiet one. The
  kid in the corner watching. Watching all of the
  drunks, watching and waiting for them to do
  something crazy, like drink out of a fish bowl or
  do back flips off the roof into a pool. I would
  drink only one beer and act like I was drunk. And
  be the one no one sees, and no one cares about.

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Wake up on an Island

• Ten years have passed. I have looked and walked
  on every inch of this island. No life except
  snakes and eagles. My do chip and I have settles
  in quite nicely We have a two bedroom hut with
  kitchen and two beds. Its quite sturdy too,
  withstanding the strongest winds and rain. Though
  I miss my job, girlfriend and car. I cant
  believe 10 years have passed since I have been
  home. Will I ever go back? Who knows. Hopefully I
  will be able to get out of here. I do not
  remember exactly how I got here except for
  wanting to take a tour of this place and pirates
  took my boat while sleeping on the beach.

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Wake Up

• Wow I exclaimed, turning over in my bed. I
  forgot about that. The Tsunami which struck my
  country, had taken my home as well. The barren
  ground where my home once stood is now empty and
  fertile ground.
• It has been a year since that terrible night,
  but the sights and sounds still haunt me in my
  sleep. The shrieks of pain and horror echo
  through the hallways. Water rushing through the
  rooms and glass shattering will never let me be
  the same. I will never feel safe, life is
  unpredictable and I can never stop what my fate
  is going to be.

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Legacy

• As Dane Cook once said, I want to leave my
  legacy on someone. Well, its true, everyone
  wants to leave their mark. Some more noticeable
  than others. In his eyes, smashing an ice cream
  cone in a childs face is one of the more
  noticeable legacies you can leave on someone.
  However, for me I find leaving a mark needs to be
  make you look like you cared or put effort into
  you work.
• Photos I have taken as well as memories I have
  left with people are what I want to be remembered
  for. Whether happy or sad, I want to leave my
  mark, keeping faith for some, or even showing
  what not to do when given a certain situation. I
  say, put your best foot forward, and give it your
  all, because thats all you can do, and if you
  always try, your legacy will be left, and you
  will be remembered.

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Will

• In my will, I plan to leave a plethora of items
  to my heir, whomever that may be. My first item
  will be the country of Scotland. Since I am King
  of Scotland, I would find it quite fitting to
  leave the country to my heir to run and allow for
  this country to prosper in the years to come. The
  next item in my will, would most certainly be my
  private airplane.
• Since being King of Scotland requires attention
  in all parts of the country as well as the world,
  air travel is necessary for my heir to arrive on
  time and to give attention in all parts of the
  world at anytime. However, the most important
  item I will be leaving will be my journal. It
  contains information I would find very useful for
  my heir to use, as it gives tips and tricks to
  use in everyday life.

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Schools Almost Over

• School is almost over
• Almost over homework
• Over homework grades
• Homework grades hurting
• Grades hurting fun
• Hurting fun weekends
• Fun weekends reduced
• Weekends reduced work
• Reduced work

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It!

• It!
• sparkles
• shines
• Has cars shining in the night
• Is water sparkling from the moonlight
• Is fireworks crackling in the sky
• Loves the cool air
• Loves the spring time

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Gruesome

• These words bring about death when it is
  calling
• Lurid and hideous can make some feel appalling
• Scary movies make girls go home bawling

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Opposite of Gruesome

• The squirrel jumps to life like a spring that
  could
• Coming out of hibernation from under the wood
• Looking for food like everyone else he would
• In luck because the new Spring is so good.

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Ocean Breeze

• Soft ocean breeze
• Flows through my hair
• The call of the seagulls as they
  pass in the air
• The clap of the ocean as it
  comes and goes
• Bringing small seashells and taking
• Hopes and dreams captured in bottles
• To reunite with lost love or
• bring forth anew

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Commercial Script

• 0 CAR FLIES BY AT EXCESS SPEEDS, MUSIC
  FADES IN
•  
• 10 IN TODAYS DRIVING WORLD, TIRES ARE
  EVERYTHING, YOU DO NOT HAVE A CHANCE WITHOUT
  TOUGH TIRES.
•  20 DRAG TIRE INC, IS HERE WITH A
  REVOLUTIONARY LINE OF TIRES MEANT TO HANDLE EVEN
  THE TOUGHEST CONDITIONS. NISSAN 240SX THEN
  DRIFTS BY AT A HIGH RATE OF SPEED, SMOKING ITS
  TIRES
• 30 MOTORSPORTS TODAY NEED A TIRE THAT WILL
  HANDLE EXTREME HEAT AND ABUSE. WHETHER DRIFTING
  AT 100MPH OR FLYING DOWN THE TRACK AT 300MPH.
• 40 DRAG CAR TAKES OFF FROM A STOP AND CONTINUES
  DOWN THE TRACK AT A HIGH RATE OF SPEED.
• 50 WE HAVE A TIRE FOR YOU. WHEN CHOOSING A TIRE
  AND STUCK WITH A DILEMMA BETWEEN OTHER BRANDS,
  THINK DRAG, WE ARE HIGH PERFORMANCE.
• 60 CONTACT YOUR LOCAL HIGH PERFORMACE DEALER
  FOR MORE INFO
• .
•  
•  
•  

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Sneezing

• Ahh, sneezing, it's a wonderful feeling. You
  are sitting in class, and your nose is stuffed
  up. You try blowing it but to your dismay, it
  makes things worse. Unable to breathe or relieve
  yourself of this pent up tension, you wonder how
  to make yourself better, cursing yourself for not
  taking that sudafed before leaving the house.
  Then suddenly, a rush comes through your body
  like a wave crashing onto a beach. It comes up
  your throat and into your nose. "It's a sneeze!"
  you think to yourself. Then the best feeling
  comes when it just all comes out. You feel almost
  completely better and you can breathe. Can life
  be any better? Well perhaps, only if you can
  sneeze again.

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Reflections

• Over the year, I have improved as a writer, I
  have received valuable knowledge about how to
  expand on writings by adding detail and strong
  visual words.
• By improving on my writing skills, I can use them
  in my job field, especially when writing
  documents, as well as business letters, and more
  importantly, my resume.
• Well, it would be my historical fiction, I was
  able to add strong visuals to make the writing
  really come to life.
• I always worked harder at them, changing course
  and taking different approaches to writing a
  story.
• Adding visuals, I feel I could describe things
  very well.
• That if I put more heart and soul into my
  writings, that I could really become a good
  writer.
• Making my stories flow better, as I tend to jump
  around sometimes

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Reflections

• This semester I have developed as a writer
  because I have increased my vocabulary and opened
  myself up to different ways of writing, whether
  its narrative or historical pieces.
• This openness to writing will allow me to apply
  it to my SATs as well as other English classes
  as they require different styles of writings.
• My best piece in my portfolio I think would be my
  Historical Fiction piece. It allowed me to change
  up my style of writing and do something that I
  normally do not write about.
• Basically being able to overcome obstacles such
  as opening myself up to readers. Putting my
  feelings on paper is something I have never done
  before.
• Detail is my strong point. I can put different
  words in to give a better picture.
• Areas I need to develop in is putting more
  dialogue into my pieces, less detail and more
  interaction between the characters.

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I believe

• I believe that we will win
• Crowds shouting while clamoring on tin
• The metal chairs can feel the pressure
• As another touchdown is scored, the team rests
  assured
• To feel the happiness of winning again
• The crowds keep shouting
• I believe that we will win!

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• Trying to hide all of his liquor, the officer
  begins to enter the establishment.
• Giovanni, trying to grab all the bottles of
  liquor and beer off the walls and tables,
• stopped when the officer entered, gun in hand.
  Hands up, everyone! the officer
• ordered. While the officer paced the room
  checking for any bottles of liquor,
• Giovanni hid the rest of the bottles as fast as
  he could.
• Who owns this joint? the officer asked
  demandingly. I do ya pig! a
• drunk man yelled. I do Mr, Ocifer, Giovanni
  said with a chuckle. You do know
• that under article twelve, section three,
  paragraph four, line seven, that it is illegal
• to own and operate a store that sells liquor.
  The officer questioned. I do know
• that officer, but me and my friends do love to
  drink, dont you Mr. Ocifer?
• Giovanni said with a grin. I am not here to play
  games boy, do you, or do you
• not? Yea, yea I know. Well then put your
  hands behind your back. After
• taking Giovanni out of his liquor store, the
  officer threw him into the black and
• deathly looking horse and buggy and took off to
  the local jail.
• Get in that cell! the officer mumbled to
  Giovanni. Do I get my one phone
• call or am I going to have to get a cup and tie
  some string to it? Giovanni said
• sarcastically. Shut up in there while I figure
  out what to do with you.
• Giovanni had to stay in the dark and moldy jail
  for five days until they granted him bail
• and his girlfriend Giselle came and picked him
  up.

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• Giovanni who was under bail was kept under close
  surveillance by the cops. Every
• day and night, there is an extra set of eyes
  watching his every move. To get out of their
• surveillance, he decided to sneak out of his
  apartment and move in with his good friend
• Mario, who lived on the other side of Chicago.
• Dare il benvenuto il mio amico! Mario
  exclaimed while opening his door. Thanks
• Mario, but please, dont be too happy, the cops
  are following me and you are the only
• person not connected with my store, said
  Giovanni. Well, dont get me into it and I
• will be fine, and its good to see you. Mario
  said quietly.
• For the next few weeks, Giovanni kept a low
  profile, keeping himself out of jail.
• This hideout was not meant to be long-term, so
  one night he decided to leave his good friend
• and head for the farthest city from Chicago.
  While heading to the train station, a older man
• of at least 30 was reading a newspaper, his gaze
  turned to Giovanni. Giovannis picture was
• on the front page of the Chicago Tribune. The man
  reading the paper was an off-duty police
• officer. The officer, trying to get Giovannis
  attention, turned into an all out chase down
• Main Street. Running between buildings, jumping
  over fences covered with barbed wire
• wouldnt slow down Giovanni. His arms and legs
  dripping blood while he ran left a trail and
• the dusty pavement. Looking back, Giovanni could
  see more officers chasing him. Many of
• them screaming STOP, We will shoot you! one
  younger man yelled. Giovanni did not care

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Historical Fiction

• Pour me another! mumbled a drunken man.
  Giovanni, the bartender, grabbed the three
  strongest bottles of liquor he could find. A
  three wise men is what youre getting! Giovanni
  yelled to the drunk. One part Johnny, one part
  Jim, one part Jack he muttered to himself. The
  glass flew down the table and the man grabbed it
  and drank it. Im outta here, the drunken man
  said. As he stumbled out of the bar, he began to
  throw up profusely and fell into the street. Just
  as he fell, a man, covered in blue dropped down
  from a horse.
• This man in blue was Chicagos finest, his gun
  strapped to his hip and a night stick ready for
  use. The officer, examining the drunken man,
  looked around the street trying to figure out why
  a man was lying in the street. Upon further
  examination, the officer found out the man was
  highly intoxicated. Looking into the dark store,
  otherwise known as the bar, the officer tapped on
  the window. Giovanni jumped and began to hide all
  of his alcohol. This is the 1920s during
  prohibition.

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Field Trip

• Its too cold out a couple students exclaimed.
  Its 30 degrees, Mrs. Dowling informed us.
• Oh great, some students mumbled. As the class
  filed out of the school towards the football
  field, we were all wondering what she wanted us
  to see.
• There it is, thats what I wanted you to see!
  Mrs. Dowling said with excitement.
• Its ducks, Cornelius said with displeasure.
• How can we write about this, its ducks in
  snow, a couple others said.
• Biting cold, bustling winds, Mrs. Dowling
  said.
• Sensory details people, she continued.

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Me, Myself, and I

• Something people usually do not notice about me
  ismy abnormally large hands. They look like
  normal hands, but when sized up with other
  students or peoples hands, my mammoths stand out
  more than a white man in a black church. Its not
  just the fingers that are larger, its my palms
  too. Many believe that large hands are a
  prerequisite for becoming even taller than I am
  now. That may be true as my feet are somewhat
  large now as well.

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The Millipede

• Well, sitting down to a meal at the Occidental
  Restaurant, I was wooed by its ambiance. The
  dark wood gave me a warm feeling of comfort. Our
  waiter came and took our drink orders. After
  gulping down half a glass of coke, I ordered my
  appetizer and main course.
• Caesar Salad I thought, probably the best
  salad
• known to man.
• Ten or so minutes later Chico, our waiter,
  brought our
• salads to the white linen covered table. Reaching
  for my
• fork, I began to stab away at the
  greens.Suddenly,
• something moved, small and stealthy. I pushed the
• croutons around with my fork to reveal a
  millipede. Its
• tiny little legs were moving a mile a minute.

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Pilgrim Pimp

• Dressed in disguise, I was looked at like a
  foreigner. Today was Halloween and I was dressed
  like a Pilgrim "insert word that i wanted to
  use". I had on the finest gold chains and had a
  nice big straw hat with fur on the brim. A few
  alumni from my school gazed at me in confusion
  and almost fell backwards because of the
  laughter. It is perfect I thought. I mean,
  how many people in this school have this
  costume? Im a sure winner I kept thinking.
  During 7th period was the schools costume
  show. Whoever won best costume would receive a
  100 gift card to anywhere they please. Being
  that I need coilovers for my car, this small sum
  would help out with the purchase.

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Pilgrim Pimp

• As I walked into my 7th period, the class
  erupted with laughter. My straw hat met with a
  pair of aviator sunglasses. My cloth shirt hung
  over a tight pair of khaki shorts to reveal my
  brown shoes. My gold chains and pimped walking
  stick/cane completed the ensemble. I am a
  pilgrim 'insert word that i wanted to use, I
  said to my confused Physics teacher. She burst
  into laughter, unable to hold back the sheer
  goofiness of my costume.

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Jump Off

• As the pilot flipped the switch that activates
  the go light in the airplane, my body suddenly
  springs to life. I leapt out of the fuselage door
  suddenly feeling free as a bird. The wind rushes
  past my body as the warm sun lights up the sky.
  The rich green pastures each so neatly spaced
  come closer to me ever so quickly. As I was
  freefalling, I remember my instructor telling me
  when to pull the rip cord, so I threw my arm back
  grabbing the cord, ripping it free to release my
  parachute. The air is sucked into the chute and
  yanks me up as if a spring had just shot me up. I
  coasted slowly down to earth, adjusting my pitch
  and steering clear of the dry tree. Then my body
  stumbled onto the ground like a rag doll tossed
  to the floor.

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Stubborn Bolt
I heard a low grumble followed by a loud pops it
was my good friend pulling in in his Jetta. He
hopped out of his car, in his hand he held the
holy grail of tools. A Mac Tools 500ft. lb.
impact wrench, it was the answer to all of my
prayers. Pulling back on the knurled knob and
hearing the air gasp as I sealed the air
connection to its bronze nipple meant I was in
business. As I proceeded to press on the shiny
19mm socket, I could hear the compressor grumble
in my ears as it created the air needed for the
wrench. Pushing the slide switch into reverse
gave me the O-K to fire away. As I inserted the
socket on to the 19-year-old bolt that was rusty
and stubborn, I pulled on the trigger. The gun
surged to life releasing all of its might.
YESSS!! I shouted as the bolt holding the sub
frame to the control arm came loose. Shards of
metal and carbon flew into the air. I put the gun
down and smiled in glee as the bolt that had gave
me much grief was finally free.
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Controversial Clothing
Clothing in the 90s as well as at the turn of
the millennium has stayed consistently the same.
T-shirts are no exception the only change in
shirts has been the different phrases written
across the front or back. I am not saying it is
bad, as I am one of the many that wears these
shirts. I do not find them to be politically
correct, I just wear them because I think the
phrases are quite funny. Abercrombie Fitch has
been a long time designer of t-shirts with the
infamous double-ended phrases. Myself and many
other teenagers find these shirts to be quite
funny. As the trend started to increase, many
decided to take things into their own hands. Not
only would they have different phrases on
t-shirts, they would make the shirts themselves.
Some teens would express their feelings through
their t-shirts on different controversial topics,
or just express crude humor to entertain others.
I have worn Abercrombie Fitch as
well as other brands over the years and have
always purchased t-shirts with the double-ended
phrases due to just sheer humor in the writing.
Others that wear controversial t-shirts sport
them to express their feelings on a topic, and
others just wear them because they just think it
looks good. There is not a solid piece of
evidence on why many others or I wear these
shirts we just purchase them because of
popularity or crude humor to attract the opposite
sex.
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Talking Vegetable
Reaching for the mirror-polished pearing knife,
I hear faint cries. There are no babies in my
family and the T.V. is off. What the hell is
crying? I wondered. Trying to push the cries out
of my mind, they become louder and more distinct
as I reach for the knife. Dont kill me,
please! The bright yellow bell pepper screamed.
I jump back frantically, throwing the knife
across the room. W-T-F! I yelled. How can
you talk? The little pepper stares into my eyes
like a three year old that knows they did
something wrong. Im, Im sorry but I didnt
want to be cut up and burned on the stove!
admitted the teary-eyed bell pepper. Still
completely oblivious to how this thing could
talk, I began looking at it and asking questions.
The first question was how? youre a pepper
for Gods sake! You arent supposed to talk!
But youre a pepper! I could not believe this
and couldnt stop saying it.
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Living the Good Life
As I awake to my Bang and Olufsen alarm clock
buzzing loudly, I step out of my bed. The soft
fur rug comforted my feet as I walk to my
bathroom. The hot water spraying out the jets in
my shower had awoken my senses. I started to
begin thinking of what I want to do today. After
looking through my Valentino suit collection, I
chose one that suited my tastes and began to
descend to the first floor. The track light
glimmered off the stainless steel countertops to
reveal leftover food from the wild night before.
After drinking my O.J. and eating my donut, I
reach into my pocket to reveal the Porsche key
fob. I pressed the start button to hear the growl
of my Porsche 911 Twin Turbo as it roared alive.
Pulling out of my driveway I continued driving
until I reached Boeing Airspace. I pulled into my
parking spot to begin another day of work.
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Fateful Night
When Juan was seven, he was playing on the jungle
gym when his hand slipped causing him to tumble
and cut his forehead on the concrete pavement.
Walking home from the jungle gym with his
forehead oozing out blood, he heard a gunshot,
triggering his instincts to drop to the ground.
Juan hated living in fear at getting shot and he
hated how everyone thought he was a misfit
because of where he lived. Since Juan only had a
mother, he would try to help her out at her job
at night. Every night Juan gets read to stock
shelves at the supermarket at 12 oclock at
night. This one night on his way home, he heard
another fateful gunshot, but his instincts did
not make him fall, it was his body telling him to
fall. He looked down and saw the hole where the
bullet had pierced through his clothing and right
into his heart.
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The Road to Bug-Out
December 25, 2005 to everyone is Christmas Day.
To me it was the day I received my Volkswagen. It
was a white GTI that had very low miles for its
age. Right away I wanted to start tearing it
apart to begin the rebuilding process, while
retaining it as my daily driver. The next day,
my two good friends and I took the car to give it
its first makeover. We pulled it into the garage
and proceeded to remove the wheels, bumpers, and
suspension components. Then we started to tear
down the shocks and springs to rebuild the new FK
shocks and springs kit I had purchased earlier.
After completing the rebuilding stage of the
suspension, the car was lowered off the jack and
was able to support itself on its adjusted ride
height. Once we had put the car back onto its
feet, we finished up with reinstalling the
bumpers and changing out the taillight bulbs.
That way all the lighting worked. To congratulate
ourselves, we took the car out on a test drive
and ended up at Burger King to finish up a hard
day of work. Fast-forwarding a few months, Prom
2006 comes up and the unexpected occurs.
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The Road to Bug-Out
On my way to pick up my prom date, I somehow
received a large screw inside my rear left tire.
Resolving the problem ended with changing the
tire and my parents bringing me their Jaguar to
finish up the night of prom. This setback allowed
me to begin my hunt for a set of new wheels and
tires. Purchasing a set of new wheels is not
only expensive but a large decision it requires
thought and criticism to find the best wheels to
compliment the car. After roughly a month, I had
come to the conclusion to purchase a set of
wheels from the maker, Keskin. To acquire these
wheels, I had to order them directly from their
factory in Germany. After about four weeks of
eagerness, the wheels came and were ready to be
mounted to the tires I had received two weeks
earlier. Later, I mounted the wheels and was
ready to order my last few body parts to finish
the car up. New German Performance came through
with my order of original equipment body parts
directly from Germany at a very affordable price,
which also kept my wallet happy. Installing the
newly acquired parts aided in preparing the car
for a local Volkswagen show called Bug-Out.
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The Road to Bug-Out
The day was beautiful, and the car was spotless.
The good turnout of Volkswagens kicked up
competition, which made me very eager for the
awards ceremony later that day. To take my mind
off of the competition, I turned my attention to
my good friend who was taking his car to the
limits, by racing it on the autocross track.
Right after his run on the track, the announcer
called for all show car participants to meet at
the judging table. I walked as quickly as I could
to the stand to await my fate with my first car
show. The announcer called first place, then
second place, and then finally I heard my name
being called to accept the third place plaque.
After accepting the plaque, I began to pack up my
car and head home. Now that I had some experience
in the show car world, I could expand on it and
prove to be a real contender for the next car
show season.
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Beach Front and Holiday Time
The warm breeze across my face The smell of salt
awakens my senses The soft sand massages my
feet The soft cool water nourishes my skin To
awaken by this feeling Takes all transgressions
away The wooden boat as it creaks and sways Puts
me to sleep as I drift away
Christmas lights twinkle as the wind blows Thick
white smoke bellows out of chimneys Homes are
filled with happiness and glee Little children
unwrap presents with wonder The temptation as
they unwrap makes them ponder The dogs being
walked in the mind-numbing cold White snow covers
their paws Owners start to feel the chatter of
their jaws The sun slowly comes overhead to warm
their paces Making them slow their paces
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Nikko Trip
Get Up, Get up! is what I wake up to as my
older sister Erica is kicking me in the side. As
I opened my eyes, I forgot I was in Tokyo, Japan.
The long flight had completely wiped me out and
my memory felt that same way too. It was August
10th 2005 and I was laying on the floor of my
sisters apartment in Tomioka, Japan, an outskirt
of Tokyo. Stumbling and trying to stand up, I
began to wake up and get dressed for my long day
ahead of me. It was 6 A.M. and my family and I
were about to go on a wild excursion hiking
through the Japans oldest and most remarkable
cities.
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Nikko Trip cont.
After packing up all of our needed supplies for
the day, we headed to the Train Depot in Tomioka.
As we entered the train station you could tell it
was a work and school day, no one was in the
station. We were able to hop onto a train and be
on our way in a matter of minutes. The train
ride was the best part, I saw cars the U.S. does
not have, corn paddy fields, and forests of green
bamboo trees. As the train slowed I knew we had
reached our destination of Nikko. Stepping out of
the station made me realize what Japan was really
like, calm and serene as well as very clean.
After walking for a few minutes we arrived at the
entrance of an ancient and at one time a powerful
city. As we walked through the city I finally saw
people with the stereotypical cone hats.
Walking further into the city, pagodas made of
solid gold were towering over me like a bully.
The Cherry Blossom trees in full bloom gave the
temples a godly like appearance. Roaming around
the area showed me something no history book or
pictures could ever give me, as I was standing in
temples that have been used for thousands of
years and still used today, and to be able to
hear stories of ninja fights and bloody battles
made me feel as if I was there in the action. As
we neared the end of the day in Nikko, I had no
idea what was in store for me for the rest of my
stay in Japan.
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Reflections
1. The autobiography was the most challenging for
me because I had to put together 6 months work of
my car and small details I remembered together so
that someone could understand it. Basically to
overcome this, I had to ask my peers to receive
input on what would make sense to them. 2. I am
the most proud of my Autobiography because it
shows the work I have done to my car and I was
able to put it into a understandable format for
others to read. 3. Just some of my different
journal entries because they were not
particularly something I had an interest in,
therefore I was unable to write a good story or
response. 4. The train ride was the best part,
I saw cars the U.S. does not have, corn paddy
fields, and forests of green bamboo trees. I
like this because its something many people do
not get to see. Tall and tan with a toned
physique, her brown with blonde highlighted hair
compliment her blue eyes. I just found that it
was a good description, not moving at all.
Making it through the door and first two
hallways, Joswe saw the apartment he had to make
his delivery to, room 1119, home of Chico
Vasquez, notorious drug runner. I particularly
like this sentence because I felt it gave a sense
of crime.
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Reflections
5. After reading this students writings, I find
that his tone is misplaced somewhere in his
writings, or maybe its just not there. His use of
description is pretty good, I have seen better,
but its not bad. Although he can give a clear
sense of what is going on. 6. My conflict story,
because I would be able to put more background
detail into what led up to the drug deal. 7. If
I were to recreate one of my stories, it would be
about Juans Fateful Night. I would recreate it
into a poem about his death. 8. The
autobiography because it shows my passion for
cars. I recognize passion, constructive with my
money and time, and talent. 9. The
autobiography. In my first drafts, some were
confused with some words on what they were. After
consulting with them, I was able to transfer
their ideas and incorporate them into my
writings. 10. Dane from Still Waters After
reading this piece of work, I have concluded that
the writer might be from a big city due to his
knowledge of gangster life. My line of duty
with the police force has kept me up to date with
the actions of young teens such as the ones
portrayed in this story. The ability to capture
what its like in city life is a very hard thing
to capture, the writer here is able to portray it
very realistically.