Grade 12 English Portfolio Work

As I ran, I felt my foot come down on top of a moss filled rock, and I knew I was in trouble. The slick moss ripped away from the slab of granite and it sent me flying. I knew the fall would be inevitable, and took the it as best I could and prayed for some luck. Branches ripped apart my face, snapping from the contact. Blood flicked up into my eyes. My shoulder made contact with the trunk of a tree as the rest of my body dug into the mud. My legs flipped up over me, crashing into piece of granite bulging out of the ground, pain traveled its way up my leg.

As my car climbed the hill, my heart sunk into my stomach. I parked as far away from my friends as I could and quickly exited the car, not once looking at them. Now it was every man for himself. Emerging into the open air, I suddenly became aware of myself. I could feel my puffy, blood-shot eyes. My palms became slimy. My fingers clinched into a fist and my nails dug into my skin. My sight blurred and my tunnel of vision tried to focus on the front door. Every step seemed more awkward than the last. Eyes pierced me from all sides. I felt naked. My body trembled like a sheep in the midst of wolves.

Decision Making Area 3:Investment Decisions * Table of Articles * Summary of Articles * Observations * Conclusion

On January 1, 2010, your favorite Am Burr Krombie store will experience a change in the store hours of operations. The new store hours will be as follows:

The tickling sensation of heat bathing his face forced him to slowly open his eyes. The sun’s golden rays stunned him blurring his vision as he quickly turned away. As his eyes adjusted, he was surprised to find the absence of his father. His heart started to pound and all the confidence and security that he had built up melted in the space of a few seconds. He jumped up flinging his sleeping bag on to the ground and looked around taking note of his surroundings. To him, it felt as if the trees were suddenly sent out to attack him like stealthy assassins gaining on him as they moved side to side from the winds steady breeze. The faint noise of bugs and animals chattering sounded like the grunt of a predator before it hunts its prey. A colossal cloud

Erica Rodriguez Ms. Kalick English 10 2/9/15 Gone With a Gentle Breeze Usually when a tragedy or separation occurs the weather tends to be rainy and has a somber attitude. Same way if a miracle just took place, the weather frequently results in sunshine and has a vivacious feel. The gloomy weather may force people to reflect on difficult times while the uplifting weather can cause glee to be revealed. Nature can be an important aspect when there is a shift in emotions caused by a person’s surroundings.

Part A: In your questioning you may wish to include topics on erosion, his involvement in shaping the land, the farms water runoff or irrigation methods used.

THE GROUND LOOKED AS IF IT WERE PARCHED AND AWAITING A STORM TO REGAIN ITS DAMPNESS AGAIN. MY BODY WAS SO UNUSUALLY STILL AND SERENE. THE AIR WAS BITTER AND SCRATCHY LIKE NEEDLES PRESSING GENTLY ON THE SPINAL OF MY FEET. IT DID NOT OCCUR TO ME AT THE TIME THAT MY FUR WAS DAMP AND SMELLED OF MILDEW. IT DID NOT OCCUR TO ME THAT THERE WERE ANTS GOING ON THEIR MORNING WALKS SEARCHING FOR THEIR MEALS, OR THE BIRDS WHO WERE SINGING THEIR MORNING LOVE SONGS SITTING PERCHED ON TOP OF THE BANYAN TREES. IT DID NOT OCCUR TO ME THAT I WAS BEING CARRIED BY TWO MASCULINE HANDS AND WAS WRAPPED IN A SOFT YELLOW GAMCHHA (GUM-ACHA) TOWELETTE. AT THE TIME, ALL MY BODY ALLOWED ME TO DO WAS CLOSE MY EYES AND TRUST THAT VISHNU (VISH-NEW) WOULD PROTECT ME AS I LAID

The first thing I ever felt was intense wind and somehow I knew that when I opened my eyes alI I would see is blue. Light pale grey blue. Blue so light that the horizon can’t tell where the grey water ends and the sky begins. Blue that promises rain and storms and chaos. I was sitting on something. Something with scales and muscles pumping, up and down, up and down and I could only grin because I knew. When I finally opened my eyes and looked at the dragon on whose back I sat, all I could feel was peace. Peace in the air with the slate skies. The dragon pushed harder, flapping it’s wings faster. Up up up up. I thought the farther up we went, the less air there would be, but no. There was more. I felt it in my blood. It flowed in constant wind, sending us through the layers and layers of atmosphere.

Unable to see a break of light in all of the dark, my mind grew fuzzy, I was losing hope. Gritting my teeth, grinding them along each other, a new pain ripped through my body. Thick, thorn-covered vines wrapped around my feet multiple times as ripples began to flare out from bellow the soles of my shoes. Like ripples across water. The ground was no longer solid.

Welcome to my 8th grade portfolio and I am going to talk about how I have grown from 7th grade to 8th grade in math. In math we work on a website called Digits filled with learning based tools and activities that help us master numerous math subjects as homework. We take multiple quizzes and tests always on the current subject we are learning about. Every morning we do warm ups. Warm ups are just practice problems to prepare us for lessons and bigger practices in the upcoming class. My performance in math has improved from weak explanations and work, to detailed, and understandable explanations of math using thorough work. In 7th grade I was in the CC7 class and now I am in CC8. That doesn’t mean I haven’t improved. I am at grade level understanding

As the sun’s nutritious rays fuel my body; sweat races down my back and accumulates into the threads of my cotton t-shirt. I peer over my neighborhood park fence and gaze over the spacious scenery. The track field was well in shape, free of small debris and ready for a test run and light jump activities in the sand-pit. Soon enough the high temperature fills my head, leaving me in a state of allusion. Images of my friends and I sporadically unfold in front of me and unto the track; as if being placed in a desert mirage. I feel a sense of peace and eagerness surge through my body, while the images continue to appear. Then, a whisper comes into the mix saying some sort of gibberish. Stepping a bit more cautiously then I regularly would I walked

I looked up at the black sky. I hadn't intended to be out this late. The sun had set, and the empty road ahead had no streetlights. I knew I was in for a dark journey home. I had decided that by traveling through the forest would be the quickest way home. Minutes passed, yet it seemed like hours and days. The farther I traveled into the forest, the darker it seemed to get. I was very had to even take a breath due to the stifling air. The only sound familiar to me was the quickening beat of my own heart, which felt as though it was about to come through my chest. I began to whistled to take my mind off the eerie noises I was hearing. In this kind of darkness I was in, it was hard for me to believe that I could be

The howling of the wind brought my eyes to open. Where was I? Focusing in the dark of night, confusion washed over me as I came to realize I was in the desert. Distant landscapes of dry and worn rock surrounded me, and beneath my bare feet I felt the gritty sand caught between my toes. I was surrounded by those rocky hills and yet as I scanned the desolate desert it seemed never ending. The irony of the nighttime desert suddenly set into my body; that ghastly wind moving right through me and chilling my bones to that of splintering ice. The need to move started me forward though, and I felt a sharp ache all over, my body trying to fight against change. Was I lost? My heart began pounding fast in my chest, the blood pumping through my veins

In preparation for his initial meeting with Tyler, Weaver prepared a list of basic issues