Sirethiel Portfolio

During the Spring Semester of my sophomore year at The College of New Jersey, I was placed at Maurice Hawk Elementary School in West Windsor Plains Burrow for my practicum experience. My practicum partner, Gwen, and I were placed in Mrs. Jones’ 3rd grade classroom. This portfolio is an accumulation of different lessons and activities we observed and participated in, both in Mrs. Jones’ classroom as well as in other classes held at Maurice Hawk. The portfolio is just a snapshot of all we did and learned, but it serves as a reminder of various learning theories and application of teaching practices in a real classroom.

The night’s sky was a foreboding glow, displaying the remnants of the chaos that proceeded on that very night. The air was calm and still, leaving no trace of the strong, mighty wind that had once seized it. Seeker Gawin and Annabelle emerge from the Great Fall forest, heading in the direction of the marketplace of the Masonburge Village with a bewildered first commander, who was heading back to the castle, passing them with his men riding a few feet behind. The people of the village have gathered in a somber mood, watching the last of the king’s men carry away bodies on one of their horses.

In this portfolio it will show a range of work that was completed in English 111. You will find a table of contents so you can locate each piece of work easily. There will be a sample of a writing from my religion class that I have previously taken. This writing is a research paper. The reason I chose this sample of writing is because research papers is not one of my strongest papers that I can complete but, this was an easier research paper because of the topic that it was on and I could use any source I wanted to as long as it was not Wikipedia. Also, you will find samples of each writing assignment that was completed in this course: Narration Essay, Comparison/Contrast Essay, and Argumentative Research Essay, along with some revisions

Thunder growled in the near distance, rain pelting the tower as thick, drab mist swirled through the forest. The bright sun struggled against the cloudy blanket that spread across the dark sky. Through the dense trees, there could be seen a tower. It stood proudly, it's imposing presence known to it's vast surroundings. Stone upon stone had been covered by ivy and vines covering an expanse of the dank tower. Decorative bands of Caen stone could be beheld peeking out from underneath the moss. A single entrance was seen near the top of the tower, just below the pointed roof. It was large enough that a person, such as a rescuer, might easily fit through it. At the open window, stood a woman, dressed in burgundy with gold lining her sleeves and neckline. Her long, flaxen hair swayed behind her in the strong breeze, splashes of rain touching her blushing cheeks. Beneath elongated lashes sat dark cobalt eyes, wondering and curious. They rested on a man in front of her, clinging onto the window as they conversed. At almost six foot and a half, the man was typically heroic. His many sparkling embellishments showed his royalty as he waited for the damsel to take his offer of marriage.

Chenelie got up, smiled, and went to jump on trees. The guards led her to the big forest, and there was a big throne made from snowy trees. The palace was made from

“The castle is on the very edge of a terrible precipice. A stone falling from the window would fall a thousand feet without touching anything! As far as the eye can reach is a sea of green tree tops, with occasionally a deep rift where there is a chasm. Here and there are silver threads where the rivers wind in deep gorges through the forests.

"What the..." he muttered. The window wasn't open and the heating was on full blast. He tried to ignore this, and walked out, and into

The leader was asking to fight the monster headed their direction. The King and Queen pondered his request.

“So, is too late for me to get something to Heat?” He asked him, sitting in his usual seat at the

One day, however, while walking along the seemingly familiar tangled paths on his way back to the kingdom, the Prince became lost. The patterns of dappled sunlight from the overhead canopy that he used as his map to navigate by kept changing their shapes, so as to mislead him farther into the woods. For, despite the fact that the old oak trees were the Prince’s companions, the forest itself was still an ancient, wild thing and, as with any beast, it liked to tease its prey. The Prince wandered until the sun fell into slumber and the stars from which he had gained his personage came out to dance. The copses that had once been a bright and soothing force, now held a darkness that the Prince had only ever heard of from the old oaks’ tales. Regardless of the terror that the night had struck all the way to his very core, the Prince had been taught to be brave and so, he continued to walk through the pitch until, by chance, he happened to come across a small cottage.

She ran, her breath coming in gasps. Just a few more steps. Tears fell freely, blurring her vision, but that did not matter she still remembered the way. The worn rock steps had been a comfort to her when she was a child. Now they pierced her bare feet cutting into her skin as broken as she felt. The destination was a place she had once called her own. The maids had told her that the kingdom was guarded by magic to keep away anyone who tried harm to the royal family. She refused to believe them of course, magic was long dead in her

The sound of footsteps close by launched me back into consciousness, and I trembled in the darkness. Then I heard Cotton whisper, "Aiden come out." Filled with relief I sighed, stuck my head out, and crawled the rest of the way out of the hole. I looked around, wincing in the moonlight. Then I saw the white wolf with the light-blue eyes standing with the jeweled scepter in his mouth. Cotton and a pack of seven wolves were behind him. The large wolf limped over closer to me. "Are you all right?" he said.

As the clouds sailed, light flowed into the sunset sky. Shades of pink and blue blended together as the lightning struck the abandoned castle. It looked lifeless behind the rugged mountains. The old castle stood on a rocky slope, piled against half-ruined walls, the windows dark and wide. The crumbling cracked rocks were layered on top of each other, caked with algae. The sea next to the castle was

Or did it? She stepped closer, looking at it, and confirmed the broken swords, but also noted what lay directly under the lion’s extended paw – a locked box, with a round keyhole. Where was the key? She glanced at the base of the statue but found nothing. What was she missing? It had to be something simple. She should know how to open this box. After all, Alric meant for her to find the key. A feeling came over her. “Revelare tuum aura,” she whispered. In an instant, the box glowed yellow, but the effect faded from view.

This Eng1513 portfolio is about my reflections on this course. In the reflection, it highlights how I accomplished my goals in improving the quality of reading, being a critical thinker, grammar and improve language proficiency. Critical thinking is the ability to think clearly and rationally, understanding the logical connection. A critical thinker can understand links between ideas, approach and solve problems consistently, reflects on self, solve arguments and produce ideas. Academic writing style presents information that displays a clear understanding of a subject. It is based on pursuing readers to accept the writer's opinion, telling a story, explain and describe something. This portfolio will showcase my expectations of the course,