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<strong>Miami</strong> University<br />
<strong>Best</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>Portfolios</strong> <strong>2001</strong><br />
Editor—Brenda Helmbrecht<br />
Assistant Editor—Connie Kendall<br />
Editorial Board—Meredith Love, Diana Royer,<br />
Jeff Sommers, Michelle Wiener, Morris Young<br />
<strong>Miami</strong> University<br />
Department <strong>of</strong> English<br />
Oxford, OH 45056<br />
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Contents<br />
Acknowledgements 4<br />
Introduction 5<br />
Reflective Letter 7<br />
Nicole DiNardo 9<br />
Theresa Don<strong>of</strong>rio 11<br />
Megan Malanchuk 13<br />
Sarah Mandlehr 15<br />
A Narrative or Short Story 17<br />
Nicole DiNardo, “Beautiful Muddle 19<br />
Andrew McKenzie, “A Different Religion” 21<br />
Kristen Price, “My Hardest Test” 23<br />
Dana Sinopoli, “A Price for Freedom: A P.O.W. Story” 25<br />
An Explanatory, Exploratory, or Persuasive Essay 27<br />
Abby Olexa, “Sacrificing All to Save a Few” 28<br />
Bethany Pierce, “The Heart <strong>of</strong> the Problem” 32<br />
Kristen Price, “Art Department:<br />
More Than Just Pretty Pictures” 34<br />
Stephanie Wood, “Blaming Irresponsibility” 36<br />
A Response to a Text 39<br />
Jessica Keel, “Religion: Myth and Mistake in Native Son” 40<br />
Brendan Klosterman, “Woman: Doll, Child, Slave” 43<br />
Reynold Toepfer, “Discovering Truth” 45<br />
Stephanie Wood, “S<strong>of</strong>tly Spoken Strength” 48<br />
Complete <strong>Portfolios</strong> 51<br />
Scott Gruenbaum 52<br />
Camilla Hileman 62<br />
Pamela Spellman 70<br />
<strong>2001</strong> Scoring Guide for <strong>Portfolios</strong> 78<br />
Characteristics <strong>of</strong> Effective <strong>Portfolios</strong> 78<br />
Scoring Scale 79<br />
Guidelines for Non-Sexist Language 80<br />
Advice from Portfolio Scorers 82<br />
Specific Suggestions for Improvement 83<br />
Frequently Asked Questions 85<br />
2002 Portfolio Submission Information 88<br />
Portfolio Contents 89<br />
Essential Instructions 90<br />
Portfolio Information Form 91<br />
Supervising Teachers 92<br />
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Acknowledgements<br />
In 1990, <strong>Miami</strong> University became the first institution <strong>of</strong> higher learning to award students<br />
college credit and advanced placement based on a collection <strong>of</strong> their best high school writing. Few<br />
universities across the country present first-year students with the opportunity to receive advanced<br />
credit by submitting a portfolio; <strong>Miami</strong>’s program is unique, and we hope you take advantage <strong>of</strong> it.<br />
The <strong>Miami</strong> University Portfolio Writing Program was established by Laurel Black, Don<br />
Daiker, Jeffrey Sommers, and Gail Stygall in order to value and encourage high school writing and<br />
to provide a fairer way <strong>of</strong> evaluating it than the standard time placement examinations. The success<br />
<strong>of</strong> the program owes much to the continuing support <strong>of</strong> Dianne Sad<strong>of</strong>f, Chair <strong>of</strong> the Department <strong>of</strong><br />
English, former Chair, C. Barry Chabot, and <strong>of</strong> College Composition Directors, Diana Royer,<br />
Jennie Dautermann, Mary Fuller, John Heyda, Susan Jarratt, and Max Morenberg.<br />
Five outstanding secondary English teachers helped create the portfolio program: Marilyn<br />
Elzey <strong>of</strong> Talawanda High School in Oxford; D. J. Hammond <strong>of</strong> Madeira High School in Cincinnati;<br />
John Kuehn <strong>of</strong> Kettering Fairmont High School; Ten Phillips <strong>of</strong> Mt. Healthy High School in<br />
Cincinnati; and Doris Riddle <strong>of</strong> Norwood High School in Cincinnati. Other high school teachers<br />
whose recommendations helped shape the program are Angela Brill <strong>of</strong> Mount Healthy High School;<br />
Bob Dizney <strong>of</strong> Fairfield High School; Teresa McGowan <strong>of</strong> Hamilton High School; and Penni<br />
Meyer and Sharon Rab <strong>of</strong> Kettering Fairmont High School.<br />
The portfolio program has been supported by the Fund for the Improvement <strong>of</strong><br />
Postsecondary Education (FIPSE) <strong>of</strong> the U.S. Department <strong>of</strong> Education. Additional funding has<br />
come from the Council <strong>of</strong> Writing Program Administrators (WPA), the <strong>Miami</strong> University College<br />
for Arts and Science, the <strong>Miami</strong> University Center for the Study <strong>of</strong> Writing, the Ohio Writing<br />
Project, and the Follett’s <strong>Miami</strong> Coop Bookstore.<br />
For conducting the <strong>2001</strong> scoring session, we thank the Portfolio Coordinating Committee:<br />
Brenda Helmbrecht, Connie Kendall, Meredith Love, Diana Royer, David Ramsey, Jeffrey<br />
Sommers, and Michelle Wiener.<br />
We also appreciate the work <strong>of</strong> our colleagues who read and evaluated the portfolios: Murial<br />
Cunningham, Don Daiker, Todd Davis, Kim Dillon, Ellen Elder, Bill Fisher, Kate Francis, Patricia<br />
Gibson, Cheryl Heckler-Feltz, Brenda Helmbrecht, Bethalee Jones, Christopher Jones, Christy<br />
Karnes, Connie Kendall, Rodrigo Lazo, Chao Li, Meredith Love, Barbara McBrady, Dom Micer,<br />
Jennifer Montani, David Ramsey, Paul Teasley, Sidelia Reyna, Amber Rife, Vida Robertson, Diana<br />
Royer, Kellie Shepard, Kay Siebler, Jason Skipper, Jennifer Smith, Jeff Sommers, Melissa Summy,<br />
Shevaun Watson, Sara Webb-Sunderhaus, and Michelle Wiener.<br />
We are grateful for the assistance <strong>of</strong> the English Department secretaries: Jackie Kearns,<br />
Kathy Fox, Debbie Morner, and especially Trudi Nixon.<br />
Finally, we thank all <strong>of</strong> the dedicated high school English teachers who have given their<br />
students the time, opportunity, and motivation to work on the various kinds <strong>of</strong> writing that a<br />
portfolio requires. In both their reflective letters and personal correspondence, participating<br />
students frequently share the appreciation they feel for these teachers whose classrooms have made<br />
a difference in their lives as writers — and as people.<br />
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Introduction<br />
Who is this girl awake late at night, fighting with the words? I am that very girl. I <strong>of</strong>ten<br />
sit at my desk, well after my parents have gone to bed, and attempt to write. In my mind,<br />
writing a beautiful piece is a true challenge. To be able to write eloquently and with such<br />
passion that the work leaves the reader in awe is what I envision as the ultimate goal.<br />
Lately, I have found myself questioning my ability to write powerfully, or even to write<br />
well at all. I struggle with the words, pitting one against another, looking for the exact<br />
array to capture emotion on paper. I wonder if my writing conveys anything to the reader.<br />
Uncertain if my work “measures up” to the psychological standard I have set, I find<br />
myself questioning: Is my work “good enough”?<br />
Theresa Don<strong>of</strong>rio, Reflective Letter<br />
As these lines from Theresa Don<strong>of</strong>rio’s Reflective Letter suggest, writing can sometimes<br />
feel like a “struggle” as we search for beauty, eloquence, and power in our words. Theresa also<br />
wonders if she is successful in her writing, if it “measures up,” if it is “good enough?” These are<br />
doubts that writers <strong>of</strong>ten feel, especially when they feel they do not have the chance to fully<br />
demonstrate their writing in a variety <strong>of</strong> ways. This is the goal <strong>of</strong> the <strong>Miami</strong> University Portfolio<br />
Program—to provide incoming first-year students with the opportunity to demonstrate their skill<br />
and depth as writers. While <strong>Miami</strong> University recognizes the value <strong>of</strong> writing instruction at the<br />
college level, it also believes that there are students who are already writing at a very high level and<br />
who can benefit from submitting a portfolio for credit. Over the last 10 years we have averaged<br />
400-500 portfolios submitted for credit out <strong>of</strong> an entering first-year class <strong>of</strong> about 3000 students.<br />
Of these 400-500 portfolios about half receive either 3 or 6 credits. While we encourage students<br />
to submit a portfolio, we also have very high standards. The <strong>Best</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>Miami</strong> University’s <strong>Portfolios</strong><br />
<strong>2001</strong> is meant to share with you outstanding work submitted last year as well as to assist you in<br />
preparing a portfolio.<br />
The creation <strong>of</strong> a writing portfolio is a process, where writers select pieces, revise their<br />
writing, and think about how they compose this portfolio. We chose the following portfolios and<br />
essays to appear in The <strong>Best</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>Miami</strong> University’s <strong>Portfolios</strong> <strong>2001</strong> because they reflect this process<br />
<strong>of</strong> writing, where student writers have carefully thought out and revised their writing to articulate their<br />
unique voices and style, as well as to address a specific audience and purpose. For example, in her<br />
Reflective Letter, Nicole DiNardo creates an imaginary persona as a mime to describe what she has<br />
included in her portfolio through “silent words.” In “A Different Religion,” Andrew McKenzie<br />
challenges the reader with a satire <strong>of</strong> the world <strong>of</strong> computers. With force and insight in her essay,<br />
“Sacrificing All to Save a Few,” Abby Olexa describes the controversy over school vouchers. And in<br />
“S<strong>of</strong>tly Spoken Strength,” Stephanie Wood is able to present a sustained and careful analysis <strong>of</strong> Janie<br />
from Zora Neale Hurston’s Their Eyes Were Watching God. Complete portfolios by Scott<br />
Gruenbaum, Camilla Hileman, and Pamela Spellman represent what we saw as overall excellence in<br />
both the written work and the compiling <strong>of</strong> the portfolio. These, as well as the other entries in The<br />
<strong>Best</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>Miami</strong> University’s <strong>Portfolios</strong> <strong>2001</strong>, <strong>of</strong>fer a myriad <strong>of</strong> approaches to writing.<br />
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The <strong>Best</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>Miami</strong> University’s <strong>Portfolios</strong> <strong>2001</strong> consists <strong>of</strong> three complete portfolios and<br />
selections from fourteen others. A complete portfolio consists <strong>of</strong> four pieces: 1) a reflective letter<br />
introducing the author and the portfolio; 2) a narrative or short story; 3) an explanatory, exploratory<br />
or persuasive essay; and 4) a response to a text. Each section and complete portfolio is prefaced<br />
with an introduction explaining why The <strong>Best</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>Miami</strong> University’s <strong>Portfolios</strong> Committee members<br />
evaluated it so highly.<br />
All portfolios are evaluated by at least two readers according to a six-point scoring scale:<br />
the <strong>2001</strong> Scoring Guide is reprinted in the Appendix. A portfolio rated “very good” or “excellent”<br />
(“5” or “6” on the scoring scale) earns six credits in college composition and completely fulfills the<br />
university writing requirements. A portfolio rated “good” (“4” on the scoring scale) earns three<br />
credits in college composition as well as advanced placement (ENG 113). A portfolio rated<br />
“average” or lower (“3,” “2,” or “1” on the scoring scale) means the student will enroll for two<br />
semesters <strong>of</strong> college composition.<br />
While creating a portfolio is an added time investment, such an endeavor is a worthwhile<br />
project not only for the opportunity to potentially earn college credit, but also for the experience<br />
students gain from creating a portfolio, an activity they will most likely be required to do at some<br />
point in their college career. <strong>Portfolios</strong> encourage authors to approach texts with an eye to revision,<br />
and permit readers to experience the many facets <strong>of</strong> a particular author’s style <strong>of</strong> composition.<br />
However, it should be noted that the entries presented here should not serve as templates or<br />
“models” but rather as a challenge to future writers to employ dynamic styles <strong>of</strong> writing and to enter<br />
into new areas <strong>of</strong> content.<br />
Our intention in presenting these pieces is to encourage each and every writer—as we are<br />
all writers—to produce and submit what he or she feels is his or her best work. In doing so, we<br />
hope that your experience matches Sarah Mandlehr’s when she describes in her Reflective Letter<br />
the process <strong>of</strong> writing and the process <strong>of</strong> becoming a writer: “I guess that I want it all; the<br />
romanticism, the intellectual challenge and the traditions — these are the things that I write about.<br />
I hope that when you read the three works that I have sent you that you can glimpse a little <strong>of</strong> the<br />
person I am and envision the person I am becoming.”<br />
Diana Royer<br />
Acting Director <strong>of</strong> the Portfolio Program, <strong>2001</strong><br />
Morris Young<br />
Director <strong>of</strong> the Portfolio Program<br />
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Reflective Letter<br />
The reflective letter, addressed to <strong>Miami</strong> University writing teachers, sets the tone for the<br />
portfolio, introducing not only the writer but the individual pieces as well. Readers are<br />
not expecting a narrative <strong>of</strong> your experiences and growth as a writer but, rather, evidence<br />
<strong>of</strong> the critical reflection used in assembling and producing the portfolio. To that end, most<br />
useful letters explicitly introduce the pieces and explain the purpose and audience for<br />
each piece. Both creative and more traditional letters <strong>of</strong> introduction are acceptable.<br />
As you begin assembling your portfolio, you might be thinking to yourself, “What will help<br />
my ‘reflective letter’ <strong>of</strong> introduction become an interesting piece <strong>of</strong> prose?” The four reflective<br />
letters included in this year’s <strong>Best</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>Miami</strong> University’s <strong>Portfolios</strong> collection will answer this very<br />
smart and important question. What will become clear as you read these letters is the sense that<br />
each author is able to express her ideas through a uniquely engaging, and thus inherently<br />
“interesting,” writing style. While each reflective letter is mechanically flawless with respect to<br />
Standard English spelling, punctuation, grammar and usage rules, the success <strong>of</strong> these four letters<br />
is equally dependent upon each author’s ability to be somehow “present” in her writing. Kate<br />
Ronald (1999) describes this sort <strong>of</strong> effective writing style as “writing where ‘somebody’s home,’<br />
as opposed to writing that is technically correct but where there’s ‘nobody home,’ no life, no<br />
voice”(171). Thus, as you revise your reflective letter for inclusion in your portfolio, try to write<br />
in a style that reflects your presence in the text. In other words, try to be “at home” in your writing.<br />
Nicole DiNardo is uniquely “at home” in her letter <strong>of</strong> reflection, introducing herself and the<br />
contents <strong>of</strong> her portfolio by fictively creating a city scene in which she describes the reactions <strong>of</strong><br />
passers-by to the various themes in her writing. Nicole’s clever use <strong>of</strong> setting and description<br />
demonstrates the ways in which the genre <strong>of</strong> letter writing can easily blend with conventions from<br />
other genres, like fiction. Similarly, Theresa Don<strong>of</strong>rio’s presence manifests in her reflective letter<br />
as she deftly plays with the convention <strong>of</strong> point <strong>of</strong> view. Theresa begins her letter in third-person<br />
with a brief scenario <strong>of</strong> a girl struggling to write at her desk. When she asks, “Who is this girl<br />
awake late at night, fighting with the words?” her answer (and the remainder <strong>of</strong> her reflective letter)<br />
is written in the first-person point <strong>of</strong> view. Theresa’s use <strong>of</strong> rhetorical questions effectively guides<br />
the reader through the specific contents <strong>of</strong> her portfolio and invites the reader to get to know the<br />
writer behind the words. Megan Malanchuk’s letter <strong>of</strong> reflection opens with a playful description<br />
<strong>of</strong> herself as a writer in her favorite “cherry-red-glow-in-the-dark” pajamas. Confessing that she<br />
worries about her perfectionist tendency’s harmful influence on her writing, she artfully employs<br />
the image <strong>of</strong> her “childish” pajamas to explain how she is able to overcome her fears by<br />
remembering how much fun she has had while writing the selections for her portfolio. In an equally<br />
engaging reflective letter, Sarah Mandlehr graciously describes herself as an authentic individual in<br />
a diverse school <strong>of</strong> other authentic individuals. Sarah’s careful evaluation <strong>of</strong> her personal interests<br />
and goals, especially as they are represented in her various pieces <strong>of</strong> writing, shows a facility with<br />
language and a deeply reflective authorial presence in her letter.<br />
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All four <strong>of</strong> these reflective letters are <strong>of</strong>fered here to show the wide range <strong>of</strong> options within<br />
this genre that are available to student-writers. Certainly, these letters show that the four selected<br />
authors are able to successfully complete the task <strong>of</strong> introducing themselves and the contents <strong>of</strong><br />
their portfolio. By employing a writing style that clearly shows the writer is “at home” in her text,<br />
each author also makes apparent the critical reflection that is required in this letter <strong>of</strong> introduction.<br />
For more examples <strong>of</strong> effective reflective letters, read the letters included in the Complete<br />
Portfolio Section <strong>of</strong> this edited collection.<br />
Works Cited<br />
Ronald, Kate. “Style: The Hidden Agenda in Composition Classes or One Reader’s Confession.”<br />
The Subject is Writing. Ed. Wendy Bishop. Portsmouth, NH: Boynton/Cook, 1999.<br />
169-183.<br />
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Reflective Letter—Nicole DiNardo<br />
Dear <strong>Miami</strong> University Writing Pr<strong>of</strong>essors,<br />
It’s high noon and you are rummaging through a fanny pack for Kodak film. Saliva dribbles<br />
<strong>of</strong>f your chin as you eye the mustard yellow chili dog stand up ahead at West 15th. On your left, a<br />
bohemian hunk sidesteps the chewing gum kaleidoscope at his feet as he spits his tasteless-afterfifteen-minutes-spearmint<br />
gum onto the sunburnt asphalt. Your hot dog preoccupation stifles you<br />
from noticing me. But my mute eyes watch on. While I watch, I hear people say that I’m quiet.<br />
So I thought I’d take on the role <strong>of</strong> a mime to show you, an unassuming tourist, who I truly am<br />
through my silent words. Although I cannot speak to you, I can attempt to recreate my experiences<br />
for you and illustrate to you why I write.<br />
Writing itself is exhausting. But for every moment I’ve spent stalling time in the bathroom<br />
at lunch, for every forkful <strong>of</strong> homemade cavetelli I’ve eaten at Poppa’s house, for every stranger’s<br />
eyes I’ve stared into from a bus window, and for every urgent prayer whispered to God at night, I<br />
must write. Just as I must be exhausted to fully sleep, I must write to fully live.<br />
As I present “Beautiful Muddle” to you, my flirtatious smile captures your curiosity away<br />
from your bag <strong>of</strong> cinnamon pecans. In this piece, you will hear my candid voice portrayed through<br />
different images <strong>of</strong> beauty. This work initially ran as a column for my school newspaper on the<br />
mind mirage <strong>of</strong> self-image, but I used the original introduction and transformed the detached<br />
commentary into a narrative <strong>of</strong> my personal battles with appearance and perfection. Although the<br />
frivolities <strong>of</strong> prom are petty, the universal struggle for identity is a timeless ache that must be dealt<br />
with and fulfilled. As I wrote about my experience, I chose my words carefully, emphasizing<br />
sensual diction as a way <strong>of</strong> portraying the superficiality <strong>of</strong> outward beauty.<br />
My next selection, “On Being Cruel for Posh’s Sake,” unsettles the woman on your right as<br />
she guiltily glances down at her mink coat. This gruesome depiction <strong>of</strong> animal cruelty in the fur<br />
industry is my plea for society to buy faux fur rather than to indulge in an expensive luxury that<br />
harms innocent creatures. Although I’ve been a vegetarian for four years, I still purchase clothing<br />
products made from animals. A friend <strong>of</strong> mine questioned my logic and encouraged me to research<br />
animal cruelty beyond the meat industry. My discoveries led to this persuasive essay that examines<br />
another aspect <strong>of</strong> the destruction caused by our society’s base definition <strong>of</strong> beauty.<br />
As you groove to the African beat <strong>of</strong> the drummers on the street corner, my final selection,<br />
“The Lion and the Lamb,” transports you to people who have been oppressed by Apartheid in South<br />
Africa. This piece is an analysis <strong>of</strong> Cry, the Beloved Country by Alan Paton and explores Paton’s<br />
message that ideal justice is beyond direct human experience. This piece is important to me as my<br />
response reveals my deep faith in God—the root from which all my other beliefs stem. It is to Him<br />
that I attribute the hope Africa has in the midst <strong>of</strong> suffering, as well as the hope I have in the midst<br />
<strong>of</strong> my struggle for true identity.<br />
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Your gurgling stomach now seems less urgent as you notice the Jimi-Hendrix-dreadlocks<br />
dream on your right wink at an hourglass figure woman wearing electric leather boots clip, clippity,<br />
clapping by. And you appreciate my silent endeavor to capture images and instill in yourself and<br />
others an awareness <strong>of</strong> life. For this is the reason I write.<br />
Sincerely,<br />
A New <strong>Miami</strong> Student<br />
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Reflective Letter—Theresa Don<strong>of</strong>rio<br />
Dear <strong>Miami</strong> University Writing Pr<strong>of</strong>essors,<br />
“Why can’t I think <strong>of</strong> anything to write?” she thought. She shifted her gaze yet again from<br />
the artificial light <strong>of</strong> her desk lamp to the window. Often, she would amaze herself at how much<br />
time she had spent staring out that window, not particularly looking at anything or thinking about<br />
anything, but giving her thoughts the freedom to wander, desperately hoping they would land upon<br />
“a good idea.” She sighed and returned her attention to the desk in front <strong>of</strong> her. Shrouded in<br />
darkness outside <strong>of</strong> the area lit by the desk lamp, she focused on the blank white paper before her<br />
and tapped her blue pen on her desk. For her, writing is an internal struggle.<br />
Who is this girl awake late at night, fighting with the words? I am that very girl. I <strong>of</strong>ten sit<br />
at my desk, well after my parents have gone to bed, and attempt to write. In my mind, writing a<br />
beautiful piece is a true challenge. To be able to write eloquently and with such passion that the<br />
work leaves the reader in awe is what I envision as the ultimate goal. Lately, I have found myself<br />
questioning my ability to write powerfully, or even to write well at all. I struggle with the words,<br />
pitting one against another, looking for the exact array to capture emotion on paper. I wonder if my<br />
writing conveys anything to the reader. Uncertain if my work “measures up” to the psychological<br />
standard I have set, I find myself questioning: Is my work “good enough”?<br />
Can I write with the power needed to make a reader stop and reflect upon our society?<br />
“Hope” is a short story written with a specific purpose. Strongly influenced by the lives <strong>of</strong> my two<br />
closest friends (who lived much like the character Hope), the story is meant to be an allegorical look<br />
at society, its ideals, and the pressures <strong>of</strong> conformity. For what looks like a light-hearted story about<br />
high school life, “Hope” ends with grim realizations regarding both perception and the<br />
consequences <strong>of</strong> attempting to live the “perfect” life.<br />
Can I write to persuade? While gene patenting may be an issue not yet made familiar to the<br />
public, in upcoming years this hot topic will have a pr<strong>of</strong>ound effect on biotechnology. Forced to<br />
research this issue in order to compete in a science and social issues symposium, the information I<br />
discovered destroyed my predisposition against gene patenting. I can only hope that with my third<br />
piece, “The carrot at the end <strong>of</strong> the biotechnological stick,” I can convince others <strong>of</strong> the benefits<br />
that gene patenting has to <strong>of</strong>fer the scientific community, the economy, and society.<br />
Am I capable <strong>of</strong> analyzing the author’s use <strong>of</strong> point <strong>of</strong> view? My fourth piece, “Through<br />
the eyes <strong>of</strong> vermin: Kafka’s use <strong>of</strong> point <strong>of</strong> view,” was written to explore Franz Kafka’s purpose in<br />
using third person omniscient in The Metamorphosis. Through the exploration <strong>of</strong> perceptual<br />
differences between Gregor Samsa’s view <strong>of</strong> his sister and reality, my fourth piece states that<br />
Kafka’s choice <strong>of</strong> point <strong>of</strong> view serves to underscore Gregor’s delusion as well as to provide for the<br />
ironic tone <strong>of</strong> the conclusion. I hope such an essay <strong>of</strong>fers an interesting theory for any reader<br />
familiar with The Metamorphosis.<br />
How do I answer these questions? Sometimes, I never do. Sometimes there is that lingering<br />
doubt over whether I have truly written well, or if my writing is little more than a sequence <strong>of</strong> letters<br />
and spaces strategically spaced on a page. When I am able to overcome that doubt, when I am<br />
confident in my work, it is because that piece comes from the soul. I am finally realizing that good<br />
writing cannot be sterilely manufactured to impress some distant audience. To write well, I think,<br />
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one must prohibit the words from being censored by the brain and allow them to flow from the<br />
heart. I strive to reach that point, when the doubt will recede and the questions will stop. For now,<br />
I have answered my own questions to the best <strong>of</strong> my ability. I will return to my desk having sent<br />
<strong>of</strong>f my portfolio, knowing this struggle with the words is over and awaiting the next. As you now<br />
read these words, written by a distant girl, the questions are yours. It is now up to you: What will<br />
you make <strong>of</strong> her?<br />
The girl at the desk<br />
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Reflective Letter—Megan Malanchuk<br />
Dear <strong>Miami</strong> University Writing Teachers,<br />
I have this great pair <strong>of</strong> pajamas that I got for Christmas. Of course, it’s my only real set <strong>of</strong><br />
pajamas since most <strong>of</strong> my other sleep clothes are worn, faded t-shirts, sweatpants, and hideous<br />
hand-me-downs from my older sister. This one and only sleep “outfit” includes a pair <strong>of</strong> oversized<br />
drawstring pants that make a delightful “fffp, fffp, fffp” sound as they drag across the tile in our<br />
front hallway. The shirt is like a swimming pool: shapeless and awkward, it drapes from my<br />
shoulders like a beach towel on a toddler. Cute. These aren’t necessarily the greatest pajamas in<br />
the world; however, THEY GLOW IN THE DARK! Cherry red with sprinklings <strong>of</strong> white stars, my<br />
pajamas shine, shimmer, sparkle, and glimmer. Not only do these PJs supply endless-dancing-infront-<strong>of</strong>-the-mirror-in-the-dark-kinda-fun,<br />
but they are a reminder to the too serious, overly<br />
diligent, big grown-up in me, that in the end, fun is all that really matters.<br />
Occasionally my best friend, Desiarae, (with whom I dance in the dark in front <strong>of</strong> the<br />
mirror) will inform me that I am awfully “overdramatic, oversensitive, and overemotional,” which<br />
fortunately and unfortunately carries over into my writing. I desperately adore adjectives and<br />
because I love words so much, I sometimes cannot determine when and where to stop in my<br />
writing. Most times, I have trouble putting on paper exactly what is in my head, but somehow,<br />
when I am finished, it always makes sense to me.<br />
As the source <strong>of</strong> and solution to my pain, writing is simultaneously my toughest opponent<br />
and my favorite companion. I remember when writing was simple, enjoyable fun and not grammar,<br />
mechanics, clarity, diction, organization, syntax, voice, style, purpose. Writing is a perfectionist’s<br />
worst nightmare. (It would most likely be my worst nightmare if I could get more than a few hours<br />
<strong>of</strong> desperate sleep each night.) I might blame my perfectionism on my mom or my dad, but it’s<br />
most certainly not their fault. Frankly, they are too sweet to be at any fault. Somewhere along the<br />
way, I snatched up a huge collection <strong>of</strong> ideals for myself and grew into the exceedingly ambitious<br />
individual that I am. I love my childish, cherry, red, glow-in-the-dark pajamas in which I watch<br />
Saturday morning cartoons, but that doesn’t mean I don’t work hard… very hard. Rightfully, I am<br />
proud and disturbed by my writing and my points <strong>of</strong> weakness. I seek perfection in my writing,<br />
and the fact that “perfection” is implicitly unfeasible only feeds my incentives. Nonetheless, in the<br />
end, those feelings <strong>of</strong> annoyance and frustration with my writing are meaningless in comparison to<br />
my process…<br />
My computer buzzes, warm like a toaster. And I huddle in front <strong>of</strong> it, cuddling time with<br />
the sizzling machine. Sucking the warmth through my fingertips. It is 2:00 AM. I<br />
snuggle deep within my cherry red pajamas and smile. Big, white teeth everywhere. A<br />
movie-star-grin with Kim Bassinger lips. Tap, tap, tap. And then, the weary keys rest in<br />
partial silence. Following is a sigh <strong>of</strong> contentment as I sit back and marvel at perfection.<br />
For a nanosecond I am amazed with my own achievement and then, as though the feeling<br />
had never even touched the tips <strong>of</strong> my fingers, it has slipped through my grasp and I<br />
despise the piece before me. I see the disorder, the flaws, all so clearly and with arrant<br />
disappointment. I sigh again, this time with the whole exhaustion <strong>of</strong> an incessant<br />
insomniac. Tap, tap, tap, again.<br />
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And as the result <strong>of</strong> many enjoyably sleepless nights in front <strong>of</strong> my buzzing computer<br />
screen, I have produced a portfolio that has awakened within me a new outlook on writing: it is fun!<br />
A quote that I live by explains, “We are the authors <strong>of</strong> our own lives.” Besides the silly, cherry-redglow-in-the-dark-pajama-wearing,<br />
cartoon-watching girl that I am, I am a busy woman with a life<br />
that is so full, I sometimes marvel at the idea that one day I might just write a book about it. And<br />
so I begin my portfolio with a piece about me! my life, the way that I think and live. Overflowing<br />
with adjectives and a voice that I have failed to hear in many <strong>of</strong> my school-assigned writings, this<br />
is a narrative/descriptive piece that I cannot read without cracking my (Kim Bassinger-lipped)<br />
smile. After all, it is my life.<br />
My explanatory essay, “Perfect Love,” is one <strong>of</strong> the more thought-provoking essays I have<br />
chosen to write. I chose to analyze two poems that I found intriguing; however, these poems do not<br />
reflect my personal opinions and so producing this essay was a challenge. It was planned out and<br />
organized on note cards, scratch paper, and took up space in notebooks designated for other classes.<br />
I spent hours upon hours in front <strong>of</strong> my buzzing computer, wearing my favorite pajamas, while<br />
working out sentence structures, thumbing through my tattered thesaurus, and struggling to tie<br />
together my scattered thoughts and ideas. In calculus class, I probably pondered “perfect love” and<br />
what Robert Frost and Paul Laurence Dunbar had to say about it. For a few days, the concepts <strong>of</strong><br />
this essay encompassed my mind. This is unquestionably one <strong>of</strong> my many “process pieces” and<br />
illustrates the extensive preparation that goes into my writing and ultimately helps me to produce a<br />
successful composition.<br />
My final portfolio piece, “Devoured By Love,” is a research paper based on Hamlet about<br />
Ophelia and love. This was the final writing assignment in my World Literature 12 class. Not only<br />
does this responsive essay represent my formal writing abilities (which may be interpreted as notso-risky),<br />
it also illustrates that despite instruction and years <strong>of</strong> being told exactly what to write<br />
in each paragraph and sentence, I have benefited from my “overdramatic, oversensitive, and<br />
overemotional” inclinations. I am very proud <strong>of</strong> this piece as a formal and emotional work.<br />
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some laundry to do… my cherry red glow-in-the-dark<br />
pajamas are missing me.<br />
Sincerely,<br />
A very excited first-year <strong>Miami</strong> student<br />
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Reflective Letter—Sarah Mandlehr<br />
A group <strong>of</strong> girls with perfectly primped hair and flawless make-up turn a rosy pink as the<br />
senior football players stroll down the hallway. Four soccer players kick a flat ball stolen from the<br />
P.E. locker room. The cast <strong>of</strong> Kizmet Arabian Nights, still in theatrical make-up, laughs and shows<br />
<strong>of</strong>f the new dance moves they just learned in theater class. A cluster <strong>of</strong> African-American boys<br />
huddle around a garbage can making sounds that are Stomp worthy as two beautiful girls hum and<br />
move to their music. Some kids wear clothes that look like a mixture <strong>of</strong> my grandpa’s wardrobe<br />
and Salvation Army cast<strong>of</strong>fs. A cluster <strong>of</strong> girls, with the bronze skin and satin hair <strong>of</strong> Korea, race<br />
to class and pass two guys “posted up” on their lockers trying to act cool for the cheerleaders.<br />
Next to them are a couple <strong>of</strong> students struggling to finish a trigonometry problem. Different races,<br />
cultures, ethnic backgrounds, interests, and religions with one thing in common — they are all<br />
smart. This is my high school. This is not me.<br />
I come from a white, Catholic, middle-class, two-parent family. It was too easy for me to<br />
stay in my safe and sheltered world and I knew that to grow as a person I had to choose a new<br />
environment. I chose to sit in classes with brilliant students from all around the world who have<br />
<strong>of</strong>ten taught me more than my teachers. Our class discussions have stimulated my mind, and I<br />
haven’t been allowed to just sit back and listen anymore. I began to question things and look for<br />
answers on my own without them being handed to me. My peers have had such different<br />
experiences in life from mine, and they have opened me up to a whole new spectrum <strong>of</strong> thinking.<br />
It was in writing my first piece, “Family Dinners,” that I realized how different the world was from<br />
my upbringing.<br />
“Family Dinners” is a narrative on my favorite family tradition, a tradition that I found not<br />
everyone had the luxury <strong>of</strong> experiencing. Until I was a freshman in high school, I was <strong>of</strong> the firm<br />
belief that all families sat down together every night around six-thirty for dinner. All <strong>of</strong> my<br />
Catholic grade school friends followed this pattern, so why not the rest <strong>of</strong> the world? I can still<br />
hear in my head the discussion held in my freshman English class with Mr. Peacock when I was<br />
first exposed to the harsh realities <strong>of</strong> many kids’ home lives. Stories <strong>of</strong> deceased parents, poverty,<br />
abuse and neglect horrified me as these teenagers, just like myself, opened up their world for<br />
everyone to hear. I didn’t say a word that day. I was stunned that so many <strong>of</strong> these brilliant<br />
students endured such hardships. These students taught me more about the world than I will ever<br />
learn from a textbook. In realizing how lucky I was to enjoy this traditional family dinner, I<br />
decided to put it on paper so I could reflect on it whenever I was feeling greedy and remember what<br />
I have that many others aren’t as fortunate to experience.<br />
While sitting in my AP Government and Politics class, I found myself struggling to keep up<br />
because <strong>of</strong> my own inhibitions. Toward the end <strong>of</strong> the year it was somewhat intimidating to<br />
participate in discussions with students who had already been accepted to Harvard, Yale, Stanford,<br />
MIT, and Princeton. I questioned my worthiness to speak out and defend my point <strong>of</strong> view on<br />
topics such as gun control, homosexuality, abortion, and one <strong>of</strong> our favorites, George W. Bush. I<br />
wanted to prove my intelligence more and more with every topic that was brought up, but<br />
acceptance was important to me and I was afraid that I would be shot down by one <strong>of</strong> the “Ivies.”<br />
An assignment was given to write a persuasive essay on whether or not we thought the Constitution<br />
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would remain viable in the new millennium. Most <strong>of</strong> the students were overly excited because<br />
these papers would be submitted to a contest and the prize was an all-expenses-paid, week-long trip<br />
to Washington D.C. where you would sit in on Congressional meetings to get an inside look on how<br />
our government worked. I wrote my paper with no real expectations <strong>of</strong> winning. After all, look at<br />
my competition. I thought my piece turned out well because it displayed my point <strong>of</strong> view, no<br />
interruptions, no one questioning my thoughts, no one eager to get in the last word. This paper<br />
“Will the Constitution Remain Viable in the New Millennium?” restored my confidence. I won the<br />
trip to Washington - - the runner up will be attending Harvard in the fall.<br />
The Romantic poets have always caught my attention. I am not interested so much because<br />
<strong>of</strong> my love <strong>of</strong> their poetry, but rather because I envy the total bliss shown in their work. Always<br />
talking about the sunrise, the nightingale, and the daffodil makes me think that they lived in some<br />
sort <strong>of</strong> a Utopia. I appreciate the innocence and gentility that the Romantic poets exhibited in their<br />
work even if it isn’t at all “realistic.” My essay, “Characteristics Used in Romantic Poetry,” takes<br />
a look into the world <strong>of</strong> William Blake, John Keats, and Percy Shelley, fantasy and all. I can relate<br />
to this because, in a sense, I also live in a fantasy world. I would much rather watch “Full House,”<br />
where people think morally, than “Melrose Place,” where people think sexually. I still think that<br />
men should stand when a woman leaves the table to use the restroom and that they should always<br />
<strong>of</strong>fer their seat to a woman without one, even though my father and grandfather are the only people<br />
I know who still do this. I guess that I want it all; the romanticism, the intellectual challenge and<br />
the traditions — these are the things that I write about. I hope that when you read the three works<br />
that I have sent you that you can glimpse a little <strong>of</strong> the person I am and envision the person<br />
I am becoming.<br />
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A Narrative or Short Story<br />
This piece can be based on personal experience as a non-fiction narrative or can be a<br />
short work <strong>of</strong> fiction. Its aim is to communicate the significance <strong>of</strong> an experience or event<br />
through description, dialogue, and/or narration. Put another way, successful pieces show<br />
rather than tell. The writing can be personal and informal. This narrative or short story<br />
should have a title.<br />
Each <strong>of</strong> the narratives published here illustrates qualities that our readers were drawn to in<br />
reading the narratives and short stories students submitted. As a group, they demonstrate a variety<br />
<strong>of</strong> ways that authors can successfully and creatively write in this genre.<br />
Anyone who has ever attended a high school prom will recognize the events described in<br />
Nicole DiNardo’s “Beautiful Muddle.” Her narrative is more <strong>of</strong> a description than a story, but it<br />
comes alive through its adroit use <strong>of</strong> specific detail and its amused tone as Nicole takes a long, hard<br />
look at the prom and at herself. While the events <strong>of</strong> the narrative are the small ones <strong>of</strong> everyday<br />
life, the writing brings such intense life to the narrator’s experience through the use <strong>of</strong> realistic<br />
dialogue and recognizable emotions that readers’ interest remains high throughout, right up to the<br />
narrative’s satisfying resolution.<br />
Andrew McKenzie’s “A Different Religion” memorably employs a mock-heroic style to tell<br />
his story <strong>of</strong> another familiar and ordinary encounter. His story amuses us as the protagonist reveals<br />
just how important these events are to him through the use <strong>of</strong> exaggerated and inflated language.<br />
While we read, we also realize that the story’s protagonist is an expert on the subject <strong>of</strong> his<br />
“religion,” and we are informed as we read, as well as entertained. In this unorthodox way,<br />
Andrew has found a lively strategy to present some strongly held opinions through story-telling,<br />
making his narrative one to remember.<br />
In “My Hardest Test,” Kristen Price shows readers a meaningful experience in her life,<br />
using dialogue and interior monologue to great effect. Her narrative takes a traditional approach—<br />
beginning at the start and working straight through to the climax—but does so with great efficiency<br />
and skill. Note how the story plunges us into the events immediately, and how Kristen uses surprise<br />
to keep readers attentive until the very end when they finally learn the significance <strong>of</strong> the events<br />
and the title.<br />
Unlike the other writers, Dana Sinopoli does not narrate a story about a modern teenager’s<br />
familiar experience. Instead, “Price for Freedom: A POW Story” takes readers back in history to<br />
bring readers the life <strong>of</strong> a teenager caught up in a terrible war. The narrative compels readers to<br />
feel as if they were experiencing the events themselves through the startling use <strong>of</strong> second person,<br />
a risky approach for a writer as readers <strong>of</strong>ten resist being positioned as a protagonist. However,<br />
Dana brings history to life by using present tense to weave facts and feelings into the story, relying<br />
upon an expert source for the historical information. And the narrative eventually wins us over,<br />
convincing us that using second person writing to tell this story is indeed the best way to make its<br />
point.<br />
There is no formula to writing an effective narrative. These four examples differ from one<br />
another in tone, structure, purpose, and style, and no single story or descriptive essay will contain<br />
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all <strong>of</strong> the qualities represented in these examples. However, the authors whose works we have<br />
included use the particular elements described above very effectively and with finesse.<br />
For more examples <strong>of</strong> essays in this genre, read the Complete <strong>Portfolios</strong> included in this<br />
collection.<br />
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A Short Story or Narrative—Nicole DiNardo<br />
Beautiful Muddle<br />
Sometimes, when I lie on my back in the solitude <strong>of</strong> my room and the carpet bristles my<br />
skin, the ridges in the ceiling spread like daddy-long-legs in port-o-potties. Sometimes, when I lie<br />
in bed in the hush <strong>of</strong> the night and the moon is precisely angled outside my window, the global light<br />
streaks across my pillowcase like tadpoles in silver ponds. Sometimes, when my mind wanders…<br />
I’m fearless and flawless.<br />
And sometimes, at these dreamy times, I am not an eighteen-year-old prom junkie standing<br />
in the middle <strong>of</strong> my floor, facing my mirror, and whispering to the butter-fairies in my stomach to<br />
buzz someplace else. I am not spending thirty agonizing minutes shaping one frizzed curl with half<br />
a bottle <strong>of</strong> Green Tea Styling Gel or obsessing over which shade <strong>of</strong> plum lip gloss best accents my<br />
eyes. I am not, as my ex-boyfriend used to say, “acting like a girl.”<br />
Instead, I am already twirling on the dance floor, my auburn-fried hair bouncing with<br />
charming confidence as I transcend all muddied doubts <strong>of</strong> myself. I am effortlessly and naturally<br />
beautiful. I am—<br />
“Don’t forget to pluck the hair from between your eyebrows,” my mom’s brassy voice <strong>of</strong><br />
reality plummets me back to my Mary-Kay dungeon <strong>of</strong> anxiety.<br />
“Mom, pl-ea-se stop. I do not need you telling me what to do.” I innocently crank up the<br />
volume two notches on my stereo in hope that River Cuomo’s electric guitar can silence her<br />
motherly concerns and rattle away my “I don’t want to go anymores.” While the beat vibrates and<br />
I lather my legs with freshly scented cucumber lotion, I begin to sway with forced excitement. “I’m<br />
going to have fun tonight,” I tell my stuffed dog, Douglass. But his vacant eyes seem as convinced<br />
as my crackling voice. However, when I slip into my olive chenille dress and brush my hands down<br />
the velvety material, I am contentedly satisfied. Turning sideways and forward and sideways again<br />
in front <strong>of</strong> the mirror above my dresser, I hunt for flaws, but my dress, an exact fit, complements<br />
my figure.<br />
Yet just when my jitters begin to fizzle away, my mom hollers from the bottom <strong>of</strong> the stairs,<br />
“Nicole, did you remember to put mints in your purse?”<br />
I don’t respond. Leave me alone, leave me alone, leave me alone.<br />
“Nicole, did you—<br />
“Yes, mother. I filled the gray box with wintergreen Altoids ten minutes ago,” I croon<br />
sarcastically while gracefully stomping down the steps in my bronze high heels. Well, I wouldn’t<br />
quite call them high heels. I didn’t want to tower over my date.<br />
“You look gorgeous,” my mom breathes as I approach the last step. Intently searching her<br />
eyes, I recognize her sincere love, and my muscles immediately relax. She is impossible to stay<br />
angry at for an extended amount <strong>of</strong> time. I ask a mental prayer <strong>of</strong> forgiveness—she never deserves<br />
the venom <strong>of</strong> my frustrations. My younger brother breezes by us with an amused, self-assured<br />
smirk, his silver bracelet tinkling as he flips a sports coat over his shoulders.<br />
I open the refrigerator and pull out the standard cream-colored boutonniere from Dandy’s<br />
Flowers and turn to practice pinning the roses on my brother’s lapel. My mom has always done the<br />
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honors for past dances, but I figure this is my senior year. I should know how to pin a boutonniere.<br />
“Wait, does it go on the left or the right?” I ask.<br />
My brother tenderly shakes his head, “The left.” Right. I knew that. My fingers twiddle<br />
with the pin and grope with the bunching material, but after a few eternal seconds the task is<br />
completed, and I feel prepared for anything. The doorbell rings. Well, maybe not everything.<br />
Okay, Lord. Please don’t let my cheeks look like two flaming flamingos, don’t let my voice sound<br />
like a frozen frog, don’t let—<br />
“Oh, hi, Samantha, Mark. Come on in. Matt’s not here yet.” Mark strides into the kitchen,<br />
chomping on a bag <strong>of</strong> barbecue potato chips while Samantha’s gold metallic dress glistens against<br />
her bronzed skin as they make their boisterous entrance. Immediately, a whirl <strong>of</strong> grandparents,<br />
aunts, and siblings start clicking and flashing their cameras while the three <strong>of</strong> us pose with plastered<br />
smiles. The red letters on our radio clock read 6:15 and instead <strong>of</strong> fretting over Matt’s whereabouts,<br />
I begin to ease into disillusioned clouds, once again nimbly looping across the dance floor twinklewinking<br />
at my peers as they stand gaping around me.<br />
“Matt’s here,” my dad booms from the other room. “He’s walking down the street. Looks<br />
like he had to park a few houses down.” Subconsciously I po<strong>of</strong> my hair, smooth down my dress,<br />
and hold my breath as I wander to the door. My 110-pound Golden Retriever barrels excitedly<br />
into my side, beating me as always to a formal greeting. As I open the door, I putter and avoid<br />
Matt’s intense gray eyes, afraid mine will link with his and melt my gelatin-composure. But I<br />
understand his smile. You look amazing too, I think.<br />
The kitchen is awkwardly silent while 14 pairs <strong>of</strong> eyes watch Matt slide on my wrist<br />
corsage. I try not to stare at his trembling hands. My own fingers are uncannily still as I expertly<br />
weave the needle through the stem and onto his sharp black jacket. We stiffly endure more creative<br />
photographs on the deck, the stairway, and the front porch. I don’t relax until we slide into the white<br />
leather backseat <strong>of</strong> Mark’s uncle’s Cadillac.<br />
We careen around the corner, and Samantha rolls down her window, lights a cigarette, and<br />
exclaims, “Holy pictures. Get together you two—this is my idea <strong>of</strong> pictures.” We scoot as close<br />
together as my seatbelt will allow. I notice that despite Samantha’s elegant hair twist and being<br />
seated in a fancy car, she appears to be everything but the envy <strong>of</strong> the school as she rummages<br />
through her clunky purse for her cell phone, reeking <strong>of</strong> stale tobacco. And as she puffs smoke<br />
through her matted ruby lips, I glance at Matt. He captures my eyes and instead <strong>of</strong> my composure<br />
melting, it’s my Cinderella fantasy that dissolves.<br />
In this moment, as the sun bounces like a fireball <strong>of</strong>f our windshield and crackles against<br />
headlights, the air dissociates into molecules <strong>of</strong> barely breathable oxygen. In this moment, I may<br />
not be hip. In the moments to come, darkness may envelop our forms and my moss eye-shadow<br />
and “Barely There” foundation may fade like lifeless clowns booed out <strong>of</strong> the circus ring. In the<br />
moments to come, I may not dance like Janet Jackson.<br />
No, in this moment, I am still an eighteen-year-old prom junkie. Although my glittering<br />
fantasies <strong>of</strong> popularity and beauty may sometimes threaten my happiness, I know who I am. I do not<br />
need to prove myself with a cigarette, a rowdy mouth, or a provocative dance. And when the<br />
dandelions become a golden blur in my window, I feel their secret whisper through my soul. I am<br />
beautiful.<br />
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A Short Story or Narrative— Andrew McKenzie<br />
A Different Religion<br />
He was dressed pr<strong>of</strong>essionally, wearing a suit, tie, and dark black overcoat. His glasses<br />
falsely spelled “nerd.” He was short, or at least shorter than I. I’d say he was in his late thirties,<br />
but who knows? I returned to Star Wars Racer, a video game based on the movie Star Wars:<br />
Episode One, released the previous year. Tatooine was easy enough, so I decided to move on to a<br />
more difficult racetrack. Then, out <strong>of</strong> the corner <strong>of</strong> my eye, I saw the man approach me.<br />
He walked straight for me, no doubt about it. I tried to act calmly but couldn’t restrain my<br />
heart’s rapid beating. I wiped a bead <strong>of</strong> sweat from my forehead, glanced to my left flank. Is he<br />
coming to speak with me? I wondered. He had to be. I prepped myself mentally for what he would<br />
say. Time slowed to a crawl. I should have brought along the Book. I needed something to help<br />
me lead him down the right path. Every devout follower has his chance, and this would be mine.<br />
I reviewed the basic steps to salvation but was interrupted by his voice.<br />
“So,” he started, “Do you use a Mac?”<br />
Do I use a Mac?! What’d this guy take me for, some kind <strong>of</strong> pee-cee lamebrain? I fought<br />
<strong>of</strong>f the temptation to respond with a forceful, “Of course, you idiot!” and calmly replied, “Yes, I<br />
do.” Then, the smile dropped from my face as I realized that he didn’t look assured. So quickly I<br />
added, “I have all my life.” But was that enough? I must convince him to stray from his ways <strong>of</strong><br />
evil and darkness.<br />
He glanced at the computer before me, then back to my face. “Do you like ‘em?”<br />
Again, I felt rage and thoughts <strong>of</strong> violence rise to my head. Do I like them? Do I like Macs?<br />
DO I LIKE MACS? But I remembered that I must portray an example <strong>of</strong> a kind-hearted Apple<br />
zealot, so I answered with a smile, “Yes, I like them. I think they’re great.”<br />
He still looked unsure <strong>of</strong> anything. Then he hit me with a killer. It was the golden question;<br />
it was the signal for me to tell him the way to be saved. “Do you think Macs are better than PCs?”<br />
I smiled, took a deep breath, and rested my hand on the Apple Studio Display next to me.<br />
Then I transformed into the Mac Evangelist. I felt my muscles bulge and my body rise to full<br />
height. Clad in a black suit with a rainbow cape, I was <strong>of</strong>f to save a lost soul!<br />
Then I blanked. Where should I start? Apple’s beginnings, in Steve Jobs’ garage? Or John<br />
Sculley’s resignation from Pepsi-Cola to join Apple? Or, perhaps, the Macintosh project? Then<br />
again, the release <strong>of</strong> System 7 was another good issue. Of course, I could go for an Upton Sinclairstyle<br />
muckraking speech, portraying the values and integrity <strong>of</strong> Apple versus the corruption <strong>of</strong> the<br />
“Wintel” demons. I then realized that the lost sheep was waiting.<br />
“I definitely think Macs are better than PCs. They’ve got superior hardware, just-as-good<br />
or better s<strong>of</strong>tware, and are far more reliable. I’ve used Macs for eight years and have always been<br />
happy with Apple.” I paused, preparing “convert-a-PC-user” arguments. I dreamed <strong>of</strong> the masses<br />
packed into the Apple section <strong>of</strong> CompUSA, listening to me spread the good news. I envisioned<br />
Steve Jobs commending me at MacWorld-New York for my efforts and converting thousands <strong>of</strong><br />
PC users to the light side <strong>of</strong> the Force. Then I returned to my sermon. “Macs have consistently<br />
been faster, more reliable, stronger, easier to use, and cooler than PCs. For instance, the processor<br />
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in this Mac (I pointed to the PowerMac next to me) is far superior to any Pentium IV,” I said with<br />
an aura <strong>of</strong> “in-case-you-didn’t-know.” “And this Mac can do far more, too.” I was moving my<br />
troops in for the attack. “This Mac has much better hardware than any PC over there (I pointed to<br />
the PC side <strong>of</strong> the store) and is easier to use. For instance, Mac OS 9 is far simpler, yet is much<br />
more powerful. And the hardware on this machine is the same: better, more reliable, and easier to<br />
install and use.”<br />
I felt like throwing in a few <strong>of</strong> the thousands <strong>of</strong> Mac facts I’d memorized for an occasion<br />
such as this, but, after seeing the man’s blank eyes, I decided to slow down. I’d let him ask a<br />
question.<br />
“But isn’t there a lot less s<strong>of</strong>tware for the Mac than for a PC?” he asked, looking at the bare<br />
desktop <strong>of</strong> the Mac beside us.<br />
Aha! I thought. He’s hitting me at my weakest (though not very weak) point. I gestured to<br />
the wall filled with colorful Mac s<strong>of</strong>tware boxes. “There are rumors about the amount <strong>of</strong> s<strong>of</strong>tware<br />
for the Mac, but don’t believe any <strong>of</strong> those unknowledgeable PC salesmen. There are over 11,500<br />
s<strong>of</strong>tware titles for the Mac, including most major PC programs. And if a PC program doesn’t have<br />
a Mac version, there’s usually another Mac program that will suit your needs. I assure you that<br />
s<strong>of</strong>tware is plentiful for the Mac. There are many people out there who try to discredit Apple, but<br />
they’re unsuccessful. That’s because Mac users know their machines are better. There is no doubt<br />
in my mind that if you buy a Mac, you’ll be a hundred times happier with it than any PC.”<br />
I was unsure if my oration had worked. The man seemed a bit bewildered but<br />
thanked me for my time. As he began to walk <strong>of</strong>f, I felt my heart drop. I had failed as a zealot!<br />
But then, as if a response from God, the man took a sharp turn and started experimenting with<br />
another Mac. I felt my heart leap as Handel’s “Hallelujah Chorus” began in my ears. I jumped,<br />
raised my fist into the air, then glanced around for spectators. As my Mac Evangelist suit morphed<br />
into my civilian clothes, I turned back to video games. But then I glanced at my watch. I turned<br />
west, toward 999 Infinity Lane, Cupertino, California, home <strong>of</strong> Apple Computer, and lowered to the<br />
ground. It was time to pray.<br />
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A Narrative or Short Story—Kristen Price<br />
My Hardest Test<br />
I stared down at my hands, trying to control the shaking. My breathing came out slowly, if<br />
it came out at all. I felt like bursting into tears. I stared at the boards in front <strong>of</strong> me. My head was<br />
spinning, and my mind was racing. I couldn’t believe I had missed that break.<br />
I had practiced this break time and time again. It was my best break <strong>of</strong> all. Normally, my<br />
foot went through the board like a hot knife through butter. I could break double boards with that<br />
sidekick and not blink an eye or break a sweat. But now—now that everything was on the line, my<br />
foot jammed the board long before it should have penetrated.<br />
My hands were still shaking furiously. I jumped from foot to foot, trying to shake <strong>of</strong>f the<br />
first two misses. Two misses. Two out <strong>of</strong> three possible chances wasted. The third chance was do<br />
or die. No break, no black belt.<br />
Normally I was a star student. My instructor even called me a bragging right. What was<br />
happening to me? Why couldn’t I make this break?<br />
“Face me,” Mr. Haungs demanded.<br />
“Yes, sir.” Tears were beginning to well in my eyes.<br />
“Listen carefully,” he began to talk. I felt a hundred pairs <strong>of</strong> eyes on me, but as he stared at<br />
me and forced me to focus on what he was saying, the crowd began to disappear. I could only hear<br />
what I was being told. It was the only thing that mattered now. “If you break this, you pass. You<br />
become a black belt. If you miss, you are nothing more than you were yesterday. You may come<br />
back to try in three months, but that’s not you. You don’t need to come back a second time. You<br />
have never failed before. Don’t start now. Now, ask-”<br />
Before he could finish, I was at attention, and broke in, “Permission to break my board, sir!”<br />
“Are you going to break it?” he demanded.<br />
“Yes, sir!”<br />
“Louder!”<br />
“Yes, sir!”<br />
“Break that board!”<br />
In one swift move, I threw everything I had at that board, every last drop <strong>of</strong> anything that<br />
I had.<br />
And my foot stopped—again.<br />
I stared at the board in disbelief. I knew the crowd was staring at me exactly the same way.<br />
I even heard my mom gasp. I know I did. My board holder handed me back my board, fully intact.<br />
I accepted his hesitant <strong>of</strong>fering in a daze. With a clouded head, I silently took my seat at the back<br />
<strong>of</strong> the room with all <strong>of</strong> the other candidates. I felt s<strong>of</strong>t pats on the back and heard whispers in my<br />
ear: “It’ll be okay, honey. You’ll get it next time.”<br />
All that I could manage in response was a quick glance, a forced half-smile, or a simple nod.<br />
I knew that I couldn’t speak. If I opened my mouth, all that would come out would be sobs. Even<br />
if I didn’t have my rank, I still had my pride, and I absolutely refused to let my classmates and my<br />
students see me cry.<br />
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There was only one person in the world that was allowed to see my tears that day, and as<br />
soon as we hit the parking lot and my mom put her arm around me, the flood could not be dammed.<br />
I cried until there wasn’t a single tear left, and then I cried some more. I didn’t know what to do.<br />
As long as I had been taking karate at that school, I had never failed so miserably. I didn’t want to<br />
accept it.<br />
But, as it <strong>of</strong>ten did with many bad feelings, a big cone <strong>of</strong> Graeter’s double chocolate chip<br />
ice cream helped to heal my sorrow, and from there I just had to suck it up.<br />
Two weeks later was even harder. It was the rank ceremonies for the people who passed on<br />
to the next level, and, unlike me, actually earned a new belt. Usually if students failed, they were<br />
too embarrassed to go to the ceremony. I knew the feeling as I walked through the doors <strong>of</strong> the<br />
school. In a room full <strong>of</strong> uniformed students, I was the only student there that blended in with the<br />
audience. I went wearing my everyday street clothes. I had no need for my uniform that night.<br />
All <strong>of</strong> my friends came up to me and hugged me as I walked in the door. My friend Ronnie<br />
pulled me <strong>of</strong>f to the side, putting a cotton-clad arm around me. “Why are you here?” he asked.<br />
“Are you sure you’re up to this?”<br />
I nodded quickly and gave him a half smile.<br />
Mr. Haungs called all <strong>of</strong> the students to the floor. As they hurried to their places on the<br />
workout floor, I slowly took my seat on one <strong>of</strong> the sideline benches. So far, Mr. Haungs had not<br />
even acknowledged my presence at the ceremonies. I sat and watched and clapped for my friends<br />
and classmates. I even cheered for a couple <strong>of</strong> them. Each time that I cheered for someone, I felt<br />
a little bit better. I felt that cheering for everybody else helped me get over my embarrassment.<br />
Mr. Haungs announced all <strong>of</strong> the ranks in order from lowest ranks to highest so that he<br />
ended with the black belts. The last black belt stood and was honored in front <strong>of</strong> the entire room.<br />
Everyone sat smiling, ecstatic about their new ranks, waiting to be dismissed from the ceremonies.<br />
Suddenly, Mr. Haungs cleared his throat. He looked out at the class and began to speak. What he<br />
said though surprised everyone, especially me.<br />
“I want to you to look to your right,” he instructed his class, and thrust his arm in my<br />
direction. I flushed bright red. “I want you to look at her. Everyone here saw her at testing, and<br />
everyone here saw her fail. It is always hard to fail a testing, but to have the guts and the courage<br />
to come and watch everyone who passed when she didn’t, that is impressive. That is true black belt<br />
character. I hope everyone comes to watch and cheer for her at the next testing.”<br />
I wanted to cry again but not out <strong>of</strong> shame this time. My eyes had tears brimming, and I<br />
could barely tell him “Thank you.” I knew then that I had passed the hardest test I had ever taken.<br />
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A Narrative or Short Story— Dana Sinopoli<br />
Price for Freedom: A POW Story<br />
I want you to close your eyes for a moment and try to imagine being 19. Now imagine<br />
being pulled away from your family, your friends, and your home, and placed into hell with nothing<br />
but a gun and a prayer. You are a soldier in 1944, fighting in one <strong>of</strong> the most gruesome and pitiless<br />
wars <strong>of</strong> all time: World War II.<br />
It is December 15, 1944. Your company <strong>of</strong> 250 men, the farthest division advanced in<br />
Germany, has just captured Kesternich. Early dawn <strong>of</strong> the very next day, the town is lit up by large<br />
klieg lights as an entire tank division comes pouring into the town. The rumble <strong>of</strong> machines shakes<br />
the ground beneath you and creates a sound so powerful that it seems as though the Earth is splitting<br />
into two.<br />
You are in the basement <strong>of</strong> a small house when a tank stops right outside the window. The<br />
.88 gun <strong>of</strong> the Panzer tank points directly at the window, forcing you and a handful <strong>of</strong> other terrified<br />
soldiers to surrender. At this point, there are only 50 <strong>of</strong> you left.<br />
Barely able to walk, being so weighed down with fear, you are all marched to a school house<br />
and lined up by a German Prisoner <strong>of</strong> War lieutenant. This man, for whom you feel nothing but<br />
hatred, walks up and down the line <strong>of</strong> men, and out <strong>of</strong> everyone else, points to you. The lieutenant<br />
accuses you <strong>of</strong> having shot German prisoners. You are pulled out <strong>of</strong> the line and taken by truck to<br />
Bonn Prison Camp.<br />
You are still only 19 years old and instead <strong>of</strong> running around a college campus, you are put<br />
in solitary confinement. The cell is smaller than a closet and has only one tiny door. You have no<br />
overcoat and nothing to shield you from the cold. You see no one for six weeks and your only<br />
nutritional in-take consists <strong>of</strong> Ersatz bread. Because the Germans do not have enough wheat, they<br />
mix wood chips in with the wheat they do have, and that is your bread.<br />
Every few days you are dragged out <strong>of</strong> your cell and interrogated by <strong>of</strong>ficers for a crime you<br />
did not commit. You are crowded by German men with shiny boots and crop sticks and relentlessly<br />
told to sign a paper admitting to killing the German Prisoners <strong>of</strong> War. Again and again you refuse<br />
even after being threatened with the firing squad.<br />
On February 4, 1945, an Alliance British plane known as a Pathfinder drops flares directly<br />
into the middle <strong>of</strong> the Prisoner <strong>of</strong> War camp. The impinging waves level the prison camp and<br />
destroy your solitary bunker. You crawl out and have to remind yourself to breathe as you are a<br />
witness to an inferno.<br />
Prisoners <strong>of</strong> war <strong>of</strong> all the Allied countries are screaming out <strong>of</strong> joy, confusion,<br />
bewilderment, and some scream because it has been so long since they have had the freedom to do<br />
so. There are fires all around, and you see body parts flying through the air.<br />
At dawn, you and the other survivors are organized by your nationality. This mostly<br />
consists <strong>of</strong> Yugoslavians, British, French, and Americans. You and the other Americans are put into<br />
a box car and shipped to Limburg.<br />
You are still only 19. You are filthy, grossly underweight, sick, yet exhilarated beyond<br />
belief to be out <strong>of</strong> confinement. The conditions in Limberg are so different from home. There are<br />
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over 500 men sleeping on the dirty floors, no water, and not a single care package is ever sent,<br />
although before going to war, you were promised to have them daily. As though all this were not<br />
enough, you come down with diphtheria, and, as the camp is evacuated, you are left with 12 other<br />
prisoners. The next day, the Ninth Armor Division greets you with utter disbelief at your condition.<br />
After many months in the hospital you are given a leave. After experiencing more trauma<br />
than anyone should have to endure, you finally arrive at the train station, longing for the secure<br />
arms <strong>of</strong> your mother. You smile at her and almost collapse as she walks right by you, unable to<br />
recognize you due to your condition....<br />
Pain does not end just because the war did. Everyday is a reminder <strong>of</strong> being a 19-year-old<br />
prisoner <strong>of</strong> war. After seeing such an evil side <strong>of</strong> man, it is amazing that you even find a way to<br />
greet each day.<br />
This is the story <strong>of</strong> my grandfather, Arthur Rubenstein. It was once said that “It takes twenty<br />
years or more <strong>of</strong> peace to make a man; it takes only twenty seconds <strong>of</strong> war to destroy him.” This<br />
war is a story my Grandfather kept silent about for many years, and as amazing as it is to hear what<br />
happened, it is just as much an honor to hear him be able and willing to tell it. The soldiers and<br />
victims <strong>of</strong> World War II should never be forgotten, for the price <strong>of</strong> freedom should never be as great<br />
as it was.<br />
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An Explanatory, Exploratory, or Persuasive Essay<br />
Generally speaking, essays in this category should be focused, informative treatments <strong>of</strong><br />
specific subjects. This essay should examine multiple points <strong>of</strong> view and show strong<br />
evidence <strong>of</strong> critical thinking, awareness <strong>of</strong> audience, and attention to social context. If<br />
secondary sources are used, they must be documented correctly. This explanatory,<br />
exploratory, or persuasive essay should have a title.<br />
This essay provides the author with a wide variety <strong>of</strong> choices, ranging from explorations <strong>of</strong><br />
historical or political subjects to explanations <strong>of</strong> scientific processes to editorials or commentaries<br />
about controversial topics, and it can also be a difficult piece to select because there are so many<br />
options. The most successful pieces in this category are focused discussions <strong>of</strong> specific topics. If<br />
the essay is meant to explore a subject fully, it will probably include carefully selected supporting<br />
information. If the essay is meant to persuade, it should include appropriate support and discussion<br />
and not rely on opinion alone.<br />
Abby Olexa, in “Sacrificing All to Save a Few,” skillfully incorporates multiple<br />
sources to thoroughly examine both sides <strong>of</strong> the school voucher issue. In her essay, “The Heart <strong>of</strong><br />
the Problem,” Bethany Pierce explores the subject <strong>of</strong> school violence. Through her use <strong>of</strong> both<br />
strong personal opinion and outside sources, Pierce examines the school reforms underway and<br />
suggests an alternative course <strong>of</strong> action. Kristin Price’s essay, “Art Department—More than Just<br />
Pretty Pictures,” is an editorial examining the involvement <strong>of</strong> an art department in a high school<br />
community. Price outlines the history and contributions <strong>of</strong> the art department to persuade her reader<br />
that the department plays a vital role at the school. And, in her essay, “Blaming Irresponsibility,”<br />
Stephanie Wood provides important details to persuade her reader that Firestone tires should take<br />
responsibility for recent problems.<br />
For more examples <strong>of</strong> the explanatory, exploratory, persuasive essay, see the<br />
Complete <strong>Portfolios</strong> in this collection.<br />
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An Explanatory, Exploratory, or Persuasive Essay—Abby Olexa<br />
Sacrificing All to Save a Few<br />
Imagine burning nine bridges to save one, or weeding out nine flowers to allow one to<br />
bloom. School vouchers, the tuition subsidies that allow students to attend private schools, aim to<br />
do just that by placing a chosen 10 percent <strong>of</strong> America’s schoolchildren in private schools while<br />
leaving the other 90 percent, and America’s public school system in general, behind. Government<br />
agencies should not fund school vouchers to assist students with private school tuition.<br />
School vouchers are an unconstitutional action <strong>of</strong> the government. They conflict with the<br />
First Amendment’s Establishment Clause, which states that “Congress shall make no law respecting<br />
an establishment <strong>of</strong> religion.” According to Kathy Koch in the CQ Researcher, 77.1 percent <strong>of</strong><br />
private schools are religious, and Americans United for Separation <strong>of</strong> Church and State reports that<br />
85 percent <strong>of</strong> private school students are enrolled in these sectarian schools. School vouchers, paid<br />
for by taxpayer money, would invariably further the religious missions <strong>of</strong> the parochial schools and<br />
therefore violate the separation <strong>of</strong> church and state.<br />
The American public, who would fund such vouchers, has consistently been against<br />
attempts to put voucher systems in place. Jessica Sandham <strong>of</strong> Education Week on the Web reports<br />
that in the November 2000 general elections, voters rejected two voucher initiatives. California’s<br />
Proposition 39 failed 70.7 percent to 29.3 percent, and Michigan’s Proposal 1 was defeated 69<br />
percent to 31 percent. National Education Association (NEA) President Bob Chase states in the<br />
USA Today that a recent Gallup Poll showed that three fourths <strong>of</strong> Americans would rather see<br />
policymakers invest in improving existing public schools than subsidize tuition to private schools<br />
for a few students.<br />
Another problem with vouchers is that private schools cannot be held accountable. They do<br />
not have to comply with open meetings and records laws; follow a prescribed curriculum;<br />
administer and release the results <strong>of</strong> statewide standardized tests; or even hire certified teachers. In<br />
fact, the NEA Today reports that only 71 percent <strong>of</strong> private school teachers are licensed, compared<br />
to 97 percent <strong>of</strong> teachers in public schools. America’s only two publicly-funded school voucher<br />
programs, located in Milwaukee and Cleveland, have both run into problems with private school<br />
accountability. People for the American Way (PFAW) reports that a recent state audit found that in<br />
Milwaukee, 10 percent <strong>of</strong> the voucher schools had no accreditation, were not seeking accreditation,<br />
and administered no standardized tests. Since 1996, six Milwaukee voucher schools have closed,<br />
and top <strong>of</strong>ficials at two schools have been indicted for criminal fraud. PFAW also reports that five<br />
Cleveland schools had serious fire code violations, health hazards, inadequate curricula, and<br />
unqualified teachers. As <strong>of</strong> December 1999, three <strong>of</strong> the five <strong>of</strong>fending schools remain in the<br />
voucher program. Are these the schools we want our children to attend and our tax dollars to fund?<br />
Voucher schools also drain public schools’ money and can be fiscally irresponsible with the<br />
funds that they receive. The NEA Today states that the Cleveland program went 41 percent over<br />
budget in its second year, including spending $1.5 million on taxes for voucher students. This<br />
shortfall was covered with funds earmarked for public schools. PFAW states that Ohio spends more<br />
money per pupil on voucher students than it does on its 1.6 million public school students, and since<br />
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1991 it has spent more money on private schools ($1.1 billion) than it has to refurbish its public<br />
schools ($1 billion). Furthermore, by the end <strong>of</strong> the 1999-2000 school year, Milwaukee’s program<br />
will have spent almost $100 billion in taxpayer funds for private school tuition.<br />
Taxpayers’ money would be better spent improving public schools than on private schools.<br />
In the CQ Researcher, Kathy Koch writes that state-commissioned evaluations <strong>of</strong> the Milwaukee<br />
and Cleveland voucher programs found no appreciable academic gains in the participating students.<br />
Effective programs have been developed that could be implemented in the public schools and<br />
provide more results from a greater number <strong>of</strong> students for less money. In Milwaukee, one such<br />
program is SAGE (Student Achievement Guarantee in Education). This program, which r<strong>edu</strong>ces<br />
class sizes, saw its participating students keep pace with voucher students in math and actually<br />
outpace them in reading. The NEA reports that “Success for All,” an intensive reading program<br />
developed by Johns Hopkins University, has a ten-year record <strong>of</strong> boosting student achievement,<br />
especially for disadvantaged youngsters. This program could be implemented in all 113 <strong>of</strong><br />
Milwaukee’s elementary schools at a cost <strong>of</strong> $7.9 million and still have $21 million left over from<br />
what the city’s voucher program costs. Cleveland could also use “Success for All” in its 80<br />
elementary schools for $5.6 million and have $3 million left over.<br />
The school voucher system may very well end up hurting the very students it intends to<br />
help, leaving behind poorer and disadvantaged students. The Anti-Defamation League reports that<br />
private school tuition can be as high as $10,000, and vouchers, typically providing students between<br />
$2,500 and $5,000, would only cover part <strong>of</strong> that cost. Poor students would most likely not be able<br />
to make up the cost difference and would therefore not benefit from the vouchers. Providing<br />
vouchers could also encourage elite private schools to raise tuition, increasing the burden on lowincome<br />
families. Another problem faced by the poor is the proximity <strong>of</strong> these schools. Few private<br />
schools are located in inner cities and other economically depressed areas. Many private schools<br />
tend to “skim” the best students out <strong>of</strong> public schools, rejecting those with disabilities, serious<br />
<strong>edu</strong>cational deficits, and behavioral problems, and leaving those students behind in public schools<br />
already losing money to the voucher programs. The NEA Today reports that 75 percent <strong>of</strong> private<br />
schools have no special <strong>edu</strong>cation programs. A 1998 U.S. Department <strong>of</strong> Education report found<br />
that 46 percent <strong>of</strong> private schools would not accept vouchers if they had to accept students<br />
randomly, and 68 percent would not accept school vouchers if they had to accept special-needs<br />
students.<br />
Voucher proponents claim that vouchers would create healthy competition between public<br />
and private schools, but public and private schools are not on a level playing field. Private schools<br />
typically cater to the economically elite, while public schools must accept any and all students.<br />
Furthermore, decreased funding could force public schools to slash salaries, r<strong>edu</strong>ce faculty, and<br />
make other cuts in funding. This would cause decreased teacher quality and larger classes. Finally,<br />
when the future <strong>of</strong> America is on the line, there is no room for winners and losers in <strong>edu</strong>cation; we<br />
all must work together to allow all to succeed.<br />
School voucher supporters argue that a favorable effect <strong>of</strong> vouchers will be that they will<br />
make public schools less crowded, allowing the schools to save money. PFAW states that in<br />
Milwaukee, the school districts lost only an average <strong>of</strong> twelve students per school; such a small<br />
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decrease will not allow the schools to save money on fixed costs like building maintenance, staff<br />
salaries, school supplies, or administration.<br />
Voucher backers also say that America’s <strong>edu</strong>cational system is in bad shape. However,<br />
according to Bob Chase’s USA Today article, American students’ SAT and ACT scores are the<br />
highest in a decade. Students are taking more advanced math and science courses and more<br />
advanced placement classes than ever before. America’s high school graduation rates and college<br />
attendance rates are the highest in history and the highest in the world. America’s <strong>edu</strong>cational<br />
system is serving our youth and serving them well.<br />
Advocates insist that vouchers will ensure “parental choice” in <strong>edu</strong>cation. However, private<br />
school administrators have the final decision about who to accept into the private schools. In his<br />
USA Today article, Bob Chase states that it may be difficult for parents to find private schools<br />
willing to accept their children’s vouchers. In Florida, 93 percent <strong>of</strong> private schools refused to<br />
participate in voucher programs.<br />
Taxpayers have indicated that they do not want their money taken away from the public<br />
schools to send a small number <strong>of</strong> students to private schools which may be unsafe, have<br />
unqualified teachers, and go over budget. Taxes would be better spent on smaller class sizes and<br />
reading programs that will use the money more effectively to help all public school students. By<br />
saying no to vouchers, we are saying that every child deserves the best possible <strong>edu</strong>cation that<br />
America can provide.<br />
Works Cited<br />
Achilles, Charles and Alex Molnar. “Voucher and Class-Size Research.” Education Week on the<br />
Web Online. 25 Oct. 2000. Yahoo. 13 Nov. 2000.<br />
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Chase, Bob. “Vouchers Offer Parents False Hope.” USA Today Online. 29 Sept. 2000. Yahoo.<br />
11 Nov. 2000. .<br />
“Don’t Believe the Hype! Countering the Myths About Vouchers.” NEA Today Online. Nov.<br />
1999. Yahoo. 14 Nov. 2000. .<br />
“The Facts About Vouchers.” People for the American Way Online. Apr. 2000. Yahoo. 14 Nov.<br />
2000. .<br />
Kemerer, Frank R. and Stephen D. Sugarman. School Choice and Social Controversy.<br />
Washington, D.C.: Brookings Institution P, 1999.<br />
Koch, Kathy. “School Vouchers.” CQ Researcher 9 Apr. 1999: 281-304.<br />
“Private School Vouchers.” National Education Association Online. Jan. 1999. Yahoo. 14 Nov.<br />
2000. .<br />
“Private School Vouchers: Myth vs. Fact.” Americans United for Separation <strong>of</strong> Church and State<br />
Online. 1999. Yahoo. 11 Nov. 2000. .<br />
Sandham, Jessica. “Voters Deliver Verdict on Host <strong>of</strong> State Ballot Questions.” Education Week<br />
on the Web Online. 8 Nov. 2000. Yahoo. 13 Nov. 2000.<br />
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“School Vouchers.” Issues and Controversies on File. 21 May 1999: 201-209.<br />
“Vouchers Are Constitutionally Suspect.” Anti-Defamation League Online. 1999. Yahoo. 12 Nov.<br />
2000. .<br />
“Vouchers Are Not Universally Popular.” Anti-Defamation League Online. 1999. Yahoo. 12 Nov.<br />
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“Vouchers Undermine Public Schools.” Anti-Defamation League Online. 1999. Yahoo. 12 Nov.<br />
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Wildavsky, Ben. “Vouchers Lose in Court.” U.S. News Online Online. 27 Mar. 2000. Yahoo. 12<br />
Nov. 2000. .<br />
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An Explanatory, Exploratory, or Persuasive Essay—Bethany Pierce<br />
The Heart <strong>of</strong> the Problem<br />
“Guns don’t kill people, people kill people,” I have <strong>of</strong>ten heard. We know people kill<br />
people. The real issue now is whether or not people can change people. Some are <strong>of</strong> the<br />
opinion that we are capable <strong>of</strong> doing so; by implementing new reforms and tightening<br />
school security, people are, in effect, saying they have the solutions to the problems. The<br />
violence <strong>of</strong> recent school shootings has wrought anxiety and fear in parents, teachers, and<br />
administrators across the nation. The massacre <strong>of</strong> Columbine turned a public school<br />
library into a cemetery. The shooting in Oklahoma ripped us from the comfort <strong>of</strong> a<br />
stereotypical and easily recognized threat; now popular straight-A students pull guns<br />
without black trench coats. The violence has become unpredictable and, in all cases,<br />
extremely frightening. In response to the threat, schools have engaged in extensive<br />
prevention programs, <strong>of</strong>ten banning book-bags, implementing dress codes, setting up<br />
metal detectors, or requiring students to attend anger management classes. Such attempts<br />
at reform sound efficient on paper and may to some extent alleviate the anxieties <strong>of</strong><br />
parents, but they are like storming castle walls with slingshots. The object <strong>of</strong> reform in<br />
this case is not tangible or always plausible. The object <strong>of</strong> reform is the human heart, the<br />
internal person. We need to understand that the problem is bigger than a trench coat or a<br />
gun; therefore, dress codes or metal detectors cannot solve it. These reforms are <strong>of</strong>ten<br />
vain attempts at prevention. They hinder <strong>edu</strong>cation and provoke students. Policy makers<br />
and schools need to be aware that no simple public mandate can suffice as a solution.<br />
In response to the massacres, school security has become an increasing source <strong>of</strong> debate as<br />
the prospect <strong>of</strong> metal detectors and police patrols and students IDs have become prevalent. In the<br />
Greater Cincinnati area, schools have “tightened discipline codes, locked school doors...and<br />
adopted dress codes barring book-bags, coats, and other clothing...” (Mathis A3). Many people<br />
believe that tightened security will not only prevent guns and weapons from invading school<br />
premises but will discourage potential <strong>of</strong>fenders from dangerous attempts. Such extravagant<br />
measures, while encompassing a broad range <strong>of</strong> potential violence, will still leave open many<br />
opportunities for disaster. The beep <strong>of</strong> a metal detector is not enough to alter a person’s intent; the<br />
absence <strong>of</strong> a book-bag does not close all avenues to a plotting mind. “We still have accomplished<br />
nothing if more metal detectors and security guards give us more Jonesboros, where kids pull a fire<br />
alarm to shoot their classmates as they’re exiting the building,” said Sandford A. Newman,<br />
president <strong>of</strong> Fight Crime (Mathis A3). We are locking doors while windows stands gaping open.<br />
Keeping guns <strong>of</strong>f school property is not enough, for “people kill people.”<br />
Some advocate school dress codes, believing that uniform clothing will decrease student<br />
rivalry, eliminate unnecessary distraction, and minimize peer differences. The differences,<br />
however, remain. Uniform attire will not make anyone less skinny, heavy, pimpled, or attractive<br />
than they already are. Just as the body is not transformed by outward attire, the heart is not<br />
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transformed by external improvements. It is foolish to presume that such external measures will<br />
result in such internal transformations.<br />
We have been attempting to minimize the enormity <strong>of</strong> the crisis into a package we can<br />
analyze and handle, into something manageable. It is too painful and terrifying to admit that the<br />
problem is too large for us. The tragedies <strong>of</strong> Paducah, Columbine, and Oklahoma began in the<br />
minds and hearts <strong>of</strong> students, and we are ill fit to fully understand and comprehend the intricacies<br />
<strong>of</strong> their experiences and psychological makeup. “People are looking for someone to come and say,<br />
‘This is why it happened,’“ said Frank DeAngelis, principal <strong>of</strong> Columbine High School. “...I think<br />
the reason people feel so afraid is the threat that it can happen again. That’s why people are so<br />
frustrated. I’m frustrated. There is not a day that goes by when I don’t think, ‘Why did they do<br />
it?’” (Miller 75). We cannot dictate or predict the thoughts <strong>of</strong> those around us. Emily Dickinson<br />
once wrote, “The Brain—is wider than the sky—”.<br />
We cannot implement a reform that will change human nature. There is no dress code that<br />
will bring self-esteem to the outcast or humble the popular. There is no metal detector that can<br />
sufficiently alert a student population to an angry and violent peer. The problem this nation faces<br />
is that <strong>of</strong> hurting hearts and minds. To present a concrete solution one must have a concrete<br />
problem, but this problem is complicated and its factors at times inexplicable. Its enormity resides<br />
in human emotion, its source as large as the capacity <strong>of</strong> the human mind. It is, therefore, as<br />
Dickinson aptly put: “wider than the sky.”<br />
Works Cited<br />
Mathis, Deborah. “Schools Fail at Stopping Violence.” The Cincinnati Enquirer 7 December 1999,<br />
Final ed./Warren: A3.<br />
Miller, Mark. “The Haunting Memories.” Newsweek 13 December 1999, Final ed./Warren: 75.<br />
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An Explanatory, Exploratory, or Persuasive Essay—Kristen Price<br />
Art Department—More than Just Pretty Pictures<br />
Walking down the halls <strong>of</strong> the school, students are never at a loss for something to look at.<br />
The walls <strong>of</strong> the school are constantly plastered with posters and fliers. More importantly, though,<br />
there are the products <strong>of</strong> the school’s art department. The paintings, drawings, sketches and<br />
photographs turn bland walls into something to be admired and awed by everyone. And none <strong>of</strong><br />
these would be possible without the art department.<br />
The pictures on the wall are not the only things that the department <strong>of</strong>fers the school though.<br />
It provides student artists with a chance to enhance their talents. It provides the artists with training<br />
in various media including acrylic paints, chalk pastels, clay, photography, and much, much more.<br />
Through their artwork, the students can develop an extension <strong>of</strong> their voice and express themselves<br />
visually. The art department also displays student artwork throughout the building for the faculty<br />
and the community so that everyone recognizes the efforts and skills <strong>of</strong> the students.<br />
Unfortunately, undue negative light has been shed on the department within the past month.<br />
It is unfortunate to think that all <strong>of</strong> the accomplishments <strong>of</strong> the student artists and the teachers could<br />
be so quickly forgotten because <strong>of</strong> fifteen controversial drawings in the hallway. For fifteen years,<br />
the art teachers have displayed the nude torso drawings in the hallways with no complaints from<br />
the community, but after a single complaint from a board member this year, the principal demanded<br />
that the art teachers remove the drawings from the wall. Suddenly, the art department acquired a<br />
bad name simply because one person thought that drawings <strong>of</strong> nude statues were inappropriate.<br />
How is it possible that with one comment from one person, people forget how <strong>of</strong>ten the art<br />
department has gone above and beyond the call <strong>of</strong> duty to help the school?<br />
The department benefits more than just its own students. It affects the entire student body<br />
and the community itself. Several major projects have been sponsored and carried out by the<br />
department. One <strong>of</strong> those projects was a traveling exhibit celebrating cultural diversity. This<br />
project was done in conjunction with Parson’s School <strong>of</strong> Design in New York.<br />
The department also participated in the Violence Project. For this, students created visual<br />
artwork and wrote essays and poems dealing with violence in American culture. This project was<br />
done in conjunction with the group called Parents <strong>of</strong> Murdered Children.<br />
They also created life size body casts memorializing victims <strong>of</strong> violence and community<br />
heroes. Subjects <strong>of</strong> the casts included the students <strong>of</strong> Columbine and the slain Cincinnati police<br />
<strong>of</strong>ficers Pope and Jeeters. These casts were then sent to memorial sites in the cities where the<br />
violence took place. (Several casts were sent to Columbine High School itself.) Time and time<br />
again, student artists have used their artwork to speak out against violence and take a stand in the<br />
community. They pride themselves in being heard and making a difference.<br />
By far, though, the most important project that the art department sponsors and participates<br />
in is the Day Without Art campaign, an AIDS awareness project that the school participated in<br />
during the beginning <strong>of</strong> the school year. Day Without Art was taken on by the high school eight<br />
years ago, after several <strong>of</strong> the teachers from the art department attended the city’s first observance<br />
at the downtown Contemporary Arts Center. Feeling that their students needed to be <strong>edu</strong>cated<br />
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about AIDS, they decided to implement their own version <strong>of</strong> Day Without Art within the<br />
department. A year later they implemented it as a school-wide movement. The teachers and<br />
students removed all <strong>of</strong> the artwork that normally hangs in the hallways. They also asked students<br />
to dress completely in black on December first (National AIDS Awareness Day), and they passed<br />
out red ribbons, the symbol <strong>of</strong> AIDS awareness, to all <strong>of</strong> the students in the school.<br />
Through the years, the Day Without Art program has grown both internationally and at the<br />
school. The art department has contacted AVOC (an AIDS volunteer organization) and FACE (For<br />
AIDS Children Everywhere) and teamed up with them to help in the campaign to fight AIDS. The<br />
organizations were invited by the art teachers to come to the school and pass out information and<br />
answer student questions. “This year I think we had our largest number <strong>of</strong> faculty and students<br />
participate,” commented the head <strong>of</strong> the art department. “I had to continually restock the ribbons<br />
and pins as students joined the observance...but the thing that shows me that we’ve made people<br />
aware is when I see a red ribbon on a purse or a book bag three months later. It’s not just about<br />
December first; it’s about awareness.”<br />
Even after having done so much, the art department still has more plans. This spring, the<br />
Art 4 classes will create a second ceramic tile mosaic, similar to one on the wall across from the<br />
media center. Last year’s mosaic theme was “We’ve Got the Whole World In Our Hands,” to<br />
encourage students to realize their ability to impact the world. This year, the mosaic will be located<br />
in the main lobby, and it will be called “Bridge <strong>of</strong> Dreams.” It is meant to encourage students to<br />
follow and realize their dreams and personal potentials.<br />
The art department is more than just paint and clay. It is an active and involved part <strong>of</strong> our<br />
school and our community. Although, <strong>of</strong>ten times people do not realize the importance <strong>of</strong> the<br />
department, it should nonetheless be admired and respected by everyone in the community, rather<br />
than be criticized for being “inappropriate” because it displays student artwork in the hallway.<br />
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An Explanatory, Exploratory, or Persuasive Essay—Stephanie Wood<br />
Blaming Irresponsibility<br />
“It was extremely difficult to control the truck at the time, and I had both my wife (two<br />
months pregnant) and my 16-month-old daughter screaming and crying in a panic...My wife has<br />
developed a fear <strong>of</strong> the only vehicle we have, understandably so. She fears other tires may also be<br />
defective and that we may be in danger” (Nathan). Much like the 4,300 similar complaints the<br />
National Highway Traffic Safety Administration (NHTSA) has received, this Firestone tire<br />
consumer warned the agency <strong>of</strong> the faulty product and asked it to take action. Imagine a similar<br />
problem happening to you. While leisurely traveling down the highway, your SUV is suddenly<br />
thrown to the pavement. The tire tread on your left rear tire separates from the steel belt, and your<br />
vehicle can not overcome its speed <strong>of</strong> 65-mph, and crashes uncontrollably. The SUV rolls over,<br />
killing your family. Even though you complain, the NHTSA does nothing about the problem, and<br />
you hear about other similar accidents.<br />
On August 9, 2000, Bridgestone/Firestone, an international tire manufacturer, issued a recall<br />
<strong>of</strong> all its ATX, ATX II, and Wilderness AT tires. To date, the company has replaced 6.5 million tires<br />
(“Firestone death...”). Ford had contracted with Firestone to supply tires for all the SUV’s it<br />
produced. Together Firestone and Ford investigated the problems with the recalled tires. Despite<br />
much bickering between the two companies, the tires failed due to flaws in Firestone’s<br />
manufacturing and production.<br />
The NHTSA has reported a total <strong>of</strong> 148 deaths and 525 injuries involving tread separations,<br />
blowouts, and other problems with Firestone tires. The Middle East has reported at least seven<br />
deaths and Venezuela has reported forty-six due to the same kind <strong>of</strong> problem (“Firestone death...”).<br />
From both foreign countries and the United States, complaints state that the tires lose their casings<br />
when traveling at high speeds. The tire maker claimed it knew nothing <strong>of</strong> the tread problems until<br />
late July, yet consumers have warned the company since the mid 1990’s (Nathan). It also stated<br />
that the complaints it finally received did not raise any “red flags” because in relative terms, few<br />
tires had failed; less than one in every 10,000 <strong>of</strong> the 47 million ATX, ATX II, and Wilderness AT<br />
tires produced since 1991 have failed (Nathan). Most <strong>of</strong> the recalled tires came from the Decatur,<br />
Illinois plant, the main concentration <strong>of</strong> the investigation. The company claimed that a workers’<br />
strike at that plant in the nineties, when replacement workers made the product, caused most <strong>of</strong> the<br />
problems.<br />
Most automobile consumers do not realize that the supplier warranties original tires on a<br />
brand new vehicle, rather than the car company. When problems exist with original tires, the<br />
supplier should take the blame. The biggest flaw in Firestone’s manufacturing came from its push<br />
for production; Firestone <strong>of</strong>ten pressured workers to make the largest amount <strong>of</strong> tires possible. Alan<br />
Hogan, a former employee at the Firestone plant in Wilson, North Carolina, explained to the Akron<br />
Beacon Journal that he had witnessed this with his own eyes. Hogan saw the use <strong>of</strong> “dry stock,” a<br />
combination <strong>of</strong> no longer tacky steel belts and rubber. Workers placed it in a storage area called<br />
the “bank” and then used it in production. Particularly after a shutdown, supervisors would<br />
pressure the workers to try and make the “dry stock” sticky again by swabbing the tires with a<br />
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enzene compound. This compound could be found <strong>of</strong>ten at an arm’s length away from the workers<br />
since they used it so much (Meyer). By using this compound and making the “dry stock” tacky<br />
again, the workers could reuse the rubber and make more tires. Jan Wagner, who worked at the<br />
Decatur plant, said that the company also pressured workers to repair sidewall blisters by punching<br />
holes in the tire with an awl. Instead <strong>of</strong> throwing out the bad tire and making a new one, workers<br />
used this technique to speed up the process. The workers placed these so-called “green tires” on<br />
the floor to make room for more tires. The rubber, usually not dry yet, picked up dirt and other<br />
foreign matter from the floor (“Firestone CEO…”).<br />
Firestone also had a tendency to use bad rubber in production, trying to make a large amount<br />
<strong>of</strong> tires. Bad rubber, which had barely passed inspection, was <strong>of</strong>ten mixed with good rubber then<br />
used to make new tires (“Firestone CEO…”). Hogan also saw oil, water, cigarette butts, finger<br />
tape, chunks <strong>of</strong> hardened rubber, and metal or wood shavings mixed with the tire stock (Meyer).<br />
Lonnie Bart held many positions in the Decatur plant and confessed that steel belt material should<br />
stay in a climate-controlled room. Corrosion and rust, which make it hard for rubber to adhere to<br />
steel, also would be avoided with the use <strong>of</strong> a controlled room. The supply <strong>of</strong> rubber <strong>of</strong>ten stayed<br />
in other areas for up to thirty minutes. The company, although knowing it should throw out that<br />
material, <strong>of</strong>ten reprocessed it to remove rust and put it back into the storage area instead (“Firestone<br />
CEO…”).<br />
Besides the controversy with Firestone production flaws, another factor that contributed to<br />
the faulty tires came from the size <strong>of</strong> the Decatur plant. The total size <strong>of</strong> the massive plant, 800,000<br />
square feet, created a major problem with storage and working space within the company. The<br />
company set up plastic tents over machines to protect them from leaking ro<strong>of</strong>s. Moisture causes<br />
corrosion <strong>of</strong> the steel belts that, in turn, cause belt separations; thus, those leaks became a critical<br />
factor in failures (Meyer).<br />
The workers, as well as their supervisors, knew about the obvious problems. Management<br />
at the Firestone plants knew <strong>of</strong> the “dry stock” and crowded working conditions. Hogan once<br />
rejected a load <strong>of</strong> dry stock adding with it a note that said, “‘If you get this roll <strong>of</strong> steel, I’ve rejected<br />
it,’” then signed and dated it. The next day the roll came back to him for inspection with a message<br />
from another tire builder that said, “‘ Hey Alan, I got that message you left on that rejected roll <strong>of</strong><br />
steel.’” That roll had been sent to the stock room, re-ticketed as acceptable material and then sent<br />
back into the plant for production (Meyer). Plant supervisors had access to information concerning<br />
rejected material, the number <strong>of</strong> bad tires, and also the machines that were not functioning properly.<br />
A company computer called the Intermac, as well as a continuously rolling video monitor showed<br />
shutdown machines along with the areas in the plant that had problems with material such as “dry<br />
stock” (Meyer). Obviously, the company chose to ignore these problems.<br />
The tire industry has made great strides since the 1970’s. Tires last longer and are less<br />
puncture prone and contribute to better fuel economy and a greater grip on roads. However, the<br />
public doesn’t understand how important they are to vehicle safety and performance (Ulrich). The<br />
bigger demand for automobiles has created a greater demand for tires also. As the market grows,<br />
so does the push for production. Flaws in the Bridgestone/Firestone’s manufacturing and<br />
production process caused the defects the recalled ATX, ATX II and Wilderness AT tires. Pressure<br />
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to make a greater quantity <strong>of</strong> tires, laziness with production quality, and lack <strong>of</strong> strong management<br />
all contributed to the flaws in Firestone tires. The recall has affected millions <strong>of</strong> consumers, not<br />
only through accidents, deaths and injuries, but also from a rise in prices and a decreased trust in<br />
the company. Firestone needs to take responsibility for its defective tires and fix its problems for<br />
the future to regain the trust <strong>of</strong> present and future customers.<br />
Works Cited<br />
“Firestone CEO, former workers answer questions in tire lawsuits.” 27 October 2000<br />
.<br />
“Firestone death toll continues to climb.” Akron Beacon Journal 7 November 2000<br />
.<br />
Meyer, Ed. “Firestone whistle-blower gains enemies.” Akron Beacon Journal 3 December 2000<br />
.<br />
Nathan, Sara. “Drivers complained <strong>of</strong> tread problems years before recall.” USAToday.com 15<br />
November 2000, Final ed., Cover story. .<br />
Ulrich, Lawrence. “Failures <strong>of</strong> tires may stay unsolved.” Akron Beacon Journal 1 October 2000<br />
.<br />
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RESPONSE TO A TEXT<br />
This essay should respond to a written text (short story, novel, poem, play, or essay) or a<br />
cultural text (film, music, or visual art) produced by pr<strong>of</strong>essionals, classmates, or yourself.<br />
The response should interpret or evaluate all or part <strong>of</strong> a text. Possible approaches<br />
include analyzing textual elements, explaining the text’s significance, comparing the text<br />
to other texts, relating the text to personal experience and /or connecting it to larger<br />
social or cultural contexts. Use support from the text to develop ideas and strengthen the<br />
focus without overshadowing your own response or giving extensive summaries. If<br />
secondary sources are used, they must be documented correctly. (If the print text is not<br />
common, a copy <strong>of</strong> it should be included with your portfolio.) This response to a text<br />
should have a title.<br />
While the general category <strong>of</strong> “Response to a Text” might conjure the image <strong>of</strong> a<br />
straightforward, AP-style essay that focuses on a key theme <strong>of</strong> a novel or poem, there are as many<br />
ways to write textual responses as there are texts. Although all the essays included in this section<br />
are fairly conventional, they demonstrate the range <strong>of</strong> possibilities within the traditional format.<br />
The first two essays provide examples <strong>of</strong> the kind <strong>of</strong> close reading and critical thinking portfolio<br />
readers look for. Jessica Keel’s “Religion: Myth and Mistake in Native Son” provides moments <strong>of</strong><br />
dazzling close reading <strong>of</strong> Wright’s novel, while demonstrating the connection between the novel’s<br />
themes and Wright’s politics. Moving from a unique introduction, Jessica pays close attention to<br />
both local and global context and organization—she pulls out enough significant details to support<br />
her claims but doesn’t allow them to overwhelm her analysis, and she is constantly aware <strong>of</strong> the<br />
overarching connection she makes between Wright’s politics and writing. Brian Klosterman’s<br />
“Woman: Doll, Child, Slave” places Henrik Ibsen’s ADoll’s House in historical context—a crucial<br />
move for a comprehensive understanding <strong>of</strong> the drama. In analyzing the dialogue <strong>of</strong> the play, Brian<br />
creates a sense <strong>of</strong> dialogue between the character <strong>of</strong> Nora and the nineteenth-century society that<br />
produced her.<br />
Stephanie Wood’s “S<strong>of</strong>tly Spoken Strength” is a sustained character analysis <strong>of</strong> Janie in<br />
Zora Neale Hurston’s Their Eyes Were Watching God. Stephanie makes effective use <strong>of</strong> quotes to<br />
illustrate her points, and demonstrates a clear sense <strong>of</strong> control in her writing. In “Discovering<br />
Truth,” Reynold Toepfer surprises his readers by juxtaposing two vastly different texts in order to<br />
argue for their similarity <strong>of</strong> theme. Most impressive about Reynold’s work is the way he zooms in<br />
on a few key moments in Anton Chekhov’s The Cherry Orchard and Sophocles’ Oedipus Rex—<br />
each complicated enough to sustain papers <strong>of</strong> their own—to support his argument.<br />
Be sure to look at the Complete <strong>Portfolios</strong> for more examples <strong>of</strong> a response to a text.<br />
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Response to a Text—Jessica Keel<br />
Religion: Myth and Mistake in Native Son<br />
If the United States were to adopt a Communist government, it would be a better country.<br />
If Americans were to dispose <strong>of</strong> religion, they would be content people. If Richard Wright were to<br />
complete an assignment regarding the context <strong>of</strong> his novel, Native Son, the aforementioned<br />
arguments would be his focus. Wright, like all Marxists, believes that religion is “the opiate <strong>of</strong> the<br />
masses,” providing a surreal dream world with negative side effects. The representation <strong>of</strong><br />
organized religion in Native Son supports Wright’s highly atheistic, Communistic views and his<br />
aspirations for the United States. By negatively using conventional religious symbols, such as the<br />
cross, prayer, God, colors, and numbers; and subtly mocking religious characters and organized<br />
religion, Wright emphasizes the wrongs <strong>of</strong> organized religion and the rights <strong>of</strong> atheism and<br />
Communism.<br />
The symbol <strong>of</strong> the cross appears frequently throughout Native Son in order to stress the<br />
faults <strong>of</strong> organized religion and to promote the societal problems caused by capitalism. While the<br />
police transport Bigger to the prison from the Dalton household, a “flaming cross” (390) looms on<br />
a nearby hill, representing not only the hatred the Ku Klux Klan feels for Bigger, but also the<br />
animosity that all Christians in the community feel towards him. Religion brings Bigger no<br />
comfort: “[He has] a cross <strong>of</strong> salvation round his throat and they [are] burning one to tell him that<br />
they hate him” (391). At a time when Bigger turns to the symbol <strong>of</strong> salvation as he has been taught<br />
to do, the religious in his community use that same crucifix to damn him. Bigger, therefore, desires<br />
to “tear the cross from his throat and throw it away” (391) so that he may abandon the religion that<br />
has abandoned him, the very same religion that would have taught him that aiding the intoxicated<br />
Mary Dalton in the first place was the moral thing to do.<br />
Although Bigger’s character refutes the concept <strong>of</strong> religion, Wright compares him to a<br />
struggling Jesus Christ throughout the novel; society is to learn from Bigger’s example that<br />
capitalism is the core evil <strong>of</strong> the country, just as Christians look to Christ to delineate between sin<br />
and salvation. Bigger’s interactions with the Daltons mirror those <strong>of</strong> Jesus throughout the Stations<br />
<strong>of</strong> the Cross. Bigger’s initial visit to the Dalton home foreshadows his death because the setting<br />
mimics that <strong>of</strong> the crucifixion; “all at once…the sky [turns] black” (48), as it does while Jesus hangs<br />
upon the cross on Good Friday. When Bigger first visits the Dalton home, he “slip[s] back” (51)<br />
into his chair, just as Jesus falls while carrying his cross to Mount Calvary; this scene represents the<br />
persecution in store for Bigger by those families who, like the Daltons, consider themselves<br />
religious. Even during the murder and burning <strong>of</strong> the body <strong>of</strong> Mary Dalton, Bigger’s actions<br />
parallel Christ’s. Similar to Christ’s struggle with the cross upon his back, Bigger “stoop[s] and<br />
ca[tches] the strap” <strong>of</strong> Mary’s trunk and “carrie[s] it downstairs” (103) with her body inside, and<br />
the murder <strong>of</strong> Mary becomes Bigger’s “cross,” upon which he is executed.<br />
Similarly, prayer reappears within Native Son in order to prove the unimportance <strong>of</strong> God<br />
and the ineffectiveness <strong>of</strong> belief. The rat remains dead although Bigger’s mother prays “Lord have<br />
mercy” (5) after Bigger murders it in their tenement. God does not heed Mrs. Thomas’s simple<br />
pleas for a dead rat, which foreshadows that any prayers for Bigger’s well-being are also to remain<br />
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unheeded. Mrs. Thomas later exhibits Wright’s belief that religious individuals are neither selfless<br />
nor giving when she prays before Bigger’s execution, asking “the Lord if [she] did everything [she]<br />
could for [him]” (345) instead <strong>of</strong> praying for Bigger’s soul. The preacher’s prayers invoke a<br />
negative, persecuted feeling within Bigger, causing him to realize that “[t]o those who want to kill<br />
him he [is] not human, not included in [the] picture <strong>of</strong> Creation” (328), which is the opposite <strong>of</strong> the<br />
comfort that is intended and provides the idea that religion is a form <strong>of</strong> self-persecution, where one<br />
devotes everything and receives nothing.<br />
Colors also serve as a vessel through which Wright displays his ideas regarding God.<br />
Primarily, the Virgin Mary’s colors, blue and white, appear together in situations that denounce the<br />
importance and existence <strong>of</strong> purity and holiness. The message “Use Speed Gasoline” (17), written<br />
upon the deep blue sky with white smoke, quickly disappears, which represents Wright’s belief that<br />
God is a false entity with an existence that is polluting and manmade, a figment <strong>of</strong> stability that<br />
someone created long ago to sell to the otherwise unstable. A “hazy blue light” shines within Mary<br />
Dalton’s bedroom, causing her “white bed,” “white teeth,” (96) and “white dial[ed] alarm clock”<br />
(101) to be the only objects visible as Bigger molests her. Despite the erratic faith <strong>of</strong> Mrs. Dalton,<br />
God neglects to protect her daughter from Bigger’s lustful desire for “sins <strong>of</strong> the flesh.” The use <strong>of</strong><br />
these colors within the bedroom <strong>of</strong> Mary Dalton also belittles the Blessed Virgin Mary. Her<br />
namesake, Mary Dalton, is clearly not innocent and pure <strong>of</strong> heart; she drinks alcohol, lies to her<br />
parents regarding her whereabouts and her relationship with a Communist, and partakes in acts <strong>of</strong><br />
fornication with Jan, her lover, while Bigger chauffeurs them around town.<br />
Another use <strong>of</strong> conventional religious symbols to highlight the evils <strong>of</strong> society is that <strong>of</strong><br />
reverent numbers. Bigger’s three friends, Jack, Gus, and G.H., represent the Holy Trinity because<br />
they cannot save him, just as neither the Father, Son, nor Holy Spirit can save him. Likewise, “three<br />
white men” (309) surround Bigger after his chase, who symbolize a persecuting Holy Trinity and a<br />
vengeful God that assaults rather than assists believers. The repetition <strong>of</strong> the number two compares<br />
Bigger’s situation to the Bible. Bigger, like his “savior,” Jesus Christ, is crucified between two<br />
men; he sits “between two white people” (79), Jan and Mary, in the diner, where he does not belong.<br />
The idea <strong>of</strong> the persecution <strong>of</strong> Bigger and Wright’s belief that the death <strong>of</strong> the supposed Christ does<br />
not redeem the souls <strong>of</strong> his followers is again portrayed when Bigger finds himself “mov[ing]<br />
consciously between two poles” (170), which represent the two pieces <strong>of</strong> timber fastened together<br />
to create Christ’s crucifix, alluding to the fact that Bigger is destined for martyrdom.<br />
An overwhelming lack <strong>of</strong> God within the lives <strong>of</strong> the characters in Native Son is also<br />
evident through their sacrilegious actions, which support Wright’s atheism. Bigger and his friends<br />
emphasize Wright’s atheistic views by laughing when Gus announces that “God’ll let [Bigger] fly<br />
when He gives [Bigger] his wings in heaven” (17), implying that Bigger will never receive wings<br />
because there is neither a God to provide them nor a heaven to which he will go. The pipe organ,<br />
which is normally associated with Church hymns, plays in the theater where Bigger and Jack spend<br />
their afternoon and represents Wright’s disbelief in God when its music “die[s] away” (32) and<br />
Bigger and Jack continue to masturbate, symbolizing the “sins <strong>of</strong> the flesh” and evils that exist in<br />
the world because people depend on a God who, like music, is intangible. Mrs. Dalton represents<br />
Wright’s perception <strong>of</strong> the utmost religious, as her form is draped in pure, white fabric throughout<br />
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the entire novel, but she remains blind to the problems <strong>of</strong> the world, just as Wright believes that<br />
religion blinds people from the real problems <strong>of</strong> society by consuming their attentions.<br />
One <strong>of</strong> Wright’s key points through his character portrayals enforces the idea that atheist<br />
Communists live better lives and possess better qualities than those who pr<strong>of</strong>ess to live religiously.<br />
The Daltons, a religious, respectable family, own a furnace that “hiss[es]” (143) steam. This<br />
suggests that the masses bury their dark secrets, like the furnace in the Dalton basement, and use<br />
religion as a cover. Mr. Dalton sees his donation <strong>of</strong> “a dozen Ping-Pong tables to the South Side<br />
Boys’ Club” (340) as a noble gesture because his mind is clouded by religion; in reality, the useless<br />
ping-pong tables provide Bigger with neither protection nor a means to keep himself from trouble.<br />
While Bigger is hunted for his crime, it becomes evident that those who claim to be religious are<br />
not really religious at all; it is the churchgoers that want to slaughter Bigger for his actions, which<br />
is a form <strong>of</strong> revenge based on the Old Testament “eye for an eye” philosophy, and not on the dogma<br />
<strong>of</strong> “love thy neighbor.” Atheists like Jan side with Bigger, not because they condone his behavior,<br />
but because they respect human life; the religious, on the other hand, await the spilling <strong>of</strong> Bigger’s<br />
blood. Jan’s gift <strong>of</strong> cigarettes and the counsel <strong>of</strong> the atheist lawyer Max, whose name bears a<br />
striking similarity to that <strong>of</strong> Karl Marx, benefit Bigger more practically than the preacher’s gift <strong>of</strong><br />
a wooden cross. Because the gifts lack attachment to religion, the nicotine calms Bigger’s nerves<br />
while Max attempts to save his soul. “Th[e] black folks go to church every day <strong>of</strong> the week,” (293)<br />
but they remain destitute within the confines <strong>of</strong> the run-down Black Belt, asserting that their prayers<br />
remain unanswered and they remain unhappy because they focus too much on praising a<br />
nonexistent God and not enough time on practicing Communism.<br />
Wright’s portrayal <strong>of</strong> religion and his use <strong>of</strong> religious imagery throughout Native Son<br />
promote the major theme <strong>of</strong> Communist support throughout the novel because atheism stands<br />
synonymous with Communism. The atheistic Communists support the right to life and equality,<br />
and the religious capitalists persecute and abuse the poor in order to create a sound monetarilybased<br />
community. Yet, the capitalist government punishes Bigger contrarily to religious beliefs:<br />
although he comes before his judge at court and admits his faults, as all will stand and confess<br />
before God on the Day <strong>of</strong> Atonement, Bigger Thomas is sentenced to death, not salvation. “Men<br />
die alone” (496), as Max informs Bigger, because God-loving capitalists are driven by personal<br />
gain and dispose <strong>of</strong> those who disrupt the system, sentencing them to death, leaving them to waste<br />
away without showing them the love <strong>of</strong> their “God.”<br />
Works Cited<br />
Wright, Richard. Native Son. New York: Harper & Brothers, 1940.<br />
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Response to a Text—Brendan Klosterman<br />
Woman: Doll, Child, Slave<br />
ADoll’s House, by Henrik Ibsen, creates a peephole into the lives <strong>of</strong> a family in the<br />
Victorian Era. The play portrays a female viewpoint in a male-dominated society. The values <strong>of</strong><br />
the society are described using the actions <strong>of</strong> a woman, Nora, who rebels against the injustices<br />
inflicted upon her gender. Women’s equality with men was not recognized by society in the late<br />
1800’s. Rather, a woman was considered a doll, a child, and a servant. Nora’s alienation reveals<br />
society’s assumptions and values about gender.<br />
A woman was considered by society to be a doll because she was expected to be subordinate<br />
to her husband’s whims. Referring to a ball that she would attend, Nora asks her husband, Torvald,<br />
if he would “take me in hand and decide what I shall go as and what sort <strong>of</strong> dress I should wear”<br />
(26). Nora relies completely on how her husband would dress her, just like a doll. Just as Nora is<br />
treated as a doll, she interacts with her children as such. She doesn’t raise them, she merely “play[s]<br />
and romp[s] with the children” (13). She tells Torvald, “our home has been nothing but a playroom.<br />
I have been your doll wife, just as at home I was Papa’s doll child; and here the children have been<br />
my dolls” (67). In this conversation, she shows her alienation as a woman in society by expressing<br />
discontent with her role in life.<br />
In addition to being treated like a doll, Nora is also regarded as a small child. Victorian<br />
society looks upon women’s intelligence as no better than a child’s. Torvald tells her, “You talk like<br />
a child. You don’t understand the conditions <strong>of</strong> the world in which you live” (69). Yet, he does<br />
nothing to rectify the situation. While Nora says she is unlike a child, she displays her childish<br />
tendencies by repeating “impossible” (Ibsen 28, 29) when she is confronted with the possibility that<br />
she might have to face punishment for forging her father’s name. She alludes to a child’s character<br />
when she says, “everything I think <strong>of</strong> seems so silly and insignificant” (26). Torvald replies with a<br />
condescending statement: “Does my little Nora acknowledge that at last?” (26). Torvald expects<br />
only childish talk from her. He even tells her she is “little,” like a child, and although he expects<br />
nothing more than child’s talk from her, he does expect to be obeyed.<br />
Nora plays the part <strong>of</strong> a slave in her subservience to her husband, for she is supposed to<br />
abide by his rules and be dependent on him. She is not supposed to think for herself and repeatedly<br />
told so by those around her. When speaking about Nora in her presence, Torvald says, “She is so<br />
terribly self-willed” (55). Nora has a conversation with Mrs. Linde, who also tells her, “Don’t be<br />
self-willed” (57). Torvald tells her, “I will advise you and direct you” (64). Nora is expected to be<br />
a dependent slave who follows her husband’s advice and directions. Women were also legally<br />
dependent upon men. The society’s laws <strong>of</strong> that time even required the male to cosign everything<br />
that a woman had to sign. Nora’s naivete in forging her father’s signature and trying to pay <strong>of</strong>f the<br />
loan further emphasizes Victorian society’s assumptions about women’s inability to deal with a<br />
“man’s world.”<br />
These assumptions about women caused their gender value to be vastly outweighed by that<br />
<strong>of</strong> men. From relationships to working, men had more power than women. Nora and Torvald’s<br />
relationship followed this rule, even to the extent <strong>of</strong> Torvald’s condescending nicknames such as<br />
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“my little squirrel” (2). Torvald does not love Nora as an equal, and because <strong>of</strong> this, Nora finds that<br />
she cannot love Torvald. When Torvald asks what he had done to make Nora not love him, Nora<br />
replies, “It was tonight, when the wonderful thing did not happen; then I saw you were not the man<br />
I had thought you” (69). The wonderful thing would have happened if Torvald had taken<br />
responsibility for Nora’s romantically-inspired forgery that saved his life. By taking responsibility,<br />
however, he would have lost his honor in society. He states, “no man would sacrifice his honor for<br />
the one he loves” (70). Nora sums up the inequality between man and wife by retorting, “It is a<br />
thing hundreds <strong>of</strong> thousands <strong>of</strong> women have done” (70). Torvald, however, expresses the maledominated<br />
society’s views <strong>of</strong> women and says, “Oh, you think and talk like a heedless child” (70).<br />
Because <strong>of</strong> Torvald’s inability to grasp the concept <strong>of</strong> equality, Nora leaves him. Society’s values<br />
are revealed by Nora’s declaration <strong>of</strong> equality and independence.<br />
Through Nora’s rebellious declaration and departure, she removes herself from society’s<br />
standards and makes a move towards equality. She renounces society’s views <strong>of</strong> a woman as a<br />
child, doll, and slave. Men in Victorian society told a woman how to act as a parent to a child, how<br />
to dress for a public event as an owner to a doll, and how to keep her thoughts to herself as a master<br />
to a slave. Henrik Ibsen portrayed qualities <strong>of</strong> the Victorian era through the alienated female<br />
gender, represented by Nora.<br />
Note: While the primary text referred to in the essay serves as the source for all quotations, a<br />
complete citation in a “Works Cited” page is considered standard in academic writing. Please<br />
include complete citations whenever primary and/or secondary sources are used.<br />
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A Response to a Text—Reynold Toepfer<br />
Discovering Truth<br />
The scholar is engaged in the interminable quest for truth in every aspect <strong>of</strong> his or her life.<br />
However, the thing that makes people wise is knowing that they can never understand everything.<br />
Ignorance, the quality <strong>of</strong> lesser people, is the assumption that they understand all about the world<br />
around them. They are so blindly confident they comprehend the truth, that they restrain<br />
themselves from opening their eyes to the greater truth. Anton Chekhov and Sophocles deal with<br />
the idea <strong>of</strong> this sinful pride that leads to ignorance in their respective works, The Cherry Orchard<br />
and Oedipus Rex. In each drama, certain characters are slapped in the face with the truth; the light<br />
is revealed. However, these characters make the connection when it is too late. Their destruction<br />
is already destined to become a reality, a horrid fate that could have been prevented. Both Chekhov<br />
and Sophocles present the universal theme that an open mind, constantly in search for truth, is the<br />
mark <strong>of</strong> a worthy individual, and prideful stubbornness can only lead to demise.<br />
The question must then be asked, what truths are evident in these texts? Oedipus is the<br />
proud king <strong>of</strong> a county called Thebes. However, his country has fallen on hard times as a result <strong>of</strong><br />
angry gods displaying their wrath. The oracle reveals to Oedipus that the curse shall be lifted when<br />
the murderer <strong>of</strong> the former king is put to justice. As the incriminating evidence piles up against<br />
Oedipus, he remains ignorant <strong>of</strong> the truth that he is the killer whom he seeks. He stubbornly refuses<br />
to believe that he cannot escape his fate. Sophocles presents this ironic truth in light and dark<br />
imagery. The chorus dramatically demands, “Artemis, Huntress, / Race with flaring lights upon our<br />
mountains / […] Whirl upon Death, that all the Undying hate! / Come with blinding torches, come<br />
in joy!” (Sophocles l.198-204). The metaphor depicts light representing truth. The idea <strong>of</strong> light<br />
being “blinding” portrays how shocking and unexpected this truth will be to Oedipus. The timing<br />
<strong>of</strong> the chorus’ plea as Oedipus enters the stage clearly demonstrates that Oedipus is the man whom<br />
he seeks, the murderer <strong>of</strong> the king. The truth <strong>of</strong> the play is revealed, yet Oedipus remains ignorant.<br />
Chekhov also makes use <strong>of</strong> a symbol to represent truth in his play. In The Cherry Orchard,<br />
the Ranevskayas are an aristocratic family that squander away their final days at their beloved<br />
cherry orchard. It shall soon be auctioned <strong>of</strong>f, yet the family merely sits about and engages in<br />
meaningless chatter. They assume that everything shall be taken care <strong>of</strong>, the way it always has been<br />
in their lives. However, there is one man who seems to be above the careless atmosphere that<br />
surrounds him—Lopakhin, the hard-working son <strong>of</strong> generations <strong>of</strong> peasants. This man <strong>of</strong> great<br />
ambition represents truth. The truth that Chekhov reveals in the play is the emerging changes in<br />
the Russian social structure. The industrious middle class is on the rise, and the lazy aristocracy is<br />
doomed to fade away. In the end, Lopakhin buys the cherry orchard, which is the “estate where<br />
[his] father and grandfather were slaves” (Chekhov 366). The cherry orchard was the security, the<br />
wealth, and the power <strong>of</strong> the aristocracy; it is bought by a merchant, the son <strong>of</strong> peasants. Could the<br />
aristocracy not see what was happening, or did they choose to remain ignorant? By constructing<br />
summer cottages, the Ranevskaya family could have prevented the loss <strong>of</strong> the beloved orchard, but<br />
they refused to see the truth.<br />
To better portray their theme, Chekhov and Sophocles design characters <strong>of</strong> the utmost<br />
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status. The Ranevskaya family is one <strong>of</strong> the most prominent families in Russia, and Oedipus is a<br />
king. According to common beliefs, these people cannot be wrong. They cannot represent<br />
ignorance. Chekhov and Sophocles use irony to emphasize this theme. The Ranevskaya family<br />
believes that they are a part <strong>of</strong> the “intelligentsia,” a term with which aristocrats label themselves.<br />
They look upon all others with disdain and feel superior to Lopakhin and Tr<strong>of</strong>imov. The irony is<br />
that Lopakhin eventually buys them out, and Tr<strong>of</strong>imov is the wise intellectual whom they mock for<br />
being the “eternal student.” Chekhov utilizes this intellectual to give light to the idea that “in<br />
Russia, only a very few work. They call themselves the intelligentsia, yet they belittle their<br />
servants, treat the peasants like animals, are wretched students, never read anything serious, and do<br />
absolutely nothing” (Chekhov 346). Tr<strong>of</strong>imov understands the aristocracy, and understands that<br />
because <strong>of</strong> their useless behavior, they are destined to become worthless. It was not a member <strong>of</strong><br />
the “intelligentsia” that came to this conclusion. Similarly, Sophocles devises an old, wandering<br />
blind man to reveal the truth to Oedipus. The irony <strong>of</strong> a blind peasant being able to see a truth that<br />
a king seemingly cannot or refuses to understand is the very essence <strong>of</strong> this universal theme. We<br />
are all equal. We are all equally inferior to the gods and must not be proud and think that we can<br />
understand a world which they created.<br />
There is a difference in the time and place settings in which these two pieces were written.<br />
Russia during the nineteenth century contained quite a different lifestyle than ancient Greece. At<br />
the time <strong>of</strong> Sophocles’ play, religion consisted <strong>of</strong> many deities, each in charge <strong>of</strong> a different aspect<br />
<strong>of</strong> life. Russia, on the other hand, has always been a dominantly monotheistic society. Although<br />
both places experienced different religious views, the message remains the same. Arrogance is an<br />
attempt at godliness, whether there be one god or many. The Greeks labeled this frequent<br />
occurrence as hubris, meaning excessive pride. Authors <strong>of</strong>ten write <strong>of</strong> the ignorance and sinfulness<br />
<strong>of</strong> excessive pride. Sophocles claims, “any mortal who dares hold / No immortal Power in awe /<br />
Will be caught up in a net <strong>of</strong> pain” (Sophocles l.844-846. 12 ). The “net <strong>of</strong> pain” to which he refers<br />
is a dreadful fate given by the gods. In this Greek society, arrogance was punishable by the gods.<br />
Remaining humble and accepting inferiority to the gods was the key to salvation. The situation was<br />
slightly different in Russian society. They did not believe that the gods took such an active role in<br />
the lives <strong>of</strong> humans, and it was not commonly thought that a god would specifically punish<br />
somebody. The Ranevskayas, however, do demonstrate that those who assume superiority in<br />
general are nothing but fools.<br />
The erudite Tr<strong>of</strong>imov sums up this universal theme:<br />
Whether or not the estate is sold today—does it really matter? That’s all done with<br />
long ago; there’s no turning back, the path is overgrown. Be calm, my dear. One<br />
must not deceive oneself; at least once in one’s life one ought to look the truth<br />
straight in the eye (Chekhov 357).<br />
As he comforts Lyubov while she awaits the news <strong>of</strong> what happened to the cherry orchard,<br />
she is still kidding herself with false hope, ignorant hope. She did not want to see the truth, and<br />
now her fate is sealed. Had she opened her eyes, things might have ended up differently. Tr<strong>of</strong>imov<br />
tells her to look the dreadful truth straight in the eye because she “served [her] own destruction”<br />
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(Sophocles l.1468. 20). And yet, despite the wisdom <strong>of</strong> our predecessors, do we not still find our<br />
vision obscured by a prideful stubbornness, our eyes sealed against the light <strong>of</strong> truth?<br />
Note: While the primary texts referred to in the essay serve as the sources for all quotations,<br />
complete citations in a “Works Cited” page is considered standard in academic writing. Please<br />
include complete citations whenever primary and/or secondary sources are used.<br />
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A Response to a Text—Stephanie Wood<br />
S<strong>of</strong>tly Spoken Strength<br />
Through her use <strong>of</strong> southern black language Zora Neale Hurston illustrates how to live and<br />
learn from life’s experiences. Janie, the main character in Hurston’s Their Eyes Were Watching<br />
God, is a woman who defies what people expect <strong>of</strong> her and lives her life searching to become a<br />
better person. Not easily satisfied with material gain, Janie quickly jumps into a search to find true<br />
happiness and love in life. She finally achieves what she has searched for with her third marriage.<br />
Unfortunately, however, after years <strong>of</strong> a happy marriage, Janie accidentally kills her husband during<br />
an argument. Her town forces her not only to deal with the grief, but to prove her innocence to a<br />
jury. Enduring and overcoming her three husbands and forty years <strong>of</strong> life experiences, Janie looks<br />
within herself to find and use her long hidden, but courageous voice.<br />
Janie’s first attempt at love does not turn out quite like she hopes. Her grandmother forces<br />
her into marrying Logan Killicks. As the year passes, Janie grows unhappy and miserable. By pure<br />
fate, Janie meets Joe Starks and immediately lusts after him. With the knowledge <strong>of</strong> being wrong<br />
and expecting to be ridiculed, she leaves Logan and runs <strong>of</strong>f with Joe to start a new marriage. This<br />
is the first time that Janie does what she wants in her search <strong>of</strong> happiness: “Even if Joe was not<br />
waiting for her, the change was bound to do her good…From now on until death she was going to<br />
have flower dust and springtime sprinkled over everything” (32). Janie’s new outlook on life,<br />
although somewhat shadowed by blind love, will keep her satisfied momentarily, but soon she will<br />
return to the loneliness she is running from.<br />
At the beginning <strong>of</strong> her second marriage, her new husband seems to hold all the qualities<br />
she looks for. He treats her wonderfully and strives to make her happy. Soon after they move to a<br />
new town, Eatonville, Joe concentrates his time and thoughts on being the mayor and becoming<br />
powerful, not towards Janie. One evening, as the town gathers for the grand opening <strong>of</strong> its general<br />
store, Joe denies Janie the chance to make a speech, even though the crowd wants one: “‘Thank yuh<br />
for yo’ compliments, but mah wife don’t know nothin’‘bout no speech-makin’. Ah never married<br />
her for nothin’ lak dat. She’s uh woman and her place is in de home’” (43). Janie, very hurt and<br />
embarrassed, does not tell Joe <strong>of</strong> her feelings, but instead keeps them to herself. This nonconfrontational<br />
attitude toward her marriage shows how easily Janie lets Joe control her with his<br />
authority: “‘Ah hates disagreement and confusion, so Ah better not talk. It makes it hard to get<br />
along’” (57). Instead <strong>of</strong> working out her anger with her husband, an important quality in any<br />
working relationship, Janie keeps quiet and lets the frustration and emotion build within her.<br />
As their marriage grows, so do Janie’s opinions and her ability to express them. She starts<br />
to stand up to Joe when they get into arguments, although Joe continues to refuse to see or speak<br />
with her. As Joe grows ill, and close to death, Janie forces him to listen to what she has to say:<br />
Naw, you gointuh listen tuh me one time befo’ you die. Have yo’ way all yo’<br />
life, trample and mash down and then die ruther than tuh let yo’self heah<br />
‘bout it. Listen, Jody, you ain’t de Jody ah ran <strong>of</strong>f down the road wid. You’se<br />
whut’s left after he died. Ah run <strong>of</strong>f tuh keep house wid you in uh wonderful<br />
way. But you wasn’t satisfied wid me de way Ah was. Naw! Mah own mind<br />
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had tuh be squeezed and crowded out tuh make room for yours in me. (86)<br />
This is the first time Janie expresses her feelings to her husband about how he treats her.<br />
Unfortunately, this pivotal step in their relationship comes too late for them to salvage their loving<br />
marriage before Joe passes away. Although the reader might see this progress as unimportant,<br />
actually it is very significant. From this moment, Janie begins to change her way <strong>of</strong> thinking and<br />
acting.<br />
Soon after Joe’s death, Janie meets a young man, Tea Cake, who attracts her and with whom<br />
she gets along easily. Janie does not try to hide her relationship from the disapproving town, and<br />
she runs <strong>of</strong>f with Tea Cake to the muck in southern Florida. Mrs. Turner, another wife on the muck,<br />
does not like Tea Cake and tries to interest Janie in her brother. Janie, although not interested,<br />
receives a harsh beating from the jealous Tea Cake. Tea Cake explains the beating as a way <strong>of</strong><br />
proving his control not only over Janie, but the Turners as well. Although their relationship is<br />
violent, Tea Cake is the only man with whom Janie is comfortable, and can love as violently.<br />
The violence <strong>of</strong> their relationship provokes the final example <strong>of</strong> Janie expressing her<br />
newfound voice. In self-defense during an argument, Janie accidentally killed her husband and the<br />
court prepares to try her for murder. Many people attend the trial, including her old friends from<br />
the muck, who are hoping to witness her conviction. Janie takes the stand, knowing she has to<br />
change the minds <strong>of</strong> all those against her and make them see her as Tea Cake’s wife and lover, not<br />
the murderer they perceive her as: “She tried to make them see how terrible it was that things were<br />
fixed so that Tea Cake couldn’t come back to himself until he had got rid <strong>of</strong> that mad dog that was<br />
in him and he couldn’t get rid <strong>of</strong> the dog and live...She didn’t plead to anybody. She just sat there<br />
and told them and when she was through she hushed” (187). Ironically, Hurston summarizes the<br />
trial, without including direct testimony from Janie. One may think that such an important aspect<br />
<strong>of</strong> Janie’s story, and also a main example <strong>of</strong> her finally vocalizing her feelings, would be told by<br />
Janie herself. The reader can conclude that although Janie learned from her experiences and came<br />
to speak her mind, she also sees the appropriate time to do so.<br />
The judge rules her innocent; Janie buries her husband, and decides to go back to her home<br />
in Eatonville. Hurston weaves the story back to the beginning <strong>of</strong> the novel where Janie returns<br />
home and finishes her story to her friend Pheoby. Afterward, Janie reiterates that Pheoby can go<br />
and tell all the other women in the town just exactly what happened: “‘You can tell ‘em what Ah<br />
say if you wants to. Dat’s just de same as me ‘cause mah tongue is in mah friend’s mouf’” (6). But<br />
Janie knows that the other women will never understand because they haven’t lived through what<br />
she did: “talkin’ don’t amount tuh uh hill uh beans when yuh can’t do nothin’ else. And listenin’<br />
tuh dat kind uh talk is jus’ lak openin’ yo’ mouth and lettin’ de moon shine down yo’ throat. It’s a<br />
known fact, Pheoby, you got tuh go there tuh know there’” (192). Janie no longer worries about<br />
what others think <strong>of</strong> her, nor does she feel that she has to suppress her thoughts and feelings. The<br />
tragic death <strong>of</strong> her third husband, a turning point in her way <strong>of</strong> thinking, helps her to find her voice<br />
and to express it wisely.<br />
Their Eyes Were Watching God is not a novel simply about a young black woman dealing<br />
with her husband’s death; but rather, it is the story <strong>of</strong> a young black woman dealing with life and<br />
learning from its experiences. The story starts out with Janie as a child and continues through her<br />
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life, showing her growth as a person. By the end <strong>of</strong> the novel, Janie, an old woman, has dealt with<br />
many experiences and also much pain. Through her three marriages, the death <strong>of</strong> her one true love,<br />
and proving her innocence in Tea Cake’s death, Janie learns to look within herself to find her hidden<br />
voice. Growing as a person from the many obstacles she has overcome during her forty years <strong>of</strong><br />
life, Janie finally speaks her thoughts, feelings and opinions. From this, she finds what she has been<br />
searching for her whole life, happiness.<br />
Work Cited<br />
Hurston, Zora Neale. Their Eyes Were Watching God. New York: Harper Collins, 1990.<br />
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Complete Portfolio—Scott Gruenbaum<br />
In his letter Scott Gruenbaum clearly presents himself as a writer who can play with<br />
language, using humor when appropriate to explain why he chose the pieces he did for inclusion in<br />
the portfolio. He analyzes how writing the persuasive essay caused him to modify his position on<br />
the issue under discussion, notes that writing a response to a text is the “most painful type <strong>of</strong> essay<br />
to write” yet expresses confidence that he did indeed write an effective one, and proudly tells his<br />
reader that the short story “was written by me for me.” The letter, therefore, is an introduction to<br />
both the portfolio’s contents and their author. The short story, “Starlight Through the Clouds,” is a<br />
fluid descriptive narrative that displays a rich vocabulary and an eye for detail. The persuasive<br />
essay, “Pawns to Advancement,” uses a variety <strong>of</strong> reputable published sources and personal<br />
interviews to explore the controversial issue <strong>of</strong> animal testing and presents the author’s views in a<br />
controlled yet firm tone. “The River <strong>of</strong> Choices,” a brief response to the text Hamlet, nonetheless<br />
distills important moments from the play to <strong>of</strong>fer a focused look at Shakespeare’s use <strong>of</strong> diction and<br />
poetic devices. As a whole, Gruenbaum’s portfolio takes risks, displays an extremely effective use<br />
<strong>of</strong> language, and demonstrates he can write pr<strong>of</strong>iciently in response to a variety <strong>of</strong> prose tasks.<br />
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Scott Gruenbaum—Reflective Letter<br />
Dear <strong>Miami</strong> University Writing Teachers,<br />
I’ll admit outright that this portfolio presented me with something <strong>of</strong> a quandary. It called<br />
for a work <strong>of</strong> fiction, a persuasive essay, and a response to a text— a balanced mix, to be sure—<br />
but unfortunately, many <strong>of</strong> my favorite pieces did not exactly fit into those categories. Therefore,<br />
I was not able to include several works which best illustrate who I am and where I come from. You<br />
should count this a blessing. For some reason, most people I talk to do not truly appreciate a proper<br />
hamster-worship, cheesecake, and/or attack-squirrel essay. Those who don’t immediately shuffle<br />
slowly away usually end up making a few clever comments regarding medication. Anyway, after<br />
a careful consideration <strong>of</strong> the saner pieces that actually somewhat fit the specifications, I came up<br />
with... two out <strong>of</strong> the three.<br />
The persuasive essay was a piece <strong>of</strong> cake, so to speak. In my Junior year, I wrote an<br />
argumentative essay on the subject <strong>of</strong> animal testing. At the time I was totally opposed to any sort<br />
<strong>of</strong> testing. I will not go so far as to state that writing this essay radically changed my outlook on<br />
things, but over the course <strong>of</strong> my research, I did come to a new, perhaps more moderate,<br />
understanding. Some readers <strong>of</strong> this and my other argumentative essays may think that I have no<br />
real opinion, that I waver too much and don’t know what to think. Allow me to state for these<br />
people that this is for the most part inaccurate. There may be some issues (football scores, current<br />
fashions, etc.) that I don’t care about, but on most serious subjects, I try to take a moderate stance,<br />
as I have so <strong>of</strong>ten found whether when researching animal testing or the destruction <strong>of</strong> the rainforest<br />
that both sides have valid and important points, and any extremist view most <strong>of</strong>ten fails to solve<br />
anything.<br />
For me, the second most painful type <strong>of</strong> essay to write is a response to a text. The first most<br />
difficult to write, <strong>of</strong> course, would be poetry. For your own sake, be glad this is a prose portfolio<br />
(Douglas Adams fans, think Vogons...). Anyway, over the years I have written a great many<br />
responses, some bad, some good, all quite boring. I mean, its great when Shakespeare uses the “s”<br />
sound repeatedly to enhance his wave/ocean imagery, but writing a multi-page paper on that subject<br />
is not on my “Lifetime Goals” list. However, as you English teachers seem to like responses, I<br />
managed to scrounge up one on Hamlet that I personally feel is rather well done. I would expound<br />
more on this subject, but it’s making me drowsy.<br />
Now I had a problem. I’ve written a few short story-type pieces, but upon reexamination,<br />
I found that none <strong>of</strong> them would properly meet the requirement. One was way too long at 16 pages,<br />
one consisted entirely <strong>of</strong> inside jokes bashing the school’s marching band, and the third, the most<br />
promising, was a) still too long, and b) was a little too... weird. It was meant as a parody <strong>of</strong> The<br />
Crucible, but, as many <strong>of</strong> my things do, took on my personality:<br />
Applegale: The rutabaga! It... it says its going to eat me! (She falls to the floor<br />
and starts clucking like a chicken) The purple rutabaga is coming after me!<br />
Therefore, I was forced to write an original short story. After a few bad starts, I decided to<br />
try my hand at descriptive writing. I’ve always somewhat admired those authors who could talk so<br />
much that it seemed to take 10 pages for anything to happen. So, when I wrote my story, I<br />
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determined that I would have as little plot as possible, and concentrate mostly on the imagery. As<br />
I am something <strong>of</strong> a nature lover/ very minor tree hugger, I wrote about the woods. To give a brief<br />
synopsis: tree gets hit by lightning, falls down. And it took me three pages to say that! Heh heh....<br />
Upon submitting this piece, I know it’s a risk. Half the people who read it liked it; half gave me<br />
the look and suggested a massive re-write. Frankly, I don’t care. I had fun writing it, and I<br />
personally like my descriptions, and that’s good enough for me. The two previous essays were<br />
written for an outside reader— a teacher, student, wonderful, kind, caring, vaguely god-like <strong>Miami</strong><br />
portfolio grader, etc— but the final short story was written by me for me.<br />
Anyway, I’m about out <strong>of</strong> room for this letter, so I guess you’re all saved from one <strong>of</strong> my<br />
hamster stories... ‘tis a pity. Maybe if I ever meet you face to face I’ll recount the tale <strong>of</strong> the Great<br />
MO, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart Wilson G———- (my last name) Jr. II, Cutest Bouncing Bubbly<br />
Baby Boy Kong Child, Moldy Cheese, The Hamster Formerly Known As Cabbage. Or maybe<br />
not— especially if the medical authorities get to me first...<br />
Sincerely,<br />
Oops, can’t tell you my name, can I?<br />
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Scott Gruenbaum—A Narrative or Short Story<br />
Starlight Through the Clouds<br />
The sunset was not spectacular that day. The vivid ruby and tangerine streaks that so <strong>of</strong>ten<br />
caressed the blue brow <strong>of</strong> the sky were sleeping, hidden behind the heavy mists. There are some<br />
days when the sunlight seems to dance, to weave and frolic with tongues <strong>of</strong> fire between the blades<br />
<strong>of</strong> grass. Not on that day. That evening, the yellow light was sickly. It diffused s<strong>of</strong>tly through the<br />
gray curtains with a shrouded light that just failed to illuminate. High up in the treetops, the leaves<br />
swayed, but on the ground, the grass was silent, limp and unmoving. The sun set and the earth<br />
waited.<br />
On the edge <strong>of</strong> a small wood, an ancient tree sat hunched over, the gnarled, old king <strong>of</strong> a<br />
once vast domain that had long ago been turned to pasture. The great, gray knees gripped the hard<br />
earth with a solidity <strong>of</strong> purpose that made it difficult to determine just where the tree began and the<br />
soil ended, so strong was the union <strong>of</strong> the ancient bark and grainy sustenance. Many years had<br />
those roots known—years when the dry sands had shriveled the outer branches under a parched sun,<br />
years when the waters had risen up, drowning those same sands in the tears <strong>of</strong> unceasing time.<br />
Many sands had the tree known; many green neighbors had come and gone, yet the tree remained.<br />
The mighty roots had endured such whips and scorns as had been cast upon it, but the old tree had<br />
survived, a pillar <strong>of</strong> twisted iron and horn against the now sickly sky. In the waning light <strong>of</strong><br />
evening, the tree waited.<br />
In the deep crevices between the tufts <strong>of</strong> grass, the shadows stalked slowly upward,<br />
submerging the sandy earth in an inky sea. The sun sank until only its last, thin razor <strong>of</strong> light<br />
glimmered over the fields. Time stretched its ancient joints, and lazily, yet inexorably, ground<br />
onward. The dusk hung in an eternal, yet horribly finite stillness. The bees still buzzed and<br />
hummed among the flowers; the deer still grazed s<strong>of</strong>tly among the undulating waves <strong>of</strong> grass, yet<br />
in that moment, their movement seemed arrested, held in check by the waning sun.<br />
And the winds came.<br />
The wild west wind came down through the fields, rousing the deer from their reverie, and<br />
swaying the bee-studded flowers. From its highest bough to the loose sand on its mighty roots, the<br />
ancient tree quivered lightly, yet was untroubled by the breeze. Many a storm had passed over the<br />
tree, yet no rain had managed to drown those fathomless roots, no hail had managed to bite the iron<br />
bark.<br />
As the stars hang, unchanging in the nighttime sky, and as the sun moves in ceaseless circles<br />
around the earth, so the tree had endured. And even as the wind rustled in its outermost boughs,<br />
the tree looked out to the sun, as if for reassurance about its own unchanging eternity. On the<br />
horizon, no yellow eye looked back. The sun was gone.<br />
In a tumult <strong>of</strong> wind and rain, a hail <strong>of</strong> twigs and leaves thundered through the trees and tore<br />
the arching grasses out by the roots. The deer bolted and hid, quivering, in the darkest thickets. The<br />
sky boiled, and the younger saplings were bent almost to the ground. Even as the shadows bounded<br />
up the stalks and blades <strong>of</strong> weeping grass, and the s<strong>of</strong>t plink <strong>of</strong> falling rain quickened to a constant<br />
hiss and sputter, the sun found its equal. A thousand stars came down to earth and unleashed their<br />
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pent-up fury on that wood. In the middle <strong>of</strong> the chaos, the ancient tree sat, locked in a blissful<br />
eternity <strong>of</strong> time, waiting.<br />
And the lightning struck.<br />
The white fury <strong>of</strong> the bolt tore into the tree and, shivering the outer limbs from the trunk,<br />
burrowed its way inward, splintering the old bark as a giant wave would a toy raft—and still the<br />
tree waited. With a cry that wrenched the tree from its lowest roots to its l<strong>of</strong>tiest bough, the bolt at<br />
last sprang into the guarded, iron heart. To the harsh rumble <strong>of</strong> enormous drums, the great tree burst<br />
asunder in a blast <strong>of</strong> searing fire. The moment had come.<br />
And the tree understood.<br />
The winds faded and the rains shed their final tears. On the steaming ground, the old tree<br />
lay silent, its cambered limbs crumpled, its mighty trunk cloven in two. The wood still sighed and<br />
moaned s<strong>of</strong>tly in the storm’s wake, yet around the tree, a great stillness lay. An ineffable sense <strong>of</strong><br />
peace, like moonlight diffused through silvery clouds, bathed the spidery roots. In its last moments,<br />
the tree seemed to rise up in that moonlight, a glowing tower overlooking the fast flowing river <strong>of</strong><br />
time, higher and higher, until its l<strong>of</strong>ty summit shone down on the heavens themselves. Yet the<br />
moment fled with the retreating breeze, and the tree sank back to the ground, its twisted mass<br />
strewn across the moist earth, dark and still, its light extinguished.<br />
Even as the last light <strong>of</strong> the tree escaped the mortal grasp <strong>of</strong> the tenuous earth, it found its<br />
way up, up into the clouds themselves, and scattered them as one would mere mists and vapors.<br />
And in that l<strong>of</strong>ty canvass <strong>of</strong> the sky, the light was born again, and the stars reappeared in all their<br />
glory. They had been hidden as the sun was now, hidden behind the orb <strong>of</strong> the earth and the<br />
shadowy clouds, yet their light remained, inextinguishable, eternal. The cloud was a passing<br />
moment, nothing more, and had been dispersed. Now the eyes <strong>of</strong> the heavens stared down on the<br />
eyes <strong>of</strong> the earth, and, through the wreckage and ruin, they smiled.<br />
On the ground, near the roots <strong>of</strong> the old tree, the star’s light was intercepted by green shoots<br />
and small, crinkled leaves— last season’s seeds. Tiny children <strong>of</strong> the mother tree, they were<br />
doomed to live out their lives under her suffocating blanket <strong>of</strong> branches. Now as they gazed<br />
upward, innumerable points <strong>of</strong> light gazed back. A light wind rustled the miniature stalks <strong>of</strong> the<br />
saplings, blowing the new debris around in short-lived eddies that danced s<strong>of</strong>tly through the night.<br />
Then, slowly at first, but with ever increasing intensity, a small glimmer appeared on the glossy<br />
leaves. Through the whispering blades <strong>of</strong> grass, a brilliant fire arose from the depths turning the<br />
lingering water droplets into liquid silver that dripped from expectant leaves and flowed gurgling<br />
into shallow puddles, bathing the young trees with the succulent taste <strong>of</strong> a new day.<br />
And the golden morning sun rose.<br />
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Scott Gruenbaum—An Explanatory, Exploratory, or Persuasive Essay<br />
Pawns to Advancement<br />
Without animal research, cures for such diseases as typhoid, diphtheria, and polio might<br />
never have existed. Without animal research, the development <strong>of</strong> antibiotics and insulin would<br />
have been delayed. Without animal research, many human beings would now be dead. However,<br />
because <strong>of</strong> animal testing, 200,000 dogs, 50,000 cats, 60,000 primates, 1.5 million hamsters, and<br />
uncounted millions <strong>of</strong> rats and mice are experimented upon and die each year, as living fodder for<br />
the great human scientific machine. Some would say that animal research is an integral part <strong>of</strong><br />
progress; unfortunately, this is <strong>of</strong>ten true. On the whole, animal testing is a necessary evil that<br />
should be r<strong>edu</strong>ced and eliminated whenever possible.<br />
Since the time <strong>of</strong> Aristotle, animals have been used to further human progress. When Galen<br />
pioneered the study <strong>of</strong> anatomy or when Harvey discovered the circulation <strong>of</strong> blood, they used<br />
animals as a vital portion <strong>of</strong> their work. Why? Because at the time there was no alternative short<br />
<strong>of</strong> testing on human beings, an option very few would morally accept then or even now.<br />
Throughout all <strong>of</strong> human history, the pattern has remained the same—human technological and<br />
scientific progress has always involved testing on animals. Without that testing, modern medicine<br />
would be a shadow <strong>of</strong> what it is today. Many modern proc<strong>edu</strong>res stem directly from testing with<br />
animals. In addition, doctors and surgeons receive much <strong>of</strong> their training with the living tissues <strong>of</strong><br />
animals. Computer simulations and other methods simply cannot compete with experience on a<br />
living being. For example, the United States Army formerly shot goats to train physician responses<br />
to gunshot wounds (Cole 3). There was no other way to train military doctors because shootings<br />
are relatively rare in hospitals. In short, without animal testing, it would be difficult for science to<br />
advance, or as Dave Weaner, a physics and science teacher at Westerville North High School, said,<br />
“Animal testing is valid because it gives us something to compare results against; it is necessary for<br />
advancement.” However the question now comes up, “What is necessary and what is merely a<br />
waste <strong>of</strong> a life?” Any testing on a living being is horrible; however, in the case <strong>of</strong> cancer research,<br />
doctor training, drug research, et cetera, it has a weighty purpose—to save future lives. Some<br />
animal testing is not only unnecessary, but it is disrespectful to the animals being used. Cosmetic<br />
or frivolous consumer goods have no place being tested on animals. Humans have no right to harm<br />
another being merely to “look pretty.” Mrs. Whisler, an English teacher, agrees, saying, ì[Cosmetic<br />
testing] is disrespectful; never should a life be given for a beauty product....î Luckily, animal testing<br />
is in decline on all fronts. New advancements in science have made available options for testing<br />
that do not include animals.<br />
For many years, the only alternative to animal testing was human testing. However, today<br />
there are many alternative methods that have played a part in the r<strong>edu</strong>ction <strong>of</strong> animal testing.<br />
Modern computer modeling, tissue samples, cell cultures, and advances in molecular biology are<br />
all now used to do preliminary testing on new products. Other testing on lower life forms such as<br />
bacteria, invertebrates, and embryos have further r<strong>edu</strong>ced the need for live animal testing (Breen<br />
6). Yet uncounted numbers <strong>of</strong> animals are still used for research. Why? Why with so many new<br />
methods are animals still subjugated? The answer, unfortunately, is simple. “Computer models and<br />
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other methods can’t compete with [animal] testing, (Dave Weaner Interview). In other words, the<br />
only real way to tell how a substance will react with a living being is to test it on a living being;<br />
models can only help so far and in the end, animals must be used to ensure the data is valid (Breen<br />
6). There is one other way in which animal testing can and is being r<strong>edu</strong>ced. Modern science does<br />
not require the same number <strong>of</strong> animals to perform experiments as it once did. For instance the<br />
Lethal Dose 50% (LD50) tests <strong>of</strong> the past can be replaced with tests involving not hundreds but a<br />
dozen or so animals. As Doctor Stephens, an animal researcher, notes, “...the number <strong>of</strong> animal<br />
tests and the number <strong>of</strong> animals tested, can be greatly r<strong>edu</strong>ced.” Animal testing, though needed for<br />
human scientific progress, is less required than it once was. New alternatives have r<strong>edu</strong>ced the<br />
need, though a need still exists. Perhaps animal testing can never be fully eliminated, however that<br />
which remains should be monitored carefully and kept as humane as possible.<br />
The humanity <strong>of</strong> testing had long been a concern for animal rights activists—the humanity<br />
<strong>of</strong> exposing animals to pain and the humanity <strong>of</strong> confining those same animals to a life in a<br />
laboratory. The regulation <strong>of</strong> these problems has fallen on the federal government. It is true, the<br />
government has done much to advance the quality <strong>of</strong> life for animals; from the 1966 Lab Animal<br />
Welfare Act and 1970 Animal Welfare Act, to the 1985 Health Research Extension Act, it has<br />
established regulations for painless research and the inspection <strong>of</strong> labs on a regular basis (Breen 8).<br />
Because <strong>of</strong> this, fewer animals are used every year and many are treated more kindly. However,<br />
are these regulations doing enough? The sad truth <strong>of</strong> it is that some animals are still being tortured<br />
needlessly, and, if caught, the persons involved are generally treated with leniency. Indeed, in the<br />
majority <strong>of</strong> court cases, the court only rules against a human in the most shocking examples <strong>of</strong><br />
cruelty. Why only the most cruel? As Dave Weaner says, “Animals cannot and do not have the<br />
same legal rights as humans.” Some, including such high ranking <strong>of</strong>ficials as Supreme Court<br />
Justice William Douglas, have expressed hope that someday all forms <strong>of</strong> life will be protected under<br />
the Constitution. For now, though, stronger government regulations on testing and harsher<br />
punishments for violators would perhaps r<strong>edu</strong>ce the number <strong>of</strong> animals that die each year under<br />
human cruelty.<br />
At this point the question arises, “Why should we care?” Why should the human race be<br />
bothered with testing on mere animals? After all, the book <strong>of</strong> Genesis itself states that humans<br />
should, “...fill the earth and subdue it, and rule over all the living creatures that move on the earth.”<br />
Does this mean that humans have a God-given right to do whatever they wish to animals? Of<br />
course not. For example, if a human set a cat on fire for the fun <strong>of</strong> it, would that be morally<br />
acceptable? Never. Why then should it be all right to kill an animal for medical or scientific<br />
testing? Is a mouse who died for cancer research any less deserving <strong>of</strong> pity than a fiery feline?<br />
Most would answer, “Yes, that mouse died for a noble cause, probably with little suffering.” Verily,<br />
the death <strong>of</strong> a lab animal does have a purpose—human benefit—but the result is the same. Both<br />
the cat and the mouse gave the only thing they had—their lives. Human beings have taken things<br />
from animals since the beginning <strong>of</strong> time: food, clothes, and shelter, to name a few. By the same<br />
token, animals have used one another, plants have used other plants, and even one celled protista<br />
have used each other for survival. Therefore, some would say that if it is morally acceptable to kill<br />
for food, it should be okay to use living beings to further human progress. However, the killing <strong>of</strong><br />
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another creature for survival is in no way morally sound. It is no more right than shooting a man<br />
in cold blood. From the human being hunting a hamburger in a McDonalds to a wolf hunting<br />
caribou on the tundra, it is a necessary part <strong>of</strong> life. Life must kill to survive. As Jim Mahoney, an<br />
animal researcher stated, “I do not think that human beings have a right to use animals in any<br />
form...but we have a need and I can truly see no alternative.”<br />
For centuries, philosophers have been debating the great moral question, “Do the ends<br />
justify the means?” Do the benefits <strong>of</strong> animal testing outweigh the cost to individual animals? For<br />
some, this is not a question; animals are inferior and therefore obviously humans outweigh them no<br />
matter what. Why are animals necessarily inferior to humans, though? Is it intelligence? Some<br />
primates that are used for testing demonstrate an intelligence on par with that <strong>of</strong> some humans. Is<br />
it lack <strong>of</strong> technological skill? Chimpanzees use tools similar to those <strong>of</strong> remote African tribes.<br />
Would testing on, say, a pygmy be acceptable? Never. The only reason that humans deem animals<br />
inferior is because <strong>of</strong> a species bias (Dave Weaner Interview). “Humans are superior simply<br />
because I am a human and therefore, they are better!” In short, humans use animals because they<br />
can and because they find the tests too awful to implement on a member <strong>of</strong> their own species.<br />
Therefore, in answering the question <strong>of</strong> do the ends justify the means, one must try to look at each<br />
situation objectively. Pretend those are humans being tested upon and not a hamster or rabbit. If<br />
the benefits <strong>of</strong> the test to life in general still outweigh the cost, if that test is necessary for one’s<br />
survival, then there is no alternative. In these cases, testing is justified, as long as it is done as<br />
humanely and as respectfully as possible. If the answer is no and if the test will probably bring no<br />
advantage to life, then to carry out the test would be a waste <strong>of</strong> one or many lives and is<br />
unacceptable.<br />
The “great” philosopher Spock once asked, “Do the good <strong>of</strong> the many outweigh the good <strong>of</strong><br />
the few or the one?” Do the rights <strong>of</strong> humans to protect their own species overrule the rights <strong>of</strong><br />
animals to life? Unfortunately, as in every moral dilemma, there is no one concrete answer.<br />
Progress is an inevitable part <strong>of</strong> human existence; it is the struggle against the earth, against the<br />
natural laws, and against our very species—it is a struggle for survival. To survive it is necessary<br />
to use whatever resources are available to do so, in this case, animals. New alternatives and<br />
regulations have r<strong>edu</strong>ced the need and use <strong>of</strong> animals in experiments, but they remain and will<br />
remain until humanity can find a better alternative. Testing is morally wrong, but in many cases,<br />
unavoidable, and in these instances, the good <strong>of</strong> the many must come before the good <strong>of</strong> the few or<br />
the one. True, animal testing has brought the human race many advances in the area <strong>of</strong> medicine<br />
and technology, but the cost has been horrendous. The only solution to this moral dilemma <strong>of</strong><br />
necessity versus morality is to have compassion and judgement in what is really important for<br />
survival. If every person showed compassion and respect for those animals which they must use,<br />
only essential testing would be carried out with the same benefits to humans and fewer costs to the<br />
animals involved. With each and every animal that must be harmed, look into their eyes and think,<br />
in the words <strong>of</strong> another great philosopher, Sergeant Joe Friday, “What gives you the right to choose<br />
when to end their life?” Look into their face and remember that always.<br />
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Works Cited<br />
Breen, Bill. “Why We Need Animals.” Garbage April/May 1993: 38.<br />
Cole, John R. “Animal Rights and Wrongs.” Taking Sides: Psychological Issues. Gilford:<br />
Dushkin Publishing Group, 1996.<br />
Lane, Stuart. “Banning Animal Testing May Be Hazardous to Your Health.” Priorities Spring 1989:<br />
23.<br />
Loeb, Jerod M. “Human vs. Animal Rights: In Defense <strong>of</strong> Animal Research.” Taking Sides:<br />
Science, Technology, and Society. Gilford: Dushkin Publishing Group, 1996.<br />
Oí Connor, Karen. Sharing the Kingdom. Toronto: McClelland and Stewart Lmt, 1984.<br />
Regan, Tom. “Ill-Gotten Gains.” Taking Sides: Bioethical Issues. Gilford: Dushkin Publishing<br />
Group, 1996.<br />
Rohr, Janelle. Animal Rights: Opposing Viewpoints. NP: Greenhaven Press, 1989.<br />
Weaner, Dave. Personal Interview. 22 March, 2000.<br />
Whistler, Ann. Personal Interview. 24 March, 2000.<br />
Zak, Steven. “Ethics and Animals.” Taking Sides: Science, Technology, and Society. Gilford:<br />
Dushkin Publishing Group, 1996.<br />
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Scott Gruenbaum—A Response to a Text<br />
The River <strong>of</strong> Choices<br />
It is said that life is nothing more than an endless stream <strong>of</strong> choices. Every day before work<br />
or school, we must all make choices—what to eat, what to wear, whether or not to bother with that<br />
homework assignment—some <strong>of</strong> which are trivial, while others have the direst consequences. In<br />
Shakespeare’s classic play Hamlet, the inner thoughts that accompany each decision, as well as the<br />
quest for what is actually truth and what is lie, is brought to light in Act 2.2. Hamlet is caught in a<br />
great struggle over what to do with his uncle, his evil, murderous uncle. By all rights he should<br />
die...yet the easy choice—outright murder—is not always the correct or prudent one. Overall,<br />
through diction and poetic devices, Shakespeare manages to convey a feeling <strong>of</strong> bitterness, an angry<br />
yet doubtful tone that shows the turmoil <strong>of</strong> the inner mind <strong>of</strong> a complex character.<br />
This angry tone is brought about to a great extent by the choice <strong>of</strong> diction. Hamlet’s<br />
soliloquy is full <strong>of</strong> angry words; he refers to people <strong>of</strong> the wretched lower classes—whores, drabs,<br />
and kitchen maids—as he curses his own cowardice. Strings <strong>of</strong> adjectives describing all sorts <strong>of</strong><br />
horrible sins are attached to the king as well as his own name. The king is a treacherous, kindless,<br />
“bloody, bawdy villain!”<br />
As Hamlet’s anger both at the king and himself radiates from the speech, so does his inner<br />
confusion. There are two choices open to him—revenge or cowardice as he sees it. Shakespeare<br />
uses words and ideas to remind the reader <strong>of</strong> this fact throughout. Hamlet refers to “heaven and<br />
hell,” showing that Hamlet knows that only one course <strong>of</strong> action is just, yet he is in doubt. In the<br />
passage, the devil is mentioned several times, both as a reason to kill the king, as well as a reason<br />
to be cautious. Hamlet fears the devil “abuses me to damn me.” As with all choices, Hamlet’s has<br />
a right and a wrong so to speak...yet it is not entirely clear which one is which, thus the source <strong>of</strong><br />
his doubt, and a source <strong>of</strong> his anger at himself.<br />
Just as word choice and diction plays a part in setting the angry tone <strong>of</strong> Hamlet’s soliloquy,<br />
so does Shakespeare’s extensive use <strong>of</strong> poetic devices. It is said that a good poem must have<br />
agreement between structure and theme. Hamlet epitomizes this trait. The vast majority <strong>of</strong> the<br />
passage, as with most <strong>of</strong> Shakespeare’s work, is in blank verse, that is, unrhymed iambic<br />
pentameter. However, at certain points, the rhythm changes to emphasize important points. For<br />
instance, in line 581, the pattern switches to trochaic as Hamlet lists a series <strong>of</strong> horrible words for<br />
his uncle, and then leads into a 2 beat line as he screams for vengeance. There are also several<br />
instances <strong>of</strong> caesuras breaking <strong>of</strong>f thoughts and enjambments carrying on ideas, thus leading the<br />
reader on a trip into Hamlet’s brain. For instance, when Hamlet finally realizes what it is he must<br />
do, the thought stops mid-line. “I know my course.” Important ideas are thus emphasized and<br />
brought out by meter and rhythm.<br />
Shakespeare also uses several different poetic devices to again emphasize certain phrases,<br />
as well as allow the speech to more easily flow. Internal rhyme in line 581, “Remorseless,<br />
treacherous...villain!”, as well as a heroic couplet at the end <strong>of</strong> the act serve to bring out Hamlet’s<br />
strong dislike for the king. In addition, the letter “h” is used extensively in lines 583- 587 to tie<br />
together the opposing sides <strong>of</strong> Hamlet’s dilemma. The sounds <strong>of</strong> heaven and hell, whore and heart<br />
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show the conflict within the man and serve to bring out the theme <strong>of</strong> choices and the reality <strong>of</strong> the<br />
situation. For, as Hamlet knows, the correct answer is not always apparent and all choices may<br />
prove ill.<br />
Just as the later part <strong>of</strong> the speech is an allusion to the actors in a play, so is Hamlet an actor,<br />
unsure <strong>of</strong> what direction to head, unsure <strong>of</strong> what direction is really the correct way. Like every<br />
human being, Hamlet is caught up in a choice—a grave and far more serious choice than what to<br />
eat for lunch—but a choice nonetheless. Through diction and form, Shakespeare manages to bring<br />
the tortured spirit, the angry yet doubtful mind, the horribly bitter soul <strong>of</strong> a man trapped in a choice<br />
that he shouldn’t have to make, to life. He shows how we wrestle with the best and worst in every<br />
choice and the uncertainty inherent in all important decisions. It is this theme that makes Hamlet<br />
real. It is this...humanity that drives in the point. Life is full <strong>of</strong> options, some bad, some good, most<br />
a mix <strong>of</strong> both. All we can do, like Hamlet, is do the best we can in each situation and wrestle with<br />
the doubt when it comes.<br />
Note: While the primary text referred to in the essay serves as the source for all quotations, a<br />
complete citation in a “Works Cited” page is considered standard in academic writing. Please<br />
include complete citations whenever primary and/or secondary sources are used.<br />
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Complete Portfolio—Camilla Hileman<br />
Camilla Hileman’s creative cover letter opens with visuals that entice the reader to see<br />
reading her portfolio as a journey <strong>of</strong> discovery. The metaphor carries into her description <strong>of</strong> the<br />
fictional narrative and the way children view the world. The exploratory essay’s topic is concisely<br />
summarized as prelude to stating her approach to it, a balanced one that will attempt to “candidly<br />
analyze” the benefits and drawbacks. She makes clear her personal connection to the literary text<br />
she responds to, which again is one based on a quest. And so the theme <strong>of</strong> writing as a voyage is<br />
consciously maintained throughout the introductory letter. “Mama’s Journal,” the fictional<br />
narrative, is a beautifully crafted, poignant look at spousal physical abuse that uses repetition and<br />
the metaphor <strong>of</strong> a jungle to convey a child’s confusion and fear. Hileman creates a fictional scenario<br />
again to open her exploratory essay, “The Human Genome Quandary,” but then moves smoothly<br />
into a scientific and ethical discussion. Her response to Siddhartha, titled “The Illumination,”<br />
analyzes the title character as prelude to locating herself as a seeker <strong>of</strong> simplicity and tranquility.<br />
Overall, Hileman’s portfolio displays solid abilities in responding to a variety <strong>of</strong> prose tasks and<br />
talent at crafting language to various effects.<br />
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Camilla Hileman—Reflective Letter<br />
Dear <strong>Miami</strong> University Writing Pr<strong>of</strong>essors,<br />
When I close my eyes, I see a black abyss. If I squeeze tighter, the shadowed abyss has<br />
splotches <strong>of</strong> yellow, cartwheeling from one side <strong>of</strong> the chasm to the other. Then the blackness<br />
begins to glow. The darkness is illuminated by fiery fingers <strong>of</strong> red that smother the night. My closed<br />
eyes are like a telescope, reflecting a convoluted image <strong>of</strong> an exploding meteoroid. The meteoroid<br />
grows larger and clearer until I can detect a swirling flame <strong>of</strong> thoughts and beliefs shooting across<br />
my mind. It is difficult to focus on a single idea because each thought ignites another thought to<br />
form an endless chain <strong>of</strong> imagination. I cannot explain these thoughts to you. I cannot dissect the<br />
mechanics <strong>of</strong> my mind. I can only <strong>of</strong>fer you a glimpse <strong>of</strong> the darkness. It is my hope that you will<br />
chase the darkness until you discover the light. Close your eyes. Let the journey begin.<br />
My fictional narrative describes a crumbling family situation from the vantage point <strong>of</strong> a<br />
young child. Children perceive the world through clear eyes. They see the truth that we can no<br />
longer recognize. They recover the wisdom that we lost with our innocence. In “Mama’s Jungle,”<br />
a child’s imagination is the frail barrier to a horrifying reality. When complications become too<br />
complicated, circumstances are re-centered in a world the child understands. This short story<br />
depicts the almost tangible love <strong>of</strong> a child and a mother as they struggle to retain hope for a<br />
seemingly hopeless future.<br />
I have also included an exploratory essay that closely examines the Human Genome Project.<br />
The Human Genome Project is a scientific endeavor with two main aspirations. The direct goal <strong>of</strong><br />
this project is to pinpoint the precise location <strong>of</strong> every human gene. Scientists have successfully<br />
mapped the position <strong>of</strong> each gene, thus accomplishing this element <strong>of</strong> the enterprise. The secondary<br />
aim <strong>of</strong> the Human Genome Project is to identify the separate implications <strong>of</strong> each gene. Once the<br />
gene is located, scientists attempt to decipher that particular gene’s function. This decoding process<br />
is the current frenzy <strong>of</strong> many genetic specialists. My essay scrutinizes the possible effects <strong>of</strong> the<br />
Human Genome Project. Although genetic advancement is generally viewed in a favorable light,<br />
many ethical concerns nullify the brilliance <strong>of</strong> this project. I have elected to candidly analyze the<br />
benefits and the shortcomings <strong>of</strong> this scientific exploit.<br />
The fourth piece in my portfolio considers Siddhartha as a contemplative novel. Siddhartha<br />
questions the human role on earth through a prevailing theme <strong>of</strong> Eastern spirituality. This novel is<br />
closely connected to my own personal thoughts and ideas. I believe that all people embark upon a<br />
quest at some point in their lives. My quest is just beginning, and I find it helpful to reflect on the<br />
completed journey <strong>of</strong> another person. The character <strong>of</strong> Siddhartha is an inspiration to me, for I too<br />
seek to clarify the surrounding world.<br />
As my thoughts solidify into words, I urge you to continue on your journey. Continue the<br />
quest. And please, enjoy ...<br />
A Fellow Artist<br />
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Camilla Hileman—A Narrative or Short Story<br />
Mama’s Jungle<br />
It is midnight and a butterfly is trapped in my room. I see it fly over the ceiling and it hides<br />
in my bookshelf. I think it got stuck between the books. I tiptoe across the room. I am very quiet.<br />
But the butterfly isn’t there. I think the rabbit scared it away. A rabbit hops backward down my<br />
walls. It’s a rabbit not a bunny. I don’t like bunnies. Only rabbits. Shhhh! He’s staring at me. I can<br />
see into his eyes. He is a pink rabbit with blue polka dots and he asks me if he can pretty please<br />
have a carrot. I have to tell him no because he already had his bedtime snack. I slide down under<br />
the covers. It’s hot and sticky under there. Like a jungle. Sometimes I hide under there all by myself<br />
so no one can find me. It’s dark. Sometimes the dark is so scary. When I’m in my jungle I can<br />
change shapes. I become a bird and fly away. I hope the dark doesn’t get scary tonight.<br />
Mama’s watching TV. I hear a hummy sound downstairs that means the TV is on. Mama<br />
always watches TV at night. I like to cuddle in her arms and watch the TV too but I have to go to<br />
bed. Mama says I’m tired but she doesn’t know that I don’t sleep in my room. I hide in the jungle<br />
and I have to stay awake so that I can watch out for dragons. Dragons live in jungles. I have to be<br />
careful when I’m in my jungle because a dragon might sneak up on me in the dark and then I’d be<br />
scared but Mama couldn’t come to help me and I’d have to fight the dragon on my own but I’m<br />
really brave. Mama tells me how brave I am but even Mama doesn’t know that I could fight a<br />
dragon.<br />
Mama’s still watching TV. The hummy noise helps me go to sleep. Sometimes I can’t hear<br />
the hummy noise. I have to stay awake because it gets so loud. When it gets really loud I crawl<br />
under the sheets but I can still hear Mama. I can hear Mama breathe. Sometimes Mama breathes<br />
like I do when I’m under my sheets in my jungle. It’s hot in the jungle and hard to breathe. Maybe<br />
Mama has a jungle too and that’s why she makes those short gaspy noises. Sometimes when I’m in<br />
my jungle I can see the dragon. I have to hide and close my eyes so that the dragon can’t see me.<br />
Maybe Mama closes her eyes too. I wonder if Mama has a dragon in her jungle.<br />
I can’t hear the hummy noise anymore. It’s so loud. I wish Mama and I could watch TV<br />
together. He’s so loud. I’ll protect Mama from the dragon. The dragon’s in my jungle again. I’m<br />
afraid he’s going to hurt Mama. I can’t hear. It’s too loud. Mama’s in her jungle. I can hear her<br />
breathing. Mama must have seen the dragon because she’s crying. He’s too loud. I squeeze my<br />
pillow hard. I squeeze it over my head in the jungle. But I can still hear him. Mama’s crying. He’s<br />
yelling. I’m breathing like Mama because it’s too loud and the dark is too scary and I squeeze my<br />
pillow harder and I can still hear him screaming. I hear a crash against the wall. I think it was<br />
Mama’s heart. I think he threw Mama’s heart against the wall.<br />
I am quiet in my jungle. They don’t know that I am awake fighting dragons. They don’t<br />
know that dragons live in jungles. Maybe Mama knows. Maybe Mama’s seen a dragon in her<br />
jungle.<br />
He’s coming. I can hear him. It’s all quiet now except for him. I can hear him banging on<br />
the steps. He’s getting closer and closer. The dragon. But I’m really supposed to be sleeping. The<br />
dragon doesn’t know I’m awake. He doesn’t know I’m awake. He thinks I’m sleeping. So the<br />
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dragon thunders by me. He doesn’t see me. I’m hiding behind a tree in my jungle. I’m hiding under<br />
the sheets in my room. He doesn’t see me. I think Mama already fought the dragon. I don’t hear<br />
Mama. I don’t know where she is. I can just hear the dragon. He’s roaring. He’s pounding on the<br />
steps. I’m frozen in my jungle so he doesn’t see me. He doesn’t see me. The dragon stomps right<br />
by me. And I hear a door slam. I think it’s safe. I think I can take the pillow <strong>of</strong>f my head. I think I<br />
can peek out <strong>of</strong> the covers. It’s not so dark anymore. I can here Mama breathing now. I think she’s<br />
still stuck in her jungle.<br />
I’m not tired. I was scared <strong>of</strong> the dragon but I’m not tired. I’m not tired. I can hear the<br />
hummy sound. I’m not. It’s hard work hiding from a dragon. Mama isn’t breathing so hard and I<br />
just hear the hummy. Hummmmm. It sounds like a bee in my jungle. But I conquered the jungle.<br />
I’m a little sleepy. No I’m not tired.<br />
It’s not so dark anymore. I’m in my room. There’s a bird outside my window. I think it’s a<br />
mama bird singing to her baby birds. Sometimes I’m like a bird and I fly away but now I’m just<br />
me. I’m just me in my room. I’m just me in my room with a mama bird outside my window. I<br />
wonder if the baby birds are ever scared. I bet the mama bird gets scared sometimes. Sometimes I<br />
get scared too but I’m brave.<br />
My covers are warm and fuzzy. But I need to see Mama. I need to see if Mama escaped from<br />
her jungle like me. I put my right slipper on my right foot and I put my left slipper on my left foot.<br />
Sometimes I have to look at the slippers and see which side is bigger. I put my big toe in the big<br />
side <strong>of</strong> the slipper. My slippers are warm and fuzzy too. Just like my covers. Sometimes there’s a<br />
jungle underneath my covers that’s hot and sweaty. I tiptoe over to Mama’s room. Mama’s bed<br />
covers are on the floor but I don’t know where Mama is. Mama’s s<strong>of</strong>t pillow is ripped and there are<br />
s<strong>of</strong>t feathers in Mama’s s<strong>of</strong>t pillow but there is still no Mama. Mama will be mad when she sees<br />
that her s<strong>of</strong>t pillow is broken.<br />
I tiptoe downstairs because I can still hear the hummy. Mama is sitting in front <strong>of</strong> the TV.<br />
Mama’s face is purple and blue and yellow like a rainbow. Mama looks beautiful. I crawl onto the<br />
couch and sit on her feet. Mama moves and I can hear her breathing. Mama’s toenails are pretty<br />
pink. Mama is so pretty. I slither like a snake along the couch and grab onto Mama’s neck. I cuddle<br />
up in Mama’s arms. I kiss her face and it tastes salty like the salt that comes out <strong>of</strong> the blue can with<br />
the girl and her twirly umbrella on the front. I kiss Mama again and her cheek tastes salty. Mama<br />
opens her eyes.<br />
Maybe Mama escaped from her jungle when she opened her eyes. I think Mama was stuck<br />
in her jungle all night but I don’t know if she ever fought the dragon. I bet there was a fire-breathing<br />
dragon in her jungle. And I bet Mama fought the dragon all night. Mama’s brave too. Maybe Mama<br />
was stronger than the dragon. Maybe the dragon was stronger than Mama. Sometimes I have a<br />
tough time finding my way out <strong>of</strong> the jungle. I hope Mama didn’t get lost in there.<br />
I snuggle in between Mama’s arm and Mama’s heart. I can hear her heart beating. Thump<br />
thump thump. Hummmmm. Thump thump thump. It’s warm next to Mama’s heart. But it’s not too<br />
loud. Thump thump thump. The thumpy sound helps me go to sleep. My cheek is next to Mama’s<br />
heart. Thump thump thump. It sounds like Mama’s running out <strong>of</strong> her jungle. And I’m waiting for<br />
Mama here next to her heart with the hummy from the TV. I can still hear the mama bird singing<br />
outside. Maybe Mama hears her too. Thump thump thump.<br />
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Camilla Hileman—An Explanatory, Exploratory, or Persuasive Essay<br />
The Human Genome Quandary<br />
The man in the black suit solemnly steps out <strong>of</strong> the car. His wife scrambles to catch up with<br />
his swift pace. She <strong>of</strong>fers an encouraging tone or two, but the man doesn’t listen. He plunges<br />
through the brass, a genetically altered combination <strong>of</strong> the common bush and grass species, both<br />
eyes set on his house. The next-door neighbors dash over to interrogate the deserted wife. The<br />
neighbors appear instantaneously in hot pink, plastic body suits, with tanks <strong>of</strong> oxygen attached to<br />
their backs. (This elaborate outfit, for those who may not know, is a common protection against<br />
identity impersonation. The decoding <strong>of</strong> the human genome inadvertently supplies criminals with<br />
an ideal method to steal another person’s identity; identity thieves need only a single cell from a<br />
person to detect everything about him or her. Body suits, in addition to setting a fashionable trend,<br />
safe-guard against this possibility by trapping all cells within the suit itself.)<br />
The wife struggles to suppress a deluge <strong>of</strong> tears as she warmly hugs her plastic encased<br />
neighbors. She briefly relates the day’s events. Her husband lost the court case. He was accused <strong>of</strong><br />
harboring the gene for prostate cancer, and after a simple genetic test, the accusation was<br />
confirmed. Her husband had twenty-four hours to move into a quarantined house, located in an<br />
abandoned section <strong>of</strong> the city. He would live there indefinitely with other potential prostate cancer<br />
victims. By isolating all people predisposed to prostate cancer, <strong>of</strong>ficials hope to eliminate prostate<br />
cancer from the gene pool. The wife is purely devastated that reality is manifesting itself so harshly<br />
in her life. The neighbors attempt to console her, but they are quite relieved to hear that she has an<br />
upcoming appointment with the family genetic psychiatrist. The wife is in capable, experienced<br />
hands.<br />
Scientists have recently decoded the protein sequence <strong>of</strong> DNA. This discovery reveals an<br />
array <strong>of</strong> possibilities. As a prospective scientist, I feel that the Human Genome Project is a<br />
phenomenal accomplishment. This poignant knowledge will affect every single facet <strong>of</strong> science,<br />
hopefully bouncing a cascade <strong>of</strong> innovations into motion. At the same time, I also worry about the<br />
societal effects potentially caused by the decoding <strong>of</strong> the human genome. The opening vignette<br />
described a few <strong>of</strong> my fears resulting from this late revelation.<br />
Genetic testing will allow patients to be diagnosed immediately with a disease. Illnesses that<br />
have a high survival rate when identified early may soon become obsolete. Patients with a genetic<br />
predisposition for Alzheimer’s may take appropriate steps to keep their mind active. This approach<br />
could delay disease symptoms or even prevent the illness. Genetic testing is destined to save lives.<br />
As scientists and doctors become increasingly fluent in molecular genetics, the possibility<br />
<strong>of</strong> genetic engineering is introduced. Scientists will soon be able to manipulate the protein bases <strong>of</strong><br />
DNA in order to decrease the genetic inclination <strong>of</strong> becoming afflicted with a certain disease. If<br />
chromosome seven, for instance, has a severe aberration, doctors could tweak the genetic bases to<br />
create a steady foundation for a healthy life.<br />
Clearly the Human Genome Project implies many favorable outcomes, but it also launches<br />
a complex ethical dilemma. People have unique combinations <strong>of</strong> genes that identify their<br />
individuality. Similar to a fingerprint, no two people have the exact same genetic code for life.<br />
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When scientists revise this genetic code, every cell in the body transforms into a genetically altered<br />
cell. This presents concerns that the physical, unique individual is lost and replaced by an ideal<br />
genetic prototype. A prolonged life is clearly advantageous, but perhaps there should be limitations<br />
to human longevity. Genetic engineering introduces the risk <strong>of</strong> discarding human individuality in<br />
favor <strong>of</strong> a flawless prearranged archetype.<br />
I also find myself concerned about the effects that the Human Genome Project will have on<br />
unborn children. It is already possible to test a fetus for certain diseases, such as Down’s Syndrome.<br />
Some parents choose to abort an unborn child on the basis <strong>of</strong> these tests. While everyone has<br />
predetermined opinions regarding abortion, most people are able to sympathize with the parents<br />
who face this quandary. Now imagine a mother and a father receiving the news that their child may<br />
be born blind. Many blind persons live productive lives, but the parents may resolve to abort the<br />
fetus. Possibly a genetic test confirms that the baby will not be smart. Perhaps the doctors detect<br />
that the baby will be ugly. Genetic tests deem one child better than another. It can be difficult to<br />
discern where exactly the comparisons should cease.<br />
The Human Genome Project deserves to have a few cautious skeptics. A breakthrough <strong>of</strong><br />
this magnitude needs to be carefully examined before assimilated into our culture. Yet, at the same<br />
time, this breakthrough has become the very epitome <strong>of</strong> engineering feats for mankind. My mixed<br />
feelings parallel an exemplary quote from The Meaning <strong>of</strong> It All: Thoughts <strong>of</strong> a Citizen Scientist<br />
by Richard Feynman. “Trying to understand the way nature works involves a most terrible test <strong>of</strong><br />
human reasoning ability. It involves subtle trickery, beautiful tight ropes <strong>of</strong> logic on which one has<br />
to walk, in order not to make a mistake in predicting what will happen” (15).<br />
Work Cited<br />
Feynman, Richard P. The Meaning <strong>of</strong> It All: Thoughts <strong>of</strong> a Citizen Scientist. Reading:<br />
Perseus Books, 1998.<br />
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Camilla Hileman—A Response To A Text<br />
The Illumination<br />
“Then he [Siddhartha] suddenly saw clearly that he was leading a strange life, that he was<br />
doing many things that were only a game, that he was quite cheerful and sometimes experienced<br />
pleasure, but that real life was flowing past him and did not touch him. Like a player who plays<br />
with his ball, he played with his business, with the people around him, watched them, derived<br />
amusement from them; but with his heart, with his real nature, he was not there” (Hesse 57-58).<br />
Siddhartha journeys through a backward discovery <strong>of</strong> the Self. He begins life as a handsome<br />
Brahmin’s son, admired and loved by family and friends. This life does not satisfy him, so he<br />
continues his search for the Self. He becomes a poor ascetic who relinquishes the material comforts<br />
<strong>of</strong> life. After many years, Siddhartha discovers that he cannot understand the Self by denying the<br />
Self. He awakens his senses by indulging in life’s pleasures. Soon, however, he becomes dependent<br />
on riches to give him happiness. The Self is buried underneath a burden <strong>of</strong> possessions. Success has<br />
only blocked his journey. Siddhartha travels to a peaceful riverbank and listens to the sounds <strong>of</strong> the<br />
water. The Self is quietly hidden in the voice <strong>of</strong> the river. The holy Om is bound to the Self and the<br />
waters in an indistinct pattern <strong>of</strong> perfection. Time lapses as Siddhartha recognizes the river as both<br />
the cause and culmination <strong>of</strong> his journey.<br />
Siddhartha’s entire life is a quest for the Self. He is led down many paths before he discovers<br />
the essence <strong>of</strong> true happiness and contentment. On his journey, he is blinded by superficial<br />
pleasures. He is tempted to believe that he has discovered the Self, but he must continue his search.<br />
Siddhartha is a novel that touches me deeply. I can see myself in the person <strong>of</strong> Siddhartha.<br />
I also question the life I lead. I am strangled in the paradox <strong>of</strong> materialistic pleasure versus genuine<br />
joy. Life is a continual struggle to appreciate simplicity. The mind can be entertained by an<br />
elaborate design <strong>of</strong> electricity that forms fuzzy pictures on a twelve-inch screen. The Self can be<br />
fulfilled by a pure rain that drops from the sky and drenches clothing. Yet, I have difficulty stepping<br />
away from life’s diversions. It rains outside, but my face is illuminated by the artificial glow <strong>of</strong> the<br />
TV.<br />
Siddhartha is challenged by wealth. As an ascetic, the Self is starved from a lack <strong>of</strong> physical<br />
necessities. As a rich man, Siddhartha’s life is overwhelmed with frivolous distractions. The Self is<br />
only affirmed when the outer world is simplified. The ferryman alone learns this delicate balance<br />
<strong>of</strong> needs and wants. At an old age, Siddhartha ultimately achieves an inner simplicity, an intimate<br />
peace.<br />
It is difficult for me to simplify my own life. I constantly find myself in a clutter <strong>of</strong><br />
obligations and promises, deferring one duty to accomplish another. I marvel at Siddhartha’s life as<br />
a ferryman. I envy his moments <strong>of</strong> inner contemplation. “There shone in his [Siddhartha’s] face the<br />
serenity <strong>of</strong> knowledge, <strong>of</strong> one who is no longer confronted with conflict <strong>of</strong> desires, who has found<br />
salvation, who is in harmony with the stream <strong>of</strong> events, with the stream <strong>of</strong> life, full <strong>of</strong> sympathy and<br />
compassion, surrendering himself to the stream, belonging to the unity <strong>of</strong> all things” (Hesse 111).<br />
I emulate the tranquility <strong>of</strong> his life.<br />
If I silently meditate about my life for a few moments, I can conjure up quite a few theories<br />
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for simplifying my own lifestyle. There is no natural philosophy that I can instantly apply to every<br />
minute; I must persistently pledge effort and thought into each day. On Thursday evening, for<br />
instance, I can sacrifice watching one “Friends” episode. Instead <strong>of</strong> resigning my mind to automatic<br />
pilot, I can turn the TV <strong>of</strong>f. With one interruption unplugged, I’m tempted to check my e-mail or<br />
blare my favorite music, but I must leave behind these frivolities. When I follow through on my<br />
initial efforts, I can always create a rare moment for myself. It takes dedication and perseverance<br />
to willingly remove myself from life’s distractions; yet, when I conquer my tendency toward<br />
possessions, I find that the subsequent harmony is extremely rewarding.<br />
Siddhartha journeyed his entire life to discover the Self when he could have uncovered the<br />
Self anywhere. Sometimes Siddhartha neglected to open his eyes. As I travel on life’s path, I must<br />
remember to be present to the moment, lest I too forget to remain vigilant.<br />
Work Cited<br />
Hesse, Hermann. Siddhartha. New York: New Directions Publishing Corporation, 1951.<br />
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Complete Portfolio—Pamela Spellman<br />
Pamela Spellman’s reflective letter displays wit as she recalls her <strong>edu</strong>cational experience to<br />
date and thinks about how her writing developed from imitation <strong>of</strong> her favorite authors’ prose styles<br />
to her own unique voice. She describes herself as a piece <strong>of</strong> iron that was “hammered at from every<br />
side” until her “true mettle became known.” Although she does not individually introduce all the<br />
subsequent pieces in the portfolio, she does clearly establish herself as a serious writer and, via<br />
discussion <strong>of</strong> her particular voice, as their author. Her narrative, “Perceptions <strong>of</strong> Heroism,” is an<br />
inventive look at a brief episode from two differing perspectives, an outside observer and the firstperson<br />
participant, and as such cleverly explores the subjectivity <strong>of</strong> the human experience. Her<br />
persuasive essay criticizes the ethnocentricity <strong>of</strong> American society, <strong>of</strong>fering a barrage <strong>of</strong> statistics<br />
and using both outside sources and personal observation in an effective attempt to wake up the<br />
reader and urge global awareness. Spellman’s response to a text, “Greater Expectations,” uses Alice<br />
in Wonderland as an entree for analyzing the realism <strong>of</strong> Madame Bovary in a way that shows<br />
Flaubert to be critical <strong>of</strong> romanticism as “misplac[ed] in a cacophonous and uncomplimentary<br />
world.” Her quotation in this essay nicely illustrates her criticism <strong>of</strong> Emma’s absurd romantic<br />
notions and lack <strong>of</strong> introspection. Throughout the portfolio, Spellman’s flowing prose and diction<br />
are additional evidence <strong>of</strong> her abilities as a writer who can pr<strong>of</strong>iciently execute a variety <strong>of</strong> prose<br />
tasks.<br />
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Pamela Spellman—Reflective Letter<br />
Educational experts should really look into the merits <strong>of</strong> dissolving that awful institution<br />
they call Junior High. The “Great Setback,” as I have termed it, dropped me after two years <strong>of</strong><br />
social inadequacy and <strong>edu</strong>cational boredom into the quagmire they call (similarly uninspiring) High<br />
School. Yet it was in this new fortress <strong>of</strong> bomb-shelter brick and mortar that I began to recover<br />
from the trauma <strong>of</strong> my middle school experience, and truly find myself. Though not exactly “soul<br />
searching” (I would never openly admit to anything so cliché), I was growing up, and my writing<br />
tended to parallel my maturation.<br />
Always an avid reader, my writing style up until 3 years ago basically mirrored the styles <strong>of</strong><br />
authors I had read. My vocabulary was limited to what I’d seen in my books, my style, in effect,<br />
borrowed from Dickens (a favorite) and other less distinguished authors (namely Babysitter’s Club<br />
writers that need never be made mention <strong>of</strong> again). Yet this borrowed style was enough to appease<br />
the apathy <strong>of</strong> teachers who were simply happy that there were words on a page, and that the pages<br />
were free from the usual debris <strong>of</strong> red Kool-Aid stains and eraser markings.<br />
It was not until a rude awakening, in the form <strong>of</strong> a rather frisky red-headed English teacher,<br />
that I truly had to apply myself in writing. More assignments than I had before seen in a year were<br />
weekly dropped in my lap with a smile and a flounce. Junior year I lived as one already in<br />
college…sleeping through or skipping unimportant classes in order to write papers for the<br />
important ones, drinking c<strong>of</strong>fee and learning to love the wee hours <strong>of</strong> the morning for the quiet they<br />
instilled. Being forced to write detailed papers twice a week, each on different literary works, my<br />
sickly sweet imitation <strong>of</strong> a style slowly gave way to a sardonic and sometimes mocking tone that<br />
was hardly avoidable considering my sleep-depraved, thus nearly drunken state. Yet, like a<br />
stubborn piece <strong>of</strong> iron, I was hammered at from every side until my true mettle became known.<br />
Finally, as I was nearing the end <strong>of</strong> that chapter in my life, thanking the gods <strong>of</strong> c<strong>of</strong>fee and<br />
spell-check for allowing me to survive the two most academically rigorous years <strong>of</strong> my life, the<br />
pieces <strong>of</strong> my identity suddenly fell into place in my writing. Where before I had subdued them,<br />
sarcastic parentheticals became rather common in my non-formal essays just as sardonic literary<br />
observations seemingly interwove themselves into my formal writings. By simply reading the first<br />
paragraph <strong>of</strong> any <strong>of</strong> my essays, a fellow student could usually name me the author. At the first sour<br />
comments about Anna Karenina or Emma Bovary’s untimely deaths (as they were entirely too long<br />
about the business in my opinion), or my first sentence <strong>of</strong> praise for Flaubert’s realism, a finger<br />
would lift to point at me in either accusation or agreement. Either way I was content. I had found<br />
my voice…and now, despite the all-too-familiar taste <strong>of</strong> toes on the tongue, I’ll never quiet it again.<br />
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Pamela Spellman—A Narrative or Short Story<br />
Perceptions <strong>of</strong> Heroism<br />
The smell <strong>of</strong> ammonia drifts to the nostrils accompanied by the waves <strong>of</strong> laughter and overloud<br />
conversation that constantly assault one’s ears in a cafeteria setting. Socially and behaviorally<br />
(mentally?) impaired, though amusedly tolerated; Al, a theatre boy, begins to lean awkwardly upon<br />
a girl at a table. A voice sounds above the din like a clarion bell, “Al’s having a seizure!” Time<br />
stops. Al slides to the floor as his companions remove dangerous objects from his path. Tables and<br />
chairs are flung aside with abandon to preserve Al’s safety. Directions come from every corner.<br />
“Don’t touch him, he’ll go into shock!” “Roll him on his side!” “Keep his head from hitting<br />
anything!”<br />
Quick to react, one girl steps forward from the crowd and takes control <strong>of</strong> the situation.<br />
Preventing Al from further injury by grabbing both sides <strong>of</strong> his head, the brave young senior moves<br />
with the seizing boy, fighting to hold him steady. She does not cry nor do anything but instruct a<br />
teacher to “YES, call an ambulance.” Al thrashes, not breathing, upon the white speckled linoleum.<br />
The teachers come, a large man begins CPR while the girl remains benevolent, in a matronly<br />
position, kneeling and cradling Al’s head in the cushion <strong>of</strong> her palms. Through it all she does not<br />
look up, even when spurts <strong>of</strong> blood from Al’s mouth reach her face and eyes, that blood built up<br />
within his orifice gurgling and geysering with each push <strong>of</strong> the teacher’s fists into his lungs. She<br />
does not turn from her grisly heroic task, though her arms shake from restraining and then<br />
supporting Al’s head, as she calmly reassures others that it will be all right. After seeing Al safely<br />
away with the EMTs, she takes only a few moments to collect herself, then, claiming no credit,<br />
continues on through her day.<br />
The smell <strong>of</strong> ammonia drifts to my nostrils accompanied by the waves <strong>of</strong> laughter and overloud<br />
conversation that constantly assault my ears in the cafeteria setting. Al, our clique’s socially<br />
and behaviorally impaired, though amusedly tolerated, companion begins to lean awkwardly<br />
toward a girl at my table, his face turned away. Readying myself to deliver an admonishment for<br />
his strange behavior, my lips turn downward in a frown. I feel it is my duty to be the motherly<br />
figure towards Al since he is <strong>of</strong>ten influenced to do inappropriate things (such as writing KKK on<br />
his jeans at the urging <strong>of</strong> others, not understanding what it represented). Before I can utter my<br />
condescending, motherly remark, a voice sounds above the din, like a clarion bell, “Al’s having a<br />
seizure!” Time stops. Al slides to the floor as my friends fling aside tables and chairs with abandon<br />
to preserve Al’s safety. Directions come from every corner. “Don’t touch him, he’ll go into shock!”<br />
“Roll him on his side!” “Keep his head from hitting anything!”<br />
I have absolutely no idea what to do. The third order seeming the only reasonable one, I<br />
grab Al’s head on either side by his ears and attempt to hold him still, all the while slightly disgusted<br />
by the sight <strong>of</strong> his purpling face. His mouth is contorted into a Halloween mask’s scream, his hands<br />
rigid in claws. The sight <strong>of</strong> his white chapped lips and emerging drool contrasting against the<br />
splotched bruise-colored canvas <strong>of</strong> his face causes hot bile to rise in my throat. My arms shake with<br />
the effort <strong>of</strong> holding him during his convulsions, and I tell (myself) everyone that he is going to be<br />
okay, and to get help.<br />
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Help comes in the form <strong>of</strong> a bulky science teacher who begins to pump Al’s chest. It is a<br />
curious thing, but our science department is rather bulky, they having been recruited to coach one<br />
sport or another. Even more deplorable than this practice is the fact that I actually think this while<br />
Al’s blood is coming out <strong>of</strong> his mouth in spurts, rhythmically correlating to the pumping <strong>of</strong> his<br />
chest. He spits blood in my eye. It stings slightly. I have to blink.<br />
The seizure subsides, and all is still. Slowly I slide my blood slickened hands out from<br />
between the cold floor and Al’s fevered head. His eyes pop open for an instant, wild-eyed and<br />
panicky, like an animal’s until they rest on me, the lone familiar face in the crowd. And out <strong>of</strong> my<br />
mouth come the words, “It’s okay Al, you just get to lie down for a while, you get to rest here,”<br />
stated in that patronizingly mothering tone. Finally I tear my gaze from Al’s prone figure to see—<br />
no one. The sterile walls <strong>of</strong> the cafeteria stare back at me.<br />
Feeling, not heroic, but disgusting, my first thought is to cleanse myself. Running to the<br />
bathroom, the antiseptic soap and hygienic water distill my memory. Normally I faint at the sight<br />
<strong>of</strong> blood, funny, but that had occurred to me too during Al’s seizure. I continue on to Chemistry<br />
class.<br />
Sitting there taking down electron arrangements, it perversely occurs to me that I could use<br />
this episode as a topic for my personal essay, after all, aren’t personal traumas the common fodder<br />
for moving essays? A friend slaps me on the back, congratulating me on my “heroism.” Inwardly,<br />
a coward contemplates the bulky science teacher.<br />
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Pamela Spellman—An Explanatory, Exploratory, or Persuasive Essay<br />
In recent years, terms such as “Global community,” “globalization,” and “global awareness”<br />
have seemed to roll <strong>of</strong>f the tongues <strong>of</strong> every newscaster, advertiser, and politician with such ease<br />
that the popular phrases have nearly become cliché. With the Internet now possessing a rather<br />
prominent role in life and with communications faster than ever, it would seem the world’s rapid<br />
progress toward international relations necessitates such terminology. However, in America, these<br />
optimistic clichés possess a seed <strong>of</strong> hypocrisy, a false note that clangs discordantly to disturb the<br />
practiced cadence <strong>of</strong> the telecaster’s report. It is not that America does not “Think globally,” but<br />
rather that, to many Americans, America is the extent <strong>of</strong> their terrestrial sphere.<br />
Yet even within the confines <strong>of</strong> our own country-world, we don’t shed our comfortable, selfimposed<br />
boundaries. We don’t see the growing Hispanic and Asian populations in our midst,<br />
viewing them—if we acknowledge them at all—as invaders in our world. According to Census<br />
2000, 35,305,818 people <strong>of</strong> Hispanic or Latino origin inhabited the United States in the year 2000,<br />
nearly 13 million more than in 1990. The census revealed the growth rate among the Hispanic<br />
population <strong>of</strong> the U.S. to be the greatest out <strong>of</strong> any <strong>of</strong> the minorities at a surprising 57.9%, and the<br />
growth <strong>of</strong> America’s Asian population to be the second fastest, growing at 48.3% in that single 10-<br />
year period (U.S. Census Bureau, Table 4). If the trend <strong>of</strong> the past decade continues, in two years,<br />
the Hispanic population will be the largest minority in the U.S, with Asians making up a larger<br />
portion <strong>of</strong> our population as well. Will we then take notice? Or will we still not <strong>of</strong>fer Asian<br />
languages in our high schools, and insist that learning Spanish is merely “beneficial?”<br />
Our ethnocentricity is apparent in our everyday doings, in our ignorance <strong>of</strong> some things, and<br />
in our ignoring <strong>of</strong> others. In our school systems, our history books say little <strong>of</strong> the rise <strong>of</strong> Asia or<br />
the early African kingdoms. Only one year <strong>of</strong> world history is required in most high schools.<br />
Robert B. Woyach, writing for the ERIC Digest (Educational Resources Information Center—a<br />
division <strong>of</strong> the U.S. Department <strong>of</strong> Education) rather succinctly sums up the argument supporting<br />
world history versus Western-dominated history in secondary <strong>edu</strong>cation.<br />
We live in a world no longer dominated by the West. Increased immigration from<br />
Asia and Latin America has added new sources <strong>of</strong> diversity to culture in the United<br />
States. To the extent that the study <strong>of</strong> Western civilization encourages a narrow<br />
ethnocentrism, it may prove dysfunctional in preparing students for life in the future.<br />
(Woyach, Online)<br />
Thus we charitably avoid encumbering our youth with too many distracting languages and bogging<br />
them down with the events <strong>of</strong> the world. How is it we claim or expect to “think globally” when we<br />
know nothing <strong>of</strong> the rest <strong>of</strong> the world?<br />
Where our primary <strong>edu</strong>cation may have let us down, we might think to regain knowledge<br />
and awareness <strong>of</strong> the world beyond our borders through the media <strong>of</strong> today. With technology as it<br />
is, we can receive report immediately <strong>of</strong> events happening on the opposite end <strong>of</strong> the earth.<br />
Nevertheless, with all our vaunted technology, we simply don’t bother. It is, as I know from<br />
personal experience, rather difficult to find world news that spans more than a 15-minute block out<br />
<strong>of</strong> an hour-long newscast, and world news definitely doesn’t occupy any <strong>of</strong> our precious prime-time<br />
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viewing which is instead ruled by predictable sitcoms and drama series. I <strong>of</strong>ten must turn to CNN<br />
or, even more desperately, to the weak transmissions <strong>of</strong> National Public Radio to hear <strong>of</strong> even the<br />
most important <strong>of</strong> happenings in other countries. Mainstream viewers are left entirely in the dark<br />
and applaud and cement their ignorance through persistently high ratings. While America watches<br />
“Alley McBeal,” the inauguration <strong>of</strong> our president is being broadcast prime time in Germany and<br />
Spain.<br />
To be a world leader, America must be both a part <strong>of</strong> the world and aware <strong>of</strong> it. If we<br />
continue to be idle and wallow in our comparative ignorance, we will soon find we are being left<br />
out <strong>of</strong> our most beloved cliché. Were the U.S. ever to fall from its current political and economic<br />
power, the global community might soon choose to ignore its reclusive neighbor. Until we open our<br />
blinds and our eyes to the outside world, we will never be able to expand our horizons. Until we<br />
expand our horizons, we shan’t realize the promise <strong>of</strong> a true “global community.”<br />
Works Cited<br />
U.S. Census Bureau, Population Division. “Population by Race and Hispanic or Latino<br />
Origin for the United States: 1990 and 2000 (PHC-T-1).” Available Online. Last updated:<br />
April 03, <strong>2001</strong> at 02:19:24 PM. http://blue.census.gov/population/www/cen2000/<br />
phc-t1.html. Table 4. [Accessed 6/3/<strong>2001</strong>].<br />
Woyach, Robert B. “World History in the Secondary School Curriculum.” ERIC Clearinghouse<br />
for Social Studies/Social Science Education. Bloomington, Indiana. Available Online.<br />
Last Updated 1989-09-00 (SIC) http://navigation.helper.realnames.com/framer/1/112/<br />
default.asp?realname=Department+<strong>of</strong>+Education&url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Eed%2<br />
Egov%2F&frameid=1&providerid=112&uid=30012423. [Accessed 6/3/<strong>2001</strong>].<br />
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Pamela Spellman—Response to a Text<br />
Greater Expectations<br />
In the story <strong>of</strong> Alice in Wonderland we follow Alice down a rabbit hole into a land <strong>of</strong> pure<br />
wonder, where the logic <strong>of</strong> a little girl holds no sway. In Gustave Flaubert’s Madame Bovary, we<br />
witness exactly the opposite as Emma Bovary, a most romantic creature, is purposely cast into a<br />
harshly realistic world. In either case, a creature is put into an environment unnatural to her<br />
disposition, yet in Flaubert’s example, Emma shares the world we inhabit, and thus the message her<br />
story brings is much more pertinent. To convey this message, Flaubert replicates not a world <strong>of</strong><br />
fantasy, but rather the real world, with all its joy, sadness, and occasional monotony intact. Then<br />
he proceeds to dump an exaggeratedly sentimental woman, Bovary, with the training, appearance,<br />
and expectations <strong>of</strong> an heiress, into the common mire and leave her there to flounder in the reality<br />
<strong>of</strong> middle class life as a farmer’s daughter. From Madame Bovary’s reactions within this realistic<br />
situation, and from the novel’s outcome, a message is rendered concerning romanticism itself, and<br />
its misplacement in a cacophonous and uncomplimentary world.<br />
Lewis Carroll may have created a whole new world for his Alice to explore, but Flaubert<br />
had the harder job. He had to replicate the world that everyone knows, taking time to explore the<br />
very details that make this world real and tangible. Whether it be dust accumulating on furniture,<br />
everyday people plodding through mud to get to work, or nagging mothers, Flaubert details images<br />
and impressions that most overlook, but which truly constitute reality. Emma tries her best to<br />
ignore this reality, but it confronts her insistently, reminding her daily <strong>of</strong> all the things she deems<br />
inadequacies.<br />
But it was especially at mealtimes that she felt she could bear her life no longer, in<br />
that little room on the ground floor with its smoking stove, squeaking door, sweating<br />
walls and damp stone floor. All the bitterness <strong>of</strong> life seemed to be served up to her<br />
on her plate, and as the steam rose from the boiled meat, waves <strong>of</strong> nausea rose from<br />
the depths <strong>of</strong> her soul. (Flaubert 58)<br />
This image and atmosphere <strong>of</strong> mundane imperfection is a far cry from what Emma expects after<br />
reading the romantic novels she smuggled in at the convent. From those foppish texts she gathers<br />
the impression that ladies such as she should be “lolling on carriages” or “dreaming on s<strong>of</strong>as,” or<br />
perhaps embracing some dashing “young man in a short cloak” (Flaubert 32). Yet such is not the<br />
reality in which she lives.<br />
Flaubert adds to his stark images the homey atmospheres and settings <strong>of</strong> the provincial<br />
towns in which Emma lives, places which by their very simplistic natures are anathema to a<br />
romantic such as Bovary. It is only through Emma’s depiction <strong>of</strong> these villages that they are cast<br />
as mundane and drab. Though the image exists <strong>of</strong> the small and backward town with its town<br />
gossips and town idiot, it can be seen that it is simply a town, one in which a person can be<br />
content—that is, if she is not the always-unfulfilled Emma Bovary. Thus the setting and the<br />
stereotypical characters add to the realistic atmosphere that confronts Emma.<br />
Into the midst <strong>of</strong> this hodgepodge <strong>of</strong> unflattering images and commonalties, Flaubert then<br />
tosses Emma and Charles. To Emma, Charles is representative <strong>of</strong> everything dull and gross in the<br />
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world and Emma “resented his steadfast calm, his serene dullness…” (Flaubert 35). Charles serves<br />
as the microcosm <strong>of</strong> the reality Emma abhors, and is an integral part <strong>of</strong> the atmosphere Emma is<br />
forced into. Emma, on the other side <strong>of</strong> the looking glass, is the ultimate romantic. Having the<br />
background and demeanor <strong>of</strong> one <strong>of</strong> higher station, she believes she deserves wealth, passion, and<br />
adventure, and is thus disappointed at every turn. In her delusional preconceptions, Emma believes<br />
“Love…ought to come all at once, with great thunderclaps and flashes <strong>of</strong> lightning” (Flaubert 87).<br />
Not finding this with Charles, she seeks out lovers to find passion. Beyond this, she borrows her<br />
family into debt to find wealth and thinks up various pastimes and tragedies to occupy her need for<br />
adventure, all the while ignoring the potentially fulfilling circumstances she lives in. She<br />
romantically believes that happiness is something externally attainable, something that is found or<br />
given, and therefore ignores what she already possesses.<br />
It seemed to her that certain parts <strong>of</strong> the earth must produce happiness like a plant<br />
indigenous to that soil and unable to flourish anywhere else. If only she could lean<br />
over the balcony <strong>of</strong> a Swiss chalet, or enclose her melancholy in a Scottish cottage,<br />
with a husband wearing a long black velvet cloak, a sugar-loaf hat and fancy cuffs!<br />
(Flaubert 35)<br />
Emma surrounds herself with opulence and lovers at the expense <strong>of</strong> her family’s credit and honor,<br />
and still dreams <strong>of</strong> a better life, completely discounting her current one. It is this very refusal to<br />
accept and face reality that leads to her downfall, and Flaubert’s true warning.<br />
As is always the case, one cannot escape reality forever, and because <strong>of</strong> her refusal to face<br />
reality, Emma ignores her accruing debt and eventually impoverishes her family. She neglects her<br />
only child, and is abandoned by her lovers. Ultimately, Emma is driven to suicide after stooping to<br />
the lowest point possible, virtually to prostitution, to deal with her problems, financial and<br />
otherwise. Yet even in suicide, she cannot obtain the romantic end she desires, but instead weathers<br />
a lengthy, painful, and ugly death.<br />
Through the plight <strong>of</strong> Lewis Carroll’s Alice, we learn to appreciate reality. Yet from the<br />
downfall <strong>of</strong> the romantic Madame Bovary—while within the very reality and dimension in which<br />
we live—we can d<strong>edu</strong>ce a lesson Flaubert himself learned the hard way. As Flaubert realized in<br />
becoming the realist he was renowned to be in his later years, the ultimate romantic has no place in<br />
a realistic society, and being such a romantic, Bovary is doomed to unhappiness. So, just like the<br />
symbolic blind man who reappears at the moment <strong>of</strong> her death, Emma progresses through life, and<br />
eventually dies, blind to the real beauty around and within her because <strong>of</strong> her romantic notions.<br />
Even in the end she searches externally for the source <strong>of</strong> her unhappiness.<br />
But what was making her so unhappy? Where was the extraordinary catastrophe<br />
that had wrecked her life? She raised her head and looked around, as though trying<br />
to find the cause <strong>of</strong> her suffering. (Flaubert 149)<br />
Thus without ever realizing the actual joys <strong>of</strong> motherhood, marriage, or life, Madame Bovary,<br />
convulsing, gurgles her last life’s breath; a most ignoble, and unromantic, end.<br />
Work Cited<br />
Flaubert, Gustave. Madame Bovary. Trans: Lowell Bair. New York: Bantam Books, 1972.<br />
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<strong>2001</strong> Scoring Guide for <strong>Portfolios</strong><br />
A portfolio consists <strong>of</strong> four equally important pieces <strong>of</strong> prose writing. Each portfolio is read<br />
holistically by at least two English instructors; each gives a single comprehensive score on a sixpoint<br />
scale (“6” is high; “1” is low). What follows are two lists: one highlights characteristics <strong>of</strong><br />
effective portfolios; the other <strong>of</strong>fers a more specific scoring scale used by readers. In determining<br />
a single score, readers assess the quality <strong>of</strong> a portfolio as a whole and do not average the four pieces.<br />
Characteristics <strong>of</strong> Effective <strong>Portfolios</strong><br />
The following list, in no particular order, represents some <strong>of</strong> the features <strong>of</strong> effective student<br />
writing that were most <strong>of</strong>ten mentioned during the portfolio committee meetings:<br />
• Develops pieces fully and substantially.<br />
• Uses language imaginatively and effectively.<br />
• Shows when appropriate by creating scenes, using dialogue and interior monologue when<br />
appropriate.<br />
• Supports assertions and generalizations with evidence, examples, and details.<br />
• Recognizes complexities in issues and positions.<br />
• Explores larger social or cultural aspects.<br />
• Demonstrates an awareness <strong>of</strong> audience.<br />
• Writes with purpose, consistency, and focus.<br />
• Engages readers: pieces are at least occasionally moving or powerful.<br />
• Demonstrates awareness <strong>of</strong> global/local organization appropriate for the writing task.<br />
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<strong>2001</strong> Scoring Scale<br />
Your portfolio will be scored by readers using the following scale:<br />
Upper Range <strong>Portfolios</strong><br />
6 range: Excellent portfolios. These portfolios’ many significant strengths outweigh their<br />
weaknesses. Excellent portfolios encompass the characteristics <strong>of</strong> very good (5-range) portfolios<br />
but also display other strengths. They convincingly demonstrate the writer’s ability to handle<br />
varied writing tasks successfully, and the writing is substantially developed, <strong>of</strong>ten moving beyond<br />
the predictable and clichéd in approach, style, or subject matter.<br />
5 range: Very Good portfolios. These portfolios’ strengths clearly outweigh their<br />
weaknesses. Very good portfolios show an awareness <strong>of</strong> audience, and show substantial<br />
development <strong>of</strong> ideas <strong>of</strong>ten by integrating evidence, examples, and details to support assertions and<br />
generalizations. Very good portfolios successfully demonstrate the writer’s ability to handle varied<br />
writing tasks.<br />
Middle Range <strong>Portfolios</strong><br />
4 range: Good portfolios. These portfolios’ strengths outweigh their weaknesses. Good<br />
portfolios articulate a purpose and provide moments <strong>of</strong> sustained exploration <strong>of</strong> a question through<br />
the use <strong>of</strong> evidence. Compared to competent portfolios (3-range), good portfolios (4-range)<br />
demonstrate more awareness <strong>of</strong> global/local organization appropriate for the writing task and more<br />
consistent evidence <strong>of</strong> the writer’s ability to handle varied writing tasks.<br />
3 range: Competent portfolios. These portfolios’ strengths and weaknesses are about<br />
evenly balanced. Competent portfolios demonstrate some awareness <strong>of</strong> global/local organization<br />
appropriate for the writing task. Evidence <strong>of</strong> the writer’s ability to handle varied writing tasks is<br />
uneven. Some pieces may be too brief, underdeveloped, general or predictable, but the language<br />
use is generally competent. Competent portfolios (3-range), unlike lower range portfolios, show<br />
some awareness <strong>of</strong> audience.<br />
Lower Range <strong>Portfolios</strong><br />
2 range: Fair portfolios. These portfolios’ weaknesses outweigh their strengths. There is<br />
little evidence <strong>of</strong> the writer’s ability to handle varied writing tasks successfully. Fair portfolios are<br />
usually thin in substance and undistinguished in style although they may be clear and error free.<br />
1 range: Poor portfolios. These portfolios’ many weaknesses clearly outweigh their<br />
strengths. Poor portfolios may lack development and/or evidence <strong>of</strong> effective global and local<br />
organization. Poor portfolios may have substantial grammatical errors that impede reading. Focus<br />
may be unstated and/or unclear.<br />
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Guidelines for Using Non-Sexist Language<br />
Language not only reflects the world around us but also conditions or shapes people’s thoughts and<br />
attitudes. In other words, when we write or speak, we’re actually doing things to our audience—<br />
pleasing them, amusing them, informing them, or perhaps hurting them—not simply expressing our<br />
thoughts. The fact that words can harm readers demands that we, as writers, be responsible for what<br />
we say and how we say things. Realizing this, most <strong>of</strong> us have already rid our vocabularies <strong>of</strong><br />
<strong>of</strong>fensive language that labels people on the basis <strong>of</strong> race, ethnic origin, and sexual orientation—<br />
words we know are painful. But our language still contains conventions that in more subtle ways<br />
can be as hurtful as those obviously vulgar words.<br />
This is particularly true in the area <strong>of</strong> gender, where we can do harm without even realizing it. For<br />
instance, if we use the pronouns he, his, or him to stand for both men and women, if we use man<br />
to stand for all human beings, or if we label people as mailmen or chairmen regardless <strong>of</strong> their<br />
gender, we are making an unfair and harmful distinction. By not being aware that even seemingly<br />
insignificant parts <strong>of</strong> our language like the use <strong>of</strong> pronouns have social implications, we trivialize<br />
and make irrelevant the existence and contributions <strong>of</strong> half <strong>of</strong> humanity. In an age when roles are<br />
changing rapidly, when women are becoming doctors, scientists, farmers, and athletes, and when<br />
men work as elementary school teachers, nurses, and secretaries, we need to make sure that we<br />
neither intentionally nor unintentionally exclude anyone with our language. Eliminating sexist<br />
language may not eliminate biased conduct, but it can create greater possibilities for women and<br />
men to share equally active and caring roles in our society.<br />
Thus we consider it inappropriate to use sexist language in papers written for composition classes.<br />
In this policy, the English Department is following the guidelines used in all <strong>Miami</strong> University<br />
publications, as well as in pr<strong>of</strong>essional journals in most academic fields. Organizations such as the<br />
National Council <strong>of</strong> Teachers <strong>of</strong> English, and the Modern Language Association have required the<br />
use <strong>of</strong> non-sexist language in their publications for more than a decade.<br />
Here are some ways you can avoid accidentally transmitting sexually-biased messages<br />
along with the messages you mean to send.<br />
I. Avoid the pronoun problem by using plurals in sentences.<br />
Examples:<br />
Give each student his paper<br />
as soon as he asks for it.<br />
Anyone who wants to eat dinner<br />
should wash his hands.<br />
Alternatives:<br />
Give students their papers<br />
as soon as they ask for them.<br />
All who want to eat dinner<br />
should wash their hands.<br />
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II.<br />
Eliminate words which cause unnecessary gender problems.<br />
Examples:<br />
Alternatives:<br />
A nurse must take care <strong>of</strong> her patients. A nurse must take care <strong>of</strong> patients.<br />
Every person has a right to ask his Every person has a right to ask<br />
question and to voice his opinion questions and voice opinions.<br />
III. Use inclusive nouns.<br />
Examples:<br />
mankind<br />
chairman<br />
businessman, fireman<br />
mailman<br />
Alternatives:<br />
humanity, human beings, people,<br />
humankind<br />
coordinator, moderator, presiding<br />
<strong>of</strong>ficer, head, chair, chairperson<br />
business executive, fire fighter,<br />
mail carrier<br />
IV.<br />
Use alternatives to phrases which demean or stereotype women.<br />
Examples:<br />
Alternatives:<br />
lady lawyer, woman doctor<br />
lawyer, doctor<br />
career girl, lady<br />
pr<strong>of</strong>essional, woman<br />
authoress, poetess<br />
author, poet<br />
Have your mother send cookies Have your parents send cookies<br />
the field for the field trip.<br />
for the field trip.<br />
While lunch was delayed, the While lunch was delayed, the women<br />
ladies chattered about last night’s talked about last night’s meeting.<br />
meeting.<br />
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Advice from Portfolio Scorers<br />
Each year, portfolio readers at <strong>Miami</strong> read hundreds <strong>of</strong> portfolios. And each year at the end<br />
<strong>of</strong> the scoring sessions, we ask those readers to evaluate their responses to the portfolios they have<br />
read and to <strong>of</strong>fer advice to students who are compiling portfolios in hopes <strong>of</strong> receiving credit from<br />
<strong>Miami</strong> University. What follows here is a summary <strong>of</strong> the evaluators’ remarks and thoughts from<br />
the last two years.<br />
Your Audience<br />
Evaluators this year follow previous evaluators in indicating that a clear aim and sense <strong>of</strong><br />
audience are the two most important features <strong>of</strong> a successful portfolio. In fact, the majority <strong>of</strong><br />
remarks from instructors this year emphasize that while students need to show mature and insightful<br />
thinking and writing, they should also present themselves naturally, not artificially. Evaluators<br />
suggest that students should not be afraid to use “I,” and that “their own voice(s) and opinions<br />
should not be drowned by research.” We have recommended in the past, and we continue to<br />
encourage you to “write as yourself,” not as the student you think college pr<strong>of</strong>essors want you to<br />
be. We look for evidence that you think about how you fit into the world, about how issues you<br />
write about relate to your personal situations (social, racial, gendered, economic, regional,<br />
religious, etc.).<br />
Instructors suggest repeatedly:<br />
“Consider your audience. We’re real people who can see through stereotypical and<br />
clichéd arguments. We appreciate critical thinking and self-awareness in each piece,<br />
not just description.”<br />
Raters are interested in what you think and see and how you see those things in relation to broader<br />
issues and concerns. Evaluators tell students to “think about how the pieces you write connect, and<br />
talk about them as a whole, not just as random pieces.” Also, “think seriously about ambiguities,<br />
feelings, and problems. Revise, rewrite and show that you are thinking about your audience.”<br />
The readers at <strong>Miami</strong> are diverse in age, teaching experience, interests, and tastes. While we<br />
range from experienced graduate students to tenured pr<strong>of</strong>essors, we are all interested in students<br />
and spend quite a bit <strong>of</strong> time reading and evaluating college writing. When we score the portfolios<br />
submitted to us, we develop a set criteria that describes the qualities we value in writing (See<br />
Scoring Guide). Before completing your portfolio, you should spend time reading your work with<br />
the scoring criteria in mind. While we make changes from year to year, the major criteria remain<br />
the same, and you should be familiar with them.<br />
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Specific Suggestions from Portfolio Scorers<br />
While you should keep audience and aim in mind as you develop your portfolio, you will benefit<br />
as well from more specific advice and suggestions our raters <strong>of</strong>fer below.<br />
1. The importance <strong>of</strong> the reflective letter: The most common pieces <strong>of</strong> advice our raters suggest<br />
concern the reflective letter. This initial piece is obviously an important part <strong>of</strong> the portfolio,<br />
much more that just a basic, impersonal cover letter. Part <strong>of</strong> what we mean when we say<br />
“reflective” is that we want you to situate yourself for your readers—in terms <strong>of</strong> how you<br />
perceive your own writing, and, most importantly, why you perceive it the way you do. One<br />
rater insists, “Give much more attention to the reflective letter. It should be REFLECTIVE<br />
(many were not) and interesting,” and “go beyond simple summary <strong>of</strong> what is in the collection.<br />
Reflect on how the pieces reveal something about you as a writer and how they are connected.”<br />
The reflective letter sets the tone for the whole portfolio and creates a first and lasting<br />
impression. Think about what reflection involves—not just including details about who you are<br />
and how you write but also about how and why your background and environment have affected<br />
what you write. Many successful letters strike a balance between confidence and humility; many<br />
show awareness <strong>of</strong> strengths and limitations, as well as awareness that writing has consequences<br />
(beyond getting credit for English at <strong>Miami</strong>).<br />
2. Use the full 12-page allotment: We strongly urge you to take full advantage <strong>of</strong> the 12-page limit<br />
and develop your pieces fully. All raters notice whether or not a student’s portfolio has enough<br />
“substance.” With this in mind, we ask that students use the page limit and make it work.<br />
<strong>Portfolios</strong> that are five or six pages long are not fully developed, and do not demonstrate fully<br />
your talent as a writer. Longer portfolios <strong>of</strong>fer analysis and discuss the complexity <strong>of</strong> issues.<br />
Brief portfolios rarely get a high score because they can’t fully develop, support, and sustain a<br />
writer’s position.<br />
3. Develop with specific detail: Use many details, examples, and illustrations to develop and<br />
explain your points. Instructors prefer concreteness to vagueness and showing to telling. When<br />
appropriate, use dialogue and narrative examples and scenes to help develop your work. As one<br />
rater suggests, “Look at a lot <strong>of</strong> examples in The <strong>Best</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>Miami</strong> University’s <strong>Portfolios</strong> and try<br />
to figure out why they are good pieces. Usually, it’s not because <strong>of</strong> the topic but because <strong>of</strong> how<br />
the writer develops the topic.”<br />
4. Content and style should suit audience and aim: Be aware <strong>of</strong> “big issue” topics and make sure<br />
you can discuss them in a way that is focused and thoughtful. A reader is less likely to be<br />
enthusiastic about the 26th paper on abortion or Hamlet unless it has a fresh angle. Also, when<br />
using outside sources, work from your own viewpoint instead <strong>of</strong> simply retelling other peoples’<br />
ideas. If you use outside sources, be sure to include a Works Cited page, so readers know that<br />
you know how to give appropriate credit to other writers when you use their ideas.<br />
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5. Be creative: Don’t be afraid to experiment. Include pieces in a variety <strong>of</strong> styles if possible.<br />
Raters say, “forget formulas” emphasizing that “a good five-paragraph theme has no greater<br />
chance than a good paper with any other structure... Life is too short to cram into five<br />
paragraphs!” Several raters have mentioned that they want a writer to “take chances, use<br />
humor—show different sides <strong>of</strong> yourself! Take time to ask yourself: ‘How can I make this more<br />
interesting? More engaging?’ and then take time to revise. No one wants to be bored.” If you<br />
do decide to be creative and take some risks with your writing, it would be a good idea to explain<br />
such aspects <strong>of</strong> your writing in your cover letter.<br />
6. Revise your portfolio carefully: Most pr<strong>of</strong>essional writers see revision as going well beyond<br />
changing words and correcting grammar. Give yourself plenty <strong>of</strong> time to spend reading and rereading<br />
your work, thinking <strong>of</strong> ways to <strong>of</strong>fer fresher examples and more compelling arguments.<br />
Revising also means considering your audience: “Go over your pieces and ‘re-see’ them for this<br />
audience and situation.”<br />
7. Appearance and correctness count: Of course content is most important, but after taking the<br />
time to do the writing, you need to spend time polishing and correcting the work. Use both spell<br />
check and get a trusted person to pro<strong>of</strong>read. Give pieces titles, number pages, and use a legible,<br />
plain typeface or font (we recommend Times New Roman). Full portfolios in italics or long<br />
narrow fonts are difficult to read, and anything smaller than 10 pt. is also extremely hard to read.<br />
Remember: use a readable point size: 12 pt. (depending on the font) is best. Double-spacing is<br />
standard, as are one-inch margins on all sides <strong>of</strong> the page.<br />
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Frequently Asked Questions<br />
Can I send one single paper that fulfills the requirements for a narrative or story, an<br />
explanatory/exploratory/persuasive essay and a response to a text?<br />
Yes. Some teachers assign writing to students that is “multi-genre” and that fulfills many <strong>of</strong> the<br />
expectations we have <strong>of</strong> the separate pieces we ask you to submit. If you have such a “multi-genre”<br />
paper, it must be substantial enough to fulfill all the content requirements for the portfolio.<br />
If you choose to submit a multi-genre paper in place <strong>of</strong> separate papers, we ask the following:<br />
• Explain your choice in your reflective letter. Tell us what specific required genres your paper<br />
fulfills, making sure to follow the instructions for the letter (found in the brochure) asking you<br />
to reflect critically on your choices for the portfolio as well as on the purpose and audience<br />
for your multi-genre paper, as you would for any other papers you submit in your portfolio.<br />
• Make certain to follow appropriate in-text and bibliographic proc<strong>edu</strong>res for all the papers in<br />
your portfolio in which you use others’ ideas or refer to outside sources.<br />
• Be sure to follow the “essential instructions” listed in the brochure for both portfolios (such<br />
as including drafts for both portfolios, removing all identifying information, staying within<br />
page number limits, writing your social security number on each page, etc).<br />
What exactly does the brochure instruction to “properly document” sources mean? Do<br />
bibliographic pages count in my page number limit?<br />
To properly document your use <strong>of</strong> someone else’s words or ideas, you must both cite your source<br />
in your paper, at the end <strong>of</strong> each quotation or paraphrase what you take from a source, and provide<br />
full bibliographic documentation on a separate page at the end <strong>of</strong> each paper in which you use other<br />
sources. To be consistent in your documentation, you will need to follow one specific citation<br />
style—such as MLA, APA, or Chicago—throughout each paper. English departments typically use<br />
MLA style, but you can use other styles, as long as you do so consistently. Requirements for each<br />
<strong>of</strong> the styles listed above can be found online, or in individual style manuals or general writing<br />
manuals (such as Diana Hacker’s A Pocket Style Manual) available in most retail bookstores or<br />
college textbook stores.<br />
Bibliographic pages do NOT count in the 12-page limit for the portfolio. So if your portfolio ends<br />
up being 14 or 15 pages long, for example, because <strong>of</strong> your end-page documentation, but the actual<br />
text <strong>of</strong> the papers you submit totals 12 pages or less, then your portfolio falls within the maximum<br />
page limit. Do not leave out the bibliographic pages because they put your portfolio over 12 pages.<br />
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What’s the difference between a “traditional” reflective letter and a “creative” one?<br />
A “traditional” reflective letter more-or-less takes the form <strong>of</strong> a personal letter <strong>of</strong> introduction,<br />
which is structured as a typical formal letter: it opens with a greeting; moves to a brief introduction<br />
<strong>of</strong> the writer and his or her talents; <strong>of</strong>fers reflective information about each <strong>of</strong> the works included<br />
(i.e. it provides a context for each work and explains why you included it in the portfolio); and then<br />
closes with some concluding remarks about the writer or the portfolio. For many students, the<br />
traditional reflective letter form is a good choice.<br />
However, some writers choose to open up this traditional kind <strong>of</strong> letter to include conventions from<br />
other writing genres. For example, one writer might choose to submit a letter that includes<br />
dialogue, creates a detailed scene, or incorporates figurative language as a means <strong>of</strong> introduction or<br />
reflection. Another writer might choose to cite outside sources—like interesting quotes from plays,<br />
poems, or works <strong>of</strong> fiction, or your own writing —to fulfill the requirements for the reflective letter.<br />
That is, the genre <strong>of</strong> reflective letter writing is able to accommodate a variety <strong>of</strong> creative options<br />
that you can select from or combine. Since the letter is the first piece <strong>of</strong> writing included in the<br />
portfolio, you will do well to consider all <strong>of</strong> the options available to you—and try drafting out<br />
various ones to see how they might look to and be received by the portfolio audience—as you set<br />
out to write your reflective letter.<br />
Whether you select the traditional or creative letter, or try a combination <strong>of</strong> both, be sure you<br />
maintain a focus on your writing.<br />
How important are titles to the portfolio contents?<br />
Titles are <strong>of</strong>ten a very difficult and a sometimes overlooked part <strong>of</strong> the composing process. But the<br />
title is the first introduction to a piece <strong>of</strong> writing that readers see, and as such it is an important<br />
element <strong>of</strong> the work itself. Spend some time thinking about how you will title the three works in<br />
your portfolio that require titles (all but the reflective letter). For each title you create, ask yourself:<br />
Will this title intrigue my readers? Does it reflect what I have written in my paper? If I saw this<br />
title on a paper, would I be likely to read the rest <strong>of</strong> the paper based on the title alone? You could<br />
also get feedback from other people, asking them the same kinds <strong>of</strong> questions. Following this<br />
proc<strong>edu</strong>re can help you determine if you have chosen an interesting title that will effectively<br />
prepare the audience for reading your text.<br />
Does all <strong>of</strong> the writing included in my portfolio have to be related in some way?<br />
Another way to put this question is, do I need a “theme” that connects all four <strong>of</strong> my works? And<br />
the answer to that question is no. You do not have to feel “locked in” to selecting or creating pieces<br />
that are all somehow “related” to each other. On the other hand, your reflective letter is meant to<br />
explain to your readers how you chose the individual pieces you included in the portfolio, and why<br />
they work well together to showcase your writing strengths and give your portfolio varied depth<br />
and balance. That is, the most successful portfolios demonstrate an ability to write effectively in<br />
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different genres <strong>of</strong> writing. The portfolio readers will be looking for your ability to compose in a<br />
variety <strong>of</strong> ways: reflection on specific texts you have written; narration <strong>of</strong> a personal experience or<br />
short story writing; exploration, explanation, and/or persuasion; and response to other texts.<br />
Do all 4 pieces in my portfolio have to be <strong>of</strong> equal length?<br />
The most important thing to remember is to use the full 12-page limit and develop your thoughts in<br />
each piece as fully as possible. But don’t try to force each paper you include to be <strong>of</strong> equal length.<br />
Chances are that your reflective letter will only be 1-2 pages in length, while your<br />
explanatory/exploratory/persuasive essay or your response to a text will likely be much longer,<br />
maybe even 5 or 6 full pages. One <strong>of</strong> your pieces may be 3 1/4 pages, while another may be 4 1/2;<br />
instead <strong>of</strong> being credited in that case for 4 pages and 5 pages respectively—which might put you<br />
over the limit—we would count the fractional pages together as one page, which would either give<br />
you one more page to work with, or maybe keep you within the 12-page limit. In other words, use<br />
the 12 pages in a way that helps you produce 4 pieces each with which you are happy and that, taken<br />
together, will showcase your writing abilities most effectively. Your portfolio readers will be<br />
reading and evaluating your portfolio as a whole.<br />
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2002 Portfolio Information<br />
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Portfolio Contents<br />
A portfolio consists <strong>of</strong> a completed information form together with the following four equally<br />
important pieces <strong>of</strong> prose writing. Poetry may be included as part <strong>of</strong> any piece, but since this is a<br />
prose portfolio, poetry should not comprise an entire piece. <strong>Miami</strong>’s Department <strong>of</strong> English follows<br />
the NCTE Guidelines for Nonsexist Use <strong>of</strong> Language and any sources used must be properly<br />
documented with in-text and end page citation. Examples and explanation <strong>of</strong> both the use <strong>of</strong><br />
nonsexist language and proper documentation can be found on <strong>Miami</strong> English Department’s<br />
Portfolio Website. http://www.<strong>muohio</strong>.<strong>edu</strong>/portfolio/<br />
1. A Reflective Letter<br />
The reflective letter, addressed to <strong>Miami</strong> University writing teachers, sets the tone for the<br />
portfolio by introducing both the writer and the individual pieces. Readers are not expecting a<br />
narrative <strong>of</strong> your experiences and growth as a writer but, rather, evidence <strong>of</strong> the critical reflection<br />
used in assembling and producing the portfolio. To that end, most useful letters explicitly<br />
introduce the pieces and explain the purpose and audience for each piece. Both creative and<br />
more traditional letters <strong>of</strong> introduction are acceptable.<br />
2. A Narrative or Short Story<br />
This piece can be based on personal experience as a non-fiction narrative or can be a short work<br />
<strong>of</strong> fiction. Its aim is to communicate the significance <strong>of</strong> an experience or event through<br />
description, dialogue, and/or narration. Put another way, successful pieces show rather than tell.<br />
The writing can be personal and informal. This narrative or short story should have a title.<br />
3. An Explanatory, Exploratory, or Persuasive Essay<br />
Generally speaking, essays in this category should be focused, informative treatments <strong>of</strong> specific<br />
subjects. This essay should provide much more than convincing examples <strong>of</strong> supporting data; it<br />
should examine multiple points <strong>of</strong> view and show strong evidence <strong>of</strong> critical thinking, awareness<br />
<strong>of</strong> audience, and attention to social context. If secondary sources are used, they must be<br />
documented correctly. You may find that you’ve written an essay that fits this category for a<br />
class other than English. This explanatory, exploratory, or persuasive essay should have a title.<br />
4. A Response to a Text<br />
This essay should respond to a written text (short story, novel, poem, play, or essay) or a cultural<br />
text (film, music, or visual art) produced by pr<strong>of</strong>essionals, classmates, or yourself. The response<br />
should interpret or evaluate all or part <strong>of</strong> a text. Possible approaches include analyzing textual<br />
elements, explaining the text’s significance, comparing the text to other texts, relating the text to<br />
personal experience and /or connecting it to larger social or cultural contexts. Use support from<br />
the text to develop ideas and strengthen focus without overshadowing your own response or<br />
giving extensive summaries. If secondary sources are used, they must be documented correctly.<br />
(If the print text is not common, a copy <strong>of</strong> it should be included with your portfolio.) This<br />
response to a text should have a title.<br />
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Essential Instructions<br />
Papers written in class or out <strong>of</strong> school, including college application essays, are acceptable. Papers<br />
should be revised after being returned by a teacher.<br />
Arrange your portfolio in this order:<br />
• completed information form<br />
• reflective letter<br />
• narrative or short story<br />
• explanatory, exploratory, or persuasive essay<br />
• response to a text<br />
For any one piece <strong>of</strong> writing (not all four pieces), include and label all draft material and paperclip<br />
it to the end <strong>of</strong> the appropriate essay. <strong>Portfolios</strong> lacking draft material will not be scored.<br />
(Notecards will not be accepted.)<br />
Your name, hometown, school, and teacher’s name cannot appear anywhere in any <strong>of</strong> the portfolio<br />
pieces (including your reflective letter), and all your writing must be free <strong>of</strong> teacher’s marks,<br />
grades, and comments. This does not include your draft materials.<br />
Do not staple or bind your portfolio. Paper clips are okay.<br />
Your completed portfolio, not counting works cited pages and draft material, should not exceed 12<br />
typed, double-spaced full pages (8.5”x11”) using a 12-point font. If your four pieces total more than<br />
12 pages, your portfolio will not be read. The strongest portfolios tend to range in length from 10<br />
to 12 pages.<br />
All materials must be mailed on or before June 3, 2002, by your supervising teacher— the teacher<br />
most familiar with the pieces in your portfolio. This teacher must sign the Portfolio Information<br />
Form documenting that all writing in the portfolio is your own. You also sign the form.<br />
The portfolio submission fee is $28, more if you earn credit, and you will receive a $10 gift<br />
certificate from an Oxford area bookstore. You will be billed later so do not send payment with<br />
your portfolio. Results will be mailed at the end <strong>of</strong> June. Results will not be given over the phone.<br />
<strong>Portfolios</strong> must be postmarked by June 3, 2002, and sent to:<br />
Portfolio Writing Program<br />
Department <strong>of</strong> English<br />
<strong>Miami</strong> University<br />
Oxford, OH 45056<br />
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Portfolio Information Form<br />
To the student: Complete the first half <strong>of</strong> this form (type or print) and give it to your supervising<br />
teacher along with your portfolio and a stamped 10x13 envelope addressed to: Portfolio Writing<br />
Program, Department <strong>of</strong> English, <strong>Miami</strong> University, Oxford, Ohio 45056. Do not send payment.<br />
STUDENT’S NAME ________________________________________________________________<br />
HOME ADDRESS__________________________________________________________________<br />
CITY_______________________________________STATE___________ZIP __________________<br />
HOME PHONE(___)_______________________EMAIL: ___________________________________<br />
Will you be (check one):<br />
❑ an entering first-year student<br />
❑ an upper-division <strong>Miami</strong> student<br />
❑ a transfer student<br />
❑ other<br />
At what campus will you enroll:<br />
❑ Hamilton ❑ Middletown ❑ Oxford<br />
All the writing included in the attached portfolio is my own, and I grant <strong>Miami</strong> University<br />
permission to publish all or part <strong>of</strong> its contents.<br />
Signature <strong>of</strong> Student______________________________________________________________<br />
To the Teacher: If you believe this portfolio contains only the student’s own work, please complete<br />
this form, insert it and the portfolio into the envelope provided by the student, and mail it by<br />
June 3, 2002. Thank you!<br />
SUPERVISING TEACHER’S NAME______________________________________________________<br />
TEACHER’S HOME PHONE:(___)______________________________________________________<br />
TEACHER’S HOME ADDRESS ________________________________________________________<br />
CITY_______________________________________STATE_________ZIP ____________________<br />
NAME OF HIGH SCHOOL: ___________________________________________________________<br />
SCHOOL ADDRESS:________________________________________________________________<br />
CITY_______________________STATE_________ZIP ____________________________________<br />
PHONE(___)______________<br />
EMAIL:_______________________________________<br />
To the best <strong>of</strong> my knowledge, the attached portfolio has been written by this student.<br />
SIGNATURE OF TEACHER ___________________________________________________________<br />
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Supervising Teachers <strong>2001</strong><br />
Kristen C. Adams Ramapo High School Franklin Lakes, NJ<br />
Dorinda Adelman Walnut Hills High School Cincinnati, OH<br />
Donald D. Airhart Jackson High School Massillon, OH<br />
Shelly Allison-Grubb McComb High School McComb, OH<br />
Leslie J. Altman Hawken School Gates Mills, OH<br />
David T. Anderson Hinsdale South High School Darien, IL<br />
Robert A. Archibald Simsbury High School Simsbury, CT<br />
Elizabeth R. Armentrout Middletown High School Middletown, OH<br />
Jacquelyn R. Baker Oak Hills High School Cincinnati, OH<br />
Janet T. Baker Oak Hills High School Cincinnati, OH<br />
Brittany Ballard Mount Notre Dame High School Cincinnati, OH<br />
Amy McBride Barker Kirkwood High School Kirkwood, MO<br />
Donald K. Barnes Sylvania Northview High School Sylvania, OH<br />
Linda Barrington Wauwatosa East High School Wauwatosa, WI<br />
Pauline M. Beattie Chartiers Valley High School Bridgeville, PA<br />
Anne L. Bennington Bishop Fenwick High School Middletown, OH<br />
Mrs. Kathleen A. Berwanger Loveland High School Loveland, OH<br />
Patricia A. Blatt Centerville High School Centerville, OH<br />
Kimberly M. Boldon Thomas S. Wootton High School Rockville, MD<br />
Janet C. Bouldin Neuqua Valley High School Naperville, IL<br />
Peggy Bowers Graham High School Saint Paris, OH<br />
Cynthia K. Briggs Wyoming High School Cincinnati, OH<br />
Mrs. Linda L. Brown Vandalia Butler High School Vandalia, OH<br />
Tom Brown Van Wert High School Van Wert, OH<br />
Linda K. Bruns Shawnee High School Lima, OH<br />
Pamela Bryan Vermilion High School Vermilion, OH<br />
Lynore Buck Lake Catholic High School Mentor, OH<br />
Erin M. Burke Saint Xavier High School Louisville, KY<br />
John Calcei Aurora High School Aurora, OH<br />
Scott Callaghan Wadsworth High School Wadsworth, OH<br />
Thomas Cambisios Maumee Valley Country Day School Toledo, OH<br />
Karen Cameron Maumee High School Maumee, OH<br />
Nancy A. Canfield Olentangy High School Lewis Center, OH<br />
Susan Carley Mundelein High School Mundelein, IL<br />
Mrs. Sarah L. Caserta St. Joseph Central Catholic HS Bowling Green, OH<br />
Mrs. Laurel Chambers McAuley High School Cincinnati, OH<br />
Daniel S. Cohen Deefield High School Deerfield, IL<br />
Frank A. Cole Upper Arlington High School Upper Arlington, OH<br />
Mrs. Stephanie Collier Newton High School Pleasant Hill, OH<br />
Robert H. Collins St. Cecilia Academy Nashville, TN<br />
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Valerie Combs Archbishop McNicholas High School Cincinnati, OH<br />
Steven M. Connor Lakewood High School Hebron, OH<br />
Jane Cook Beavercreek High School Beavercreek, OH<br />
Jaimie Crawford Pine Crest School Fort Lauderdale, FL<br />
J. Clinton Crumley Providence Day School Charlotte, NC<br />
Michael L. Curtin Fenwick High School Oak Park, IL<br />
Mary B. Curtiss Trumbull High School Trumbull, CT<br />
Mrs. Michelle Day Princeton High School Cincinnati, OH<br />
Michael J. Dehring St. Xavier High School Cincinnati, OH<br />
Carl J. Demarkowski St. John’s Jesuit High School Toledo, OH<br />
Heidi Demetrio Loyola Academy Wilmette, IL<br />
Cynthia deMontigny Rochester Adams High School Rochester Hills, MI<br />
Shayne Dickman Dublin C<strong>of</strong>fman High School Dublin, OH<br />
Thomas J. Diehl West Jefferson High School West Jefferson, OH<br />
Jennifer M. Donohue Gahanna Lincoln High School Gahanna, OH<br />
James W. Downie St. Xavier High School Cincinnati, OH<br />
Mrs. Patricia L. Drake Centerville High School Centerville, OH<br />
Carol T. Dressman Mother <strong>of</strong> Mercy High School Cincinnati, OH<br />
Nancy M. Dunker Hudson High School Hudson, OH<br />
Susan Elberty Hickory High School Hermitage, PA<br />
Jeannette C. Faber Fairfield High School Fairfield, CT<br />
Cindy Fahrenkrug Appleton North High School Appleton, WI<br />
Sr. Rose Falorio, SND Regina High School South Euclid, OH<br />
Steven D. Fischer Lake Park High School Roselle, IL<br />
Janet Fish Thomas Worthington High School Worthington, OH<br />
Leslie D. Fouser Revere High School Richfield, OH<br />
Mark Francioli Benedictine High School Cleveland, OH<br />
Mrs. Jean Ann Fries Lehman Catholic High School Sidney, OH<br />
Karen Fulop Valley Forge High School Parma Heights, OH<br />
Carole G. Fultz The Summit Country Day School Cincinnati, OH<br />
Barry Gadlin John Hersey High School Arlington Heights, IL<br />
Ellen Geisler Mentor High School Mentor, OH<br />
Elizabeth A. Glenn Westerville North High School Westerville, OH<br />
Susan Gooch Pike High School Indianapolis, IN<br />
Thomas W. Graler Sycamore High School Cincinnati, OH<br />
Dr. Joy M. Gray Kenston High School Chagrin Falls, OH<br />
Donna L. Griffin Union Local High School Belmont, OH<br />
Kim Group Beavercreek High School Beavercreek, OH<br />
Jack C. Guy Columbus School for Girls Columbus, OH<br />
W. Glen Hackett Fox Chapel Area High School Pittsburgh, PA<br />
Judith Hackman Stow-Munroe Falls High School Cuyahoga Falls, OH<br />
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Julie R. Hagerty Mount Notre Dame High School Cincinnati, OH<br />
John Haile Western Reserve Academy Hudson, OH<br />
Jean Hajek St. Joseph’s Academy Saint Louis, MO<br />
Peg Hamilton Hilton Head Preparatory School Hilton Head, SC<br />
Ms. D. J. Hammond Madeira High School Cincinnati, OH<br />
Beth M. Harding Princeton High School Cincinnati, OH<br />
Susan Goodwin Hardman Roane County High School Spencer, WV<br />
Lynne Harman Marquette High School Chesterfield, MO<br />
Diane J. Harris York Community High School Elmhurst, IL<br />
Todd S. Hawley North Atlanta High School Atlanta, GA<br />
John (Jack) S. Hay Boardman High School Boardman, OH<br />
Linda Cassiere Heile McAuley High School Cincinnati, OH<br />
James L. Hemmert Carroll High School Dayton, OH<br />
Marilyn R. Herring Ursuline Academy Cincinnati, OH<br />
Betsy Hickman Unionville High School Kennett Square, PA<br />
Linda P. H<strong>of</strong>fman Gahanna Lincoln High School Gahanna, OH<br />
Richard A. Holt Niskayuna High School Niskayuna, NY<br />
Elizabeth Homon St. Francis DeSales High School Columbus, OH<br />
Megan R. Horncastle Lakota West High School West Chester, OH<br />
Melanie M. Huber Crestview High School Ashland, OH<br />
Barbara A. Jones Hughes Center High School Cincinnati, OH<br />
Samantha A. Jones Saint Ursula Academy Cincinnati, OH<br />
James L. Jordy University School Hunting Valley, OH<br />
Dr. Linda A. Karazim Springfield High School Holland, OH<br />
Dale R. Kelley Orange High School Pepper Pike, OH<br />
James Patrick Kelly The Summit Country Day School Cincinnati, OH<br />
Stephanie L. Kight Athens High School The Plains, OH<br />
Judith D. Klefas Sycamore High School Cincinnati, OH<br />
Dianne S. Klein Bowling Green High School Bowling Green, OH<br />
Donald T. Klever Maumee High School Maumee, OH<br />
Kathleen H. Knox Elyria Catholic High School Elyria, OH<br />
Philip Kok<strong>of</strong>acto University School Hunting Valley, OH<br />
Sarah McClure Kolk Hope College Holland, MI<br />
Mary Anne Kovacs Trinity High School Garfield Heights, OH<br />
David A. Lackey Strongsville Senior High School Strongsville, OH<br />
Deanna Lancaster Talawanda High School Oxford, OH<br />
James R. Langlas Wheaton North High School Wheaton, IL<br />
Dr. Veronica Leahy Columbus School for Girls Columbus, OH<br />
Carol A. Lenk Medina Senior High School Medina, OH<br />
Judith S. Libby North Central High School Indianapolis, IN<br />
Eric E. Linder Cranbrook Kingswood High School Bloomfield Hills, MI<br />
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Therese D. Lustic Hudson High School Hudson, OH<br />
Brenda Mahaney Tippecanoe High School Tipp City, OH<br />
Rich Majerus Sycamore High School Sycamore, IL<br />
Lawrence W. Malito Marist High School Chicago, IL<br />
Deborah L. Mangus Fremont Ross High School Fremont, OH<br />
Jennifer I. Manoukian Sycamore High School Cincinnati, OH<br />
Jason A. Marsicano Maine Township High School South Park Ridge, IL<br />
Pamela A. McCarthy Hoover High School North Canton, OH<br />
Patricia McGonigle Luke M. Powers Catholic High School Flint, MI<br />
Alicia D. McKee Monroeville High School Monroeville, OH<br />
Regina K. Meyer Hilliard Davidson High School Hilliard, OH<br />
David M. Miller Grove City High School Grove City, OH<br />
Mrs. Sheila M. Misselhorn Belleville East High School Belleville, IL<br />
Dona L. Montgomery Gahanna-Lincoln High School Gahanna, OH<br />
Colleen Rowe Morris North Allegheny Senior High School Wexford, PA<br />
Mrs. Mary Muffly Upper St. Clair High School Upper Saint Clair, PA<br />
Thomas E. Mulhall Brecksville-Broadview Heights HS Broadview Hts, OH<br />
Lisa Mullen Worthington Kilbourne High School Columbus, OH<br />
Betty J. Myers Wayne Trace High School Haviland, OH<br />
Tamara E. Mykel Wichita Collegiate School Wichita, KS<br />
Kathie A. Naab Shawnee High School Lima, OH<br />
Diane Mastro Nard Cardinal Mooney High School Youngstown, OH<br />
Lawrence Needham Lakeland Community College Kirtland, OH<br />
Doris Nell Lebanon High School Lebanon, OH<br />
J. Nelson duPont Manual High School Louisville, KY<br />
Mary B. Nicolini Penn High School Mishawaka, IN<br />
Amy C. Nock Ursuline Academy Cincinnati, OH<br />
Kimberly A. O’Dell Newark High School Newark, OH<br />
Michael T. O’Donovan New Trier High School Winnetka, IL<br />
William D. O’Neal Parkway West High School Ballwin, MO<br />
John P. O’Toole Solon High School Solon, OH<br />
Cheryl M. Orebaugh The Wellington School Columbus, OH<br />
Richard H. Orndorff William Mason High School Mason, OH<br />
Penelope H. Orr Hawken School Gates Mills, OH<br />
Barbara Osburg Parkway North High School St. Louis, MO<br />
Anne H. Padilla Bowling Green Senior High School Bowling Green, KY<br />
Mr. Chris Pearson Bishop O’Connell High School Arlington, VA<br />
Kent R. Peightal Cathedral Preparatory School Erie, PA<br />
Duane J. Perspyk Eden Prairie High School Eden Prairie, MN<br />
Edward L. Poe Lawrence Central High School Indianapolis, IN<br />
Ann H. Pollio Ballard High School Louisville, KY<br />
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Craig E. Potter Perry Meridian High School Indianapolis, IN<br />
Barbara A. Powell Lebanon High School Lebanon, OH<br />
Mary K. Pratscher St. Francis High School Wheaton, IL<br />
Lynda Primavera Pope John Paul II High School Boca Raton, FL<br />
Anna M. Ptasznik Grosse Pointe South High School Grosse Pointe, MI<br />
B. Scott Quade Medina Senior High School Medina, OH<br />
Mary Jane Reed Solon High School Solon, OH<br />
Wendy L. Relich Whitefish Bay High School Whitefish Bay, WI<br />
Luanne F. Richardson St. Vincent-St. Mary High School Akron, OH<br />
Nancy J. Richter Sacret Heart Griffin High School Springfield, IL<br />
Christina Conklin Rode St. Ursula Academy Toledo, OH<br />
Alice Rote Copley High School Copley, OH<br />
Barbara Salate Notre Dame-Cathedral Latin School Chardon, OH<br />
Cheryl Salzman Colerain High School Cincinnati, OH<br />
Robert Sauerbrey La Salle High School Cincinnati, OH<br />
Jason D. Scales Daviess County High School Owensboro, KY<br />
Dianne Schanoy Maine Township High School South Park Ridge, IL<br />
Robert C. Schantz Canterbury School Fort Wayne, IN<br />
S. K. Schrotenboer Forest Hills Central High School Grand Rapids, MI<br />
Jane A. Schwalbach New Trier High School Winnetka, IL<br />
Linda A. Schwegman St. Henry High School Saint Henry, OH<br />
Anna Segreto Community School <strong>of</strong> Naples Naples, FL<br />
Joseph Serraglio Saint Edward High School Lakewood, OH<br />
Carol L. Sheldon South Central High School Greenwich, OH<br />
Joyce E. Shrimplin Wadsworth Senior High School Wadsworth, OH<br />
Suzie Sime Eden Prairie High School Eden Prairie, MN<br />
Rebecca L. Simpson Edgewood High School Trenton, OH<br />
Elizabeth A. Singleton Carmel High School Carmel, IN<br />
Carolyn S. Smith Madison High School Middletown, OH<br />
Chuck V. Smith Celina High School Celina, OH<br />
Connie S. Smith Sycamore High School Cincinnati, OH<br />
Jaime Smith Lemon-Monroe High School Monroe, OH<br />
Susan J. Smith Bellaire High School Bellaire, OH<br />
Karen L. Snedaker Dublin C<strong>of</strong>fman High School Dublin, OH<br />
Timothy L. Snook Highland High School Medina, OH<br />
Linda O. Specht Strongsville High School Strongsville, OH<br />
Clare E. Squance Talawanda High School Oxford, OH<br />
Kevin Starr Clarence High School Clarence, NY<br />
Kristen B. Statt Bishop Fenwick High School Middletown, OH<br />
Sr. Mary Alice Stein Carroll High School Dayton, OH<br />
Lynn Stevenson William V. Fisher Catholic High School Lancaster, OH<br />
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Carolyn M. [Remeta] Stewart St. Clairsville High School St. Clairsville, OH<br />
Michael Stratton Middletown Senior High School Middletown, OH<br />
Marty Strohmeyer Chaminade College Prep School Saint Louis, MO<br />
Timothy J. Stults Hamilton High School Hamilton, OH<br />
Julie H. Susser Fox Chapel High School Pittsburgh, PA<br />
Larry S. Sweeney Olentangy High School Lewis Center, OH<br />
M. Lynn Taylor Eastmoor Academy High School Columbus, OH<br />
Dennis Thomas Chaminade-Julienne High School Dayton, OH<br />
Lisa R. Thomas Bloomington High School Bloomington, IL<br />
Cherie A. Thompson Hawken School Gates Mills, OH<br />
Janet M. Tillitski-Clark Glen Oak High School Canton, OH<br />
Diane M. Tinucci Lafayette High School Ballwin, MO<br />
Joseph Tomba Lake Catholic High School Mentor, OH<br />
Tiffany Toombs Clear Fork High School Bellville, OH<br />
Helen Trares Archbishop Hoban High School Akron, OH<br />
Cheryl M. Trivisonno Dublin C<strong>of</strong>fman High School Dublin, OH<br />
Sally S. Vance Worthington-Kilbourne High School Columbus, OH<br />
Kathleen Veith Hudson High School Hudson, OH<br />
J. Michael Wagner Cincinnati Hills Christian Academy Cincinnati, OH<br />
Frances L. Waible Antioch Community High School Antioch, IL<br />
Lisa (Dalessandro) Walker Mayfield High School Mayfield, OH<br />
Susan N. Wallace Chattahoochee High School Alpharetta, GA<br />
Ellie Warning Lincoln-Way Community High School New Lenox, IL<br />
C. Kay Watson Lakota East High School Middletown, OH<br />
Sandra M. Weichert Lawrence Central High School Indianapolis, IN<br />
Eric J. Wentz Highland Park High School Highland Park, IL<br />
David P. Wetta York Community High School Elmhurst, IL<br />
Linda Wheatley London High School London, OH<br />
Richard A. Williams Hubbard High School Hubbard, OH<br />
Allison L. Wischer Wyoming High School Wyoming, OH<br />
Melissa J. Wolfe-Izworksi Sycamore High School Cincinnati, OH<br />
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