This collection of student work is from
Frank Keim's classes. He has wanted to share these works for others
to use as an example of Culturally-based curriculum and documentation. These
documents have been OCR-scanned. These are available
for educational use only.
I Am Kerrie... With
AIDS
I remember that night so clearly,
like it was yesterday. Every night for six years I lay on my bed and
remembered that beautiful night. This one night of passion caused me
a lifetime of pain. Except that my "lifetime" won't be as long as I
want it to be. The doctor said that I have three years to live. Now I
wish that when I was younger I was more educated about HIV and AIDS
and the way they were transfered. I would have been more careful with
what I was doing. Now I have to make the best of this short life that
I have left, and I will surely help educate the people in my
community.
Remembering the day I found out I had
HIV is like remembering my name. It started off like a normal day.BUZZZZZZZZ,
my alarm clock was
ringing in my ear at 6:30 a.m. and I reached over to shut it off. I
opened my eyes and saw that the sun was shining beautifully through
my bedroom window. I could hear the birds outside my window chirping
their good mornings to each other. I smiled and inhaled my first
concious breath of air. I smelled the sweet aroma of pancakes and
syrup which was to be my breakfast. Slowly I rolled out of my
comfortable bed and got ready for school.
"Kerrie, the doctor needs to see you
before you go to school today!" my mother shouted at me as I walked
out the door. When I stepped outside I could feel that the sun had
already warmed the air to make this late spring day feel like summer.
I walked to the clinic where I got checked a month ago and asked for
Dr. Rangbang. When I walked in his office he told me to sit down and
asked me where my mother was, and told me to call her to come to
Rangbang's clinic. I could feel my stomach tighten as I hung up the
phone. When I sat down I felt dizzy and wanted to throw up. I knew
something bad was going to happen, but it just didn't occur to me
that at this point nothing could get any worse than the news I was
about to receive. My mother walked in the door and Dr. Rangbang told
her to have a seat. She paused for a second with a look of worry on
her face, then sat down and joined us in the uncomfortable
silence.
"I don't know what to say, or how to
say what it is I'm going to say," Dr. Rangbang's words came stumbling
out of his mouth in a dry flat tone. He hesitated to go on for about
thirty seconds. In those brief seconds the tension that hung inside
the little room was so thick you could practically cut it with a
knife.
"Kerrie you tested positive for HIV," Dr. Rangbang said
quietly but loud enough for me to hear. I sat there in shock not moving or
speaking.
A loud buzzing was going through my
head, and scenes from the last time I had sex were flashing before my
eyes. I wanted to curl up in a corner somewhere and die. I could feel
the anger and fear building up inside me and start to bubble over
like a steaming pot. I wanted to reach out and strangle someone, but
I kept still and quiet.
That was six years ago. Now I make
the best of what I've got and what will happen. People treat me the
same as they used to because they know they can't get HIV from
hanging out with me. I also help educate the youth and my peers about
the HIV and AIDS virus and how it can happen to anyone. Take it from
me, either be safe or be sorry.
By Charlotte
Alstrom
Right
now, one of every four new HIV infections occurs in a person
less than 22 years old.
My name is
Kerry and I have
AIDS
(Now I'm dead!)
Going,
Going Gone!
Man and the
Environment
Christmastime Tales
Stories real and imaginary about Christmas, Slavik, and the New Year
Winter, 1996 |
Christmastime Tales II
Stories about Christmas, Slavik, and the New Year
Winter, 1998 |
Christmastime Tales III
Stories about Christmas, Slavik, and the New Year
Winter, 2000 |
| Summer Time Tails 1992 |
Summertime Tails II 1993 |
Summertime Tails III |
| Summertime Tails IV Fall, 1995 |
Summertime Tails V Fall, 1996 |
Summertime Tails VI Fall, 1997 |
| Summertime Tails VII Fall, 1999 |
Signs of the Times November 1996 |
Creative Stories From Creative Imaginations |
| Mustang Mind Manglers - Stories of the Far Out,
the Frightening and the Fantastic 1993 |
Yupik Gourmet - A Book of
Recipes |
|
| M&M Monthly |
|
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| Happy Moose Hunting! September Edition 1997 |
Happy Easter! March/April 1998 |
Merry Christmas December Edition 1997 |
| Happy Valentine’s
Day! February Edition
1998 |
Happy Easter! March/April Edition 2000 |
Happy Thanksgiving Nov. Edition, 1997 |
| Happy Halloween October 1997 Edition |
Edible and Useful Plants of Scammon
Bay |
Edible Plants of Hooper Bay 1981 |
| The Flowers of Scammon Bay Alaska |
Poems of Hooper Bay |
Scammon Bay (Upward Bound Students) |
| Family Trees and the Buzzy Lord |
It takes a Village - A guide for parents May 1997 |
People in Our Community |
| Buildings and Personalities of
Marshall |
Marshall Village PROFILE |
Qigeckalleq Pellullermeng ‘A
Glimpse of the Past’ |
| Raven’s
Stories Spring 1995 |
Bird Stories from Scammon Bay |
The Sea Around Us |
| Ellamyua - The Great Weather - Stories about the
Weather Spring 1996 |
Moose Fire - Stories and Poems about Moose November,
1998 |
Bears Bees and Bald Eagles Winter 1992-1993 |
| Fish Fire and Water - Stories about fish, global warming
and the future November, 1997 |
Wolf Fire - Stories and Poems about Wolves |
Bear Fire - Stories and Poems about Bears Spring,
1992 |
Marshall
Cultural Atlas