 Marshall
Cultural Atlas
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.
Chris Fitka
Lord of the Flies Part
II
Ralph's Revenge
As I was crying I told the Navy officer part of
the story. He and his assistant took us out to a British battleship,
and from there we were on our way home to London. While on boardI explained the
whole story to Colonel Sanders, the highest ranking officer on the ship.
He told me justice
would be done when we arrived home but somehow I
did not believe him. They put Jack and his crew in
the forecastle of the ship and me in the regular barracks.
We arrived in London a week later and our parents
were at the dock to greet us for our homecoming. I almost died of an
overdose of relief and happiness while I was
in the arms of my mother and father. Since Jack didn't have any
parents, the Colonel brought him to a juvenile home because of his
behavior on the island. I was told that Roger
and the others were going to get off easy. I did not have a problem
with the other boys, but Jack and Roger were my big concern. The look
on Simon's parents' face and Piggy's aunt's face urged me to bring
justice for what had been done, especially since Jack and Roger had
planned and attempted to kill me. I told myself to be patient and act
only when the time was right.
I passed through junior high with good grades and
a plan to erase Jack and Roger from the planet. Still this would have
to wait for a better time. I watched the two carefully and kept a low
profile. Roger went to the same high school I did and Jack remained
in the juvenile school that was located in downtown
London.
Roger and I graduated from
high school in the same year, and I heard he was going to enlist in
the British Army. I decided to go to the University of London to
become a lawyer. While there I still harbored
the hate from the big incident of my childhood. The last time I saw
Jack he was a janitor in the downtown museum and lived in a shabby
old house just a block away from the museum.
After finally finishing my eight years of
university I was hired by a small law firm
located here in London. Although I would only take care of small
cases, the pay brought food to my table and a lot more. The job
brought me satisfaction too because I would be
the last kind of person to be suspected for murder. At last I
could really plan to do it although it was harder
than I thought. Since Roger was now Colonel
Roger at the base uptown, I would have to
think of a way to get in and out of the base without anyone knowing.
One thing that would make Roger's murder easier though was that he
was single and his home was alone on the quiet side of the
base.
On a Friday night I dressed up in black and took
some ductape and a blade with me. I climbed the fence near Roger's
house and peeked through his windows. He was asleep in his bedroom
with a lamp on. One of his windows was slightly open. I quietly
sneaked in. The sound of his snoring told me his murder wasn't going
to be hard.
I jumped on Roger, turned his body face down and
taped his arms behind his back. While taping his mouth I could see
the same fear and panic in his eyes that I once experienced on the
island. Now I was giving Roger a taste of the same medicine. ThenI went out to
his refrigerator to get me a beer which I drank to celebrate the occasion.
When I got boredI taped up his nose and mouth and then fled
his house and the base with a sense that justice had been
done.
I then proceeded to Jack's house. I
peered in his window and saw him passed out on his
couch with an empty bottle on the floor near his hand. I
entered his house through his unlocked door. It had a
foul odor that made me hurry in what I was about to do. I
closed and locked all his windows and lit two candles
on one side of the room. Then I turned all his
propane stove valves and left his house.
I was sitting in my car eating peanuts about half
a block away when suddenly I heard a "Boom!"I grinned in the brightness of the
flames that
were burning the million pieces that once were Jack's house. I smiled
again and sighed. Now they were both gone, I
thought, and I wouldn't have to worry anymore about
what happened on the island during my childhood.
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 |
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| 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 |
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