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.
The Need For
Speed
It was another Tuesday afternoon. I'd
bought some speed and I was finally taking it out of my backpack. I
opened the small bag containing the pills, then I slowly started
taking them. All of a sudden my roommate walked in and saw what I was
doing, and before I knew it I was in the bathroom in a big tub of
cold water. Then my roommate started scolding me and I started
yelling back at him that it was my life and he should butt out and
leave me alone!
Then he grabbed my shoulders and started
shaking me. By this time I was freaking out because the speed had
begun its work. Then my roommate stormed out and returned with a
towel that he threw at me. I stepped out of the tub and used the
towel to wipe off as much water as I could. When I looked up again he
wasn't there, so I walked into my room. And there he was standing by
the trash throwing away what was left of my speed. I told him, hey
man, that's about fifty bucks right there, but he just looked at me
and kept throwing the drug into the trash. Then I yelled again, "Hey
man, that's fifty bucks right there!" But he frowned at me and shook
his head and walked out of my room. After setting the trash in the
kitchen he walked back to my room and stood at my door staring at me
with really angry eyes. He said that I'd better clean up my act or
he'd move out. I looked at him in amazement because we'd been friends
since we first met at school and I didn't want to lose my best
friend. So I told him that I would go to a recovery
center.
A couple days later I was sitting in a room
full of strangers that were talking about their addictions. I thought
they were pathetic because they were talking about themselves and
their problems. After going back to my assigned room I started to get
shaky because I hadn't taken speed for a long time, and not having it
really felt bad. I lay down and really felt sick through the whole
night. I was shaking and sweating really hard. The next day I went
back to the meetings and this time they chose me to speak. I looked
around at everybody staring at me with zombie-like eyes and I got
nervous and wanted to leave because it was hard to talk to them. But
I just opened my mouth and started telling everybody what I had gone
through. When I finished they came over and patted me on my back
because I had made it this far and I was in recovery. They made me
feel really good because I got it all out I felt these people were
supporting me, and since then it's gotten easier to speak to them
about my problems.
A couple months later the doctor told me I
could go home but that I should stay away from all drugs. Then I
called my roommate and told him to come and pick me up. After I hung
up I found my new friends and said my goodbyes. I waved at them as I
left the building, then I jumped into my roommate's car and we headed
back to the apartment.
For a couple years now I haven't touched any
drugs. My roommate just got married and he and his wife went off on
their honeymoon. As I was walking back to my apartment from the
wedding to change my clothes, I saw a person buying some drugs from a
teenager. I felt really angry inside because I knew that used to be
me. When I got back to my apartment I started to cook dinner. While I
was cooking, though, I couldn't stop thinking about the kid who was
selling drugs and how much it angered me. I wasn't paying attention
and I burned myself on the pot I was handling. I dropped it and it
splashed food all over the place. Ever since then, every time I cook
I think of that stupid kid and about how stupid I was myself for even
starting drugs!
By Robert
Pitka
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