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Yup'ik RavenMarshall 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.

 

 

 

 

Close Call!

 

As the world of wonder grew and more and more factories were being built in the village, Marshall became a huge town with even a big saw mill. I thought this was just going to be temporary but after I went to the meeting I found out that this was going to be forever!

The people at the meeting thought it would be great to earn a few more dollars, but Charlotte and I thought it was wrong. Since we were always being mischief in Frank's class I thought it would be fun to do some mischief with Charlotte inside the saw mill. Late that night I called Charlotte. "Hi Char, what's up?" I asked. "Nothing, how about you?" she muttered over her yawn. "Oh nothing really. Urn, Urn, you wouldn't be up to some mischief right now would you?" Then I heard a gasp. "I wouldn't mind doing any kind of mischief!" From the sound of her voice I could tell she was hyped up. "Come down to my house then and I'll tell you what we're going to do. Oh yeah, and swipe Fred's four wheeler too, okay," I said, trying to keep calm.

Within minutes she was down at my house. "Hi Char, come in," I said smiling. She walked into my room and sat on the bed. "Want some popcorn? It might take a while to get our plan done," I said quietly. "What plan? You never told me about a plan," she asked. "I'll show you in a little bit," I said, as I went out the door. I walked back into my room with a big bag of microwaved popcorn. "Holy popcorn!" she yelled, almost waking my parents. "Quiet down okay, please," I scolded. Then I showed her my plan. "Okay, this is where Fred's four wheeler comes in," I said, smiling at Charlotte. "We aren't going to wreck it, are we?" she asked curiously. "No there should be no harm done if we do this right. And we have to do it right or else we'll get in big trouble," I said, whispering.

Our plan was to sneak inside the building and pull a main switch so that none of the machines would work. And we had to pull the right one so that no harm would be done to our environment. So we rode up to the factory at about 4:30 in the morning, when nobody was awake. We put nylons over our heads and leather gloves on to protect our identities. "I'm the well-known criminal from New York," Charlotte joked. "Let's just hurry up," I whispered, getting a little scared. "Well let's go then," Charlotte whispered.

We walked into the factory through an open gate that one of the security guards forgot to lock. Then we entered the biggest room which had all the machines in it and looked for the main switch box. "Charlotte, you still with me?" I asked. No one answered so I looked back and found she was gone. With a loud voice, I yelled "Charlotte!" But no answer. I thought she might be hiding behind the big saw. Then I heard her running towards me. "Come on Cheryl, we ye got to hide. Someone's coming," she said, panicking. We looked all over for the main switch we were going to pull, and finally we found it. "Look Char, it's right there," I exclaimed. "Run over and pull it!" As soon as she did, everything went black. She must have really wanted to get out of the building because she switched her flashlight on and was gone before I'd finished talking to her. Then suddenly she was back again. "Let's try and sneak out. Look for a window to crawl out of," I whispered. "I found one. Let's go!" she said hurriedly. We ran to the window and crawled through it.

"Where did you park Fred's four wheeler?" I asked, starting to panic. I followed her around the corner and jumped on. But Charlotte had a hard time starting it, and she yelled for me to try and start it. When it finally started we went a little ways and it stopped. She looked at me and yelled, "Holy cow!! There's people following us!" I looked and saw the janitor coming for us with a big crowbar in his hand. "I'm going to kill you guys! If I ever find out who you guys are I'm going to grind you into hamburger meat!" He sounded dangerous. Just in the nick of time, though, Charlotte started the four wheeler and we took off. "Boy that was a close call," I said, trying to keep calm. "I'm never going to do anything mischief with you again!" she told me. "Yeah, whatever," I laughed.

She brought me home and I couldn't sleep for a long time. I kept thinking about what we'd done. The next day I called her and told her not to tell anyone because we'd get into lots of trouble. The saw mill was shut down, I told her, and there was so much damage it probably wouldn't open again. After that, Charlotte and I were never mischief in Frank's class again

 

Cheryl Hunter

 

We do not inherit our time on this Earth from our parents. We borrow it from our chilren.

 

Mystery Murder

- Matthew Shorty

Close Call!

- Cheryl Hunter

Disrespectful

- Jack George

The Dumper

- Jonathan Boots

Where Did They All Go?

- Charlotte Alstrom

On Oily Grounds

- Garrett Evan

Dirty Oil!

- Tanya Peter

Gas!

- John Tikiun

Recycling Trash

- Mary Jane Shorty

A Near Nuclear Catastrophe

- Fred Alstrom

What A Waste!

- 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    
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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