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.
Where Did They All
Go?
It was a dark and stormy night when
someone, somewhere in the town of Weirdsville, stood near their
window watching the tempest. Lightning was crashing and thunder was
roaring. Shutters were flapping and howling noises were made by the
wind. Clar Klent was staring out his big living room window at his
marvelous pop can castle hoping that the glue and tape would hold out
through the wild and vicious storm. Piles and piles of bags and boxes
full of extra pop cans were stacked near his fence. Clar watched
about twenty or thirty pop cans blow away with the wind.
"Oh well," he thought, "what's a few
pop cans going to do to the land? Nobody really cares about a few pop
cans being scattered around on the ground, I hope." Another bolt of
lightning crashed and Clar felt the hair on the back of his neck
rising. He listened to the wild thunder rumbling in the sky and
watched the rain hit against the window. Splat, splat, splatter
splut... BANG! Clar's head bolted in the direction of the sound. It
was coming from outside, in Clar's front yard. It was very dark that
night and almost impossible for him to see out the window. Crash,
bang, pow! Lightning was striking left and right! That's when Clar
noticed something was missing. His extra pop cans were gone! They had
disappeared right under his nose! "Where could they have possibly
gone?" he asked himself. "They couldn't have all blown away with the
wind! Oh my gosh!" Clar started panicking. He didn't know what to do.
He ran to the closet and threw on his rain coat and quickly pulled on
his boots. Clar's head was spinning like a merry-go-round in fast
forward. His mind was racing and his muscles felt like jelly as he
rushed out the door and into the stormy night. Pushing hard against
the wind, it seemed like hours before he got to the fence, to where
all his popcans used to be. "They're gone! They're really all gone,
gone in a flash. Right in front of my eyes!" Clar was shouting in
rage. He ran back in the house to call the police. "Oh, by golly,
what bad luck! The phone lines are dead!" Clar lay down on the sofa
and cried himself to sleep.
Clar was awakened by bright sunlight
shining through the window and the sound of birds singing happily
outside his window. "Ah, maybe it was only a dream!" he shouted
excitedly, remembering what happened that night. "Maybe it was all a
terrible nightmare!" He ran to the window and looked outside
expecting to see his popcans piled up where they were supposed to be.
But they weren't there, and his heart sank. Clar phoned the police
and explained to them what happened.
Somehow he got search warrants to
search all the houses that he suspected would have done such a thing.
He searched and searched but didn't find any popcans. Clar was losing
hope. "I'm never going to find them," he thought sadly to himself.
The last house came into sight, but it was emtpy too. So Clar started
walking home. Just before he got home he heard an odd noise coming
from his neighbor's house. Crunch, crunch, crunch! The sounds got
louder and louder and Clar got closer to the fence. "Neighb, you
thief!" Clar shouted, as he sneakily peeked though the cracks in the
fence then he ran inside Neighb's yard. "Why did you steal my
popcans?"
"Aw geez," Neighb cried, "last week
when I asked you what you were going to do with all the cans after
you finished your pathetic little castle, you said you were going to
throw them away and it ticked me off. I just had to do something.
Those cans can be recycled. Clar and Neighb argued and argued about
the popcans until they finally came to a stop.
"Clar, if you promise to recycle the
cans when you are done, I will promise to give back your
cans.
"Okay. Good deal."
They both went home
smiling.
By
Charlotte Alstrom
"When we try to pick out
anything by itself, we
find it hitched to
everything else in the universe!"
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 |
Marshall
Cultural Atlas