 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.
Theresa George
Lord of the Flies
Part II
My name is Ralph. After the soldiers came they
asked us a lot of questions. No one answered the men's questions. I
tried to speak but I couldn't. Tears were running down my cheeks like
a clear running stream. Finally, one of the men took me and brought
me away from rest of the crowd. He sat me down on the sand and asked
me if we were the only ones on the island. I
said we were, and then he asked me how we got on the
island? I sat there for a minute trying to
remember exactly how we got to the island. My mind was just a blur soI told the
man I couldn't remember. He then asked me why the rest of the boys had marks
on their faces andI didn't. I started
crying again, remembering Piggy and Simon's death. He then told me to
take deep breaths and to calm down. I did as he told me too, fearing
what he would do if I didn't obey what he said. After calming down,
he asked me the same question. I told him it
was a game we were playing. He asked me if I was sure and I told him
I was. Then the last question he asked was how long we were on the
island? I told him I couldn't remember. He then told me that I could
go back to the rest of the boys while he talked to another man. I
told him I wanted to stay near him. He looked down at me and asked
why. Trying to come up with a reason to stay, the only one I
came up with was to examine his badges. He called one
of the other men over and took him a little ways away from whereI was standing.
I couldn't hear what they were talking about. The only
part I heard was getting the food from a
water-proof bag. Then the man who was asking me the questions came
over and asked me if we had anything to eat. I
told him the forest had burned down, so did the fruit
trees. He told me that we should go over to the other boys. SoI followed behind
him wondering why he didn't ask how the forest burned down, and hoping he
wouldn't
ask.
When we got back to the others Jack and his crew
were whispering. Then they fell silent. I looked up and met Jack's
eyes. His eyes were full of hate and his expression was different,
like he had something planned. I turned away, Just as the other man
brought the canvas bag and sat it down on the sand. The guy who was
asking the questions opened the bag and took some food out and lay it
upon the sand. He then turned to us and told us that we should have
something to eat. I took a couple of steps before realizing I was the
only one going towards the food. I turned and saw Jack and his crew
watching me with hateful eyes. I shivered and my whole body felt
cold. The man looked at me curiously, wondering why I'd stopped.I then looked
down, not realizing the man had come up to me. He looked down at me and asked
why I stopped. I
looked up into his eyes, a tear rolling down my left
cheek. He asked me what was the matter. Choking on my tears, I
told him we had not eaten real food in a long time.
We were silent for a minute then he took me by my shoulders and
walked beside me to the food and told me to eat. I
sat on the sand by the food and ate as much as I
could. Paying so much attention to my food, I didn't hear the man and
Jack talking. Soon I heard Jack's harsh voice saying, no! I
turned and saw the man and Jack talking mean to one
another. I heard Jack telling the man to get off of their island,
saying it belonged to Jack and his hunters. The man must 've said
something to make Jack mad because Jack then fell silent. "Oh god,
please don't let anything terrible happen," I muttered to myself.
Jack's eyes grew narrow, and he looked quickly at his crew and back
at the man. Then in a flash Jack speared the man in the chest and
took off. The food I was eating dropped, andI froze, not moving a muscle.
The men ran after Jack and the other boys but they
were too fast. Then one of the men came over to me and tied me up. I
was wondering what was going on because I thought they knew I wasn't
part of Jack's group. I looked up to the man who was tieing me up and
asked him what he was doing. He told me that he was tieing me up. But
I told him I was on their side. He then accused me of being one of
Jack's crew. On hearing that, tears roiled down my cheeks. When he
asked me what was the matter, I told him the whole story, about how
Piggy and Simon had been murdered and how Jack and his crew were out
to kill me when we bumped into the men, and about how the forest
burned down. I looked up into his eyes and I could see he believed
what I was saying. He asked me if that was why
I was the only one without any paint on my face, and I said yes. He
took his knife and cut the rope, then called the other men over and
told them my story.
The man who had been speared by Jack had died
instantly, so everyone got ready to leave the island as soon as
possible.They weren't going to bother looking for Jack and the rest
of the boys because they had killed a man. The police would have to
take care of it from here on.
After reaching home I was very happy to see my
parents. They told me they had been looking for us for so long they
had almost given up hope that they would ever see me again. I still
have nightmares of what happened, and I know I will continue having
the nightmares for quite some time.
The men who had come to my rescue told the police
where the rest of the boys were, and when the police went to the
island they found that Eric had also been murdered. Since Jack and
his crew had no food to eat, they killed Eric and ate him. The lastI heard was
that all the boys were put in a
mental institute and being treated for schizophrenia.
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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