Justice AdamsLanguage Arts2nd Period/7-510/8/2012 The Broken Vase Jonquil tied his shoes, sitting on the edge of his flawlessly made bed. “I’m up, Mom,” heasserted before his mother could complete the clarion wake-up call. He’d hidden the vase thathe’d accidentally broken nearly a week ago beneath his bed, hoping that no one would noticethat it was missing. “Boy, what’s gotten into you,” Mrs. Anderson said yawning, and nowstanding in the doorway with an amused look on her face. “Huh? What, Momma,” Jonquil saidstanding quickly, and moving towards the foot of the bed where he’d hid the vase. Mrs. Anderson walked into Jonquil’s room where the morning sunlight made her whitecotton robe appear to be that of an angel, and the multi-colored silk scarf on her head glistenedwith luster. “Come here,” she said, straightening Jonquil’s shirt collar and looking him over.“Well, I gotta go, Momma,” Jonquil said, standing in place as a cue for Mrs. Anderson to leavehis room. She gave him the amused look again and sighed before folding her arms. “You be sureto eat breakfast now,” she said, walking out of the door. “I will Momma,” Jonquil said followingbehind. He rushed out of the front door without his book bag, which Mrs. Anderson would fetchand hold out in front of the door, anticipating his return. “Thanks Momma,” he said, as he flungthe door open and grabbed the bag. “What’s gotten into him,” Mr. Anderson said emerging fromthe hallway and peeking out Jonquil’s spotless room. “I wish I knew,” Mrs. Anderson saidlocking the front door, and looking out of the window as the school bus rode by the house. It was
a beautiful and serene spring morning, and birds were chirping just outside of the window. “I’moff to work now, Dear,” Mr. Anderson announced in his routine voice, and kissed Mrs. Andersonon the cheek. She walked into the kitchen as she heard the key turning in the door and the lock clickinginto place. She poured a cup of the coffee that she’d been brewing since earlier that morning andflipped on the television, briefly flipping through the channels before turning the television offagain. She walked back towards the bedrooms, and decided that she would search Jonquil’s roomfor whatever it was that he’d been hiding. She searched high and low, and found nothing. Weeks had gone by, and still no one had noticed the missing vase. Mrs. Anderson walkedto the door after seeing and hearing the school bus drive past the window. She opened the door tofind a grinning Jonquil with a folded piece of paper in his hand. “I got all A’s,” Momma. “Boystop—you way behind on April fool’s day.” “No, I’m serious, Momma, look!” Mrs. Anderson took and unfolded the piece of paper. Her jaw dropped, as though she’dwitnessed a miracle. She was determined now, more than ever, to get to the bottom of it. Despiteher efforts and the fact that she had long prayed for her son’s improvements, she simply couldnot piece it together. One day while Mrs. Anderson was dusting in the living room she noticed the void, butcouldn’t pin-point it, and simply gave up trying. She sat on the sofa to rest after cleaning thehouse from top to bottom. She could hear Dahlia cooing away in the back room, and decided togo and see what she was up to. She followed the cooing to Jonquil’s room, where she found thebaby frolicking with the top half of the broken vase. “Dahli No!” she said, rushing over to gently
remove the piece from her hand. “So that’s what it is,” she said, as she began to peruse the floorfor the other half of the vase. Mrs. Anderson glued the pieces back together with some cement glue that she retrievedfrom a shelf in the utility closet, where she would hide the vase for a span after it had dried. Shementioned nothing of it to Jonquil when he returned home later that afternoon. A week or so later, Mrs. Anderson placed the vase back on the living room table where ithad originally sat along with a letter with Jonquil’s name on it. He immediately saw them bothwhen he walked through the door that day. He trembled in fear as he extended his hand to takehold of the envelope as his mother stood and watched with that now typical amused look on herface. The letter read simply, “Who would have known that a broken vase would be the meansthrough which my prayers would be answered. I fixed this one, instead of replacing it, so thatyou’ll be reminded when you see it to keep up the good work.”
The Broken Vase is a touching tale of how amother’s prayers for her son to straighten uphis act is answered after he accidentallybreaks a vase and attempts to atone for it Justice Adams is a 7th grade student at American Way Middle School aspiring, thus far, to become a video game designer.
Justice AdamsLanguage Arts2nd Period/7-510/8/2012 Reading/Design a Book Cover Project Writer’s StatementThe object of this project was to borrow a theme from either of the six stories that we have readin class thus far and to weave that theme into a story of our own. The themes that I have derivedfrom each of those stories are as follows:All Together Now by Barbara Jordan (Building a truly harmonious and racially tolerant societyrequires more than the enactment of laws, but the efforts of people working together to promoteit in their local communities—home, school, work, and/or in every facet of their lives.)Rattle Snake Hunt by Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings (Overcoming fear/preconceived notionsthrough research, observation, and interaction, just as the narrator overcame her fear of snakesduring a rattle snake hunt with a herpetologist (one who studies reptiles and amphibians.))Luckiest Time of All by Lucille Clifton (Good things can come out of chaos, just as Mrs. Elzie F.Pickens met the boy who would become her husband and her granddaughter Tee’s grandfatherduring a chaotic moment; young Mr. Pickens caught and tamed a dancing dog that had resortedto chasing young Elzie because she’d hit him in the nose with her “lucky pin” during the SilasGreene show, descriptively a sort of circus that she and her late best friend, Ovella Wilson, hadjoined.)Treasure of Lemon Brown by Walter Dean Myers (Passing along a “treasure” (possessions or alegacy) to one’s children is worth fighting for, just as Mr. Lemon Brown, a homeless formerBlues singer was prepared to fight some would-be robbers who’d heard him speak of his“treasure,” which was actually a harmonica wrapped in some newspaper clippings of articlesabout him during the height of his career, articles that he’d passed along to his son, Jesse, who’ddied in a war, and just as Greg Ridley’s father, building on his own experiences, endeavored toinstill in him the importance of an education.)Amigo Brothers by Piri Thomas (Good sportsmanship, as was exhibited by close friends,Antonio Cruz and Felix Vargas, who had both fought and won bouts representing theirManhattan (New York City) community, and who would meet up with one another in a boxingmatch where the winner would represent the Boys Club in a Golden Gloves Championship
Tournament. Though both Antonio and Felix fought vigorously until the end, in conclusion, theywould leave arm in arm before a winner was announced…)All Summer in a Day by Ray Bradbury (Do not treat anyone differently because of anidiosyncrasy and/or because they may know/claim something that is foreign to a majority—theirclaims just might prove to be true, just as Margot’s claim in this story of the sun rising upon theplanet Venus for an hour every seven years proves to be true. Venus is where Margot and severalother humans, including her skeptical classmates, resided…)------------------------------------Other Project RequirementsThis project, which required typing, additionally required creation/designing of a book cover orjacket that would be entailing of appropriate and colorful illustrations and a brief overview orsummary of the book/short story and the author, as well as a statement that promises the readeran exciting or eventful reading experience. Typing the project was a must.------------------------------Material ChoicesConstruction paper Marker Hot glueCard stock? 3 hole punch StaplerPrinter Laminating paper Copy paper Binding------------------------------I decided to utilize the order out of chaos theme, incorporating a bit of the fighting to leave atreasure for one’s children theme. Of the material choices I selected use of a printer, a stapler,and copy paper.