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  1. 1. Portfolio Christine HebertPennsylvania State University LL ED 597G Fall 2011
  2. 2. Copyright © 2011 by Christine HebertALL RIGHTS RESERVED 1
  3. 3. For Dennis, my professional and personal supporter and my grandchildren, my joy 2
  4. 4. Table of ContentsPart I Original Work 1. Credo 4 2. A Poem 5 3. Getting a BIG, BIG Dog Off the Couch 6 4. I Remember a Day 7 5. A Girl’s Room 8 6. Faith 9Part II Critiques and PhilosophyPart III Appendix Author’s Note Information About the Author Reviews 3
  5. 5. CredoI believe in truth, children crave it,I believe in humor, innate in children,I believe in empathy, to engage the soul,I believe in connections in life, from child to adult,I believe in simplicity.I believe that, when possible, the more succinct and simple writing is the mostpowerful. This belief extends to my attitude towards life, as well as my teaching. 4
  6. 6. A PoemA poem is….A short rope.Entwined with meaning,Filled with fibers,A beginning and an end,Attached to being.Although I believe in simplicity, I also think there is subtle and underlying meaningto chosen words as they are pieced together to form poetry. 5
  7. 7. Getting a BIG, BIG Dog Off the CouchHere doggie, doggie, No way.COME HERE doggie, doggie, No way.GET OFF THE COUCH Ears twitch.How about a treat? Eyes open.Push the rear, push the front, Eyes close.TRY AGAIN,PUSH the rear, PUSH the front, Tail wags.TRY AGAIN,PUSH the rear, PUSH the front,DOG on floor.Dog back on couch.I’ll sit in the chair. My Great Pyrenees who is currently 110 pounds and only a year old inspired this poem. No human can fit next to him when he is lying on the couch. 6
  8. 8. I Remember a DayI remember the sunspot glittering on the ground, Making me wonder why it danced.I remember a hummingbird dipping into morning glories, Sipping the nectar from their depths.I remember the drooping thorn tree branches, Enclosing a play area around its trunk.I remember my foot bleeding, Throbbing from a thorn in my sole,I remember someone chopping down the tree, Destroying the delight of imagination. 7
  9. 9. One morning, when I was five years old, I woke up with the sun shining on mybedroom floor. I looked out my window and saw a hummingbird flitting frommorning glory to morning glory. This was the first time I remember seeinghummingbirds and morning glories. There was also a large thorn tree in mybackyard. I was told not to play under it, but the secrecy of the dark under itsbranches enticed me. Regretfully, I got a very large thorn stuck in my foot. 8
  10. 10. A Girl’s Room Brother’s PS under my pillow, Sounds of banging on my wall. Molly and Emily on the floor Dolls dressed up for a good night. Ballet tutus, torn and dirty, Hanging on a peg.Empty dollhouse in the corner,Tiny furniture scattered.Bowed barrettes and headbands,Sparkling in the closet.Purple Teddy by my head,Waiting for its hug.Mommy’s footsteps in the hall,Time to go to sleep. 9
  11. 11. When I think of a young girl’s room, I picture my five year old granddaughter’sbedroom. 10
  12. 12. FaithFaith waited clamped to the seat. Camp would be dreadful., all her fears aboutplaying outside and insect bites threaded through her body. She knew she couldn’tget off the bus.She’d been petrified since her teacher told the class about the school fieldtrip to acamp. The permission slip lay on her desk. Maybe she could lose it and not give it toher mother. But it was attached to her weekly report and if she tore it off her motherwould know. Faith knew her mother wouldn’t let her miss a day of school unless shewas puking or running a high fever.A hand smacked her on the head. “Come on. Get off the bus. Grab your lunch,” saidher friend Cayley.It was okay for her friend to be so excited. She liked to play outside in the woodsbehind her house. She even had a treehouse out there.Everyone else was off the bus. Her friend, sitting next to the window, pushed herharder.“I can’t, I just can’t”, Faith moaned. “Do you think Ms. Mello will call my mom tocome get me?”“You’re such a baby. We’re going to have fun. Anything’s fun when you don’t have tobe at school.”Faith moved her legs sideways into the bus aisle. “Go by yourself. I’m staying here,”she said.So, there went her friend, tromping off the bus.Faith lay down on the seat. Maybe they wouldn’t notice that she was still on the bus.She crunched up her legs onto the bus seat. Now, no one would see her.Uh, oh! Footsteps sounded purposefully in the aisle. Who was it now? 11
  13. 13. Faith’s teacher touched her knee. “Faith, we’re going to have fun this week. You canstay right by me until you feel you feel safe. Nothing’s going to hurt you.”“Hurt me,” thought Faith. There were bugs to sting her; animals to bite her, and evenpoison ivy to make her itch.She knew she couldn’t get out of not getting off the bus. She knew her motherwouldn’t come get her. Most horribly, she knew her friends would laugh at her if sheshowed her fear.Faith walked down the aisle, hunched over as if her stomach hurt. Holding onto theside rails, she tentatively placed her feet on each bus step. There, she was on theground, at camp.She turned her head to look at the kids in her class. A huge bumblebee buzzed andflapped in front of her face. She ran. Her classmates’ laughter followed her. Therewere trees everywhere. What if she got lost? Reluctantly, she stopped, turnedaround, and trudged back to her classmates. Ms. Mello, her teacher, put her armaround Faith, directing her to listen to the camp director.Great! The director was dividing the class into three groups for the morning: one togo swimming first, another to go hiking with a camp counselor, and the third groupto go into a classroom with her teacher. Of course, Faith was picked to go with thecamp counselor.As Faith waited in her group, she noticed that there were big puddles along thehiking paths. If they went for a walk, how would they get around the water?The camp counselor explained that they would be hiking, but because of the recentrain there was a lot of water on the trails. They would have to walk on the sides ofthe large puddles near the bushes so they could get around the water.Faith tried. She really tried, but her cowboy boots seemed destined to slip in thewater. Oh, well. Since her boots were already wet, she might as well just walkthrough the puddles. In fact, she should just run through them! And run, she did.A loud voice stopped her in the middle of the biggest puddle on the trail. Her feetslid to a stop, her boots sinking into mud. She looked down at her feet. They werecovered in water. Her socks felt wet. Her boots were leaking.She pulled her feet out of the mud, the tops of her feet tight against the foot of eachboot. Her friend Cayley hissed at her. “Why did you have to go through the puddle?The counselor’s not going to be happy.” 12
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