Just as (I suspect) many of my fellow classmates are unweariedly shaping their portfolios on this eve of our high school graduation, I too am actively
posting this entire website the night before it is due.
I now know more about HTML than I ever cared to, and have shouted for my brother and dad (who are the computer-gods I am not) more times than they care to remember. In
this frantic flash through my writings from junior and senior
year, I'm struck by how I have changed
and matured as an author, while always producing work
that reflected my passion for what I cared about and my
ability to blather on and on about what I didn't. Finally (for, of course, the customary kludge of familial input would just not be complete without it), my mom is once again admonishing
me for leaving everything to the last minute, and I am once
more protesting that I produce my best work while under pressure...
Expository Writing      
"I Search" Paper
       
"Changing Face of War" Essay
Creative Writing      
"Do I Need It?" Poem
Journals      
Journal 1 "I used to..."       
Journal 12 "R and G are Dead"
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