Memoir Project
We had to write three poems and three vingettes, we chose two poems and two vingettes that we had to do art pieces for and then put them in a book and get it bound at Kinko's. The pieces of writing had topics such as "a dream we have for the future".
These are the two poems and two vignettes that i chose for my "Memoir Project".
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Vincent Schafer
Humanities p 4/5
Marci Neilson
13 Sep. 2010
Sunshine
It was the “Invisible children” lock in in sixth grade, I don’t remember much about it other that it was the first time we met. We dated for i don’t know maybe two months over summer break, and those two months were two of the best months ever. When seventh grade rolled around we separated, but I never lost the feelings i had for her. Seventh grade came and went, she dated lots of other guys and I always felt jealous and rejected. It wasn't until eighth grade that we really started talking again. I remember her soft always accompanied her through the halls. When i gave her a hug i ran my fingers through her hair and took in the sweet scent. her voice was like silk and her smile was like the sun creeping over the hills in the morning fog, which always brightened my day. She is the most magnificent girl I have ever met. warm hair, the sweet scent that
Vincent Schafer
Humanities p 4/5
Marci Neilson
13 Sep. 2010
Sunshine
It was the “Invisible children” lock in in sixth grade, I don’t remember much about it other that it was the first time we met. We dated for i don’t know maybe two months over summer break, and those two months were two of the best months ever. When seventh grade rolled around we separated, but I never lost the feelings i had for her. Seventh grade came and went, she dated lots of other guys and I always felt jealous and rejected. It wasn't until eighth grade that we really started talking again. I remember her soft always accompanied her through the halls. When i gave her a hug i ran my fingers through her hair and took in the sweet scent. her voice was like silk and her smile was like the sun creeping over the hills in the morning fog, which always brightened my day. She is the most magnificent girl I have ever met. warm hair, the sweet scent that
This is my first love poem. it is about my first love in middle school.
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Vincent Schafer
Humanities period 4/5
Nicolette Richards
31 Aug. 2010
Traveling Europe
My mother is from Germany and I often travelled there with her to visit my grandparents and the rest of my mother’s family. Germany is beautiful, the landscape is very lush and green. One year we drove from Germany to France. We visited friends in Lille and spent a few days in Paris. I was about eight or nine years old and ever since I wanted to do a tour of Europe when I am older. First I would fly to Frankfurt in Germany and visit my grandparents who live in a little town outside of Bonn called Weyerbusch. Once I am done there I would drive up to Berlin and visit the Brandenburg Gate and Charlottenburg a really cool castle in the middle of Berlin. After that I would drive down to the southern part of Germany to visit Neuschwanstein castle. Then I would drive or better fly down to Rome in Italy in order to visit the Colosseum and while I am there I would eat some great Italian food. I would then drive to Vatican city and see St Peters cathedral. On the way back up I would stop in Venice and ride a gondola. Then I would stop in Florence, Italy to see all of the amazing art work by Italian artists because I really like Michelangelo’s paintings and sculptures and Donatello’s sculptures. From here I would make my way to Paris through the Swiss and French country side. I would spend at least a week in Paris to see the Eiffel Tower and go to the Louvre to see the Mona Lisa. I would also like to see the Arc de Triomphe, the science museum (cite des sciences et de l’industrie), the Notre Dame cathedral and the Pantheon. After having had an awesome trip I would make my way home to San Diego. This time by plane !
Vincent Schafer
Humanities period 4/5
Nicolette Richards
31 Aug. 2010
Traveling Europe
My mother is from Germany and I often travelled there with her to visit my grandparents and the rest of my mother’s family. Germany is beautiful, the landscape is very lush and green. One year we drove from Germany to France. We visited friends in Lille and spent a few days in Paris. I was about eight or nine years old and ever since I wanted to do a tour of Europe when I am older. First I would fly to Frankfurt in Germany and visit my grandparents who live in a little town outside of Bonn called Weyerbusch. Once I am done there I would drive up to Berlin and visit the Brandenburg Gate and Charlottenburg a really cool castle in the middle of Berlin. After that I would drive down to the southern part of Germany to visit Neuschwanstein castle. Then I would drive or better fly down to Rome in Italy in order to visit the Colosseum and while I am there I would eat some great Italian food. I would then drive to Vatican city and see St Peters cathedral. On the way back up I would stop in Venice and ride a gondola. Then I would stop in Florence, Italy to see all of the amazing art work by Italian artists because I really like Michelangelo’s paintings and sculptures and Donatello’s sculptures. From here I would make my way to Paris through the Swiss and French country side. I would spend at least a week in Paris to see the Eiffel Tower and go to the Louvre to see the Mona Lisa. I would also like to see the Arc de Triomphe, the science museum (cite des sciences et de l’industrie), the Notre Dame cathedral and the Pantheon. After having had an awesome trip I would make my way home to San Diego. This time by plane !
This is my dream poem. My dream is to travel europe when i am older.
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Vincent Schafer
Humanities p 4/5
Marci Neilson
14 Sep. 2010
Pitter Patter
As thick heavy drops beat on
The window pane
As rain falls on the Weak leaves
Of the old oak that so patiently sits
Out side my window
The bell flowers bend and sag under
The constant barrage of droplets
Dark murky puddles form on the ground and
The dark read earth becomes runny and
Diluted
Cars whiz past with a whirring sound as they spray
Water from underneath their tires
The great palms whose huge leaves blow
Like flags in the wind
I close my eyes and the pitter patter
Fades away and all that is left is
The dripping landscape outside my window
Vincent Schafer
Humanities p 4/5
Marci Neilson
14 Sep. 2010
Pitter Patter
As thick heavy drops beat on
The window pane
As rain falls on the Weak leaves
Of the old oak that so patiently sits
Out side my window
The bell flowers bend and sag under
The constant barrage of droplets
Dark murky puddles form on the ground and
The dark read earth becomes runny and
Diluted
Cars whiz past with a whirring sound as they spray
Water from underneath their tires
The great palms whose huge leaves blow
Like flags in the wind
I close my eyes and the pitter patter
Fades away and all that is left is
The dripping landscape outside my window
This is my outside my window poem. It is about it raining outside my window.
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Vincent Schafer
Humanities period 4/5
Marci Nielson
Sep 15, 2010
How it began
Some say Paris is the city of love and in some cases that may be true, it was for my parents.
My father, Bill Schafer was born in the suburbs of Chula Vista, CA. My mother, Birgit Koch, was born in a little town in North-West Germany called Asbach.
One could call it fate that these two people would find each other. My father was a photographer and a painter and decided to visit Paris for inspiration. My mother was at the time working as a translator for a German company in Paris. It was then and there that fate intervened.
When my father arrived in Paris in the winter of 1994 he knew only one person, an old family acquaintance called Chloe, who happened to be the aunt of my mother’s co-worker. Bill asked Chloe if she knew anyone who could show him the city and since my mom spoke English very well her co-worker suggested for my mom and dad to meet.
A meeting was arranged at the “Place de la Sorbonne” a famous square in Paris (which my sister and I visited many years later with my parents). Since they both had no idea how the other person looked they were sitting on separate benches in the center square for a while until my mother took the courage to walk over to my father and ask for his name. That is how their relationship together began.
A year later my parents got married and my mother moved to San Diego. Another year later they welcomed a beautiful baby boy to their lives -ME!
Vincent Schafer
Humanities period 4/5
Marci Nielson
Sep 15, 2010
How it began
Some say Paris is the city of love and in some cases that may be true, it was for my parents.
My father, Bill Schafer was born in the suburbs of Chula Vista, CA. My mother, Birgit Koch, was born in a little town in North-West Germany called Asbach.
One could call it fate that these two people would find each other. My father was a photographer and a painter and decided to visit Paris for inspiration. My mother was at the time working as a translator for a German company in Paris. It was then and there that fate intervened.
When my father arrived in Paris in the winter of 1994 he knew only one person, an old family acquaintance called Chloe, who happened to be the aunt of my mother’s co-worker. Bill asked Chloe if she knew anyone who could show him the city and since my mom spoke English very well her co-worker suggested for my mom and dad to meet.
A meeting was arranged at the “Place de la Sorbonne” a famous square in Paris (which my sister and I visited many years later with my parents). Since they both had no idea how the other person looked they were sitting on separate benches in the center square for a while until my mother took the courage to walk over to my father and ask for his name. That is how their relationship together began.
A year later my parents got married and my mother moved to San Diego. Another year later they welcomed a beautiful baby boy to their lives -ME!
This is my family story vingette. It is about how my parents me in paris.