Potomac's eighth grade English students read and discuss The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros. The book is a series of short vignettes that together capture the characters, setting, and stories of a particular neighborhood in Chicago. The vignettes are written from the perspective of a fictional narrator and are based loosely on Cisneros's own experiences as well as those of her students. Some of the vignettes are humorous or action-packed; some are heart-wrenching or shocking. All are deliberate in their use of figurative language, poetic elements, grammar conventions, and pacing.

Each eighth grader composed at least one vignette for inclusion in this digital collection. They wrote in the style of Sandra Cisneros, as they interpreted it based on their notes and our class discussions, yet they set it in a time and place of their own choosing. While some of these vignettes are based on the author's personal experience, many of them are purely fiction, an imagining of characters and circumstances that seemed ripe for this assignment. Students also used this assignment to experiment with new vocabulary words and techniques involving punctuation and sentence structure.

We encourage you to leave comments below vignettes that strike you in some way. Please keep your comments positive and specific; this is not the place for critiques or suggestions. Enjoy the creativity and vibrancy of these students' literary efforts.

Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Snow

I woke up and got dressed as if it were any normal school day. Then I went to brush my teeth and as soon as I opened the door everything was really bright. I wondered why it seemed like the middle of the day. Then I peered out the window and saw something beautiful. Snow, lots and lots of snow. I was really excited, but then I got worried for a moment. There was a chance they had cleared the roads and we would be going to school. I rushed downstairs to make sure we had a snow day. My parents were sitting on the couch having coffee. They said “No School!” I was relieved and psyched that I got to play in the snow. I immediately got my snow gear and went outside. I built a snow fort and made a pile of snowballs, ready to fire at my brother who did the same. Then he jumped out from behind his fort and I pelted him with snowballs. I kept hitting him but he kept running toward me. When he was close enough he started throwing at me so I decided to abandon my fort and run for it. We played for a while and then got out our sled and went down to the big hill next to the library. He went first and since he was so light he flew right off the sled and on to his face. Luckily, the snow broke his fall so he was alright. Then I got in the sled and went down the hill. I felt great to feel the wind at my face. Just as I was about to come to a stop I wiped out. I had forgotten to steer. I flipped right off the side and had the same fate as my brother, a face full of snow. When the day was over I we went home. When we walked through the front door the phone rang. My dad answered it and after he hung up he turned and said to us “Schools cancelled tomorrow.”

~ Doug C.

2 comments:

  1. Great story I remember something similar happening to me.

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