....INTRODUCING.... the STUDENT SECTION...

From this page you can link up to just about everything... assignments and projects coming up... writings that other students have done in your class or in others.... events and announcements from myself, Miss Priebe, and... links to sites that you may want to visit on your own time or even in class when permitted...

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Not doing too well in Priebe's class?

You need extra credit!!

These are valid throughout the entire year, but to receive credit, get the extra credit in a week before the end of each trimester.. Thank you.

Option Number One: Go to the book I wrote (under my stories section) and read ALL of it. Write 2 pages typed on how you think it should end and/or go from there. This activity will take some time so it is worth 15 points.

Option Number Two: Research a great verse or lyrics from a song that work with life- like my quote from John Lennon on the wall. Take that verse and/or lyric and make a long poster to display in the room. The lyrics CAN NOT have ANY inappropriate language in them. This activity is worth 5 points.

Option Number Three: Any poems or stories that you want to write over and above our "normal" assignments will be accepted... You can receive UP TO: 5 points a poem or/and 25 points a story.... Stories MUST be at least 2 pages typed long and poems MUST be at least 10 lines long... ONLY ones of EXCEPTIONAL quality receive the full amount of points....

Those are the only options for right now. If you were to hand in things when they are due and study for tests- YOU WILL NOT NEED EXTRA CREDIT!!

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.....secret... poems... these are by me...

you could end up being the one for me

that would throw me for a leap, you see

don't know how I'd handle that

In my mind, that idea has sat...

 

I toss it around like a tennis ball

trying to deal with the reality of it all.

 

Taking pictures of me for you

To look at- to view...

Scares me to think of what you'll think

Nose too stubborn? Cheeks too pink?

 

You've rearranged my head

Made me think deeply about my bed

My independence is questioned

my future- possibly enlightened

 

All because of you-

Someone I once knew

 

Not many do this to me

Make me question who with I could be

 

Questions, wonderings, and nerves

All inhabiting my mind as it swerves

 

Thank you for stopping me on my path

changing my relationship math.

 

=November 4, 1999

bing bong bomb

nothing's wrong

bing bong song

come on- sing along

 

 

bit bite blew

snot into my shoe

bit bite beat

there is nothing to eat

 

mine yours hole

i have a mole

mine yours ours

could you look at me for hours?

 

hey he who

come hear Lou

hey he me

YOU are all i see

 

come came congo

play on your bongo

come came gone

something's wrong.

 

=November 2, 1999

my writing too has been tinkered

you create more in me that has lingered

 

you've added more volume to my imagination

and more to my neuron congregation

 

flabbergasting sybil is not an easy task

hopefully- you are not wearing a mask

so odd to think of you rather than him

placing me out on this emotional limb

 

jump into your arms- i hope

with you, life- I can easier cope

 

missing you in minnesota

blowing kisses to california

 

=November 1999

Enable your heart

to send pain to your soul

twist it, mix it, churn it

out

as power, truth, courage

knowledge

Enable your body to

sliver from it's past skin

hugs, kisses, touches

to cleanse

be ready for newness

Enable yourself

to prepare for love's losses and

sometimes it is a fumble

somedays it's a field goal

Enable your spirit

to come back- jump over the net to win the point

soar into the hoop at a second

Enable yourself for occurences

that please you

live them carefully, but with

knowing not all will be lost if

you lose

the team's record could get broken anyway

You could find another

 

And you have

and you will.

 

=November 1999

LUCKY NUMBER SEVEN

 

It took god 7 days to create life

It took me 7 days to get you through me

don't be flattered because

I redeveloped me in those 7 days

I redesigned my crushed heart

made it a f**king ROCK

I cried- got you OUT of me in 7 days

and now I write this little ditty

about how good I feel after those 7 days

7 weeks later I was even stronger

BISON LIKE in courage and guts

in 7 months I will probably be

with someone else and in these

7 minutes I have just realized

how true this all is.

I shall smile 7 smiles, eat a Twix,

lose 7 pounds and not think of you until

7 o'clock......

=October 24, 1999

TITLE: Why does Mr. Clean wear an earring?

jellowalking in a maze of people

that APPEAR to know

what the world says and i don't

but contrary to

any beliefs popular or not, or both,

which is the same-

No one is more knowledgeable

in much more> even those like myself

who vow to trudge towards

ENLIGHTENMENT

on a daily time schedule.

How does it all function?

How do we find someone to catch our

drift> our individualness

our spiritual and personal nakedness?

Do they- will they jump into me

bibbed lap as i eat cereal around 6:16 am?

Does god whisper your path over a

candlelight lunch one day?

How do we find out? Through a BIG

PHONE BOOK SOMEWHERE? Does

USWest have the answer in the silver pages?

meanwhile I am teaching words

to little people that look up to me or at me

with eager eyes wanting their pupils

filled with wisdom

The more I say to them that I feel is

necessary

The more I am unsure

of how to put it> place it before

their innocence.

Young minds trying to blossom

with drugs or ungood activities.

How do I portray what they need?

Where do I go to get my own eyse filled?

Tattooed with wisdom.

i go jellowalking by my lakeshore

daydream about him and her

me and a future him

and ponder a time when i will

UNDERSTAND

though> i know that is unheard of

i know this as a teacher

i am a student of the world

=October 1999

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FRESHMEN PAGE...

November 2000

  • Fall Trimester: Fun Creative Projects.... Short Story Unit.... A Poetry Project... Romeo and Juliet... Winter Trimester: a novel of some sort.... a small research project.... Spring Trimester: Large Projects... another novel or play... another Short Story Unit and possibly end with some more poetry
  • Midterm Projects will be discussed a few weeks into the school year and will be due in January...
  • Final Projects will be handed out/ talked about in February and due in May...
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Freshmen Students' Writing

4 page fictional story

My fictional story starts out as me being king of the world. I am the

ruler of everything. My life couldn't be any better. I have the most

fun toys that anyone could ever ask for. Cause, of course I am the

ruler, the head honcho, the big cahuna, of all snowmobiles and dirt bikes

and 4-wheelers in the world. You can just call me "Bill Gates Jr." I

have so much money that that is what my bed is made out of. My

business�K and f marine co. That's right, there's only two of these stores

located in the world. One of which is in Battle Lake, MN. It's located

right in my very own house, about a half a block away from the school.

Right now I have just started, so there isn't any ATV's and what not in

stock yet, but their coming! For advertisement I have been using my

own equipment. It's all in mint condition and the best in the world.

My snowmobiles is an 980 rotax ski-doo summit, with all of the highest

features like heated handle grips, thumb warmer, heated seats, long

track, back rest, studs, ski skins, electric start, optional 2-up seat,

foot warmers, and much much more! The 4-wheeler is an 700 with all of the

top features, and the dirt bike is an 1000cc's with all of the top

features also. I really like to have some of my friends over so that they

can share the fun with me also, so I have about 5-10 people over every

other day to ride the stuff. Some people always say that it is good

for the engine to be run like that every now and then.

Being the richest person in the world makes me feel so good. It's

kind of like being a god, or the king of a country, knowing that there are

a lot of people out there that are willing to do what ever you'd want

them to do and knowing that they respect you above all other's.

The next day was the day that I would have some friends over to go out

and party by running the equipment that I own. There were seven

friends that showed up. We had a blast ridding the dirt bikes through all of

the snow that was on the ground. There was like know traction to get

any were fast, but that I think is what made it the most fun and the

most safest.

Tomorrow was the day that I had to get all of the equipment looked

over and checked, to make sure that everything was running correctly and

that there were no break downs and for futuristic references.

It is now the next day and I am on my way to the body shop. I just

had a call and the person on the other line said that there were a few

shipments of snowmobiles and four-wheelers coming in and that they would

call when they arrived at the house.

It has now been one and a half hours and they had just called and said

that by the time that I got home from the shop that they would be there

waiting for me and I would be there in approx. 5-10 minutes.

I got there safely and so did they. We unloaded them all found a spot

for them. Some how the word had gotten out that the shipments were in,

because there is a huge line waiting to buy brand new snowmobiles.

They range from about 7-9 of each brand of sled that they make. People

were there buying and buying and buying, while I was getting richer and

richer and richer. The sleds were getting fewer and fewer by the minute

and at about $6,500 a sled, I thought that was pretty good!

I don't know why but there was a noise in the background saying wake

up Benn, wake up. I did not know what it was but then all of a sudden

POOF!!!

I woke up and my mom was yelling at me to get out of bed cause I was

late for school. I was wondering what she was talking about when it was

still summer vacation, but I got up anyway and looked to see if all of

my money was still there, and it wasn't. "I dreamed all of that" I

said to myself? Darn it anyway. Oh well, at least I will still get to

have the best snowmobile in Battle Lake, for a while at least. Someday I

will be that rich and have those nice things like that.

The End By: Benn

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