Interchangable Mindset
Kirsten Lemm
Top 10 Best Writes
#1
The Ballad Of Spongebob Squarepants
This portfolio choice was based off the assignment: Tabloid Ballad. The main reason I chose this as my #1, is because it was my favorite assignment. I had a lot of fun writin git. It was also very difficult because I couldn't include everything I wanted to say since it had a certain meter and rhyme scheme. I started off this assignment very flustered because I wasn't sure who I wanted to write about since I am not very involved in celebrities. After a lot of going back and forth between people, I finally chose Spongebob Squarepants. Without a doubt, I consider him a celebrity and I know so much about him. He was the perfect choice.
He lives in a small pineapple
Deep down under the sea
He is absorbent and yellow
And brings laughter to thee
Patrick is his best friend
Jellyfish Fields is where they run
Even though they get stung
They manage to have lots of fun
He works at Krusty Krab
And is the best fry cook in town
Flipping patties all day
Until he goes home at sundown
Garry is his pet snail
He greets Spongebob with a me-oow
Then slithers away fast
Scared by noises of a sick cow
It is Squideward next door
Playing his clarinet badly
Out his circle window
He doesn’t know he’s bad, sadly
Not very far away
Lives Sandy in her big tree dome
She is a scientist
And Texas is her home
Plankton is the menace
Who Mr. Krabs would like to kill
‘Cause Plankton tries to steal
The formula but never will
Spongebob loves where he lives
Deep down under the sea
The city Bikini Bottom
Is where he’ll always be
#2
Nyctophobia
This portfolio choice is based off of a poem called "Phobia Poem". I chose this because I put a lot of time and effort into creating this poem. It is about a phobia of mine, the dark. Ever since I was little, I have been afraid of the dark. Even thought I am 17 now, I still get spooked by the dark once in a while. When I was writing this, I chose to include that this has been a phobia of mine since I was young so that the reader would understand how real it is for me. Most people say that theyre scared of the dark as a child just because they are young. For me, I am afraid because it is a new world of the unknown that will forever haunt me. Another reason I chose to include this is because it is important to me and it shares how I feel. When I was writing this I struggled with the rhyme scheme at first, but I got it controlled. I really enjoy how this poem turned out.
I am afraid of being in the dark.
To me it’s much worse than being next to a shark.
The dark is a world of the unknown,
That send chills deep down to the bone.
It creeps up on me all day long,
And scares me when I think I am strong.
I’ve been afraid of the dark ever since I was young.
I would lie in bed at night biting my tongue,
Wondering who was lurking behind the door.
The dark is something Ive tried to ignore.
Constantly telling myself there is nothing there,
Until I hear a “pat pat”,
I cant help but lay in bed and stare.
#3
This portfolio choice was based off of an assignment called "Elegy Poem". This poem explains the pain and hard feelings that I had to go through when my family moved. I chose to include this poem in my portfolio because it really speaks from my heart and I enjoyed writing it. When I was writing it, I had trouble deciding what exactly was the main point. To express the pain in moving, or to express the metaphor of how I "lost my childhood". I did my best to express both.
The Loss of My Childhood
Packing started when the leaves fell in September
My eyes swelled knowing what was ahead
I always thought living here was sublime
But my parents had a different state of mind
They found the house of their dreams
And expected me to drink it like a cup of tea
Soon it was the end of November
Almost everything was packed except my bed
I wondered if my parents noticed their crime
Taking my childhood and making me blind
I could say nothing but silent screams
So they never understood how bad it hurt me
Moving was a day I’ll always remember
Millions of memories flew through my heavy head
As I walked out the door one last time
It felt like a piece of me was left behind
Tears poured down my cheeks like river streams
Because that house was a part of me
And now my childhood is just a memory
#4
This portfolio choice was based off of the assignment "Future Bio". I chose to include this in my portfolio because it is an honest true dream of mine to have a life like I wrote about. I spent a lot of time brain storming how I wanted to write this and what I wanted to have my life be like. This was a lot of fun to write as well. When I was writing this, I wanted to be as if I was an interior designer making a blog about my career and life. I went over this many times to touch it up.
#5
This portfolio choice was based off of the assignment "The Perfect Crime". I chose to include this choice in my portfolio because when I was writing it, I didn't want to write it. I felt like I had no idea what I was writing about and that it was going no where. I kept writing it though and I am proud of how it turned out.
#6
This portfolio choice was a personal poem that I wrote a few years back. I wrote it about a boy who sat next to me in spanish class at my old school. Over the whole term that I had that class, I studied him because there was just that thing about him that intreged me. Throughout that whole time, I never really got to know him, yet I knew him. I chose to include this poem in my portfolio because it was something I wrote a while ago, on my own, that I was very proud of.
My Future Bio
Hello and welcome to my website. I am Kirsten Lemm, a thirty-seven year old women. I title myself as a interior designer, a mother, and a peaceful person. I have my own interior design company located not far from the spectacular Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. Being an interior designer has always been my dream. My job is my dream job because I get to help people transform their lives one room at a time. The thing that I love most about my job is being able to see the change before and after I finish a project. I have always wanted to leave a mark in this world especially from doing something that is a passion of mine.
Writing is also a passion of mine. I have decided to make this website to display the projects I have done in order to promote my design company and hopefully write about myself in my free time. Outside of work I spend time with my family, I enjoy relaxing outside, doing yoga, traveling, and shopping. My family consists of my husband, my two children, and myself. We live in a beach house in Myrtle beach that my husband and I bought right when we moved to South Carolina from Minnesota. Since we bought the house we have been working on remodeling it to make it our dream house, another dream I have always had. Our dream home was recently completed this year and it is definitely what I am most proud of doing in 2035. My family spends a lot of time together at the beach, at the amusement park, and traveling back to Minnesota to visit our relatives.
Minnesota will always be in my heart. It is where I was born and raised. I grew up in Plymouth, Minnesota, attended Wayzata High School, and lived there with my family until 2014. That year my parents bought their dream home on the Mississippi River in Central Minnesota. I then attended Sauk Rapids- Rice High School until I graduated in 2017. After I graduated I went to my dream school, University of Minnesota in St. Paul, Minnesota. I graduated from their design school in 2021. After having enough of the harsh Minnesota winters, my husband and I decided to move to South Carolina and live out our dreams and be happy. A goal that I have always had is to be happy. Forever I will work as hard as I can to make others and myself happy, it is what we deserve.
Midnight Mission
Silent as a mouse, I tiptoe through my house. Since I’ve lived here my whole life, I know how to avoid all the floorboards that creek. “Keep right on the first three bottom steps, skip the 4th, then keep left on the rest. Until the top step, skip it” I whispered to myself. The hallway at the top of the stairs doesn’t make noise so it is safe to walk freely yet silent. My bare feet press into the sponge like carpet slowly. Walking without my feet making a noise as they touch the floor is a skill that I have mastered. At the end of the hallway is a sliding door that leads to the kitchen, which is about a foot open. Moonlight shining through allows me to see where the carpet ends and where the dreaded, icy, wood floor begins. Luckily, the space between the door is just big enough for me to slide through without having to open it anymore.
Entering the kitchen, I notice a pile of change on the counter. Sneaking my way across the floor silently is a little bit trickier this time. My clammy feet stick to the wood floor and are more prone to slapping when I step forward. At this time, I am beginning to regret not wearing socks. Harmlessly, I made it to the pile of change that my father left on the counter. I swiped them off the counter and right into the pocket on my flannel. Then I bent down and opened the cupboard. A plastic hose unraveled out onto the floor making clashing noise. Quickly yet silently, I picked up the hose and put it under my flannel. Still crouching in the kitchen, I waited about 30 seconds to listen if anyone else was up. No noise was heard so I stood up and made my way back to the door I entered through. With my foot, I slid the door shut. Now that a noise barrier was put up between my family’s bedrooms and I, I could turn off my house’s security system.
The main control of the security system is on the wall next to the door leading to the garage. My fingers push the rubber buttons that light up green after their pushed. “PEEP PEEP”, a small alert was let out from the control panel. Now I could go into the garage without the alarm going off. The deadbolt on the door slid to its unlocked position easily. Entering the garage, I flicked on the light and then shut the door behind me. My dad’s car was parked right next to mine just as I hoped. The gas caps on both of our cars were perfectly aligned. Smiling big, I skipped over to my dad’s car and pulled the hose out from under my shirt.
I syphoned about half of my dad’s tank into my car that night and probably 20 times before that. Some how my parents have never questioned as to where all their gas is going but I guess what they don’t know won’t hurt them.
Personal Poem
April 24, 2014
I barely know you but
Your smile makes the class
Worth sitting through but
Your voice shakes whenever you speak
And your hands tremble but
I know you think you’re worthless
And your opinion doesn’t matter but
I see how you always come to class early
Because you didn’t study last night but
Instead you were called names
And hurt by your brother but
You still tell him that you love him
Everyday before you go to bed but
After you shut the door
You cry until you fall asleep but
You don’t come to class with dark circles
Under your eyes but
You never wear short sleeves
No matter the weather but
I saw how you asked that guy to stop
When he was bullying that girl but
He didn’t listen and you didn’t ask again
You sat back down but
Instead of being mad
You looked at me and smiled but
I don’t even know you
#7
I chose to include this Mood Poem because it was another poem that I wrote and really enjoyed writing it. I re-wrote it multiple times to get what I really wanted in the poem. It is about a boy who encounters a sad lost puppy who was mistreated. It is supposed to make the reader feel sad.
Mood Poem
A slobbery tongue licking my legs like theyre salty fries,
"who do you think you are dude?"
a poor puppy so skinny for his size,
looking up at me with his begging eyes.
My wonderful day was suddenly blued.
I pick him up quick so he knows im one of the good guys.
he tells me hes sorry for the countless shoes he chewed
and he wonders why his owner only fed him lies
all he wants is some love and some food.
#8
This portfolio choice was based off of the blog post "Glourious Hair". It was one of the very first writing assignment we wrote and I ended up polishing it up so that is why I decided to include it. The story was about a boy who has picture day the day after a huge snow storm. He was supposed to get his hair cut but the storm stopped that from happening and his mom cut his hair. His mom's hair cut made him look like a Coconut. I struggled with this because I wanted to add so much more to it but I did'nt have time.
#9
This portfolio choice is a love poem that I wrote about me and my boyfriend. It's kind of cheesey, I know. But, it was an assignment and I really went all out on it and spent a lot more time than I probably should of.
Glourious Hair
Coconut Head
Yes, that's me in the bottom left photo. I will not tell you my real name because ever since that photo was taken I have been known as Coconut Head. I don't think I owe you much explanation as to why people chose that name for me, I mean look at me! You might be curious as to why I let myself take on the role of Coconut Head or even if it was my choice. Let me tell you, it was not my decision in the beginning however in the middle and until the end it is all on me. It all started the night before picture day... There was a huge snow storm and all the roads were closed. I was unable to get to my hair appointment but it was a must that I got my hair cut. I was a 13 year old boy but I looked like a girl, if that makes it clear to you how important it was for me to get my hair cut. Now I bet you're wondering why the heck I didn't cut my hair sooner. Well, I made a bet with my best friend that I could grow my hair longer than hers. Whoever lost had to get their hair chopped fresh for picture day. Thankfully, I lost.
My beloved mother volunteered herself to cut my hair. I was a little weary but I had no other choice. I sat in a chair in the middle of the kitchen. My luscious locks dropped to the floor. I felt like a free man. Without even looking at myself, I could tell it was the start of something amazing.
After she was finished I ran to the bathroom to check out my new hair do. A few steps away from the bathroom mirror, the lights went out. We had lost power due to the storm. Stuck in my excitement, I didn't worry about checking myself out. I had nothing else to do so I went to bed.
The next morning I woke up, went to the bathroom, and was in shock! My hair was NOT what I expected. How could I take a picture looking like a coconut on my head? I didn't want to upset my mother so I decided to embrace to new look.
Embracing my new hair, I walked into school with my head up and a smile on my face. I walked up to my best friend and she looked at me with a startled spark in her eye.
"Love the new hair, Coconut Head." she said to me.
That statement confirmed the reason as to why we are best friends and that was the day I became Coconut Head.
Love Poem
You caught my eye the first time I saw you
My heart lead my body to you for more
You would be special to me I knew
I hoped I was somebody you could adore
I was nervous to kiss you at first,
but when our lips touched it was better than I could ever believe.
It felt like my heart was going to burst,
When I thought how bad I never wanted you to leave.
Now I feel so lovely being in love.
You bring me sunshine when I only see rain,
Without a doubt you are my truelove,
Forever I will protect you from pain.
You make me smile for no reason,
I finally feel right were I belong.
I wish to be with you every season,
#10
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This portfolio choice was based off of an assignment for class called 2 truths and a lie. I decied to include this in my portfolio because we had tp write 3 stories that were from our lives. I spent a lot of time on them and I wanted to include them. It was hard for me to come up with the lie but I think I did a pretty good job and I did fool some of my class mates.
2 truths and a lie
Scene 1: My mother was driving me to go meet my friends at Burger King in Sauk Rapids. It was the middle of a summer day and the sun was high in the sky. If I can recall correctly, it was slightly raining earlier that day. It was an average drive on highway 10 with a few other cars around us. All of a sudden, about 200 feet in front of us, a car swerved from the right lane to the left. It spun around a full 360 degrees and then rolled into the ditch. Dust and dirt were thrown up into the air and pieces of the car were scattered on the road. “Oh my goodness!” my mom and I gasped. We switched lanes and then slowed down a little to get a better look at what had just happened as we passed. Since there weren’t many other cars on the road I thought to call the police and report it. Franticly, I got my phone out and dialed 911. I waited and waited for them to answer, “Mom, what do I tell them?” I asked. My call was never answered.
Scene 2: I hopped off the school bus with my neighbors. It was a cool spring day when I was in 1st grade. My mom was chatting with other moms so I decided to go play with my neighbors dog. I spotted him sitting at the end of the driveway looking at me and all the other humans across the street. As I crossed the street I looked back at my mom and told her that I was going to say hi to Que. She replied with “Okay!” so I went on over to him. He was a big, strong, white, and fluffy husky that was usually very friendly. I approached him with my hand out to give him a pat on the head. Que was about the height of me at the time so I reached out to give him a hug. He reacted by biting the right side of my face. I ran back to my mother screaming and crying with blood all over my face. All of the other people at the bus stop started freaking out as well. Luckily one of the mothers was a nurse so she assisted my mother. They took me to the ER. I remember screaming the whole way. The doctor gave me 7 stitches and I was left with a scar.
Scene 3: It was the day after New Years Eve, my best friend and I were sledding at a school near our houses. It was a beautiful winter day. The sledding hill was covered with kids sledding, building snowmen, and building jumps for their sleds. My friend and I were quite rebels at our young age and were very intrigued by the jumps. We lined ourselves up at the top of the hill so we could hit the jump at the bottom. My friend Annika was sitting in the front with my arms wrapped around her. “I’m kind of scared…” I said nervously and then pushed us down the hill. We were flying down the hill extremely fast. The tip of our sled hit the rock solid, ice coated jump, and then both of our bodies slammed forward. Annika’s head hit the ice first, blocking me from hitting the ice at all. After I gathered myself, I stood up and looked down at Annika laying face down in the snow. I tapped her with my mitten, she slowly rolled over. I could tell she was hurt. I turned around and signaled her mom from the van in the parking lot. Her mom ran over faster than I had ever seen a middle aged women run before. I was taken home shortly after and Annika was brought to the ER. She had a severe concussion which made it so she couldn’t go sledding with me ever again.