Unit 7A: Writing a Narrative Portfolio Guidelines & Rubric

Due in the Lesson 12 Dropbox on Tuesday, November 19th

Directions: For this portfolio, you will be writing your own realistic narrative story. It must meet all of the requirements & be on one of the 4 topic choices listed below:

Topic Choices:

Click here to read the article “The Dust Bowl” and then write a story about living during the Dust Bowl.
Click here to read the article “How Jackie Robinson Changed Baseball” and then write a story about being a kid who goes to see Jackie Robinson play.
Click here to read the article “‘The Mail Must Go Through’: The Pony Express” and then write a story about working on the Pony Express.
Click here to read the article “Daisy Low Grows the Girl Scouts” and then write a story from a girl's perspective who is in Daisy’s first group.

Portfolio Requirements:

It must be about 1 of the 4 topics listed above

Your narrative must be your own words & ideas: 100% original

Your narrative must be between 400 & 1,000 words

Your narrative must include dialogue. Click here to see how to include dialogue

You must include details from your chosen article to make your story more realistic

Your narrative must have a clear organization, starting with the exposition, and ending with a resolution. It should follow the elements of a plot diagram. Click here to access a Plot Diagram to help you organize your story in your prewriting. Click here for an example of a completed Plot Diagram.

Your narrative must be submitted in MLA format. Click HERE for MLA guidelines and examples.

You must type your narrative in Google Docs AND give editing rights. Click here to watch a video explaining how to do this. Click here to see written instructions explaining how to do this.

You will be graded using the rubric on the next page (also linked here)

Resources to help you plan & draft your narrative:

Narrative Organizer- this includes places for characters, dialogue, & more

Narrative Transitions- this will help you with sequencing, organization, & flow

Narrative Writing Checklist- use before submitting your final copy to ensure requirements are met

Narrative Writing Example- this example is a story based on the following article: click here

Unit 8B Narrative Portfolio Rubric

Criteria
Excellent (4)
Good (3)
Fair (2)
Poor (1)
Plot
The plot is clear and logical. The plot is supported by strong details. Effectively integrates ideas and details from the article.
The plot is mostly clear and generally logical. The plot is supported by adequate details. Integrates some ideas/details from the article.
The plot is somewhat clear and may have gaps in logic. Details are weak or inconsistent. Attempts to integrate ideas or details from the article.
The plot is limited or illogical. There are few or no details. Uses few, if any, details from the article.
Dialogue
Dialogue clearly shows individual characters’ personalities and attitudes.
Dialogue generally shows individual characters’ personalities and attitudes.
Dialogue gives basic indication of individual characters’ personalities and attitudes.
Dialogue gives minimal indication of the characters’ personalities & attitudes.
Organization
There is a clear and effective organizational structure. The exposition and resolution are effective. Ideas are organized logically.
Transitions utilized.
There is an organizational structure. The exposition and resolution are adequate. Ideas are organized logically, though a few ideas may be out of place. Some transitions
The organizational structure is inconsistent. The exposition and resolution are weak or not present. Some ideas are irrelevant or out of place. Few transitions.
There is little or no organizational structure. There is no exposition or resolution. Ideas are limited or irrelevant.
No transitions.
Word Choice
The vocabulary is clearly appropriate for the purpose. Words are used effectively. Sensory language & descriptions used effectively. Writing is rich, with a variety of academic and domain-specific words.
The vocabulary is generally appropriate for the audience and purpose. Most words are used effectively.
Sensory language & descriptions used occasionally. Writing shows an adequate use of academic and domain-specific words.
The vocabulary is somewhat appropriate for the audience and purpose. The word choice is weak or ineffective. Few instances of sensory language & descriptions. Writing shows a weak use of academic and domain-specific words.
The vocabulary may not be appropriate for the audience or purpose. There are multiple errors in word choice. No sensory language.
Limited descriptions.
Writing shows limited or no use of academic or domain-specific words.
Conventions & Formatting
There is a strong command of conventions. Punctuation, capitalization, and spelling are consistently correct. Dialogue is punctuated correctly. MLA formatting is correct.
There is a general command of conventions. Punctuation, capitalization, and spelling are mostly correct. Dialogue mostly punctuated correctly. MLA format is mostly correct.
There is a partial command of conventions. Punctuation, capitalization, and spelling are inconsistent or weak. Errors in conventions may occasionally interfere with meaning.
Dialogue is inconsistently punctuated. Several errors in MLA.
There is a limited command of conventions. Punctuation and capitalization are mostly incorrect. There are multiple errors in spelling. Errors in conventions often interfere with meaning. Dialogue incorrectly punctuated. Not in MLA format.

3 answers

A Day to Remember: Witnessing Jackie Robinson Play

The summer of 1947 was buzzing with excitement that flew through the Brooklyn air like a fastball from a pitcher’s hand. I was just a kid then, living in a small apartment with my parents in Flatbush, Brooklyn. It felt like the whole world was changing, particularly the game of baseball. That June evening, my father took me to Ebbets Field to see the Brooklyn Dodgers play, and what a game it would be—this was Jackie Robinson’s first year as the league's first African American player.

“Get ready, Frankie!” Dad exclaimed, bouncing on his toes as we approached the stadium, “You’re about to see history!”

I looked up at him, my eyes wide. My heart raced as I gripped his hand tighter, feeling the electric atmosphere buzzing around us like a swarm of bees. I could hear the lively banter from the fans, the sharp crack of bats, and the smell of roasted peanuts and grilled hot dogs that wafted through the air.

Once inside, we squeezed into our seats among a sea of fans clad in blue and white. It was a packed house, and the stadium seemed to pulse with energy as everyone eagerly awaited the game. My eyes wandered to the Dodger dugout where I spotted Jackie. He was standing, chatting with his teammates, his face calm but determined. I could sense the weight of history resting on his shoulders, and that made my palms sweat.

“Look there, son!” Dad said, pointing just as the game began. “That’s Robinson! He’s as brave as they come.”

I nodded, trying to watch the game unfold beyond the nervousness buzzing within me. As Robinson stepped up to bat for the first time, the crowd roared. I could feel the excitement ripple through the stands, and I held my breath as he squared himself. “Do it for us, Jackie!” someone shouted, and I echoed that sentiment in my head.

As the pitcher threw the first pitch, I leaned forward in my seat, willing Robinson to connect with the ball. When he swung, the crack resonated through my chest like a drumbeat, and I jumped up with the crowd as the ball soared into the air. “Go, Jackie, go!” I shouted, clenching my fists.

He sprinted around the bases like a flash of lightning, determination driving every step he took. I could see him glancing back at the ball, watching as it was caught by the outfielder. It turned to a close call, but Robinson raced ahead, sliding into second base just in time. The stadium erupted, and I found myself caught up in the roars and cheers, feeling like I was part of something phenomenal.

“This is what we’ve been waiting for!” Dad exclaimed, slapping my back, his eyes gleaming with pride.

But not everyone was happy. I caught snippets of harsh words hurled from the opposing team’s fans, aimed directly at Robinson. It was hard to believe that there were still people who couldn’t see his talent for what it was. But Jackie stood tall, refusing to let ignorance dampen his stride. “Ignore them, just play your game,” I whispered to myself, hoping he could hear my encouragement.

Later in the game, I was drawn into deep conversation with my dad. “Jackie Robinson is more than just a great player—he’s a trailblazer,” Dad said earnestly, leaning closer over the railing. “He’s changing this sport forever, Frank. Just look at how he handles everything!”

“Yeah! It’s amazing!” I clasped my hands together, grinning broadly. “He’s a hero!”

After several thrilling innings where Robinson demonstrated both skill and courage, the game neared its climax. The Dodgers were down by a run in the final inning. My heart hammered as Robinson made it to the plate once again. I barely breathed as he faced the pitcher; it felt like the world had narrowed down to that one moment—Jackie Robinson against the world.

The pitcher threw the pitch, and Robinson swung again. This time, it was a solid hit, and the crowd erupted once more. He rounded the bases effortlessly, the cheers drowning out everything else. As he crossed home plate, the game ended with the Dodgers winning!

“Jackie did it! We won!” I screamed in joy, hugging my father tightly.

“We sure did, Frank! Let’s hear it for our boy, Jackie!” Dad bellowed with pride, joining the applauding crowd.

As we left the stadium, I felt elated but also profoundly moved. That night, my simple evening at the ballpark had turned into a lesson on integrity and courage. Robinson wasn't just a player; he represented hope and a future unburdened by the shackles of prejudice.

"Remember this day, Frank," Dad said, ruffling my hair. “Never let fear stop you from doing what’s right, just like Jackie."

I nodded, feeling my heart swell. I would carry this memory with me forever—a fleeting moment in time that felt monumental, yet so deeply real. I left Ebbets Field that night not just as a young boy who loved baseball, but as a hopeful young man, inspired by Jackie Robinson to dream about a better world.

make it seem as a lazy 12 year old wrote it and put some gramatical errors in certian parts

A Day to Remember: Seeing Jackie Robinson Play

So, it was the summer of 1947, and everything was kinda crazy. I was just a 12-year-old kid, living in a small apartment in Flatbush, Brooklyn with my parents. Everyone was super excited because baseball was changing. That June night, Dad finally took me to see the Brooklyn Dodgers play at Ebbets Field. Jackie Robinson was playing, and everyone said he was a big deal because he was the first African American player in Major League Baseball.

“Get ready, Frankie!” Dad said all pumped up as we walked to the stadium. “You’re about to see history!”

I looked at him with wide eyes. I could feel the buzz in the air, like when you touch a doorknob after walking across a carpet. I didn’t want to miss a second, so I held onto his hand tight. There was so much noise, like fans laughing and yelling, and I could smell hot dogs and peanuts cooking. It was amazing.

When we finally got inside, we pushed our way to our seats. It was super crowded, and everyone around us was wearing blue and white. Ebbets Field was packed, and you could feel the energy, like the stadium was alive. My eyeballs went straight to Jackie as he talked with his teammates. He looked pretty chill, but I could tell he had a lot riding on him.

“Look there, son!” Dad pointed, even though I was already staring. “That’s Robinson! He’s gonna change the game!”

I nodded, but I was still kinda nervous. As the game started, I barely sat still in my seat. When Jackie finally stepped up to bat, the crowd went wild. I could feel the vibrations in my seat, and I thought my heart might explode. “Do it for us, Jackie!” someone shouted. I kept thinking that too.

The pitcher threw the ball, and I was gripping my seat. When Jackie swung, it was like the whole world stopped. The crack of the bat sent shivers down my spine, and I jumped up with everyone else when the ball took off like a rocket. “Go, Jackie, go!” I yelled, clenching my fists like a superhero.

He was flying around the bases like he was late for dinner. I watched as the outfielder reached for the ball at the same time Jackie was racing to second base. I thought he might not make it, but then he slid in just in time, and the whole stadium erupted. I screamed like a maniac, high-fiving Dad.

“This is what we’ve been waiting for!” Dad said, slapping my back, and I could see the happiness in his eyes.

But not everyone was cheering. I heard some nasty words coming from the other team’s fans aimed right at Jackie. It made me angry. Why couldn’t they just appreciate his talent? But Jackie just stood there, calm as could be. “Ignore them, just play your game,” I whispered, wishing he could hear me.

Then, during a break in the game, I talked to Dad. “Jackie Robinson is a hero, right? He's amazing!” I said, feeling all pumped up.

“Absolutely, Frankie! He’s more than just a player! He’s changing baseball for everyone,” he replied, looking proud.

As the game went on, the Dodgers were down by one in the last inning. I was practically jumping out of my shoes. Jackie was at the plate again, and I thought I might throw up from excitement. It felt like everything was building up to this moment.

The pitcher threw the ball, and Jackie swung again. The crack echoed, and the whole stadium held its breath. The ball soared through the air like it was flying to the moon! “Go, go, go!” I shouted, feeling like I was part of the history.

He rounded the bases so fast. He made it to home plate just before the ball got there, and everyone went wild. “Jackie did it! We won!” I screamed, hugging my dad so tight I almost squeezed the air outta him.

“We sure did, Frank! Let’s hear it for our boy, Jackie!” Dad shouted, joining the cheers of the crowd.

After the game, I was on cloud nine, but I also felt like I learned something that night. That ball game wasn’t just about having fun; it was about standing up and being brave, just like Jackie Robinson was doing.

“Remember this day, Frank,” Dad said, tousling my hair as we walked out. “Never let fear hold you back. You can do anything, just like Jackie.”

“Uh-huh,” I mumbled, feeling a swirl of happiness in my chest. That night, I didn’t just go home as a kid who loved baseball. I felt like I could be more, inspired by Jackie Robinson to dream of a better world.

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