Kalie's Digital Career Portfolio

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(256) 245-5009 774 Oakdale road, Alpine, AL 35014 Kalie Lillian Holmes Digital Career Portfolio

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Table of Contents Objective Education Work experience Activities/ Clubs Honors/ Awards Hobbies/ Interests Click here to view my resume Career Summary Writing Samples Community Service How business effects my career choice References College Preferences Resources used Click here to view my example job application

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Objective My main objective is to graduate from Winterboro High School in 2011 and to enroll in one of my college preferences the following year. I enjoy working with animals so then I plan to obtain a degree in either Zoology or Veterinary Medicine. I also have a passion for writing and would like to achieve a degree in Journalism as well. Click each animal to view websites that influenced my objective choice. Click here to return to table of contents Click here to view my resume

Education : 

Education 2002- Present Winterboro High School ~Advanced Diploma ~Anticipated Graduation in 2011 ~Spanish 1 and Spanish 2 2008- Present Winterboro Business/Marketing Academy ~Business Essentials ~Entrepreneurship ~Multi-Media Design 2009- Present Moneyskills Participates in the Moneyskills web-based interactive program designed to promote financial literacy skills. Click the wallet to see their site. Click here to return to table of contents Click the “W” for a picture of Winterboro High School Click here to visit the website Click the paw prints to go to the school website Click here to view my resume

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Work Experience Volunteered for over 120 service hours at the Birmingham zoo. While there, I aided in the care of their Zoo Camp participants. I also helped the education department with their biofact stations which are meant to teach the public the interesting facts about some of the animals. Click the logo to see their site. To the left are my badge and certificate. I have helped my father with some of the minor tasks of running his car business which includes searching online for specific car parts and also some auto mechanics. Feel free to click the ford symbol for some extra info about his business. My father and I raise and train Tennessee Walking Horses. This consists of barn labor and introducing young horses to being halter broken and ridden. Tennessee Walkers are known for their smooth gait and show quality. You can click the logo to the right to learn more of this beautiful breed. You can click the horses to the left to view pictures of some of our horses. Click here to return to table of contents Click here to view my resume

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Activities/ Clubs ~Vice president of the Junior/Senior Beta Club (2002-present) my membership card is to the left ~Spanish club (2008-2009) ~FBLA (2007-present) ~Youth cheer squad ~Treasurer of my Junior class (2009-present) ~Prom committee (2009-present) ~Yearbook staff (2008-present) My certificate is to the left ~Library assistant (2008-2009, 2009-present) To the bottom right is my certificate ~Office Assistant (2008-2009, 2009-present) Click here to return to table of contents Click here to view my resume

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Honors and Awards Click here to return to table of contents Citizenship Award Principle’s Award Made a 4 on the writing Assessment Only student in the high school to make all A’s (2008-2009) Made all A’s most of my years in school. Highest overall average in science (2008-2009) Highest averages in English, Math, History, Science and Spanish (2007-2008, 2008-2009) Had a poem finish in the top 12 at Junior Beta convention and also entered it in a contest which resulted in it getting published in the anthology “A Celebration of Poets” (2008) I attended a 21st century Tech fair with my Spanish teacher to present my power point of a bilingual story that I wrote. This story also won first place at the JSU technology fair making it to where my group could attend state competitions I have been elected for Who’s Who and also the Student Ambassadors program by Bob Riley. (You can also click on the trophy at the bottom right to view more of my awards ) Click here to view my resume

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Hobbies/ Interests Click here to return to table of contents Riding Horses Like I mentioned on a previous page, my father and I raise Tennessee Walking Horses. We enjoy riding them on trails up in the rocky mountains. There is no better feeling of freedom. Racing Dirt Track Cars I started racing when I was 14 years old at the Talladega Short Track. My daddy had been racing even before I was born so I was practically raised at the dirt track. I am fascinated with auto engineering and mechanics. I love the sound of roaring engines and the feeling of power in my hands. I am addicted to the competition that it provides. Click the logo to go to their site . Beside that are my race results in the Daily Home. You can see me in my car beside that. Writing It is amazing when you can stare at a blank computer screen and then fill it with words to develop a masterpiece. I write as a hobby whenever I have free time but one day I would like to make writing my profession instead of just a simple hobby. Drawing I enjoy watching a blank piece of paper come to life with the images that I sketch into it. I am not the best of artists but I love to improve my skills by sketching simple subjects. My favorite things to draw are horses and wolves. Reading There is nothing like a good book to keep you company when you are down. I love sitting indoors when it is raining with my nose buried in the pages of a novel. Animals I have a passion for animals. You can click here to see pictures of some of my beloved pets. Click here to view my resume

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Community Service Click here to return to table of contents As mentioned on another page, I volunteered at the Birmingham zoo. I worked there over 120 hours. I participated in School Clean Up day at Winterboro high school. This included picking up trash from school premises. I was also a girl scout for several years. We did many community service activities such as singing to the elderly and preparing fruit baskets for them. We cleaned up parks and helped little children in need. Helped teachers plant flowers around Winterboro’s Business Academy. Click the flowers to view pictures Participated in many canned food and toy drives for those in need. Click here to view my resume

Career Summary : 

Career Summary Career choice- Zoologist / Journalist Description- Zoology is the study of animals. This is a very wide field that opens up to many opportunities. It includes research, but is not limited to just that. I could work at a zoo, for example, training the animals or observing their everyday behavior. I could also be involved in the study of specific species in areas where they are common. I have a passion for animals so I decided that this would be a really great career choice for me. Journalism is the art of communication through writing. I love to write so I decided why not have a job that I love? Most journalists work for a magazine or newspaper. Some even do reports for the news. Click here to return to table of contents Education required- Zoologists usually have a background in biology, mathematics and chemistry. Most employers look for a bachelor's degree in biology and a master's degree in zoology, biochemistry, microbiology or a related field. After high school, at least four more years of school are required to become a journalist. A college degree in journalism, communications or English is often required. My future job outlook- When I look into the future, I see myself in a white study coat, surrounded by a variety of animals, with a notepad and pen in hand. I would like to score a steady job interacting with animals and being involved with the many tasks involving their study. I can see myself writing for a magazine such as National Geographic one day. Click here to view my resume

College Preferences : 

College Preferences Click here to return to table of contents Auburn University Alabama State University University of Alabama over Birmingham Jacksonville State University University of Montevallo Click the logos to the left to view the college websites Click here to view my resume

Writing Samples : 

Writing Samples Here are some examples of the poems and stories that I have written. I have been writing since I first learned to read. Even before then I would make up stories and tell them to my family. My favorite genre is Fantasy. Click here to return to table of contents Poetry Stories Hall of Life Beast to the Moon, Song of the Night Rain and Earth Sea of Wild Horses (this is the poem that is published in “Celebration of Poets”) Song of the Moon The Solid Gate Horse Story Untitled Story Click here to view my resume

How Business Education is Essential to My Future Career : 

How Business Education is Essential to My Future Career Even though the field that I am pursuing is not a business related field, business education will be very valuable in helping me to achieve my goals. I want to be a zoologist/ journalist and this will involve many tasks involving management and technology. My Business Education classes, entrepreneurship for example, will provide me with the skills to use technology more efficiently and correctly. Examples of ways I will use these skills include organization of the data I will collect while observing an animal’s behavior and also being able to sort pieces of writings I have created. Sure, I could learn these things on my own but my Business Education classes have made it quite easier and more interesting to learn. Click here to return to table of contents Click here to view my resume

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References Click here to return to table of contents Abbie Freeman Winterboro High school Assistant Principal 256-315-5370 Kim Knight Winterboro Business and Marketing Academy Teacher 256-315-5391 Tina Wheeler Winterboro Librarian 256-315-5370 Click here to view my resume

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Resources Used Click here to return to table of contents www.google.com www.wikipedia.com www.ask.com www.seaworld.com www.birminghamzoo.com www.whsbulldogs.wikispaces.com www.yahoo.com Click here to view my resume

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Beast to the Moon, Song of the Night.   Meek as though a placid gale,balancing lust with masquerade,I linger in hushed, ersatz poise,Minding above, the spherical eye. Leisurely, it broadens an indolent lid,blithe beams nipping at my skin,Swelling superior with each fleeting night,Til draped above, a globular pool.  Pleading presence, the forest awaits,Spikes of boughs dripping light,From serene to feral, my senses amend.Inundated desire, a blessing of blight. Facade of fallacious is torn away,Like the binding from a clandestine gift.Valiant and resilient, a fiend within.Beast to the moon, song of the night. Click here to return to writing samples

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The beginning of Horse Story Twilight was approaching the vast plain. The last of the sun’s warm rays faded behind the mountains to the west and the sky began to glitter with a mass of vivid stars. The crescent moon crept from the east and hung above the vale like a half opened eye, lazily keeping watch over the slumbering land. A lone figure stood upon the crest of a slope and gazed at the stars and the moon in awe. The array of lights above him never failed to brighten his deep brown eyes, though he admired them every night as he kept watch over his herd. He was concealed from an onlookers eyes for his fur was a dark ash color with a hint of white on his left rear hock. A light breeze picked up and tousled his mane and tail like streams of black smoke. He was the lead stallion of one of many wild horse herds that inhabited the plains of the west. A hint of pride glowed in his eyes as he scanned over his herd but there was also sadness. He was beginning to age as all of nature’s beings did, but it was hard to face it as fact. He had ruled this herd of about twenty mares and seventeen younger horses since he was five years old. He had fought bravely against its former leader and defeated him, earning the spot for himself. Now he was twenty-eight and had fought many young stallions who had longed to steal his mares but had defeated them all. He knew, though, that it was just a matter of time before he was to be overthrown by a more fit stud. He shook the thought from his mind but just as it had went, more soon followed. He thought about all that he had been through. He had fought against the jaws of hungry wolves and the searing claws of mountain lions. He had aided his mares in delivering their foals and had helped the elders pass into the heavens to forever live with great stallion in peace. All of his herd loved and respected him for his brave and fair ways. He worried what would happen once he passed on and a younger, less experienced stallion took over. Click here to return to writing samples

Song of the Moon  Beginning of Chapter 1: Memories  The sky darkened and the air quivered as a ferocious and bellowing thunderhead rolled in from the north. The trees began to dance blissfully as wild gusts of the tempest’s fuming breath battered their limbs. The fluttering silhouettes of fleeing birds swiftly smothered any light that remained peeking through the clouds. The scream of the blustering winds and the roar of thunder droned their petrified cries. They fought the currents determinedly, refusing to give in and get blown toward oblivion. Then, swifter than a blink, there was nothing that breathed left in the heavens. Only the ebony, chaotic clouds remained. They obscured the entire sky above the forest, casting a feeling of gloom and terror across its inhabitants. The animals sensed the peril of the storm and began to seek their dwellings for protection. A mother fox dashed rapidly through the underbrush with her wide-eyed cub dangling from her gently clenched jaw. A baby rabbit loped in its mother’s shadow as they searched for their burrow. A mother opossum raced up a tree trunk and dived into the entrance to her nest while her offspring clenched in a death grip to her fur. Soon they were all sound in their dens, waiting out the storm. A young fawn stood alone out in an open thicket. He had his delicate head tilted upward and his wide glossy eyes fixed on the billows of gray above. The clouds churned, forming a display that seemed blacker and more irate than that of a lost soul. Not a hint of fear showed in the fawn’s eyes. Instead, they sparkled with interest and admiration. The fawn was only a few months old and he had never experienced a thunderstorm before. His mind seemed to be lost in a trance, as if the tempest was hypnotizing him. He held his tawny body in an awkward position with his back end crouched underneath the front, and his head lifted high as if trying to reach the sky. The blotted ivory spots that covered his back were the only parts of him that were visible. The remainder of him was like a shadowy spirit. It was very dangerous for him to be standing alone in a storm. He was an open target for predators whose scent would be hid by the rain that would soon fall. He was young and had yet to learn these life saving lessons. Suddenly, a large form bounded from the bushes. It charged toward the fawn, who had been broken from his trance. He had tripped over his own feet in an attempt to escape the approaching danger. Now he laid in a heap of long tangled legs. The shape halted beside him and bent down to lick his head. The fawn’s delightful grunt was hidden by the growl of the storm but his mother knew that he was relieved to see her. They had been grazing together in a meadow when the doe sensed a hunter nearing. She had fled, forgetting about the fawn asleep just a few feet away. When the fawn had woken, it had tried to find her and had stopped in the thicket to rest. Now they were reunited. The fawn gathered himself and regained his feet. After a little milk, he gazed back up at the shrouded sky. His mother stiffened beside him. Her eyes grew with terror and her white tail turned up, standing out in the night. Her ears moved like radars as she searched for any potential sound of what she was sensing. She flared her nostrils and breathed in a gush of scents. Before she could sort through them, lightning split the sky. The neon blue and florescent yellow light lit the atmosphere and made it seem like it was during the day. A loud roll of thunder followed and the aroma of rain grew stronger. The doe anxiously aroused her daydreaming fawn and together they leaped away into the stormy night. It was not the storm that had caused the deer to flee, but an even greater danger. A pair of golden brown eyes gawked intensely and hungrily from a nearby den. Sorrow and grief clouded the wandering eyes. They searched through the darkness and the raucous thunder. They sought through the lightning that shattered the sky. They explored through every cloud and every wisp of wind as if trying to find an answer to their misery. These majestic eyes belonged to a young she-wolf. : 

Song of the Moon  Beginning of Chapter 1: Memories  The sky darkened and the air quivered as a ferocious and bellowing thunderhead rolled in from the north. The trees began to dance blissfully as wild gusts of the tempest’s fuming breath battered their limbs. The fluttering silhouettes of fleeing birds swiftly smothered any light that remained peeking through the clouds. The scream of the blustering winds and the roar of thunder droned their petrified cries. They fought the currents determinedly, refusing to give in and get blown toward oblivion. Then, swifter than a blink, there was nothing that breathed left in the heavens. Only the ebony, chaotic clouds remained. They obscured the entire sky above the forest, casting a feeling of gloom and terror across its inhabitants. The animals sensed the peril of the storm and began to seek their dwellings for protection. A mother fox dashed rapidly through the underbrush with her wide-eyed cub dangling from her gently clenched jaw. A baby rabbit loped in its mother’s shadow as they searched for their burrow. A mother opossum raced up a tree trunk and dived into the entrance to her nest while her offspring clenched in a death grip to her fur. Soon they were all sound in their dens, waiting out the storm. A young fawn stood alone out in an open thicket. He had his delicate head tilted upward and his wide glossy eyes fixed on the billows of gray above. The clouds churned, forming a display that seemed blacker and more irate than that of a lost soul. Not a hint of fear showed in the fawn’s eyes. Instead, they sparkled with interest and admiration. The fawn was only a few months old and he had never experienced a thunderstorm before. His mind seemed to be lost in a trance, as if the tempest was hypnotizing him. He held his tawny body in an awkward position with his back end crouched underneath the front, and his head lifted high as if trying to reach the sky. The blotted ivory spots that covered his back were the only parts of him that were visible. The remainder of him was like a shadowy spirit. It was very dangerous for him to be standing alone in a storm. He was an open target for predators whose scent would be hid by the rain that would soon fall. He was young and had yet to learn these life saving lessons. Suddenly, a large form bounded from the bushes. It charged toward the fawn, who had been broken from his trance. He had tripped over his own feet in an attempt to escape the approaching danger. Now he laid in a heap of long tangled legs. The shape halted beside him and bent down to lick his head. The fawn’s delightful grunt was hidden by the growl of the storm but his mother knew that he was relieved to see her. They had been grazing together in a meadow when the doe sensed a hunter nearing. She had fled, forgetting about the fawn asleep just a few feet away. When the fawn had woken, it had tried to find her and had stopped in the thicket to rest. Now they were reunited. The fawn gathered himself and regained his feet. After a little milk, he gazed back up at the shrouded sky. His mother stiffened beside him. Her eyes grew with terror and her white tail turned up, standing out in the night. Her ears moved like radars as she searched for any potential sound of what she was sensing. She flared her nostrils and breathed in a gush of scents. Before she could sort through them, lightning split the sky. The neon blue and florescent yellow light lit the atmosphere and made it seem like it was during the day. A loud roll of thunder followed and the aroma of rain grew stronger. The doe anxiously aroused her daydreaming fawn and together they leaped away into the stormy night. It was not the storm that had caused the deer to flee, but an even greater danger. A pair of golden brown eyes gawked intensely and hungrily from a nearby den. Sorrow and grief clouded the wandering eyes. They searched through the darkness and the raucous thunder. They sought through the lightning that shattered the sky. They explored through every cloud and every wisp of wind as if trying to find an answer to their misery. These majestic eyes belonged to a young she-wolf. Click here to return to writing samples

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Click here to return to writing samples Jon Bouge was running exactly 12 minutes and 34 seconds late for his morning class. He sat in the passenger seat of his mother’s Ford Explorer, counting the seconds as she waged war with the intricacy of cars ambling through the streets of the Talladega Square. Most of them didn’t seem to be in any hurry, just rolling along at below ten miles per hour as if the only reason they were on the road was to cause havoc for Jon and his mother who, unlike them, had important places to be. Jon was a young man, just beginning to enter his seventeenth year. He was quite handsome and mature for his age. His hair was an ashy flaxen and descended upon his brow like the fanning tail of a prancing horse. His eyes reminded you of the murky green waves of the sea and fumed like a hurricane when he became irate. Dotting his cheeks were light bronze freckles that only really appeared through the surface of his skin when he blushed. Jon was proud of the positive genes he inherited from his parents but he knew that it wasn’t the appearance that meant the most, it was the intelligence. Though good looks did make getting through high school a lot easier. Five minutes and 46 seconds later, Jon’s mother slammed on the brakes in front of the dome shaped Talladega High School. One minute later he was walking to the office while his mother sped to the court house to take her seat on the jury. He and his mother were so distant these days. Until Jon got drunk one night and totaled his Mustang by bumping heads with an oak, it had been a year since he had been in his mother’s Explorer. It had been seven years since they had a normal talk, seven years since they ate dinner together. Jon’s father had died seven years ago.

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Click here to return to writing samples Hall of Life Into the abyss of an undying night, Reaches walls of the deepest coal, Above looms a roof, frothing with bliss, Below, the floor fumes with the flush of lost hope. The wraith of my past follows behind, His talons clinging to the tail of my cloak, Like the thorns of a rose, holding to time Till they rupture, and descend to the ground. In vain, he tries to hinder my stride, As I step lightly through that hall we call life Long, had he walked by my side then he faltered and fell behind. With each footfall, flames smolder and rise behind every door that I pass by. I struggle to keep my heart a-beat But it was no longer mine My limbs have turned to crumbling ash, And my mind, into a slipping void. As I pace this endless hall, alone, Acid streams from the depths of my eyes. In the specter’s grasp, now lies The essence of my very soul, But in that shroud that waits ahead, A faint glow severs the gloom. Year of waste buried in cinders, Hall of life and steps of living, Changed I was, from his blows, But for the future, I will remain.

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Click here to return to writing samples Rain and Earth The silhouette of night stifles the flame of day, The moon ascends in the sky, Trailed by the eyes of heaven. He looms like a wraith, Below the boughs of an oak, Concealed among the darkness, Waiting for his world to emerge from the distance And to bound into his embrace. Patiently he waits for me. The melodies of the song birds fade. The harmonies of the night imbue the air. In the place where I rest, I feel my spirit rise with the music. I prepare for my journey into the beyond of reason and sanity. My will lifts the glass that holds me prisoner Then slides me slowly onto the soil of my freedom. I run. I flee this cage of reality. I flee to him. He spies me swiftly As if I were a candle in an attic. I feel my heart and soul shimmer with bliss. We reach one another like the rain and the earth, Melding together at the first touch. One with nature. One with each other. He has his world and I have My life.

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Click here to return to writing samples The Solid Gate “Life.” thought Bud as he rested his head on the concrete floor of the pound, “What life? I see no life in this place.” he stood and tried to shake the filth from his fur but it was no use, it just made another unnatural brown spot against the creamy white. A terrible pain surged through his head and there was a constant biting of fleas, but after feeling it for so long he had become use to it. He took a step to reach his water bowl, his curling, untrimmed nails scrapping the floor. The water tasted impure and left him even thirstier than before. He didn’t even bother eating some of the food for it was infested with many roaches and maybe a few maggots as well. He breathed out and flopped back down on the chilly floor with his nose wedged through the iron bars of his animal prison cell. Living in the pound was hard and miserable, but after living in it for three years it was all Bud really knew. He had faint memories of running through a wide backyard with the air blowing through his fur and lying on his back, bathing in the warm glow of the sun. He could almost remember the little boy who loved him and would throw Frisbees for him to catch but it was only a dream now. Dogs memories fade like an old joke, except only faster. All Bud could really remember was the sound of crying disappearing into the distance as he moved away. He was moving yet his legs were still. Then the crying vanished altogether and before he knew it, Bud was thrown into a concrete stall, and that was where he remained. Bud eyed the shape in the stall across from him. The only other lost soul that he had to keep him company. He heard many other voices of abandoned pets around him but the solid walls made it seem that they were only voices within his head. Maybe they were, maybe he had just gone insane. The grey shape in front of him was that of a nappy haired cat. Old Dusty, Bud called him. The cat laid on his side with one fragile paw shoved through the iron rails of the prison gate. Other than the steady rising of his sides, he appeared to be dead. Dusty had been in the prison about a year before Bud arrived. The cat was beginning to grey with age but Bud was sure he was a fine black cat back in his prime. When Bud first arrived the cat looked at him with hate and refused to talk to him. But when you have only one other face to stare at all day, you can’t hate that face forever. Finally the cat talked to him. “Why did you hate me at first?” Bud had asked, he was just a year old then. “Because…” answered Dusty, looking down mournfully. “My mother was in that stall before you came… and she was the oldest in the pound. They had to make space for you and since it was probably hopeless for her to be adopted…” the cat choked up then, “They took her to the solid gate.” “Solid gate? What is so bad about going to a solid gate?” asked Bud, confused. “The solid gate is where they take the animals… and they … they put them to sleep.” replied the cat gravely. “Sleep is fun.” “Not that kind of sleep, lad. The sleep you never wake up from.” Just then a loud slamming sound woke Bud up from his daydreaming. Dreaming, sleeping, and the occasional chasing ones tail was all a dog had to do when he was confined in a concrete box. Bud yawned and peered back over into Dusty’s stall. He paused and felt his heart stop and his blood freeze in his veins. A terror crawled over his thinning body. Dusty was not in his stall. Bud pressed his face against the rails and looked to the left just in time to see a human carrying an old gray shape through the solid gate. Another human walked from the right with a little chocolate puppy slung across his cradled arms. He opened the gate of the stall across from Bud’s and shoved the little puppy in. It stood at the gate, blinking at Bud in confusion. The pound was louder that night. Besides the usual barks and meows of the restless animals, another voice stood out. A sad and mournful howl hovered above the animals like a tempest of and injured heart. The source of this sound was a dirty white dog who was held prisoner in the stall across from the newest member to the pound. A brown puppy.

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