I took a class from February to May 2001 called the Art of Writing. As a requirement for passing the course, we had to compose a portofolio of the work we had done over the semester. Due to the fact that I was going to a writing conference in Vermont a few days after the assignment was due, I asked the teacher if I could hand in my portfolio when I returned. She said yes.
There were only eight required pieces. I expanded upon it, making it nearly a book. At 42 pages, it was the second-largest thing I had ever compiled, the first being my writer's notebook, the third being my sophomore end-of-the-year World History II project.
To say the least, I was proud of myself. I took great pleasure in it, and now you can, too.