May 27, 2009
"SK8ER BOi" MUSIC VIDEO
May 19, 2009
TRUE LIFE: I'M IN A CLIQUE
May 6, 2009
HUMANITAS: IN RELATION TO THE CLIQUES OF GHCHS
May 5, 2009
Apr 27, 2009
"REALITY CHECK"
THIS AMERICAN LIFE (2007)
Apr 23, 2009
"KIDS AND MONEY"
BY LAUREN GREENFIELD
Apr 20, 2009
RITUAL NARRATIVE:
My License
For many, a rite of passage may be a bat/bar mitzvah, a confirmation, or a quinceaƱera. And although I had a confirmation, it did not change me or my life. At my confirmation I did not find myself to be suddenly enlightened, mature, or magically find the meaning of life. I did not change at all. I kept on living in the same way as before. But getting my license, now that is another story.
The day I got my license was the same as any other except for the whole me having to wake up early and heading to Simi part of course. After my alarm went off I got dressed and my dad drove me to the DMV. When we got off the freeway my dad and I switched so I could get in some last minute driving practice. It had taken me a lot of time to convince my parents to let me take the test and when I was finally there I was psyched! I didn’t take the test that day because my taillight was out, but when I did take the test I passed. I actually did well, and I finally had my license! And unlike my confirmation, my life changed. Having a car and my license meant freedom. I could finally go places without my mom busing me around, and this really changed how I could live my life. So when it comes down to it, getting my license was my version of a rite of passage.
"BIKINIS & TIARAS: QUINCENERAS"
Apr 17, 2009
VERSUS NARRATIVE:
Rules, Rules, and More Rules
Rules can be defined as normal circumstances, as the code of regulations observed by a religious order or congregation, a prescribed mathematical method for performing a calculation or solving a problem, or as principles or regulations governing actions. In the case of my parents, I think it is safe to say that rules were used to exercise dominating power or influence. I had always been controlled by my parents’ rules and sometimes it even felt like they made rules up just so they could feel like they had control. They had always been strict, always had to know exactly what I was doing, who I was with, and why I was doing something. Generally, it was just too much.
But lately, they have lightened up. Actually, they seemed to let go and give me freedom all in the matter of a day—one day they were strict and the next I was free. A Friday a few weeks ago, I was stuck home because my mom wouldn’t let me go out. But the next night, my mom had no problem with me going out; she didn’t even need all the details. I guess my parents finally realized they wouldn’t be able to control me forever. I’m going off to college in a few months and they won’t be able to control my every move. So now, more than ever, I appreciate the restrictions they placed on me earlier because now I really appreciate my freedom.
"MY BROWN EYES"
While reading this article, I accepted this perspective and thought of my friend Angel. He is in a gang, and is a foster child. All my friends, including myself, have told him at one time or another to straighten up his act, get out of his gang and stay out of trouble. However, now I wonder if his gang gives him a real family that he can love and count on. Something that he might not have at his foster home.
"CURVE"
Apr 16, 2009
"INTRODUCTION"
"SLEEVES"
"THE BORDER"
Apr 15, 2009
"THE AMERICAN MAN, AGE TEEN"
Apr 3, 2009
SOCIAL NETWORKING NARRATIVE:
ASHLEY IS doing busywork
When I got a MySpace I was in tenth grade and my friend made it for me. My mom wouldn’t let me have one so I figured it was the only way. Unfortunately, she found out about me making one without her knowledge and, to say the least, it didn’t go over so well with her. Even though she was mad, she eventually decided it was fine and just needed my email and password so she could see what I was up to. Since then I have gotten in trouble by some of the things she considered to be inappropriate and I have felt controlled by her stuffy expectations.
MySpace has become an indicator of the amount of freedom my mom will let me have, and as I’ve gotten older she has allowed me to have more freedom and doesn’t maintain as much control over the social networks I am a part of as she used to. In the past I had very little freedom and this was supported by my mom’s obsession of monitoring my behavior on MySpace. Whereas now she hasn’t even noticed I have changed my password (signaling that she doesn’t check my MySpace), doesn’t care I have a Facebook in addition to a MySpace (she didn’t even ask for the password to my Facebook account), and I am glad to say that I have more freedom than ever.
WORD COUNT: 232
"THE WAY WE LIVE NOW: GROWING UP ON FACEBOOK"
Apr 2, 2009
"STARING DOWN FACEBOOK"
"FACEBOOK IN A CROWD"
Apr 1, 2009
“BEING THERE: THE SUBTLE ART OF FACEBOOK UPDATES”
“SOCIAL NETWORKING BENEFITS VALIDATED”
Mar 31, 2009
"WHY YOUTH LOVE SOCIAL NETWORK SITES: THE ROLE OF NETWORKED PUBLICS IN TEENAGE SOCIAL LIFE"
Mar 25, 2009
"RIGOR REDEFINED"
Mar 23, 2009
Mar 10, 2009
THE REAL WORLD
Stan Chambers Video Journalism Award
Mar 9, 2009
MY ROOM
Personal Narrative
I live at school. The hallways, the lockers, the gum speckled floors. This is where my day begins.
I live at work. I sip my Starbucks frugally as I enter the grey room. Work, paper, red pens, paycheck. Then I drive home when the lights are bright and the skies are dark.
I live at home. Up the wide streets lined with trees. I park, eat dinner, catch up on my shows, and go upstairs.
I live in my room. I see my bulletin board, points in time frozen to be stuck upon my wall. I have a closet, my own bathroom, a desk, a bed. In my closet there are the clothes I wear and the volleyball gear I cherish. In my bathroom there is all the makeup I use, a shower, a toilet, and more lotion and body spray than I will ever need. In my desk there are papers and paychecks and junk. In my bed there are blankets and a pillow. This is where I live. After all, you spend two thirds of your life sleeping!
“PILOT EPISODE”
My So Called Life (1994)
Mar 5, 2009
WINGS FOR WHEELS:
THE MAKING OF BORN TO RUN (2005)
MONEY, MONEY, MONEY, MONEY, MONEY...MONAAAAY!!!
My Experience With The Current Economic Climate
I use the bank known as Washington Mutual and my parents have been saving money there for my education for as long as I can remember, but it was all for nothing. The bank used our money, and lost it in the stock market. My college fund went down the drain and now for me to go to a respectable college or university, my parents have taken the majority of the money out of my other four siblings’ college savings and transfered it into mine. This should not have even been necessary in the first place, but now we have no choice. So, in order for my siblings to go to college, I need to find a way to use as little money as possible for my education. The weight has been partially put on my shoulders and I am only too aware of the weight of the economy. (I can't even imagine the stress this is causing my parents)
I am not the only one. Some of my friends on my club volleyball team are in similar situations and are applying for scholarships that are worth only 200 dollars! I have to wonder, when is this crisis going to end? And why are teens under such stress from the economy? All I know for sure is that something needs to change in this country, and it needs to change fast.
"TEEN LEARNS FROM CREDIT MISTAKES OF OTHERS"
Mar 4, 2009
“MY WAY” and
“GOD'S CLOSE-UP”
This American Life (2007)
THE RAINY DAYS
My LA
Today I drove to school. Like every other day. But I will remember this day for awhile. It rained. I wore Uggs—a stupid decision. They are ruined and I’ve almost fallen a few thousand times already. The count may reach a million by the end of the day. The puddles seep into my shoes and flood my toes with cold water. My freshly straightened hair from the morning has grown waves and frizz. The damp air is suffocating and I can’t help but wish for warmer days. I want it to be summer already—not just because of the weather though. I will remember this day. I will remember the cold, the damp, the rain, the puddles, the frizz, everything.
"ECHO PARK AVENUE"
Mar 3, 2009
“LAUREN & CAPPIE”
High School Confidential (2008)
“THE ROAD WARRIOR”
The O.C. (2006)
"RUNNING"
"JUST WATCH"
Mar 2, 2009
"THE DEPTH OF DEPP"
GIRLS, GIRLS, GIRLS
My Story
The bottom line is: we all care too much. That is why there are so many problems in our world today. But girls, oh man! We just take it to another level. We are known for fighting with each other and our infamous drama. Take my club volleyball team for example. When we met each other I thought it was a nice group of girls. But then the tallest girl on the team asked me if I had noticed the cliques that were forming. After her saying that, I could help but notice that our team was separated into two groups and me being ditzy and oblivious had just begun to notice. I started paying more attention to the cliques that had formed and began to notice everything. Girls were turning their backs to me. They weren’t inviting me into their rooms at the Vegas tournament. The little things augmented into huge ordeals. I had thought myself to have gotten over my middle school self-consciousness, but I was wrong. I realized I had not changed one bit. Now, every practice is an awkward one. I keep a distance from certain girls and they keep their distance from me.
Feb 27, 2009
"APPEAL FROM AN ANGRY
NOT SO EMO"
"WHAT TRUTHINESS TAUGHT ME ABOUT BEING (UN)COOL"
I AM FROM
I Am From Poem
I am from Chipotle on Fridays
Movies on Saturdays
And Starbucks after school.
I am from a two story house covered in brick and ivy
A pool and swing set surrounded by the pine trees in the backyard.
I am from my own room
My laptop and desk
My own bathroom.
I am from volleyball that I play year round
And thousands of dollars spent for me to play club.
I am from high expectations for my future
Expectations those are too high.
I am from a family of 2 boys and 2 girls…blonde and beautiful.
I am from manicures
Pedicures
Highlights.
I am from weekends at Disneyland
Magic Mountain
And SeaWorld.
I am from new clothes every month and makeup to paint my face.
I am from smiles used to cover up.
I don’t know who I am.
All I know is where I am from.
They say you are the product of your environment.
I guess that is true.
But why aren’t I happy?
Something is not right.
But isn’t this the perfect life?
The life everyone wants?
The high school football player and cheerleader who married
Bought a big house
Had a big family
Of smart, beautiful children.
I am a stereotype.
But the thing about stereotypes is…
They’re not always as predictable as you think.
Feb 25, 2009
"MY IMPRESSION NOW"
"PLAY"
EMBARRASSMENT AND TRIUMPH
Mixed CD Poem
The movie drawled on
We sat with a trench between us
The bombs falling and bursting
The war starting all over
I should have heeded my friends’ warnings
How typical
You’re friends one day and enemies the next
Frenemies.
Summer is here.
Our friendship is flourishing under the warmth of the sun
Sleepovers. Dinners. Friends.
Winter is here.
The weather is changing
Temperatures drop and the clouds control the air
I can feel the pressure
I'm sitting all alone feeling empty
I’ve lost her and it’s effortless
I’m busy still saying please
But everything isn’t meant to be ok
It will never be the same.
Spring is here.
If only I knew what I know today
Everything is falling apart
I’m starting from scratch
Some days I feel broke inside but I won't admit
It’s so hard to say goodbye
There's gotta be more to life
More to my life
But why can't I let it go
It doesn’t matter
I just have to keep holdin’ on.
Summer is here
Again.
The seasons took their toll
I remember what happened back in the day
She always took the time to criticize me
It was all about her
It was like I’m was the one she loved to hate
Just shut up, shut up, shut up
You’re a stupid girl
I don’t want to hear it
Bow in the presence of greatness
I’m better, faster, and stronger.
Feb 24, 2009
EMBARRASSMENT AND TRIUMPH
Mixed CD Story
First semester had passed and the weather had grown dreary and cold. We had begun as acquaintances last year as the flowers bloomed and clouds snuck away from the sun’s warmth. Summer came and I got to know her under the heat of the sun. As school came back into session we talked and texted as our status changed. Suddenly I was her ‘best friend.’ The whirlwind had taken me by surprise and swept me away before I had time to think. I did not heed my friend’s warnings of her true character and gave into her. I realize I am a pushover. I don’t pay attention to everything around me and am blinded by the intensity of everything that surrounds me. Not everyone notices everything, after all people only see what they want to see. And a new buddy, seemed like good news.
Winter came. Temperatures dropped and the atmosphere changed. The good times faded and fighting and drama took its place. My eyes were opened as if they had been clouded and obscured by the summer. She was no longer carefree and fun, but now she thought too much and had a talent for holding grudges. I found myself trapped by her and desperate to find a way out. Holly felt the same way. We slowly tried to fade from her mind. Hoping that she would simply forget us and we could slip out of her grasp. No. This would not happen. Drama, drama, drama. This only provoked the animal and everything escalated. If only she had been a guy.
Nothing was ever the same. We found ourselves looking at her and taunting her. We were in the same class as her but never talked. The dismal silence that separated us grew as words eroded the friendship Holly and I had with her once. Kaput. It was done and over, the summer came and overtook the winter. As the cold dreary weather melted away, so did the beast.
New times were ahead and all that was left was to move on. If only it was that simple. Things would never be so easy. Though I try I am still connected with her. I revealed my secrets and let her see my heart. A bond like that is not easily forgotten and only time will tell whether I can completely forget. I hope I can. In the meantime, I take it as a lesson and will learn from it. Math and philosophy were not the only things I learned in school that year. I grew up and my eyes were opened to the brutality of people. Nothing is fair and just in this world and there is nothing we can do about it. Everything is so much easier when you are ignorant. If only I had been aware enough to avoid her in the blinding light of the summer. Maybe then I could have remained in the dark.
"MY RIDE, MY REVOLUTION"
His story structure is interesting and I believe I will try to model my own narrative after his style. The story relates to my film class because we see the authour create his own personal myth, which I am required to write for myself.
Feb 22, 2009
"WE STOOD IN LINE AT ELLIS ISLAND FOR THIS?"
"ROLLER BOOGIE"
Feb 19, 2009
"LIFE AND MYTH"
In regard to the assignment summarized above I see no distinct correlation between what I read in the piece and what I have been working on in my film class. I do realize however, that I am currently writing my own personal myth and searching for my identity. Many other people my age are going through the same process and I suspect that we may do a project in the future which will help to reveal our own personal myths and stories to the public.
Feb 18, 2009
"MEMORY AND IMAGINATION"
Feb 11, 2009
HARRY POTTER TRAILER
HARRY POTTER REMAKE
Check out my version of "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone." I hope you like it and be sure to let me know what you think!!!