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.