Stuff having to do with the world of journalism.
When a human speaks what comes out?
Is it failures, hopes, dreams?
Do the words represent freedom?
Or just a logical way to communicate?
Humanity has not always been united in this regard.
Thousands of cultures have existed.
These ancient people made art, tools, and crafted language.
Progress always had it’s price.
Skin color, cultural values, and language all warped.
People could their differences to others.
It is these differences that has caused conflict.
Last night I was on Facebook, just cruising as I do and I see a link shared by my Dad’s company.
The caption of this video was this, “Very interesting idea. Would you adopt this phone technology? // #phoneblocks”
I was like, “well this might be interesting.”
I have had an iPhone for 5 years. I got the iPhone 3 on my 13th birthday, and from there I haven’t thought about having any other phone.
Droids have come out and the iPhone still seems better. The Galaxy series came out, and still the iPhone seems better, but this Blok phone is the 1st phone that I have thought about actually switching to.
This phone isn’t out yet, but the concept is great.
Electronic waste is an ever-growing thing in this world, and our phones are contributing to this issue greatly.
Our phones aren’t made to last, they are made to last until a new one comes out and then suddenly stuff starts to break.
This block concept eliminates the phasing out of the entire phone.
There is a block for every component of the phone, so if one breaks, you just replace that block.
It allows the user the ability to customize their phone. Photographers can upgrade to a bigger camera, old people can go simple so they know what the hell they are doing and don’t have to ask me how to press a button that says “phone” to use the phone.
(Love you mom).
This idea needs funding, and it needs to be spread across to all of the executives across the country so people know about it.
On October 29 they will send a blast out to all major companies to try to get the process rolling.
They need our help to get the word out.
Go to phonebloks.com and join the Thunderclap so that they can get enough people to make their dream a reality.
Not only could this introduce a brand new, very cool phone to the market, but it could cut down on waste and help the general well-being of the world we live in.
Summer vacation would never be better than spending time in a big city like New York.
I personally always consider the Big Apple an artist. She paints herself into a large, colorful picture that embraces different views and various culture.
However, instead of hanging out and having fun in the crowded city, my summer was mostly spent at a more academic spot –NYU.
Before my summer started, I applied to NYU’s precollege program and waited a long time to start the exciting experience.
When I arrived at the campus, which consisted of lots of different buildings located around the Washington Square, my heart started to beat strongly and eagerly. God, I do love this place.
Then my six-week school prgram started. Just like colleges, each student had their own schedules and for me, as I applied to the journalism program, I chose “Report in NY” and “Multimedia Journalism” in order to get a more professional experience as a journalist.
The classes went well. For the Multimedia class, we stepped outside the classroom and shot pictures and videos, and interviewed people -basically everything about the topic of the story we were dealing with. As for me, I did a profile story on a subway musician at Times Square Station; a story about the heat in the city and how the weather affected people’s lives; and a review story on the CNN Tour we went on as a class. My favorite -or my most successful- project was the final which was about, “Dining at NYU.”
It was a brand new experience for me to present news via multimedia ways. I learned a lot about shooting skills, and the editing process of videos and what should be shown or not shown. Six weeks were absolutely not enough to become super good at it, but at least I got a unique opportunity to start something valuable.
Walking around in NY with my camera shooting the life of the city, has been my dream for a long time, and it came true. I did enjoy it.
“Report in NY” class was more traditional compared to the other one. We found stories by ourselves and did all the interviews and edited them until it reached the perfect level.
The most part I liked about NY was that it was not hard at all to find stories. Things were happening all the time around us. The city was busy and so as the people.
Talking to different people and listening to their stories only made me more obsessed with journalism. Because I do want to share them with others and let more people know about the world around us. And I guess that’s what I’ve learned this summer.
Besides studying, I also went to other places in the city to relax. It’s New York, as long as you are in the city, it would never be boring.
My summer was busy with classes but at the same time, I felt fortunate to learn something new, to meet new friends, and to get more knowledge about New York.
It was a life-long unforgettable experience for me and I will miss that purple place very much.
As this year is drawing to an end, this is my last mandatory blog.
I wanted to take a second and thank all you have read my blog through my year in this class, but this isn’t the last of me.
I plan to be blogging this summer through whatever adventures I may encounter, but I will be back regularly in a few months.
Many of you have enjoyed my poetry or sports stories this year so I will leave you with one last poem.
Thank you for bringing traffic to our site, and please spread the word.
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As it draws to an end so does this journey.
Another year, going nowhere, sitting in the same spot we were in, when the first day started.
The same spot we were in the first time my eyes met yours.
As I prepare to take my final walk out on stage, I would like to think I’d see you in the audience.
The applause resonate through the building, and I stand behind closed curtains.
Shaking, nervous as could be, hoping you’ll be there, but when they open and I take my final bows, where the applause once were, lay and emptiness.
My heart drops, and once again I feel alone.
Just as I did when this show began.
This is the kind of show I never want to see the end of, but you hold my head towards the screen.
I would like to live in the illusion I have created of how our show ends, but instead you put me in front of everyone, only to find myself standing alone, and you aren’t even there.
I take my bow to an empty room, but it does not stop.
The show must go on.
So it is essentially the end of the school year at this point and a lot has changed over the last year. I have lived a year of new experiences.
At the beginning I was excited, but fear always gripped the back of my throat. Over time that feeling faded after acquiring new friends and finding a real home at OVS.
Writing these blogs and journalism in general has helped me more than I would have liked to admit. I am entering a lot of projects this summer pertaining to writing and I fell like a much more confident writer.
I have learned incredible things this year and I want to use this opportunity to thank everyone that helped me this year.
Well, this week has been just incredible. I have faced a TON of success this week.
The big day was Thursday, where I not only received a strong SAT score but also won 1st place in the sports writing category of the Tri-County Journalism Competition that me and my class went to.
Last year, the first place winner was also named John and due to a dramatic pause last year, my heart sank in anticipation of hearing my last name called. However, last year was not my destiny.
Instead, the powers that be made me wait until this year, where I finally corrected my wrongs, and earned the top prize.
I’ll be honest. I was a little bitter this year after one of my classmates (who happens to be one of my closest friends) won a Ventura County Star award for her sports journalism and I received nothing. However, I should be thanking her. I gained a new sense of determination going into the competition this past week after not getting the Star award. By the way, I’m really not that bitter being as she really put out an incredible article to win her award. I was very proud of her. Way to go Daphne!!!!
Anyway, the SAT score isn’t as big of a deal to me despite its affect on my college resume. The journalism accomplishment makes me feel that sense of superiority. I came into the competition expecting that I would win something. I was hopeful for first place. But I knew that after last year, this was my time.
Way to go, OVS journalism! We really made things happen!
I’ve woken up up cold an alone.
My head is thumping and my heart is pounding.
I can tell that where I am is hot, but I feel so cold.
I taste blood. My eyes have blindfold over them, but I can tell I can’t open my eyes.
I try to reach out, but my hands are tied behind me. I try to walk, but my feet aren’t on the ground. I am alone in this room, hanging from the ceiling. My clothes have been taken off, I have blood dripping down my face and onto my chest. I hear it drop onto the cement floor.
Drip drop, drip drop, drip drop.
It’s hard to keep my eyes open.
I keep fading in and out of consciousness. Swaying back and forth from this chain. I can’t move. I can’t scream. I have a sock shoved in my mouth to keep my quiet. I knew I shouldn’t have followed that stupid piece of s**t dealer, but I’m too f*****g stupid to leave something alone.
Now I’m in this room. Humiliated, naked, beaten, bloody, bruised, and cold. I have no idea if I’ll ever leave this place.
Tears mix with my blood and they run into my mouth, just being sopped up by this sock.
I can’t keep my eyes open, fading, fading, fadi……
So at the beginning of the NHL playoffs I entered a bracket challenge on nhl.com
I based my predictions off of how the teams played during the year, and where they finished in their respective conferences.
Here is my bracket that I started at the beginning of playoffs.
So many teams have not played the way they were supposed to that my whole bracket is basically ruined.
So far the only thing I have gotten right completely is that the Kings would beat the Blues in 6 games.
Hey, at least that’s a start.
I also guessed Chicago would be Minnesota, but who didn’t?
There once was a very tired editor who would spend all day grading and posting blogs. By the end of the day she would look over so many blogs that her arms would get sore from grading.
Her exhaustion would show in her demeanor by the end of the day. She would drag her feet across the floor as she approached her car.
She would schlep herself home and open her computer to articles and blogs ready to be edited, and everyday she would stay up until they were all finished.
She never took breaks and always worked incredibly hard for her classes.
This editor is our editor-in-chief Aria Ellett.
I had seen this video a while back, but I had forgotten about it for a while.
I was sent a video by a fellow football player, called, “Sound FX of the NFL,” or something to that affect.
It reminded me of the Bad Lip Reading of the NFL that I had watched a while back and I wanted to see it again.
I watched it and have been repeating it over and over, showing it to people, and I laugh every time I see it.
Jim Harbaugh desperately asking for cake, a ref explaining what he walked into when he went out with a girl last weekend, and Tom Brady recognizing what race he his.
Take a look at this video and let me know what you think about it.
I would love to see your comments.
Please enjoy. I know this isn’t exactly a new video, but it’s hilarious.
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