Ashley Jensen, Blog #3

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qDVW81bXo0s

John DeVittorio Blog #2

John DeVittorio
Blog #2

Words: alien, uninhabited, environments, expedition, untouched, indication, creatures, splendid.

      It has been long theorized that ALIENS lived long ago on now UNINHABITED planets like Venus and Mars. However, the planets ENVIRONMENTS would say otherwise. People have only dreamed of making EXPEDITION's to these UNTOUCHED worlds in order to find the truth. To find INDICATION's that CREATURES once roamed these planets. The thought of it is just SPLENDID.

Tyler Clark Blog #2

David Bowie, contemporary Victorian artifact had just finished making his last and final costume, this would be his greatest piece yet, bringing all of his other works to shame. All his years of performing and costume making would go into this one last piece, which he would show off at his exhibit in a live show. His expression when he gazed upon it's magnificence was breathtaken, he could barely hold back the tears he was making at it's beauty. He looked at the clock and saw it was almost time to go. Almost not wanting to ruin its grace he thought of just keeping it where it was instead of putting it on. but he knew he had fans to impress, so he took the costume, and every so gently, slid it on, and made his way to the show. An hour had passed, and he was giddy to show his audience his finest piece of work. The announcer was making his introduction, making it as big and loud as possible for David Bowie. He heard the audience cheer for him, and letting the anouncer call out his name one more time, he pulled back the curtains, and nearly leapt onto the stage, hearing the audience cheer for him, and gasp at the amazing costume he was wearing. Of course he knew they would be amazed. Who knew such inspiration could come from and boggy marsh?

Austin Ashley, Blog #2

A man shooting deputies tried tried to stop his car but it sped forward and struck a light post. The accident crushed his shoulder. Witnessed identified the man fleeing but when the police encountered him he quickly stole a car and started speeding away. Soon he ended up slammed between two cop cars. Power cables were struck down and stopped the man from going any further. Once arrested the man faced charges of cocaine possession. Police thought they had him under their control but a patrolling officer lost the hold of the man. A gunshot rang out but no one knew who had been hit. The sound followed with a helicopter circling the standoff turned violent. Despite the man's efforts his attempts to get any further fell flat. Paramedics surrounded him because the gunshot sound was actually a wound that was self inflicted. The man shot himself with the firearm he grabbed from the officer. He was found in his car, dead.

Ashley Jensen, Blog #2

The sun rises, heading to waning days. Urgent trouble rising. Energy depleting. Mankind will halt. Change is your problem. Change is our problem. Change is the problem. The world looks grave. First we must change. The world's top must fall. Boom. Social transformation. The poor protest. Violent protest. Rise. Fall. Push for change. Change is here.

Brittany Drago - Blog #2

Price and cash can be used to make tattoos cheaper. Free tattoos for a party done out of a van help make an infected and inky mess. You can save your cash and stay away from the sketchy tattoo vans. The key to tattoo pricing depends of the size and detail and the smaller and more simple that tattoo, the lower the price will be. Time, whether it be under an hour, could cost $50-$100 but if you want an elaborate portrait done, expect to pay a lot of cash for it. Well-experienced tattoo artists provide amazing results, but don't attempt the cutting corners route and find a tattoo artist that will give you a bargain because your piece will come out creepy and disproportionate. Clean and reputable tattoo shops will not ruin your life. Nationwide experienced artists are worth it to find. Suck it up and face the needle though it might not be easy to do so. Shots before the tattoo are a huge mistake. Tattoos are art and wounds, they are the opening in the skin which naturally cause the alcohol to thin the blood and you will bleed heavily and experience more pain during the process. Extra blood causes extra time which causes the result to be less than perfect. Some artists refuse to tattoo intoxicated people. Instead, they will schedule another appointment with them for when they aren't in the wrong frame of mind and about to make a mistake without cooperation. Getting trashed, taking the edge off, and impairing and stumbling can cause a permanent regret. Misspelled tattoos and a major error which will harm your chances of getting a date, job interview, and getting people to like you, which will make your life difficult in the future. Checking translation and accuracy of Japanese symbols. It may be super cute but it might mean "Mold Noodle". The hard part is the actual getting inked itself. The bandage on your new piece is tempting to rip it off to add your ink to your Snapchat story before the recommended usual two hours will expose your tattoo makes it prone to airborne bacteria. Timing is everything and spring break is not a good time for a spontaneous hummingbird tattoo. This will cause your tattoo to be permanently screwed, but you should still take showers. Tattoos are a lifelong commitment so keep it hydrated, use non-scented lotion, and use a minimum SPF 30 lotion to protect your tattoo from fading. Use Aquaphor to stay hydrated and protected. Retouched tattoos are a must in the future so keep in mind the location of it.

BYRON GAMBLE, BLOG 2

Words chosen: flare-ups, die, Ebola, deaths, humanitarian, kindness, disease, flashdemics, tobacco, economic

New Story: Every since Jim Landers from Omaha, Nebraska started having flare-ups of red bumps appearing on his left leg, he knew it was the start of a bigger problem. He went to the Doctors immediately, and when he arrived the Doctor told him he will die in the next 3 to 4 days. This was part of a disease called "Ebola" a new outbreak that has just started in the United States that has already caused 200,000 deaths nationwide. Thankfully humanitarians have convince Congress to set aside 20 of there leading experts on this new disease to quickly find a cure, to save people like Jim Landers before it biomes to late. Thanks to the kindness of others Jim Landers has been sent money and gifts from people all around the world in his battle with his disease. "These 'flashdemics' need to stop happening" said leading expert Samuel Kinghoy who is part of the 20 leading experts to cure this disease. Supposedly in the tobacco plant there is a chemical that could possibly cure this decease however it is not FDA approved and may not be ale to make its way to mainstream Doctors offices anytime soon. With

Chris Tessarolo Blog #2

Paragraph one words: Police, Protsetors, Clashed, Ferguson, Police Chief, Apology, Michael Brown, Shot

Paragraph two words: Assure, Protestors, Changes, Wake, Killing

Paragraph three words: None.

Paragraph four words: Started, March, Scuffle, Broke out, Arrested

Paragraph five words: None.

Paragraph six words: Video, Apology, Family, Community, Body, Removed, Street, Four Hours, Collected, Evidence

I think that this article talks alot about how the Ferguson case was handled improperly and how much conflict this caused between the town and the police force. After attempts to correct the issue and apologize this created more conflict. 

Jessica Sloan Blog #2

She was in the U.S. Military Academy as a freshman when it happened. As being the opposite sex, it was scary trying to become a Marine. She was in a world where 80 percent of the student body was male. She was below them. Staggered, the second she stood up she was drunk. She hurried out freaked as to what has happened. She was too numb, blaming herself. Later, she froze and become angry. This needed an investigation. The culprit only got 100 marching hours. She was defeated; her attacker won. Filing a lawsuit, she went after the male dominated culture that makes it so girls are scared. They need to be seriously punished. She felt accomplished uttering the words, "I'm done being the victim!".

  

Meagan Hoffman_Blog #2

Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone in assassinating JFK. The investigatons came from original Americans about President Kennedy, the victim. A consipiracy was found based off JFK's fingerprints and found bullet casings. Three shots were fired the day JFK was killed. The assassination idea came to Oswald through mail order when four bullets and a revolver arrived. Cognitive dissonance was a psychological factor used to analyze the conspiracies. It was said that the criminal was Oswald who shot JFK. The planet was sad that day, because JFK was killed. Oswald was a nobody, wanting fame from the Communists. One conspiracy that is false is that JFK died wile speeding in car. JFK has high intelligence but also anxiety over his high stress job. His anxiety conditions errupted randomly according to other conspiracies. Research on disasters such as hurricanes and earthquakes happened in randomness ways. The sequence and noice of politics could be a factor of JFK being killed and a plot to overthrow the government. Other conspiracies, Lincoln's Assassinantion and Watergate dismissed the eyes who saw them 50 years ago. QED.

Rayanna Eckman, Blog #2

Words:

intelligence, descriptions, animals, young, large, obligations, unacceptable, problems, learning, behave, possible, correcting, think, noting, obey, manner  

I think in order to live a healthy life, you have to have INTELLIGENCE. You have OBLIGATIONS as a student to BEHAVE like a YOUNG adult. You have to present yourself in a certain MANNER in order to be taken seriously. You have to OBEY and not act like ANIMALS, keep your intelligence in check. Don’t let DESCRIPTIONS of students be that you are not intelligent. It’s POSSIBLE to change this stereotypical THINKing. Its UNACCEPTABLE any other way. This is a LARGE problem that students need to start CORRECTING. Students need to start NOTING this. If they don’t, this generation will start to have even more PROBLEMS. It’s time to start LEARNING.

Isabelle Gay, Blog #3

I chose the music video to the song Vitamin R by Chevelle. I love the concept and visuals of this video. Overall, I find it very artistic. You don't understand what's happening till the very end, and the vocals aren't necessary to have the concept make sense.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XEH7fw298CM

Isabelle Gay, Blog #2

To Reproduce, or Not Reproduce.

Husband is proud to become pregnant, even though the decision is judged and will affect the family. The truth is, motherhood just isn't for every woman.

Sam Silver Blog post #2

Sam Silver

COM 241: Intro to Sound, Image & Motion

Blog Post #2

22 September 2014

The Game of a Lifetime

Word List:

·         Real, shock, premier, guardian, laces, mutant, professional, ideology, rainbow, light, awareness, twitter, hashtag, tweet, development, sports

On all other days Jericho could only imagine this moment. While his thoughts were organized, realistic, and incredibly vivid, they could not compare to the actual occurrence. Today, it was real. He was real. It was a shock to the system the first time the ball was hit to him in the first inning of opening day in the premier baseball league that he had never thought he could join. He was known as, “Showtime Jericho Kaline; the guardian of the third base line.” What started as a fun marketing tool turned into an alter ego of sorts which he used to allow himself to let go of his life while he was on the field. Showtime takes over his body as the batter laces a ball just over the bag. True to his name, the guardian dives to pick the ball off the hop with inhuman reflexes and manages to throw the runner out at first. “Oh lordy, is that kid a mutant or what? No way he could have seen that with human eyes.” The announcer says in amazement.

He gently floats back to reality when the inning ends and he returns to the dugout. It was great to know that he can hang with the professional players that he shared a locker room with. He now felt that this was less of a blessing incurred by some powerful ideology, but rather a natural progression of things based on his hard work. He had played for so long, for so many teams. He had worn all of the colors of the rainbow twice over by the time he landed in Baltimore and he couldn’t be happier to not have to change again. In light of his recent job all Kaline could think about was the stability he was finally able to provide for his girlfriend and their daughter. They had been more than accommodating of the dozens of moves that his job had required and, while they never complained, he had enough awareness to know that it was more difficult than they thought, more difficult than their lives should be, more difficult than he would ever allow things to be for them again.

Time did was time tends to do and quickly moved on in the months until Jericho saw a troubling post on Twitter. “Pride n Joy of Seedlerville, J. Kaline, to be moved to Tampa in 5 player deal.” It had the hashtag, “GuardingNewLines” included which made Jericho’s stomach sink. He couldn’t ask his family to move, not again, not so quickly. He enters the kitchen where his favorite girls are making chocolate chip cookies for the school bake sale that his daughter was so excited about. The words floated out of his mouth without any control, almost as if Showtime showed up and decided to take the punishment of this conversation for him. Silence filled the room. Jericho, reeling in uncertainty, could only stand and await the words that would come from the mouths of the loves of his life. His girlfriend seems as though she had been electrocuted but quickly regains her composure for the sake of her daughter. They talk through what would be best for her development and the role that sports would play in their family. Unable to convince her that this would be the last move of his career they decide that it would be best if he left them in Baltimore and they would figure things out while he was in Tampa. The specter loneliness loomed over his head like a dark cloud when he picked up the phone to call his agent. “I’m sorry, but you’re going to need to find a new client. No, it’s not you. It’s us.”

Rob Morris, Blog #2

Nickodem was just a li'l dun quietly lurking the tiny little clubhouse occupied by grown-ass men. Eleven year old kid's skating progressed, ripping spots all over town. Critical yet casual, this Youngblood from Roslindale is beyond his 17 years, just needs his guilty pleasure of spliffs to cool down.

Amanda Shannon Blog #2

P.E.A.C.E alternative reflection participants. Anchorage, Alaska excursions, they volunteer for preparation of Eklutna's Powwow. Boulders, deconstruct plywood, and silverware. Spectacular mountain enormity nature. Perspective and Empowerment.

Giana Contrada, blog#2

A junior in Virginia played a few days. Exercise angles are barley advice. In the locker room, vivid love was exposed. Tennis encouragement from Michael Jordan was unmistakable. Regardless, he permitted older males for on-court coaching of crying. The support symphony was out of luck
for a week.

Jordan Leibstein, Blog Post #3

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lNcJg5svv9A

Jordan Leibstein, Blog Post #2

She battled a paris hospital investigator. He sold british insurance the night of the crash. One hour and 41 minutes after the collision they placed him in connection with the assasination. His fate was treatment. With his blood pressure rising and rocking he had to be stricken with a quicken procedure from the embassy. The lost government sued him with a document. He blacked out disturbing the coldhearted Charles at 5pm. He censored his emotion of loss caught in wonder.

Harrison Covington blog #2

English feet like to blow smallest commercial.
Drone for the recreational president.
Visitors would be facing disadvantage against smartphones.
Model books analyze features integrating pure live eagles.

Andrew Amaro, Blog #2

Andrew Amaro

"Throwback uniforms, Baseball celebrates its 75th anniversary. The game has changed. A casual nighttime attraction, travel was by train. Chartered planes is the mode of travel in the modern era. Electronic scoreboards had taken over."

Tyler Clark Blog #1

The earliest memory I have of myself was during my little sister's third birthday party. It starts with me hiding behind a tree, angry, because she was getting all of the attention instead of me. We had always had birthday parties in our own home, so having one outside was kind of a special thing for us. I was hiding behind the tree and one of the adults came up to me and asked what was wrong and why I was hiding behind a tree. They thought I was still playing hide and seek and no one ever found me. I said I was angry because everyone was focused on my sister. They said that its fine, because if everyone was focused on me here and now, no one would focus on me at my own party. Me and my little kid brain made what little sense of it that it could, and I stopped being angry, and played along.

Austin Ashely, Blog #1

           

               Everyone has that one toy you get for the holidays that you become obsessed with. The toy I received that happened to consume my life at the time was an actual drivable bat mobile. But alright, maybe it wasn't just the bat mobile. As a kid all I cared about was Batman in general, I had the VHS tapes of every episode of the show, the action figures, the books and I even wore the costume almost every day. I remember it being so much fun to watch the animated show and just have fun in my own world where I could be batman if I wanted to. My earliest memory was definitely a simpler time filled with blissful memories of no care in the world but riding my bat mobile. If I was back home and my mom would look through the never ending box that is our family photos I could show you all the photos of me in the batman costume. But I think I'll save myself the embarrassment. 

Chris Tessarolo Blog #1

One of the earliest memories I have was the first time I went to Disney world down here in Orlando, Florida. Being from Chicago, we didn't have that many attractions around me. Just going up to Wisconsin was entertainment to us. This was the first time (that I remember) flying on a plane, and going somewhere far from home. One of my parents was trying to tell me what was down at Disney, but being a really little kid, I didn't care. I just wanted to be there. Though, one thing in particular stuck in my head. They said there was a Buzz Lightyear ride. Now, every kid had a favorite character when they were young. Buzz Lightyear was mine. I had every toy you could think of. I even was Buzz Lightyear for the halloween before this trip. From the time we got on the plane till the time we got to the Disney parks, I was waiting for this Buzz Lightyear ride. After what seemed to be a year in my eyes, we finally got to Magic Kingdom and I finally got into the line for this ride...and I had to wait again. For another year. We finally got to the entrance to the ride and I finally got on. The best thing- my favorite character, Buzz Lightyear, had helped me get into the cart for this ride. Full costume and all. It was quite possibly the best day of my life as a young 5 year old.

(I don't have any pictures of me on it so heres a picture of some random girls riding it from google)

Jessica Sloan Blog #1

   When you're little, you have outrageous dreams of being and/or meeting your favorite character. As most little kids, I had that dream as well. It was even better, though that my meeting of my favorite character was at the "happiest place on Earth".
  Although it may not be my most youngest memory I have, one of my earlier memories was meeting Ariel from The Little Mermaid at Disney World. I remember not even caring about all the rides or even the flashy floats and attractions at Disney aka Florida's tourist hub. I just wanted to go to Ariel's grotto. I had prepared for this too. I watched the movie at least 3 times if I could remember (maybe even more if you count the ride there). Upon entering her grotto, I was speechless. Well more so shy because I couldn't think of how to strike up a conversation with a mermaid. It was an amazment to be in a presence of a mermaid considering I wanted to be one. She was so nice, and exactly how I imagined she would be. I couldn't have been happier leaving the place (as much as I didn't want to leave).
  On top of meeting her, I also got her autograph. Highlight of my day, and probably at the time my life. I had no notebook or paper for her to sign, so I gave her the next best thing; my hat. That hat was treasured for the longest time. I never wore it again, afraid I would ruin her signature. I still have it to this day too. Her signature is still in tact, and it still reminds me of one of the happiest days of my life at the age of 4.

BYRON GAMBLE BLOG #1

One of my earliest memories is when I went to Disney World of the first time, which is a very basic first memory, however I really don't even remember when I was in Disney World, I just remember being sad when I left. I remember going back to preschool and sitting on my mat for nap time and not being able to sleep and just laying there pondering why would my Mom take me to such a happy place just to take me out of it. I almost thought it was like a cruel joke, sort of like "here's what fun is...no let me take it away from you". Looking back I obviously thought way to much into this Disney trip but it really meant a lot to me. It was the first roller coaster I went on, the first time my Dad was back from work without his cell phone in his hand. The first time I saw both my parents let lose and have real fun with me in an outdoor setting that I can remember. Because this trip meant so much to me it made me so sad to leave that magic place.

John DeVittorio blog#1

John: blog #1

Remember your first movie. The first time you sit down and enjoy some cinematic entertainment. Most people will say it was a kids movie like one of the Disney classics, or maybe Toy Story or Finding Nemo. The first memory I have is watching a movie called King Kong vs. Godzilla. Most people are surprised when they here that. I just say, "yup, while everyone else was watching princess movies, I was watching 2 guys in monster costumes wrestle each other. I was about 3 or 5 years old when I watched on VHS. I still don't know how we came into possession of that copy. Did the original owners of the house leave it? Did my parents buy it? I don't think I'll ever know.

I remember watching it for the first time thinking to myself, what the heck am I watching!? I was so confused. A few years later I figured out the Godzilla was a giant Japanese monster, and that King Kong was a giant gorilla from a 1933 film. I still love watching that movie.

Meagan Hoffman, Blog #6

My scar for this assignment is located on the inside/underside of my right arm in the crook of my elbow. I received the scar when I was about the age of 8 on a trip to North Carolina. My family and I were walking and exploring the countryside of Maggie Valley in NC when I slipped on wet grass right along the side of barbed wire fencing. It sliced my elbow open and it started bleeding instantly. It took a while to heal and has now left a nice long, shiny scar on my arm. The scar has now faded some since it has been so long since the incident. The funny thing about my scar is that about 5 minutes before I cut myself on the barbed wire, my mom called out to both my sister and I warning us to be carful on the wet grass and not to slip into the barbed wire. 

Blog #2, Hannah Sampadian

Embrace those defines of worth. A Culture War, blank Twitter followers. 

It is our turn for the same love.

Davis, Matthew Blog 1

Everyone remembers there first crush. My first crush occurred when I was 6 years old. Her name was Amanda, and we were Pre-K classmates. We had known each other just 2 weeks before I tried to put my "move" on her. Unfortunately, this love story has an unhappy ending. Apparently, my move wasn't as smooth as I had previously thought it would be. 

Our class was sitting in a circle for story time, naturally I sat right next to Amanda. About 3 pages deep in the story, being read to us by our teacher, I decided the time was right, and I did not look back. I reached for her arm and due to lack of experience just kind of held her forearm for a few awkward seconds. I was confused as to what I was trying to accomplish in this position, so I ended up giving her an Indian burn. In case you might not know what an Indian burn is, it consists of twisting ones forearm to the point that their forearm turns red. As you might imagine, Amanda did not enjoy this act of love I was putting forth. She instead began to scream, cry, and tell my teacher. My teacher, like Amanda, did not quite understand or approve of my love gesture, and ultimately ended up screaming at me and taking me to the Principles office. 

Unfortunately for me, my earliest memory happens to be me not only getting rejected from my first crush, but also getting sent to the Principle's office. Luckily, my "move" has since been improved and I have yet to give another girl an Indian burn, so I guess you can say I learned my lesson.

Andrew Amaro Blog 1

Andrew: Blog #1

      My earliest memory was a very bad one. I had a purple huffy bicycle that I loved to ride. I was five. I rode my bike down the hill in my neighborhood. I went way too fast and ended up flipping over the front of my bike. My chin hit the pavement very hard and I immediately started crying. I ran up to my house to get my mom, leaving my bike at the bottom of the hill. I think my chin just fell off the rest of my face and was just hanging there below my face. I remember falling asleep in my mom's lap on the way to the hospital. I got seven stitches and I still see the scar on my chin every single day. What a bad memory from such an awesome bike.

Giana Contrada, Blog#1

My earliest childhood memory is on the gory side, but I remember the exact time and place of the incident. One sunday morning at my old house, I was sitting at the bar in my small white kitchen. My stomach was starting to rumble, so I grabbed a box of Cheez-Its.

At this time I had two Pitbulls named Desi and Josi, they were sisters. They were just sitting next to me looking up at me with their puppy dog eyes; so I had no choice but to share my Cheez-Its. I started throwing down two at a time and they were just loving me. Not thinking anything of it, I made the mistake of only throwing one Cheez-It this time and they began to fight over it. There was blood all over the kitchen; I stood there in shock for a moment until I decided to seek help from my mom. They fought for quite a while until my aunt rushed over and splashed water on them in order to break up the fight.

They were pretty badly hurt and we were not aloud to keep them together anymore due to the chance they might fight again.  We ended up having to put Josi down. I did not tell my parents the truth until around ten years later, I just said I didn't know why they fought. Who would have thought that would happen over ONE Cheez-it, I swear we fed them well!

Jordan Leibstein, Blog Post #1

Jordan Leibstein- One warm summer morning I remember opening my eyes, it felt as if though I was coming alive for the first time. I did not saying anything but I used my other senses such as sound, smell and touch to understand what was going on. I was still in my crib when I heard the sound of sizzling, the “ding” of the toaster going off and the smell of pancakes. I slowly got up off of my comfy pillow and out from under my thin pink blankey that never left my side and I ventured off to the kitchen. Not sure how I knew how to get out of my crib myself but my mom looked shocked too when she greeted me at the bottom of the stairs. “Good morning sweetie,” I heard her say as she was carrying the plate of pancakes to the table along with the butter and syrup. My brothers were already up and at the table talking about what they were going to do for the day. “Good morning my princess, how was your sleep?” says my dad as he finished cooking the bacon to come over and give me a hug and a kiss. He poured me a glass of apple juice, my absolute favorite. My mom then let my dog paws in from outside in the backyard and as soon as she saw me, she ran over to me to lick my face. Paws and I walked over to the table and I climbed up on the chair, she sat next to me the whole time hoping I would drop some food on the floor. Mom made my favorite that morning, Chocolate chip pancakes, YUM. After breakfast was over I took my plate to the sink where my mother was cleaning up. I then went back upstairs and found my favorite bathing suit, (yellow with orange straps) slipped into it, found my beach toys in the garage and went into the closet for my favorite beach towel. After waiting so long because my family always takes forever when getting ready for anything, we were finally en route to the beach in our large 1994 black chevy suburban.

Meagan Hoffman, Blog #1

My earliest memory that I can clearly recall happened when I was in Kindergarten. The cafeteria was serving hot dogs for lunch that day and I was completely bummed out to know that my mom had packed me a lunch instead. I love hot dogs and when I walked into the cafeteria, the smell of the hot dogs was so good that all I wanted was one hot dog. Later that day, when school got out, my aunt came to pick me up and I complained to her about how the hot dogs smelled so good today at lunch but I could not get one because my mom packed me a lunch. My aunt felt so bad for me that she drove me to Sonic and bought me a hot dog before she took me home. To this day, this story is one of my aunt's favorite memories.

The aunt in the story is the one pictured in front of me in the white shirt

Shannon, Amanda Blog #1

One of my earliest memories from my childhood was helping my parents with the laundry. I would crawl into the dryer, and push all the clothing out to make sure my parents didn't forget anything. After helping them with the laundry, i would lay down in the middle of the clean sheets and my parents would lift the sheet up and swing me back and forth. Needless to say laundry day was my favorite day of the week.

Brittany Drago, Blog #1

My earliest memory is when I went to Disney with my family at the age of 4. I remember that we went on the Disney Cruise and it was beyond fun! I remember playing in the Mickey Mouse shaped pool, watching the performances, and the awesome hangouts with the Disney characters. When we got to Disney, my family and I had an amazing time. at all of the parks. I don't remember much in detail about that vacation, but I do remember the overall aspect of it and some of the things that we did. My dad has a lot of pictures of us from that vacation separated into two photo albums and I wish I got the opportunity to make those digital so I can look at them and remember the fun times with my family at Disney.

Harrison Covington Blog#1

The clearest early memory I can recall is when I was around the age of 3. I was playing with my aunt in the back yard on the patio. After a few minutes of playing or so she gave me a pair of brown sandals. These sandals made me unusually happy, probably because it was the first pair I had ever been given and also because I was always going outside barefoot and getting glass stuck in my feet. I kept the sandals long after I out grew them, as a memento of my aunt who passed away only a short time after she gave them to me. 

Rayanna Eckman, Blog #1

One of my earliest memories is when my best friend and I took a dance class at our local community center. Sadly, that was the end of my friends dance career due to lack of rhythm but for me it was just the beginning. Not only did I begin my dance career, but my comedy career as well. My mom had bought me shoes that were a size too big so I could easily kick them off if I wanted to. When our instructor asked us to do cartwheels, I would purposely flick my shoe off as I did it. It always made the entire class laugh and I got some sort of weird thrill from it. That's when I realized that not only did I love dancing, but also making people laugh as well.

SILVERSAMblog#1

Sam Silver

COM 241-E: Intro to Sound, Image & Motion

Blog #1: Earliest Memory

17 September 2014

My Earliest Memory

                 While I was dipping into my memory banks for a good story, I was surprised to find that my earliest memory was describing Will Smith’s, “Willenium” album to my first grade teacher Mrs. Babcock. The typical routine at my elementary school was that school would end around three o’clock and the students would be released to wait on a concrete slab outside of our classrooms until our guardians arrived, at which point we could go play on the playground while the parents talked or we would just go home. My parents were usually pretty good about picking me up reasonably close to this time but on this day I remember waiting for what seemed like forever but was actually probably about 10 minutes extra. My teacher, being the nice lady that she was, was talking to me about what was new in my life which, for a first grade version of me, usually meant what new toy I had to play with. So I start going into excruciating detail about this album to her which in retrospect I’m sure leveled the playing field and made those ten minutes feel equally as never ending for her as they did for me. I asked her how old her daughter was and told her that she should buy the CD for her because it was just the raddest thing ever without being dirty or too hard to understand.

                The irony that I remember this when I have desperately claw at my mind to remember simple mathematical equations and facts for classes that I spend hours studying for is not lost on me. In fact, I’m going to have to disagree with the Young Sam on this point. Mrs. Babcock was right to not buy this album for her daughter. Now I am a 21-year-old college senior who is looking to join the working world and contribute to society who remembers the lyrics to, “Will 2K” but has to sing a lengthy song to himself to remember what month comes after August. That said, I am glad that I wrote this post as I have a night of reminiscing about my childhood with Will Smith acting as the catalyst for these memories and, at times, the narrator.

Rob Morris blog #1

My earliest memory is from when I lived in Cape Cod when I was super young. It was the second place I lived but I don't remember the first one at all. I'm not sure if it was like Christmas or my birthday or something but I got a box of these like cardboard bricks that were all different colors. I just remember being so hyped on them and then my dad and I started putting them together right away. I think it was the first time I ever built anything too. It's random that this is my earliest memory but it might make sense because we ended up having those things for super long; they made it to Boston when we moved there and maybe like 5 or 6 years ago I remember my mom's friend came over with her little kid and he was trying to build a fort with them to hide in for hide-and-seek. It's really fried but that's the earliest thing I can remember for sure.

Blog #2 Example

Despite their trained chords, a voice comes back again, mute. Armed with hope this could be a concept. Enthusiasm can fertilize opportunities. Develop comfort for valuable tools. Evolution can develop unique confidence.