Brain Farts

This morning Mr. Patrician and Mr. Hansen started the class by demonstrating the used of a fart machine app. Unsurprisingly, this is a normal day in Propel. Events similar to this almost always occur. One morning, Mr. Hansen had opened up the day with a meme, and there is almost always a joke that runs throughout the day, such as someone misspelling a word, or mispronouncing a sentence. Today, as the sounds of farts coming from the speakers flooded the room, I thought about how the sound reflected what had been happening in my brain all week.

For the past week, I have barely gotten anything done. for the first couple days of the week all I could do was sit and stare at the empty word document sitting on my computer screen. I had no idea where to start. One night after school I was talking about it with my best friend, Aisha, and she said “Start from the middle.” And so I did that. After I started from the middle and almost instantly was able to get going with my writing. I started with the middle, and then I started working on building on the beginning. With one sentence my brain farts had stopped stinking up my ideas and I am back on track!

Right now, I must admit that I am really behind in everything, but now that I’ve gotten one things going I feel as though I will be able to get going on everything else. With the open week next week, I should be able to get a number of things done without any major distractions. I am hoping to catch up and get completely on track, and maybe actually get a grasp on what I’m doing. Wish me luck!

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ReCAPS.

A few weeks ago, the class was told that the CAPS (Career and Post-secondary Symposium) event was obligatory. When I heard this information I was annoyed. I did not want to take time out of my already busy schedule to go to a career symposium that would not benefit me at all. For a while I was considering just not going, faking sick, or faking my own death. None of those options seemed like an appropriate thing to do, so I settled on attending the symposium for the minimum amount of time that we were required to stay.

When I walked into the building my back hurt already. I have a heavy backpack and a purse on and I had just come from musical theatre. I stripped off my jacket, and I glanced around.At first I really did not want to be there. I would’ve rather been anywhere but there. At that point I would’ve rather stuck my hand in glass than be at the symposium. After a little while I decided that I would spend the next hour tracking down food. Soon after I ventured farther into the building I ran into my friend Derek. I asked him if he knew where the food was and he took me into a room where there was a bunch of tables set up. I found pizza, and as I was walking out a few tables caught my eye, such as the University of Manitoba table. If I am being completely honest, the thing that caught my attention most was the pens. I made it into a game after I had run into a few friends. We had a competition to see who could collect the most pens.

As I collected pens I encountered some really awesome people and i gained some cool information about different programs and courses all over the province. I’m glad that I went, because I had returned home with a lot of course books and post-it notes with websites to visit, and best of all there was food and coffee. Overall, I think that caps event was very informative and it was a great amount of fun. This one was definitely more interactive than the last one I went to, which makes it even more great. I wish there were more events like this, and if there is I wish that they were more publicized. Career symposiums are extremely helpful, especially when you feel lost with your future. They can help you narrow it down a little bit. It won’t do all the work for you, but it sure will help you finish the work.

Perfect Worlds don’t Exist

Since I had not entered a blog post last week, I will be covering the happenings of this week and last week. Within the last couple of weeks I have started zoning in on the script for my film and the characters for my film. I am very close to having a complete character list.

Last week I started writing down every thought and idea that I had. When I say every thought I literally mean every thought. No matter how pointless the idea was, I wrote it down. At one point I had the words “Peanut butter sandwich” down, which is weird because I am allergic to nuts (and almonds, but who really cares.) When I got farther and farther into my script more and more ideas kept popping up and it was so overwhelming. I’m glad that I have four notebooks or else I would be in a lot of trouble.

As I started writing the script I was excited to finish is so I could print out a physical so I could make physical notes. I’ve always been the type of person to keep physical copies of everything. It’s so much more convenient. There is no danger of a physical script dying if it hadn’t been previously charged. Also, there is no danger of someone deleting it off your computer. Of course, there is the danger of dropping it into a puddle, having a dog eat it, or having someone think its garbage and throw it out, alongside the fact that you are killing trees. Every method has its pros and cons.

In the next week, I hope to complete my script, and print out a physical copy so I can physically hold it and read it through. I also am eager to take notes that I can pop into the dialogue before I start shooting. I anticipate that it will make shooting and figuring out characters a lot easier. I’m also looking forward to having everything laid out in front of me instead of having it on a computer screen. I’m not expected to get too much done next week though, as I am gone for half the week at a musical theatre retreat. In a perfect world I will be filming within the next two weeks, but as we all know, a perfect world will never exist.

There Weren’t any Actual Forks.

Yesterday we went to the Forks. Our assignment was to take pictures that tell a story. It was a cold day so my group spent little time outside, but with the time I spent outside I made do with what I could get done. After eating some lunch we went outside and I looked for how I could tell a story. At first I had no idea. I never really put meanings to inanimate objects, so I was having a rough time. When we walked around I started telling stories about my past and then the idea came upon me to tell a story about memories. It came to me so easily that I didn’t know how I didn’t think of it sooner.

I walked around for a little while, taking a trip down memory lane. Some of them were good, others were bad, and others were just plain hilarious. I was nice reflecting on memories after what has happened over the past week in my personal life. I realize that when you’re in pain you should embrace what used to be and hold on to those memories. When people mourn something, they dwell on the fact that it would never happen again rather than being glad that they have the memories. Learning to hold onto memories and be thankful for them is an important life lesson.

When putting the SWAY presentation together I thought it would be harder than it was. It was fairly simple, and the words that I put with the pictures I took just naturally came to me. I believe that they just came to me because these stories and memories are a part of my personal life and history. It was a good thing to learn how to do. I think photojournalism is fantastic. I want to learn more about it after figuring out what it was. I guess the saying is true; you learn something new every day.

 

Who Knew Singing Could be so Painful?

For most of the week I was absent from propel due to choral celebration. Due to the circumstances, this week’s blog will be about choral celebration.

On Tuesday morning students from Dakota, J.H. Bruns, Glenlawn, and Nelson McIntyre met at Faith Lutheran church. When I got there, I was the third one to show up. I have always been a person known for showing up very early for evens . In this case, I was an hour early alongside a girl named Lexi, and my musical friend Madison. Fast forward to an hour later, we were starting warm up. Anyone who is a choir kid or a musical kid will tell you that vocal warm ups are extremely important. If you do not warm up you will be in a lot of pain. For me personally, warm up is my favourite part of every choir rehearsal. It’s always fun, and it’s one of the only times where I get to figure out how high my voice can go because I am in the tenor/bass section of my vocal jazz group. Most of the vocal warm ups feel silly at first, but then they just become a part of your everyday life.

Over the course of two days, we learned four songs, memorized two of them, and got ready to perform the songs at the centennial concert hall on Wednesday evening. Every day we sang and practiced for six and a half hours. After every day everyone’s throats hurt, and our voices felt raspy (which of course could be solved by another quiz vocal warm up). On the Wednesday we had our dress rehearsal at the concert hall. When I first walked into the room I was amazed by how big the room was. I was very nervous. When we started singing I was shocked by how we sounded in the room. It was amazing. I had performed in a theater like place before, but it was nothing like this. This was amazing.

That night when we were getting ready everyone was nervous. I was so scared I was going to screw up, and since I was in the front row you would be able to hear it through the microphones. We all squished into a room upstairs to run through some songs before we went on. That didn’t give anyone any breathing space. On top of that, we didn’t have any time to warm up before the concert. That put everyone in an anxious state. Our throats hurt because we had been singing all day, we were about to go on for an almost full house, and we had only learned these songs in the past 48 hours. You could tell that the tensions were high. As we walked onto stage the curtains hadn’t been opened yet. I had a wordless conversation with the girls I was standing beside and the boys behind me. We organized ourselves in our positions and we held out binders under our arms like we had previously rehearsed. When they pulled the curtains open I saw the masses of people. I felt like I was going to throw up from the nerves, but at the same time this is something that I’ve wanted for a very long time. I love performing, and I finally got the chance to do it in an environment other than singing in my schools small theater, or dancing at my schools summer pep rally. It was an amazing feeling.

After the performance, the second the curtains closed everyone was overwhelmed with excitement. We all hugged each other, and congratulated each other on how we did. At the end of the two days I had made a few new friends who I could be happy with at the end of the night. When people talk about choral and musical subjects, no one ever really talks about the friendships. In vocal jazz there is a small group of us. We talk to each other, share food with each other, and help each other. Most importantly, we do what we love together which really brings up together as a family. Choral and musical courses are half about the relationships you create along the way. That’s the same with musical theatre. In musical theater we all become best friends and we all grow to love and care for each other, and after the semester is over we are all heartbroken that we won’t be spending as much time together every day. That is really the magic behind these programs. In grade nine I was in choir, and I was also in a drama class, and that is where I met my two best friends. We’ve been best friends now for two years, and they are the best friends I have ever had. I’m still in vocal jazz with my best friend Angela, and my best friend Aisha and I aren’t in drama together anymore, but we are all inseparable. We are our own little friend group (with my other best friend Keara who I had met through Aisha) and we do a lot together. None of that would have ever happened without choir or performing arts classes.  With these programs and courses people make lifelong friendships, and it’s amazing. I’m dreading when high school ends and we all have to go our separate ways, but I find comfort in the fact that I’ll have all the memories from my musical years.

 

{This title is stuck in mental traffic}

This week we started officially planning our projects. At first I wanted to just jump right in and start working on the script, but we were given an assignment to fill out before actually starting. When we were given this assignment I was super antsy and ready to just jump right in, but I soon realized the importance of starting small and slow. When I went over the sheet with Mr. Patrician and Mr. Hansen I learned that I really didn’t know as much about film making as I thought. As I think about it, I have no idea what to do about the equipment or the lighting techniques, but I’m willing to learn.

Over the week, I have been thinking about what I want to do for the plot, and what kind of message I want to send. I was watching Switched at Birth when I was thinking about it, and I realized to make my film especially unique, I could put in a deaf character. The next day I brought it up with Ysobel, and she offered to learn sign language with me. So far in the past few days, I have learned very simple signs, and I can say sentences like “I don’t know what to do,” and “Do you need help?” I am extremely excited to learn a new language to use in my project, and I am also excited to be able to communicate with an entire community.

As the week goes on I am working on my sign language daily. I am also working on my new plot and I am working in this new opportunity. I am excited to learn alongside one of the many friends I have made here at Propel. I can’t wait to see where this goes.

From Building to Success.

When we started the classroom building process I had a million ideas, and I didn’t know how to word any of them. I’m not the type of person to share my opinion and ideas in a group setting in fear of judgement, so I didn’t share any of them. The plethora of ideas that were shared filled up a whole computer screen, and we still weren’t done sharing. Some of the ideas that were shared seemed like a lot of work, and I didn’t think we’d get a lot of them done. One of the craziest ones I heard was getting a fish. When I heard the idea, I laughed at it, never thinking it would happen. Once we got everything down, we started cutting down on the load, and then we created some great systems. We started assigning jobs and we got started. I was put in charge of working on the ripped bean bag chairs with Feliza and getting and taking care of the fish.

As the week started, I didn’t know what to do. I’m a person who needs a lot of guidance and reassurance, and I wasn’t sure where to start. I eventually ended up starting to collaborate with Feliza to see how we were going to approach the bean bag situation, and then I started working on the budget for the fish on my own. There were a few roadblocks, such as clashing ideas with Feliza about what to do with the chairs, and finding out how much fabric we’d need, and figuring out the expenses of the fish, but with self confidence and patience I powered through and got it done. once everything was in place, I went out to Fabricland to buy the fabric we needed for the chairs, and at the same time we figured out how exactly we’d approach the chair situation, and then we ended up doing what I never thought would happen. We got the fish.

As this week comes to an end, I’m reflecting on all the work we have completed. I’ve seen some groups finish their tasks, other groups work hard towards completion, and my groups completing tasks that took a long time to figure out how to do. We got a fish, and we named him Finnick. We figured out who would take the rolls in feeding him, who would take him home every weekend, and who would change him water every week. With the beanbag chairs, we took out the middle of the chair and replaced it with comfortable black fabric. It was both cute and effective. I believe that we all accomlished something this week. I am looking forward to see how the rooms form as we move forward next week.