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Where I’m From

I am from action figures and comic books,

from the Val Kilmer batman and radio-active spiders.

I am from an only childhood and a broken family,

from make-believe mermaids and playing outside.

 

I am from stolen lunches and broken bones.

I am from a place where I am the minority,

where I am the weirdo.

but from that hate, I became strong and caring.

 

I am from long drives and 60’s music,

from days with my mom who plays hookie.

I am from funerals and live childbirth,

from my sister’s first laugh and days of board games.

 

I am from dance and performing,

from the 100,000s of people watching.

I am from the adrenaline rush and pure happiness

from creativity and expression.

 

I am from the realizations of beauty and happiness,

that hides in the midst of sadness.

I am from the choice to be happy,

and all the paths you can take to find it.

 

“This I Believe” Composing Log

My Composing Log for the ‘This I Believe’ Essay

Tuesday 8/28
Once I got home, I just sat at my computer for awhile thinking of what to write. I saw my camera next to a picture of my dad and thought I could write about my inspiration for photography.
I wrote a rough draft of what I would say
I went straight to Pandora radio, to find a good song: Drifting by Andy McKee.

Wednesday 8/29
I went through all my paper photographs, which I also have CD’s for and started saving all the photos I wanted to use.

Thursday 8/30
Edited my writing and practiced speaking it outloud.  Also added more photos to my file.

Here’s my Rough Draft (as of 8/30)

You learn so much about humanity, and family, and friends and definitely yourself when face-to-face with the realization that Death took someone away from you. But the biggest thing I learned, I learned too late. You need to celebrate Life, in itself,  …your life, and everyone’s life around you. I believe, in this context, that celebrating life really means….
Reminding the people closest to you that you love them…
And that you miss them.
You need to heal relationships that are broken.
Random acts of kindness big or small.
Holding together friendships that are really important to you rather than passively letting them fade.
Leave nothing left unsaid.
My dad’s passing was unexpected and I would give anything to talk to him- We didn’t truly leave anything unsaid. He knew how much he meant to me, and I knew how important I was to him.
I believe you can celebrate the lives of people that are gone.
Even though I understand now that a pain like grief never truly goes away, I decided to focus on his life. Not his death. I believe that I can still celebrate my dad’s life, just in a different way. That he can stay alive through my stories. And most of all, through my camera.
You see when I was in middle school, my dad got me a camera just like the one he had when he was a photographer. A Minolta FX-2. He taught me everything I needed to know and I was obsessed with that camera.
I wanted to be just like my dad. It was later in my life that I figured that I didn’t need to try to be like him, but in fact I already am a carbon copy.
I stuck with photography for a long time, following in my dads footsteps. Eventually that hobby faded. And it wasn’t until I had to go through all of my dad’s belongings that I found his box of photographs that he took. And his old Minolta.
Now I’m back out on the scene taking photographs with my dad’s Minolta. I’ve gone through numerous rolls of film. And every time I’m out photographing, I think of my dad and all the photos he’s taken with the same camera. How many times he’s held this camera and how many emotions he’s captured. The camera is like my connection to him; the device keeping us together as if we are both looking through the lens. I believe that I can celebrate how wonderful my dad was though stories but that I also celebrate my dad’s life, tell him how much I love him through our Minolta FX-2.

Notes (8/30)
– using voice memo on iphone
-audacity
-photo story

Tuesday 9/4
I didn’t do anything productive this weekend. For a bit, I wasn’t sure if I liked my subject. So I tried coming up with another subject that I might like more. But after talking about it with friends, I decided to stick with my original subject, mostly because I’m passionate about. But also because I have so much done for it.

Thursday 9/6
I watched youtube videos about how to use iMovie. And started to play around iMovie, just practicing with random photos and clips to get the hang of it.

Friday 9/7
In the morning, I worked for about 5 hours straight, putting together the iMovie. I started with just putting the photos on, and in the order that made sense with the essay. Then I added the music,after getting it off of iTunes. I then started to record myself. I did the voice recordings in small chunks so that it was easier to line up with the photos. It still took a lot of moving around .5 seconds or even .1 seconds to get it to look right. That was the most frustrating part. I stopped half way through the voice recording.
I came back to it at night, finished the voice recordings and finished the last bit of editting. Tweeking the last few half seconds. I ended up having to change my essay a little more when I started recording.

Final Draft

I believe that everyone should celebrate life, in itself… your life, and everyone else’s life around you. Because when death takes someone away from you, you are going to wish you had all that time back. And I believe, in this context, that celebrating life really means….
That you remind the people closest to you that you love them…
And that you miss them.
That you heal relationships that are broken.
And give random acts of kindness, even if its something small like holding a door open.
That you hold friendships together friendships that are really important to you rather than passively letting them fade and that you never leave anything unsaid.
I would give anything to talk to my dad again. And when I think about it- We didn’t truly leave anything unsaid. He knew how much he meant to me, and I knew how important I was to him.
I believe you can celebrate the lives of people that are gone.
Even though I understand now that a pain like grief never truly goes away, I decided to focus on his life. Not his death. I believe that I can still celebrate my dad’s life, just in a different way. That he can stay alive through my stories. And most of all, through my camera.
You see when I was in middle school, my dad got me a camera just like the one he had when he was a photographer. A Minolta FX-2. He taught me everything I needed to know and I was obsessed with that camera.
I wanted to be just like my dad. It was later in my life that I figured that I didn’t need to try to be like him, but in fact I already am a carbon copy.
I stuck with photography for a long time, following in my dads footsteps. Eventually that hobby faded. And it wasn’t until I had to go through all of my dad’s belongings that I found his box of photographs that he took. And his old Minolta.
Now I’m back out on the scene taking photographs with my dad’s Minolta. I’ve gone through numerous rolls of film. And every time I’m out photographing, I think of my dad and all the photos he’s taken with the same camera. How many times he’s held this camera and how many emotions he’s captured. The camera is like my connection to him; the device keeping us together as if we are both looking through the lens. I believe that I can celebrate how wonderful my dad was though stories but that I also celebrate my dad’s life, tell him how much I love him through our Minolta FX-2.

Final Video (uploaded to YouTube)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LMYMMbwUqik&list=HL1347992239&feature=mh_lolz

Reflection on Multimodal composing:

I couldn’t start any other way than to start by writing the essay. I knew we had the option to start another way; but, I felt like I needed the essay in order to understand what pictures and song I might need. However, after writing my original rough draft I read it over and over while listening to different songs. Until I found a song that matched the tone I was imagining while reading. I would definitely encourage different ways to create a project, similar to this project, regardless of how I like to create my projects. For me, when I’m a teacher, I want to focus on creativity more than anything so multimodal composing is a great way to explore creativity.