The battle of August Town

Visited the community of August Town yesterday with my classmates to get first hand information needed for our group project. Lets just say I know august town had some issues but I never expected to see what I saw. The residents were depressed and the structures they called homes were as shaky as their spirits. The experienced allowed me to be more respectful of the hard work that my parents have put in to ensure that I have a nice home and for the blessings that God has given me. Jamaica is far more than the land wood and water let us remember the people.

1.Faculty of Education & Liberal Studies (Bathroom) is my topic

Sub Topics

1.Why isn't bleach fully utilized as a cleaning agent?

2.Is the cleaning staff competent?

3.Is it healthy to use public bathrooms?

2.Lack of seats on campus is my topic

Sub Topics

1.Is it acceptable for my food to be drenched by rain?

2.When will it be easier to rest my legs?

3.Doesn't administration see the struggles of the students?

3.Fashion is my topic

Sub Topics

1. What goes through a girls mind when dressing for school?

2.Why does it seem that girls put more  effort into dressing for school than boys?

3.Are high heels really necessary?

Everywhere I go these days I find myself looking at details thinking of how I would capture the moment with my camera. Classes have opened up my eyes as to what it takes to get the right shot and what I need to remember and what I should forget when writing my stories.

Papine Project

 Class today saw us going through the premises that we have written in preparation for the completion of our project later on in the semester. Miss examined the premises and gave feedback and assistance on the steps we should take to get our project under way. Class today showed me that with proper preparations I can prevent some of the stress and pressure later on in getting my project completed on time.

The Bus Experience

     Today just like every other day I journeyed to and fro via the public transport system. However, today the conductor of the bus seemed to be having some what of a PMS type day as he decided to take out all his stress from his work out on me.  As I payed him my fare the conductor created quite an excitement on me on the bus as he was rather upset about the fact that I gave him a $500 note and he now had to go out of his way to find change. "Yoooo u fi walk wid bbc change my girl man nuh ave time fi dis" thats what this man had the audacity to say to me.I calmly said to him if you don't want anyone to pay $500 say that as we enter the bus so I can know not to travel on this particular bus.

   The bus drive continued and not another word was exchanged until the conductor became enraged again when a passenger handed him a $1000 bill. Out bursts echoed throughout the bus as everyone shouted their disgusts with the conductor. Everyone received their correct change and the journey continued as the conductor stared angrily at the passengers. Thank God I arrived home safely.

Shots

Cinematic shots are defined  by the amount of subject within a frame

Shots can vary in duration
Shots can vary in size
Shots carry meaning... what purpose would shots serve if they conveyed no meaning not much would it

I had no previous knowledge of shots so I was quite interested in the topic as Ms.Davies spoke on the topic

Types of Shots

Long shot 
Medium shot
Close-up shot
Extreme long shot
Full shot
Medium shot
Over the shoulder shot


Long shot is used to show the full human figure and shows a clear view of the environment
Full shot would show a figure from the knees/waist up shows it as approximately life size

NEVER FRAME AT JOINTS

Medium shot shows the subject in relation to its immediate surroundings.
Over the shoulder shot usually has two persons in the shot  with one having his/her back to the camera and the other facing the camera
Close up shots  shows very little of the background and concentrates primarily on the face or a specific detail only shows part of the subject. Close ups allow us to share the emotions of the  characters.
Reaction shot is used to show the effect of one person's words or actions on the other people  in the scene.

Abused

My mother combed my hair that bright and promising morning

The sun was blazing but the place was so cool and calm

The calm before the storm

But I didn't know this yet

She placed my bows in hair uneven were the lines that framed my braids

She showed me my uniform and tied my shoes lace

Just like she did every morning

My mother always wore long dresses

I just thought it was the way to dress as a woman

Later on I found out that it was to cover the open cuts on her unpleasant flesh

My father came in and took his seat

Clothes so clean and water dripping from his face 

As he ate all that his obedient wife had laid on his plate

My innocence was still protected within my body 

As my breasts continued to protrude

My hips no longer on the straight path

As curves came in and out 

My innocence was what men were seeking to take from me

My father was my protector 

So I remained calm nothing to fear even though men whispered in my ears

But that morning was the last sunshine I would see 

As my father hit my mother the cups and picture frames shattered from the force of his  hand

My mother lay on the floor

As if she was permanently placed there

He kicked her outside and closed the door

A silent message to show that she was needed in our house no more

My father came over me and kissed my cheeks

He untied my uniform 

An then touched where my innocence lay

I questioned  his actions 

But he silenced my words by pushing his tongue down my throat

He moaned from the kiss a if he took pleasure in his child

He opened his pants and told me to touch what no child should ever touch

I touched it as I was grown up to obey my father even though I know deep down it wasn't right

He parted my little legs and pushed all of him inside me 

While his big hands encircled my developing breasts

I didn't cry as I felt nothing

My mind was far gone from what was taking place

This continued for hours

My white sheet which once signified my innocence was now covered in blood

The man who should love me 

Had wounded me and ripped my little heart from my body

I was only ten the life I was looking forward to 

In my mind had just come to an end

My father was the man who I looked up to

But he pushed me on my knees 

As he forced himself within me once more

My knees rubbed on the floor

Each minute went by all love was no more

The sun went down outside

And so too did the light in my life

My father had abused me 

From morning till night

Street Children

They wipe your car glass

As you make your way to work

You drop a coin at their feet as if they have no worth

They ask you for help 

You say you have no time

The same clothes they wear each and everyday

While you pack up tens and thousands of clothes to throw away

Neglected by their parents

Who are often children themselves

What a country we live in

We preach that the children are the future and each child must learn

Then why is it that they fight to survive and earn on their own

You splash the waters on them while you drive in your heavy trucks

Songs are written about them

It's obvious they are seen

The leaders of our country say they care

But have we even given them a one meal

We sit around the tables in our parliament house

Make plans for our country,millions spent on celebrations

While another child is abused and killed

What has happened to the heart of our leaders

I believe covered with pride and hunger for power

The eyes of this children are black 

Death is near

All hope of a better life is covered in the black of their decaying toe nails

Wise up leaders and for once give the children something to believe in

Taste the innocence that leaves their eyes

50 years and you stil pass them on the streets

Take off your shiny suits for once

And embrace their pain

Make them feel as if the work theor fore fathers did wasn't all in vain