Script Writing & Comm Studio 4 The End!!!

Script writing was a bit missing in action somewhat but based on what I did learn it will help me in writing better scripts in the future. My recommendations however would be that script writing because a component of Comm Studio I don't see the need for them to separate. Comm Studio was very eventful but fulfilling it brought broken friendships within my group back together. I enjoyed the experience and I look forward to more great moments in Comm. Studio 5

The End...

  We ended shooting on Sunday and can I tell you I am so happy its over .We had lots of fun but it was a very very long process. However being in a group where all members showed interest in getting the work done helped. We got it all done with limited problems and I'm very thankful to God for that the work still continues as editing gets under way and we do hope everyone enjoys the end product.

The wind came in...

 Today, my group was scheduled to shoot at 11am we got our equipment and strutted off to our location when after setting up we realized that the wind was too much and our ever sensitive wireless mics picked up every bit of it. We then decided it was in  the best interest of our production to reschedule our shoot for Sunday. We could have gone ahead with our shoot by using the boom mics however another groups selfish attitude saw our mic being present at their shoot. Well we decided to use the day instead to do some editing so the day wasn't completely wasted.

How it all started

    Honestly my group got off to a really good start. We were very organized and everyone was comfortable with the roles that they received. We started out with "Battle of the Princesses" which saw us going the extra mile by having shoots on Sundays Mr.Dixon was very helpful and guided us at the start. our shoots were scheduled for Tuesdays and Thursdays and we maintained that schedule throughout the entire semester. It's my hope that the editing purpose will be a smooth and stress free one. Difficulties faced were students walking in and out of our frames and group members hectic schedules. Hopefully the outcomes will be a wonderful and fulfilling one.

Let the Projects Begin!!!!!

     This week saw miss being out as she was feeling sick in the past this would have been a fun week for students as we could get some free time, some time for ourselves but  this was not to be. We had to use whatever free time we had to get our projects under way as the story board was due this week. My group was a bit shaky to begin with as we have had problems deciding on the perfect concept for our group however we went ahead and got our storyboards completed. I look forward to shooting this week and getting our projects completed as quickly as possible.

Hectic times ahead...

    This week my group had the task of completing our scripts, treatments and scene outlines for our group assignments. It proved to be a tedious task but our group is focused and well organized and we got the work done in a timely fashion. This first phase showed us exactly how much work we really have to do in a limited amount of time. Look out for more posts on the development of our presentations has they prove to be entertaining and leave you wondering what just happened.

Ask...before you post

Script writing class yesterday saw us exploring the world of copyrighting now I was aware that we needed to ask permission for the use of certain documents, pictures and so forth but I didn't know I had to actually go forth and ask permission for the use of certain pictures on my personal blog. Now I'm a person who tries to blog each day and I speak mainly on issues affecting Jamaica I do try to use my own pictures but at times I do venture in the world of breaking the copyright rules that others have imposed. The discussions in class saw us thinking about artists locally and internationally who have used songs of other artists and whether or not they had permission to do so.Some of the artists names that came up where Whitney Houston, Kanye West and even Elephant Man. By the end of class I was left thinking long and hard about the consequences that we could face. Miss even went on the say that our course should include a legal section where we are educated on how we go about the legal aspects of journalism and so forth. I learnt a lot in class and going forward i will ensure that I ask before I post.

Out of many one people

     When you run away from Jamaica because as you say things too hard here and you simply can't bother anymore and then you go to another country with your same lazy attitude, wicked thoughts, negative outlooks and your attitude to simply give up because you can't bother to initiate change what do you think will happen in the long run to the place you run to believe it or not its going to turn out the same way. You can move to a new place but change begins with you. Some of you are so ungrateful because if it wasn't for the Jamaican culture you grew up with you wouldn't be the man or woman you are today. Last year everyone was proud to be a Jamaican celebrating Jamaica 50 and now everyone wants to leave because we have this big hurdle in front of us the country I grew up to love had people who would never ever give up no matter what the reason why we are the way we are now is simply because no one believes in our motto anymore "OUT OF MANY ONE PEOPLE"selfish desires have led us to be a country with no promising  future

Trip to the National Gallery

   I must say at first I wasn't very excited about going to the National Art Gallery worse when the heavens opened up this morning and the rain came poring down however I decided to enjoy a day out with some of  my classmates and I made the journey. The place was quiet and allowed me to have some time alone trying to think like the great minds of those who painted and sculpted the beautiful pieces I saw. There were a couple revealing pieces that had us laughing from ear to ear my personal favourite piece had to be the one called Clitoris another one that stood out to me was the hand of water and spirits I really felt that one.The day was a nice one as we had good fellowship with each other even though we were few in numbers.

Yippie!!! Script Writing

When I saw the list of modules for selection this semester and saw Script Writing among the list I was very excited. Excited, not because I'm good at it but because I want to be good at it learning the skill of script writing will help in all areas of my work as a journalist. I believe that if I had known the skills for script writing when doing Comm. Studio 3 I would have done a better job with my photo novel. Script writing class thus far has been engaging and I believe I am well on my way to improving with my scripts. I look forward to sharing more on my journey of changing the world through my writings.

Genres

 Miss came prepared to class on January 22,2013 with a colourful powerpoint presentation that depicted and explained several genres in film. The class was lively has students recalled various films that  they had seen and applied them to the lesson being taught. According to the the power point presentation a film genre is a recognizable type of movie, characterized by certain pre-established conventions.

Primary Film Genres

• Drama
• Comedy
• Action
• Adventure
• Horror
• Science Fiction
• Animated
• Crime
• Fantasy
• Suspense
• Documentary
• Musicals
• Family
• Westerns
• War

I was blown away by how many movies miss has watched, I guess when you have an interest in something you have to give it your full full attention. I enjoyed this class and I learned many new concepts that I wasn't aware of previously and it gave me a new perspective so the next time I watch a movie I will be watching more intently.

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

The Life that Once Was

Melissa hid her face from the world, consumed with her emotions feeling that no

one or anything understood her. Her parents taught her of a world in which

friendships lasted forever, love was always present and hurt was nonexistent.

Growing up as a child she accepted that this was how life was, no killing or hurt

just happiness and contentment.

    She however opened up her eyes and the scales of happiness, joy and the

fairytale life that she presumed to be what each and everyone experienced left her

eyes. She had flashbacks of standing over her best friend’s body after watching her

being shot in the head by a policeman. Memories that stalk her mind day and night

as to how within one second her friend could lose her life. She came to know

failure and rejection other aspects that she wasn’t taught had existed.

      The innocence of her childhood, the life that she knew, which was as tranquil

as the sea often was bow billowed and roared as the storms of life approached the

clouds of reality took center stage and the fairytale life of her childhood of just

love and a peaceful environment rolled away. The soothing sounds of the hymns of

the birds were now replaced by the sounds of cries and gunshots and police sirens.

Love, unity, happiness, joy and peace were all ingredients of the life that once was

the life of her child hood. Broken friendships, disappointments, war, disunity and

sadness now represented the life she now had to know.

My Cry

She says she is my mother but she screams her feelings

She judges me foreverything  I do negativity is the only thing she exerts

She knows not of who I am all she knows is my name

You call yourself a mother? It goes deeper than the word itself

Hugs,I love you,I care are never words I hear you speak.

The love I should learn from you I have to learn on my own

Hurt seems the natural occurance in my daily walks as thats what I learnt most from you

I never thought I would cry so much for someone who should naturally love me

Tears fall like storms as my lips shake like the bounding of a earthquake on a frail wall

I cry not because I'm weak

I cry because of the strength that shines through me