AICE Media Studies

  Here is the final product of this project that I have been working in for over two months. I really hope you enjoy the video as a lot of hard work and time when into creating the best viewing experience. And one special thanks to my cousin who personally created the music in this video. Have fun and enjoy!

     After long consideration, as you know from my last blog, I chose to redo most of opening. I was upset with the quality of my video, therefore I proceeded to reshoot more than 10 of scenes. My main problem was with the scenes involving my parents. As my actors, they did a poor performance the first time by constantly looking into the camera. So after sitting them down and having a conversation about what I deemed acceptable for this project, I was ready to reshoot. Although there was still scenes where they were still looking directly into the camera, it was minimum compared to the time before. Another change that I introduced was the removal of lines. I felt like with the script that I originally had, the viewer had no time to try and understand what’s truly going on. The pacing was very back to back with no break in between and after letting my brother watch it I knew there were things that needed to change. My brother had described the opening as “confusing” and I understood tha

 With everything speeding at me like a bullet train, I am for once glad that I have completed my work early. On Tuesday, April 13, I participate in what might be my very last track meet. This is districts and it’s extremely competitive and if you don’t secure you place in the top 4, this will be the end of your 2021 track season. Up until this point I was under the impression of something way more forgiving. I had believed that the top 4, and then some would advance to the next meet and that was guaranteed a spot. Unfortunately not only was that information incorrect, it allowed me to do one thing that an a track runner should do: get comfortable. I believed that because ran certain times before and that I could produce better ones that I was essentially safe. I lost that fight that I had found in myself and maintained it the past few weeks. From me learning how to run faster in between hurdles, healing an extreme injury, and dealing with depression at what was supposed to be a fun par

      Difficult is the word I would to describe filming anything over 10 minutes. Punishing is the word I would use to describe this project. The fact that we are in the middle of a global pandemic and are still held to the same standards as if we were not is truly sickening. This project along with many of my other Cambridge ones have been mentally and physically draining. The amount of energy needed to continuously push through this school year is completely absurd. We are students, more over children. We have lives, many of which have been on hold due to the pandemic. I cannot stress to you how many times I have contemplated the unthinkable this school year. I’ve lost almost everything, from my girlfriend in a tragic accident to my grades; I’ve even lost my hope and trust in people. I started this academic year off believing that everything in my teacher’s, school’s, district’s and even state’s power would go into making sure we received a proper education suitable for these times.

 This weekend has been an extremely emotional one for me. I ran again at a meet on Saturday but in all honesty I shouldn’t have. I only made my ankle injury worst, and today my coaches found out. There was a point during the weekend where I couldn’t even put pressure on the foot so I went to get an X-ray. The result came back in and although it wasn’t a fracture or anything career ending, it was extremely close so I needed to sit out from the rest of the season. I blatantly ignored this warning and at practice today I unfortunately repeated the same fall which caused all of this in the first place. I was devastated to hear my coach say, “He done until further notice.” This meant that even if I wanted to practice secretly on my own and run at districts which is next week Tuesday I couldn’t. I was taken off of the team roaster as a whole and I felt like lost my purpose. Track was the only thing that reminded me of my life before the pandemic. Everything else had changed dramatically but

 Yesterday I participated in a track meet. This particular meet was the championship meet for the city of Fort Lauderdale. This meant that every school in the city was there to participate and our boy’s team had won this meet every year since it was introduced. Going into this meet, for once, we were projected to lose and come in second place. I credited this to the laziness on the boys team. Most of the boys believe that their the best so they don’t have to work to win anything. Many of them do have natural talent, but that was only going to allow them to win so much. After the dual meet season was completed and we where in competition season, it became evident who had natural talent and who wanted to fight to win. I personally consider myself a fighter because I don’t have natural speed and I never once told myself I have a guaranteed victory in any of my events. So when entering the nerves begin to kick in; I do pole vault which is one of the first events ran so I was over in that a