Sioux Language Project

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airline 2

Leaving Billings to rot was the best thing she had ever done. Relief swam over her as the plane’s engines started. The plane jolted forward. She pushed the self inflicted anger to he back of her head. She took out her book and made herself focus on the words.
Yeah, yeah!I want to sit here! Please! Awww fine, maybe we can have pretzels and those little peanut things. I like pretzels, they are yummy, do they have pretzels in Greece? Maybe they have fancy foods and don’t even have toast. Haha that would be funny. When we get to our seat i’m gunna need my book, cuz I need to get smart, smart, smart! I heard that plane chairs are hard as rocks, and they might not be sanitary cuz of all the bac-tear-ee-a. Ohhhh i’m going to need some money, so when the cart comes by I have money to buy some snacks.” The little boy leaned in close to his mother who was struggling with the baggage, “Just in case they don’t have any snacks in France either!” His voice was now return to it normal obnoxious volume. Oh oh oh oh this one is our seat, huh? goodie.” He collapsed in to the seat next to Phoenix. She looked at him and then looked back at her book. The boy perked up at her glance.
“My name is Nathan and I am six years old. I am going to Greece and London and Paris and.........I think its called Sickily. I can speak two languages, well I can count to ten in Spanish!
He paused as his mother sank into the seat on the other side of him. She looked tired and worn out, it wasn't hard to guess why. Phoenix could tell already that this was going to be a very long trip. The freckly boy took a breath and prepared to begin again.

airline 1

The scene buzzed around her as she sat nervous with anticipation in the airport. She has always wanted this, hadn't she? Now that she that she was finally getting the chance she was having second thoughts. She was so angry with herself, how could she actually miss this place? This was the land of disappointment, where no one kept there word. Countless blank faces appeared in her head as her anger was shadowed by the bitterness. Her mind snapped back to reality as an impatient voice sounded over the intercom, “International flight 562 boarding rows twenty-one- thirty, please have your boarding passes out.” She glanced down at her ticket, row twenty-seven. She picked up her bag, and slung it over her shoulder. She hesitated before taking a step. Anyone watching her could tell you that something changed in her demeanor. She looked scared, then collected herself quickly and looked angry. As soon as she hesitated, she felt a jolt in her stomach. It scared her that part of her wanted to stay here. Anger was filling her head, jading her thoughts. The white hot angry blur in her head directed her to the plane. Her vivid eyes burned ahead of her. Without another look back she boarded the plane.

Francisco Pizarro Claymation Reflection

Francisco Pizarro was a pretty boring man. He killed people, wanted gold and wealth, and sailed a giant ship over the ocean. Boring yes, unimportant no. Although he was just like many other men during his time, he did extraordinary things. They might have been cruel, dishonest, and disturbing, but I still managed to get a two minute claymation out of his life. The claymation was an interesting way to show knowledge of a certain persons life. You had to display this knowledge verbally, and through pictures and words.

During this claymation there were times when the camera was sliding around, and the peoples heads were coming off but all in all it was a lot of fun. If I had to pick one thing that was the most fun, it would be taking the pictures. You had to be creative in showing different aspects of the explorer’s life. I think it was fun because it wasn’t your cookie cutter report. The pictures were a way of making the report fun and engaging. Another reason I liked taking the pictures was because you had choices over which view you gave of that person’s life. For example, Francisco Pizarro killed many Incans over the course of his journey. You could say that ‘He was a noble man of his country and brought prosperity to his land’ or, ‘ Francisco Pizarro was a brutal man that killed thousands of people and brought down a thriving civilization for personal gain’. It all depends on how you wanted to portray your explorer.

The most difficult thing about this project was definitely turning it in on time. There were all sorts of things that could go, and did go wrong, that made it even more difficult to turn in the work. Sometimes you would shoot a scene, and it would not be the quality of work that you wanted to turn in. This put you in a predicament. You could either, turn in the scene on time, or redo the scene and make it better at the expense of turning it in late. Because you had so little time in some situations, you would find yourself asking that very question. At times your situation would become frustrating, or you would find yourself in a bind and this all contributed to the difficulty factor.

I don’t think that there was one most important thing that I learned. Although, time management was defiantly one of the major things. I learned that you always have to be thinking one step ahead, or else you easily fell behind. You had to outline what it was that you needed to get done that day, and how could you help make tomorrow less complicated and rushed. Another part of the time management was if you got behind, how to catch yourself up. Which was not always an easy feat because each scene was just as time consuming as the last. Learning this helped a tremendous amount and made the project less stressful and more enjoyable.

I now know more about Francisco Pizarro than I would ever have thought possible. I think I learned more about him because I was forced to take in information in many different ways. By this I mean that I had to write information on my story board, research it for the sets and people, and recite it for the audio. This project was interesting and different. I really enjoyed a lot of different aspects about it.. I hope to do more projects like it again!

Amber Alert Part 3

I rolled my eyes, Randy was pulling her, "Life-If-So-Not-Fair-Everyone-Hates-Me" stunt with my mom. I heard Randy sigh as she pulled lip gloss out of her pocket and started applying it, at the same time she changed the radio station and drove the car. She is such a multi-tasker, I hope to be just like her one day, ha like that would ever happen. The radio was now on a news channel. A man with a husky voice was in mid sentence.

"...highway 525. The weather forcast for today is humid with clouds.
This just in.
Amber Alert for a missing child who was abducted in Santa Fae. The child was picked up from daycare by an imposter posing as her father. The girls name is Ali Fletcher, she is two years, two months of age. She has ligh brown hair in pig tails. She has green eyes and was wearing a red t-shirt and jeans. The abductor had bleach blond hair and brown eyes. The girl was also wearing sneakers.

How depressing I thought. One morning you wake up perfectly fine and by that night you are worried sick. The girl also, how scared she must be, that is, if she is still alive.

Amber Alert Part 2

I must have fallen asleep, because when I opened my eyesI didn't see the farmiliar landscape of New Mexico anymore. Out my window was a flat grassy plain. Kalley was a asleepwith her face preesed up against the window with her sunglasses askew on her face. My sister had one hand on the wheel and was chattering happily on her phone. My eyes glazed over as my mind wndered. My father worked for NASA. he wasn't home a lot, my sister and I don't know what his job is. I can imagine that he is a very smart man considering he graduated from Harvard. I used to think that he was a secrect agent inventing missles for NASA. Now, I can only assume that he is a top engineer, because we are a very wealthy family. Lately he has been gone more than usual. My mom has been an emotional wreak. When my father is home, he locks himself up in his study working on drawings and such. Sometimes my mom tries to help him, this normally ends up in a screaming match. It always goes the same, and it ends with my father yelling, "NOBELLEE! I KNOW YOU ARE TRYING TO HELP, BUT YOU KNOW THE RULES!!" He then lowers his voice and adds, "I can't have you doodling all over my work, this is business, and you know it." My mother storms out of the room, but they later workit out. My attention was snapped back to reality as Randy screamed. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Kalley jerk awake. "What do you mean?! You set me up? What kind of parents are you? How could you do this to me?" Randy screamed in to her phone.

Amber Alert Part 1

The wind was whistling through the windows as I sat sullenly in the back seat of the car. I was being dragged on three day camping trip with my sister and her best friend Kalley. We were going to Tilatoo lake in the middle of nowhere. As far as I was concerned would rather spend the long weekend with my father, cleaning out the garage and raking the lawn of freshly fallen leaves. My ears were ringing with the sound of my sister, Randy, singing to the blasted radio. From Albaqurcique it was a six hour drive. I couldn't get over the fact that this weekend was supposed to consist of me, my bowl of popcorn and the TV. My thoughts were interrupted by my sister yelling, “Audrie, hand my the cheetos!’ Her voice was amazingly audible over the radio. I reluctantly grabbed the cheetos and handed them to my sister. Wasn't it for her own good that she shouldn't eat while driving? Not to burst her bubble or anything, but she got her license six months ago and she has already gotten three speeding tickets.

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