College student writing both for the experience and prospect of a little extra money
Profrauder of Film
I am a college student, and I am in a film class. I have to have some type of class from some category that includes film for my degree. Everyone has it. I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation for requiring a class that has nothing to do with most fields, but that's not what I'm angry about right at this moment.
Top 10 Things to ALWAYS Have in Your Purse
By now, you're probably pretty set in the list of exactly what you always have in your purse. But every now and then you realize that there's something you wish you had, but don't. The smartest women are always finding new useful things to carry in their purse to maximize the usefulness of such a magnificent and stylish container. A few things that may seem obvious that you should have with you aren't on this list, as most everyone already carries the purse staples. Here are a few things that may not seem so obvious, but are just, if not more, useful.
Everyone should work at McDonald's. Once upon a hot summer day, many a weary traveler sought refuge in that main street McDonald's nestled humbly in a hill of green. There, they could be anointed in a shower of such luxurious and affordable items like our internationally desired, smooth silky ice cream, savory, twice blessed burgers received exclusively from happily willing cows, and golden fried slivers of God's vegetable.
Why Facebook Hates (Some) Viral Videos
I recently heard one of my new favorite YouTubers, Drew Gooden, talking about a video his girlfriend tried to post on Facebook. She did post it, and it was quickly taken down, not by her, but by Facebook because the video had copyrighted music on it. The video showed her and her boyfriend on a racket ball court making ridiculously bad hits with aggressive rap playing in the background. The video wasn't making any money; it was just for their friends' amusement. Drew points out that, while his girlfriend's video got taken down, other accounts, monetized accounts, with millions of followers, put copyrighted music on their videos, and they don't get taken down.
Once upon a time there was a little toad named Guy, named after the national treasure, Guy Fieri. Guy was a dashing young lad sporting a very sharp Hitler Youth, blonde haircut. One day, Guy said in an angelic scream, “I’M GOING ON AN ADVENTURE!” as he was sucked into the void.
Mid Afternoon Pit Stop
I was driving home one afternoon from college. It was an hour and a half drive, and I had a sandwich and a water to hold me over. Unfortunately, I needed to release a little water. I could make it, but I wasn't comfortable. I was debating on pulling of when I saw a house which reminded me there was a rest stop coming up. I wasn't on any sort of a time crunch so I resolved to treat myself.
It was the third year in a row my brother Micah and I had come to Canada with our dad and joined our grandparents, our dad's cousin Randy, and his daughter Sarah. We'd been before the past few years, but both of us, only fourteen months apart, were too young to remember. It sounds pretentious; "we went to Canada over the summer." That's a whole different country, and we go there every summer? In reality, it isn't as glamorous as I imagine it sounds to people in our small school. Of course, the lake is beautiful. I should say lakes, for we visit many lakes. Each has its own personality. Some are dark green, brown, even black. Others are clear and blue. There are shallow lakes, deep lakes, sandy lakes, rocky lakes, muddy lakes, weedy lakes.
He was comfortably alone in the woods. It was peaceful; the only sounds were of the light breeze rustling leaves, some far off birds, and the light sounds of his shoes on the mossy ground. Brilliant orange shined sideways through the leaves as the the sun sunk against the mountains. He stopped to take it all in before he had to head back to campus. His mind was clear. He noticed the sound of trickling water coming from behind and to his left, not too out of his way as he made his way back. He didn't know there was a stream in these woods, but this was the first time he'd come this far. The light was getting steadily more pale, so he was just going to make a note of the surroundings so he could return to further investigate. He picked up his pace and the water got louder. He still couldn't see it, but his feet were leaving soggy footprints. The smell of stagnant water hit his nostrils. His right foot sunk into a dark patch of moss on the side of a puddle. The left foot stomped down, but he lost his balance. Mud and moss climbed to his elbows as he tried to break his fall. He kept falling.