After I finished my first feature film, I had a slight idea of how to market or sell my film; but, since we are in the golden age of the internet, where you can learn anything either by paying on websites like Lynda.com or on Youtube for free, I decided to learn marketing and online marketing.
When it comes to gift giving, sometimes buying someone a gift can become an actual struggle. There are moments where you don’t exactly know the person’s interests or what exactly she/he needs in her life. Sure, buying close family members and friends gifts is an easy task to do, but for coworkers… not the simplest of things. Even though you see your coworkers about 40 hours a week, you sometimes don’t actually know much about them. Other than their pet peeves that you constantly do or how much you know about their cats that they keep bringing up (and you couldn't care any more) — buying your coworkers gifts is tough sometimes, and you're certainly not the only one who thinks this.
I've been using Lyft a lot over the past few months, both as a driver and as a passenger, and there are things I've noticed: things that work and things that do not, things that warrant five stars, and things that do not. (But let's be honest — I give five stars pretty much no matter what. If I get there without dying or becoming seriously maimed or getting sexually harassed, you get five stars, even though it's very clear why you're one bad review from suspension, Jason.)
There was no way I was going to make it through another year at this school. There was no way in hell that I could handle being herded into class rooms along with the other sheep. Sitting in hard plastic desks struggling to stay awake and fighting the endless daydreams in order to get work done that I didn't care about and knew I would never do again after school had ended. I'll never need to calculate a hypotenuse or annotate a text again. I couldn't handle another year of eating the flavorless food that almost seems to purposely make students irritable and lethargic. I couldn't handle any more budget cuts to my art and cooking classes. I couldn't handle reading The Catcher in the Rye again. I couldn't handle a third principal coming in and disrupting what I had become accustomed to for the third time. In fact I am not the only student who feels this way. Since I've been in high school there have been countless protests and 2 walk outs, one of which happened just last week because to us, nobody seems to care about us and what we need when it comes to our education.
As a schoolchild, my classmates and I were instructed NOT to write in our books. This, we were routinely told, was because at the end of the school year, we would have to turn in our books to our teachers for their inspection. If we were good students and our books were in acceptable enough shape and if we did not bang them up too bad, we could return the books without incident and without our parents getting fined money. Of course, we never inherited the books in perfect condition in the first place and there was some elaborate — and mysterious — grading scale the teachers used to keep tabs on all of this.