The Hollywood Sign By Thomas Wolf, www.foto-tw.de, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=43944546 Hi, my name is Caleb. I am a third year Creative Media Production major in the Gaylord College of Journalism and Mass Communication. I am also working towards a minor in General Business in the Price College of Business. I am pursuing a focus in screenwriting in my major while still getting the basics of actual single camera productions. Even though I am pursuing a focus in screenwriting, one of the coolest parts of being a CMP major at Gaylord is working on the set of short film productions. There is nothing that quite matches the atmosphere and feeling of being on even a tiny set and helping to contribute to the final product. My favorite class year was entirely this experience. The class was a pass/fail practicum in which I had to accrue a minimum number of hours working as crew on other students...
A Binnorie Song I was a princess from Binnorie The bonnie milldams of Binnorie A beautiful lass with skin so fair And beautiful, flowing golden hair Sir William came and took his bride My sister whose smile spread so wide But soon his heart, it fell for me The more beautiful princess of Binnorie And so he came and took my hand and so he came and took my hand He slighted my sister, his bride to be She plotted her vengeance where none could see That vengeful princess of Binnorie That vengeful princess of Binnorie And time did pass and all was well The hate in her heart, oh none could tell That vengeful princess of Binnorie That vengeful princess of Binnorie One day she said let's go to the docks She should have said let's go to the stocks For the river is where my life would end A hand or a glove she would not lend She pushed...
The Cookie Jar There it was. The great golden egg. The container of dreams. The genie's bottle. The cookie jar. Cookie Jar Clip Art from Pixy Mom had put it up on top of the fridge last week after she caught me with my "grubby little hands" inside, fishing around for the holy food. Well, it slowed me down. It wouldn''t stop me. It's simple really. I'm a child. That jar has cookies. Children eat cookies. I was going up there to get that jar. I went into the garage to grab the ladder. It wasn't there. I looked outside for it. There it was leaning up against the wall, wet with the day's earlier rain. No climbing that. So, I went to get a towel, to dry off the ladder, to climb to the cookie jar. For some reason the towel cabinet was locked. I went to dad for the key to unlock the cabinet, to get the towel, to dry the ladder, to climb to the cookie jar. Dad said he'd only give me the key if I brought him a cup of tea. So, I went to make a cup of tea...
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