I have zero experience with video/shooting, or really anything journalism related. My high school didn’t have any sort of journalism related clubs or classes, and none of my extracurricular activities pertained to journalism.
I guess it would be safe to say that everything about shooting scares me at least a little. Even just filming the sequence of a person texting was hard. Working the equipment and the editing program is probably what scares me the most. I’m not the best with technology so I’m really going to have to pay close attention and absorb as much information about those things as I can. Editing sounds really complicated, lots of the discussion about B-roll and such goes over my head, but I know once I have the program and footage in front of me things will start to make a lot more sense.
Talking to strangers doesn’t scare me as much as it might some. I’m pretty outgoing and confident so I think I’ll be able to get over that hump fairly easily. Some people will certainly be harder to talk to than others, but I will be fine.
So far I know I’m not good at shooting or editing, but I think I’ll be good at talking to people. I like talking to people, but more importantly I like listening. I like finding out about peoples’ lives, their hobbies, what gets them out of bed each day. I’m excited to learn how all of these things come together to tell a story.
A national park, rocks, and people living free come together in the documentary “Valley Uprising” to tell the story of rock climbers in Yosemite National Park. The film takes the viewer through the different generations of climbers. Through interviews with climbers and old and new footage of the daring feats performed, you are immersed into the wild culture of climbing.
I love the outdoors. I would always rather be outside than in. Last Spring, I spent a week backpacking in Arches National Park and it was the absolute best week of my life. Going to bed with nothing but the moon and stars lighting up the sky was incredible. I could’ve stayed out there for a month and been perfectly content. Because I have such a strong relationship with the outdoors, I think it was easy for me to be instantly entranced with “Valley Uprising.” However, the story is told in such a way that I find it hard to imagine most people wouldn’t enjoy the documentary regardless of their hobbies and passions.
The storytelling kept the viewer engaged through the entirety of the film. Each generation of climbers had different techniques and goals associated with their adventures. Old videos from each decade along with photographs and interviews brought the viewer into Yosemite Valley. My emotions connected with the individuals I saw climbing on the screen in front of me. When they were celebrating an accomplishment, I felt that joy. When they were frustrated with the park rangers and law enforcement trying to keep them from performing some “dangerous” tasks, I felt their anger and frustration. That is what really stuck with me as a storyteller. The documentary made me feel as though I had personal stakes in what I was watching, even though I’ve never been to Yosemite (hopefully one day) and I’m not a rock climber. It made me feel part of something.
Last May I was elected President of the Mizzou Triathlon Club Race Team. That position, along with my class schedule and living in my own apartment for the first time gave me more responsibilities than I’ve ever had before. This realization hit me with a wave of stress that dominated my first week of sophomore year.
Wednesday night was the climax of my stress. I was driving my 2004 Honda Civic across town on my way to a mandatory club sports meeting at the rec for club presidents when my gas light went on. I had just inherited this car from my grandmother and was not familiar with how far the car could go on an empty tank. I pulled into a gas station close to campus and reached down next to the driver’s seat to push the lever that opens my gas tank door. To my horror the door wouldn’t open. I pushed as hard as I could on the lever, I tried to pry the door open with my key, but nothing would open the door. In a panic I called my dad, my mom, and my boyfriend, none of whom answered their phones’. I looked at my watch, it was 4:45 and the meeting started at 5. Tears in my eyes I got in my car and drove to campus. As I was pulling into a spot in the parking garage, my dad returned my call. As soon as I heard his voice I lost it. Through my sniffling I tried to explain my problem to him. He tried to calm me down over the phone, but because he was 1,400 miles away back home in Maine, his words had little effect. I hung up the phone and walked into my meeting trying to keep my red, tear-stained face down.
Once the meeting ended I called a friend and he met me in the garage by my car. After a hunt through Walmart for 10mm socket wrench, we returned to the car with a full tool box in hand. Using a YouTube video as a guide, we were able to remove part of the interior of my car to expose the cable that connected to the gas tank door and successfully opened the door. By the time we cleaned up the tools and filled up my tank, it was almost 11pm. Exhausted and relived, I drove home without worry of running out of gas.
Living off campus has its pros and cons. While I am so happy to have a car this year and the freedom that comes with it, I never considered what it would be like to have car problems and not have my dad there to help me, in person. I’ve learned a lot in just this one week, but the most important thing I’ve learned is that even though my parents are so far away, I’m not alone. They truly are just a phone call away, and I have amazing friends here in Columbia who will always be there to help me.