...::Complications::...

It's hard to please people.


I've recently found that being a scriptwriter is very frustrating and as well as complicated. There's no way that I can please anyone and everyone, I mean seriously! No matter what you're going to write, there's going to be at least one person that is going to disagree with you and/or straight up DISS you.


I know that in class today Dr. King brought up the point that we shouldn't take the critiques that are said in/out of class personally (especially in Communications). But honestly today I felt like my group members and I were not only persecuted, but targeted. I understand the difference's in opinion that all people have, but I don't understand why so many people took the video so serious. The assignment was to get a group of 2-3 people and create a CREATIVE/ORIGINAL script and have it produced.


My group rewrote the script 11 times, we basically killed part of the Amazon for this one project and I feel like we got ridiculed because it wasn't up to par. I really do understand that we need to accept what other people say, but I think that we as LISTENERS and/or THE AUDIENCE need to just chill out. We need to understand the tons and tons of work that people have made to make this production that we're either seeing or listening to.


I myself have been guilty of being too critical of a judge! I've watched MANY shows/movies and listened to numerous radio shows/commercials that didn't seem to make sense to me. Since taking this class I've noticed myself critiquing almost everything that comes on tv and/or the radio...but I critique the good things as well. There could be something that doesn't really appeal to me as much as my friend who's sitting next to me, but I don't judge them and bash everything about it (unless it's "Trick My Truck"... that just makes me laugh).


I believe that my frustration is mostly from the feeling of pain, maybe it's just hard for me to sit there as people picked the bones of my "baby". I honestly believe that the good to bad comments for our group project was probably a 1:7. Though criticism is meant to help writers (or whomever) become better at what they do, I think that we must also point out the good points. As humans, we thrive on being loved and/or having the feeling of being loved; so why not have that feeling in mind when talking about something that other people have worked so hard on?


I'm sorry if anyone is offended by this blog, but the reason behind a blog is to share one's thoughts and/or feelings. This post is my feelings and my thoughts on today's class. I'm not one to slander another person's name, so I am blogging about today's class to help certain people understand that your words really do hurt even though a person can put up a strong front. Even if you critique something, the least you could do is do it in a way that doesn't make you look ignorant or even too soft. Say what you have to say, but keep in mind the hard work people put into it.

...I don't think you understand your racial remarks...

My prima Suzy just gave birth to quads not too long ago so last Friday I went there to help out... well one of my duties that I was assigned to do was take her books out of a shelf then put the videos and VHS tapes on the shelves. To my surprise, I saw a movie I watched in Spanish class in high school. The movie is called "My family" or "Mi Familia". So when I saw the movie I gasped and asked her if I could borrow the movie from her and give it back to her the next time I came; she agreed and I began a very short yet interesting adventure.





The movie "My Family" is about a Latino family and their struggles. There's love, death, adventure and comedy all wrapped up in this RATED R... yes R, movie.


What has sparked a light under my rear to write this blog, was something that my ROOMMATE said to me while she stood in the room staring at the television with the movie playing. She said, "They're only good for making babies." Now I will say that she didn't want to say it, but I told her to go ahead and say what she was thinking... but still she said those words.


This is the girl who says that she is "fully cultured" and has "friends of every race"... yet she still made a very hurtful remark. I don't think that other people understand what it's like to be the one who is being made fun of or to be socially targeted. It does hurt when people ignore the fact that we are all children of God, but pull the color card out and just try to sound knowledgeable or smart when in reality they sound very rude and hateful.

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**since you've been gone**

since i haven't written in such a long while.. i think i'll give an update on everything that i can remember that has happened...


*I will not be going back to Perú this year due to financial reasons.


*My cousin Suzy had her QUADS on Christmas Eve! :)


*I finally have a boyfriend now... he's amazing.


*I have found out that I need to have surgery on my knee this year.. yaaaayyyy... NOT!!!!!!


*My grandparents are still living here in Marion, and even though they have had some troubles (sickness wise)...they are actually doing very well!


*I ended my first semester wonderfully... I did better than I thought I was going to do!


*I've found out that Dr. Walter Alva Alva, the archaeologist I worked for in Perú would give me a letter of recommendation if I was to apply for my internship at National Geographic!


....those were the recent ones I can think about... if there are anymore I'll share... don't worrrryyy!! :)


For those who are in my digital media class and/or my scriptwriting class...I hope you enjoy my blog!


<3 glenda

Recovery...

So.. it's been a month since I've gotten back from Perú.. and it's been about 2 months since my last blog. But The thing that is sad is that I find myself to wanting be here, like it hurts.. everything reminds me of something that has happened in Perú. I'm just going to throw this out there so everyone knows, because I'm tired of hiding it. While I was in Perú... I made several friends.. and they were very good to me. They did not try to hurt me, yell at me, get mad at me or anything.. they only showed the true love of Jesus Christ in people who I thought wouldn't even show it. But through my friends there, I met a guy. His name is Poll, yes.. I know it's a weird name.. but he was a good guy. But when I was there, we had a thing.. nothing bad.. I swear to you.. but yes I guess you could say I had a tiny "relationship" with him and he told me before I left that he would wait for me, that he would remember me, and that next year when I return... we would end up together..and that next year would be better. At the time he told me this, I honestly felt like.. "Yeah.. right.." and I thought that I would be fine because he's just a guy that I met there...we had fun..whatever. But now, back in the land of the lonely... I miss having him around.. and what hurts is that I now find out that he is with another girl...that he only talks to me on special occasions. It hurts because I, for the first time in my life, let someone have a piece of my heart. With that said... that is NOT the reason why I do not like living here.
In Perú things are simpler, things are old-fashioned, things are what I need them to be. I was able to actually live... to live where I didn't have the distractions from McDonalds, from driving my own car, from my macbook pro (even tho I love it), and yes.. even from the presidential election! I got to work my dream job, I got to make connections that will probably stay with me for the rest of my life, I got to learn more of the culture that I crave... I just want to go back, I want to live there.. but I know that I need to finish school before I do anything.. but it's so so sooo hard...and half the time I don't know if I can make it. I just need encouragement.. I try to seem upbeat, perky and in a good mood.. but I need to stay true to God... I need him more than anything and I feel like I'm drifting away.
But yes, anyways.. we're talking about recovery...my culture shock is bizarre:
*At times I think to myself, am I able to flush toilet paper here..?
*When I speak in English, sometimes I get Spanish words mixed in there... and I get funny looks from people cause I have slang words, proper English and Spanish in the same sentence. :S
*Seeing my cousin preggo was weird.. especially at her baby shower because I wanted to talk to her in Spanish.. but all her friends were there. (**side note: Suzy is probably the only one that can understand half of what I'm going through. She is half and half like me, but we grew up VERY differently, but I still like talking to her because she actually listens to what I have to say and puts some good thoughts in my head after I'm all done... though I have Christi ><, Suzy is my confidante when it comes to stuff about Perú**)
*When I read English, I feel like I should be correcting it, because that's what I did when I was at MTRSS (Museo Tumbas Reales del Señor de Sipán).
*I still carry around toilet paper around with me just in case there's a stall w/o toilet paper (btw that came in handy today when I found out the stall in my room was out of it! YAY!)
*I try to walk everywhere, though now I am Americanized.. and I have Dora soooo.. yeah..
*I crave to find another person to talk Spanish to just so I can feel like I'm still in touch with my heritage.
*It's starting to get cold, really cold.. and I just want to be in the warm weather that the Peruvians call winter.
*I feel like every time my school serves me rice.. it's not right.. there's no garlic, no pollo.. nothing.. it's just like white mush.
*...I also feel like i need some chicha morada.. like.. at every meal :( (chicha morada is a drink that is very ancient..not the drink itself.. just the recipe.. anywho.. it's a drink that's made from boiling the natual purple corn that is found in Peru so that the water is purple and brown sugar is added.. its so so sooo good!.. i miss it)
*I miss being taller than most of the people around me.. here I have guys that are 6' 11" and girls that are 6' 5"... i liked being the tallest down there..
*I miss the relationship I had with God. There I had a clear mind, I knew what I wanted, I knew why I was there, I knew that he loved me.. here I don't feel that.. I find myself searching, wandering, lost.
*I miss walking the streets at night. Though it is/was dangerous... I still was able to feel the chilly breeze, the hustle and bustle of people around me. Seeing people who haven't even heard the word of the Lord yet, seeing people lay on the sidewalk to sleep, having to protect my pockets, having to put my coin purse in my bra so no one could get it.
*Going to walmart.. I think that they will have mangos the size of my head.. when in reality.. they are the size of an avacado.. and not even a ripe one...
*I still find myself shaking my hand at something funny.. like how the Peruvians do... but here in the states.. NEGATIVE!.. you laugh or you just sit there..
*I still can't get over the fact that I AM DRIVING myself places instead of haggling a person to take me there for less than 50 cents.
*...and honestly.. it's just weird to see white people.. no offense to ANYONE.. but I miss seeing latinos.
*But what I think that I'm trying to recover from the most.. is being away from my family. There, my family showed me how to love, how to cook, important facts about the Christian denomination and showed me how other people live.




I miss almost everything.. well maybe not my cousin Verji.. but that's cause he picked on me too much...he should learn when to stop. This summer impacted my life greatly, like I said.. everything I look at reminds me of something that has happened this summer...and it doesn't help that for the whole semester I am to write about my future career, a missionary, in my English Comp Class..

As of right now, these are my feelings.. I just felt like I should write about it.. and let some people know how I feel.. I'm sure I'll write again either today.. or tomorrow.. but the 2nd one will be about another thing very dear to me.
XOXO
<3 glenda

June 17, 2008 –Last Day In Lima-

I got up around 9 today… so I kinda missed breakfast. I blame the headache!!! But my dad and I went into town again, but this time I took some tylenol and some airborne befroe we left!We firt went to the National Museum to look at somethings then went back to the music conservatory to renew dads library card. After that we bought some things at one of the stores then got a bite to eat. So we were in town until like 2pm. So we rocketed back to the Aunts house and got all of our stuff ready while Tia Margarita got us a cab. So we were on our way to the aiport when the traffic in Lima started to get crazier than usual. Our Tico taxi ended up driving on the sidewalk…sooooooooo that was a fun experience. But we got to the aiport, got on our plane and arrived safely. When we finally got out of the airport in Chiclayo, my grandpa and cousin Yuly were outside waiting on us. We took a taxi to La Victoria (where my family lives) and was greeted by all of my family when we arrived to the house. We then visited with all of them until about midnight…and I am supr tired, Im in my bed. So…
Until Next Time
XOXO
<3 Glenda

June 18, 2008 –Entry No. 2- …God is good!

Today was pretty chill… I failed to get up early (and yes I was trying to) but I blame that I have no clock in my room and my alarm on my ipod failed to wake me up. So it was around 10 when I got up UP and took a shower and got ready. But when I got to the family room my Tia Venus was already cooking lunch so I decided to do my Bible study so I did that until Lunch! :D YUM! We had creamed potatoes, fried chicken and Peruvian rice… with CHICHA MORADA!!!! (chicha morada- a drink made from purple corn) I <3 Peruvian Food!!! :D haha But after lunch I got on the inernet for a bit to update some blogs and what not but then my Tio Paco came over to talk to my dad, then all three of us went to the center of Chiclayo because my dad and I needed to change some money, get my picture for my DNI (Peruvian ID card)/ passport, and some toiletries. So I got to show my white face in public! YAY! Haha My DNI picture is HORRIBLE, my family and dad told me that Peruvians arent supposed to smile.. so i´m straight mean-muggin it! Haha But yeah.. I got that done.. and then my dad and I went to the supermarket to get the things that we needed but on the way there a guy tried to pick pocket me…luckily i´m not as stupid as I look because I didn’t have my money in the places where he tried to go. But we got all of the stuff that we needed at the supermarket for like 30 bucks.. which is SUPER GOOD!
When we got home, the whole family was all here…again and we sat, chatted and watched the soccer game that was on tv together…that was until my dad brought out all of the guitars he found around the house. So we played for a bit, after everyone left of course, but after we played for a bit my cousin Verjilio started looking at my dads book.
Ok this book that I speak of is of the human body…its basically like a biology book.. that my dad bought at Lowes (yes, you read right… Lowes.) But the whole book is in English, and Verji is vey smart, so he could comprehend the text but couldn’t speak it, so I found this to be my sign from God that I was supposed to help him. We only worked on one sentence, but I could tell that he was super happy. When we ended the “lesson” he smiled at me and told me that he was greatful that I helped him and that Dad brought this book. That my friends is a wonderful sign from God. He is Good and he has a wonderful plan for me…and YOU! :D
Until Next Time
XOXO
<3 Glenda