We put our SOLES into this...

I have been counting down to the end of first year since about two weeks into CreComm. However, now that it is quickly approaching I'm getting a little sad. (I know, I know, kinda lame...) But I am.

We just finished our magazine project (for those of you who don't know what that is, it's a dreadful, yet incredibly awesome and fulfilling project that sees a group of four -- assembled randomly by a teacher --create a magazine from scratch!)

My group, Yvonne, Andrew, Sean and I created a magazine called Soles: a magazine about shoes and the people who wear them. It was a challenging project all around, but in the end, we made an awesome magazine that we are all extremely proud of. We also took home top place for best overall magazine at yesterday's magazine fair. It was a honour, because the competition was fierce, as all of the magazines made by the first year CreComm's were absolutely incredible.

I guess the reason I am getting so nostalgic all of a sudden is because one CreComm milestone has just passed; the magazine fair. Soon, summer will be here, and we will all fall back into real life, anticipating (or perhaps dreading) our second, and final, year in this program.

I have never worked so hard in my life, and I have never been pushed so hard in my life. For that I am extremely thankful. Also, I feel as though I have made such deep rooted friendships with both students and teachers. I finally feel like I am in the right place in my life.

C: Cinderella Soles

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I just finished picking up a few groceries at Shoppers Drug Mart. I haven't had time to get to a grocery store, and I literally have nothing in my cupboards. I was in dire need.

I can't believe how chaotic this CreComm life is; my apartment is in shambles, my laundry is piling up faster than I can do it, I've gained about a trillion pounds, and I forget what it's like to have a life away from homework, and projects, and nervous breakdowns and tears.

I am once again overwhelmed.

My mom told me that school is a weeding out process, and I agree with her whole heartedly. It's tough, I knew it would be. But, I never believed people when they told me it was going to be this tough.

I feel as though I am always complaining on my blog (Hence, one reason I don't blog much anymore...) I also don't really have a lot of time to do anything other than my assignments, and work.

I've got one more month to go, and then I am headed to a student position at MLC for the summer! (Before that though, a trip to Vancity to visit lil' sis!)

I am so tired.

I'm still alive.

I haven't been able to blog these days, school (namely the magazine project) has taken over my life. I don't mind in one way, because I have a pretty awesome group, but I feel like I haven't had a second to myself this entire month.

Holy hell, it's almost over.

S: Screenplay. (Dedicated to my Creative Writing instructor, Karen Press.)

for Creative Writing class each person in my class is assigned a topic and a date, and told to write about it on their blog. Today is my day, and my topic is "screenplays."

Before CreComm I had absolutely no idea how to write a screenplay. -- To be honest, I don't think I was overly interested in the technical aspect of screenplay writing because I assumed that I would one day write a book, and some poor screenwriter would do all the work to make it into a movie.

Ah so naive and foolish.

Now that I have had a little bit of experience, I must say that writing a screenplay is a lot more complex than it sounds; it's not only writing lines, or picking out songs for the soundtrack (that was seriously one the first things I always did when I wanted to write a movie...)

Nope.

Writing a screenplay is so much more detail oriented; you have to set up the scene, write and capture the 'emotion' of the characters. You have to explain so much, both verbally and visually, and you really don't have a lot of time to do it in.

Take any given show that you watch; there is always a main plot, and two sub-plots taking place during any one episode. Characters have to be established, and if they already are, then you have to write in a way that allows them to progress...

It's really rather technical.

I don't watch a lot of movies, but to end this post, I think I will leave you with a link to the screenplay from one of my all time favourite films; 'Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.' (It's a little different than the movie, but still so incredibly good!)

If you haven't seen the movie, go here to read the plot summary and synopsis.

The Dance

GO CANADA GO!!!

I'm at work, so I can't watch the BIGGEST GAME EVER (Canada Vs. the US for Olympic gold...) This is crushing, and I have contemplated quitting my job just so that I could get home in time to watch the game. Stupid rent and bills.

My heart is broken, but still filled with Canadian pride.

GO CANADA GO!!!

C: The campaign trail...

With the help of some of my CreComm friends, I have started a campaign trail of self-promotion; the 'Vote for Shelley Cook' campaign is in full force, with a Facebook page, and a Twitter hashtag (#VoteforCook.) We're also considering posters, a campaign video, and perhaps t-shirts and media interviews.

Who knows, the sky really is the limit on this one.

You might be wondering why, and that my friends, is a very good question.

Well, I've started this campaign because I want to be Homecoming Queen. (Well, that's my first goal anyway, after that we'll see what happens...)

I'm serious; bring on the taffeta dress, the sash and the tiara, I'm ready!

I suppose the biggest obstacle to overcome in my campaign right now is the fact that there actually isn't a Homecoming Queen at Red River College. But I don't care, I won't let that stop me.

You see, I grew up in the 80's, watching shows like 'The Facts of Life,' and 'Family Ties.' I idolized the pretty characters of these shows, and as a result, I was a little girl with a big dream of becoming a cheerleader and the Homecoming Queen who dated the quarterback of the football team, just like they did. (For most little girls in the 80's, that was the dream.)

I really thought it was going to happen, it was only a matter of time.

And then, one cold Winnipeg day, I realized that my dream of being a cheerleader and the Homecoming queen was shattered when it dawned on me that I was a chubby Indian kid from Winnipeg, Manitoba; a place where Homecoming queens didn't exist, especially for chubby little Indian kids. (Not trying to play the 'race card,' but the 80's was a time of blond-haired, blue-eyed babes...That was NEVER going to be me!)

It was crushing.

Fast forward to high school, where I was (still) the chubby kid who didn't fit in; those were some of the most brutal years of my life, because I floated through the system with an undiagnosed case of ADHD, so I dropped out. (Arrgh!)

Hence, no formal grad!

Now that I'm 30, and I've accomplished many of my dreams in the last three years, I've decided to add this (The homecoming dream) to my bucket list. So, even though there is no such thing, I still want to win!

(After that, I might want to take on the Onion Ring who beat Justin Beiber and Miley Cirus on Facebook.)

So friends, I admit I'm kinda crazy, but let me have this...VOTE FOR ME!