A girl is recording herself as she dances to Nobody's Perfect. She's lipsinging the song as she dances. She has frizzy, dirty blonde hair and is wearing an Aurburn Soccer Camp t-shirt. Her dance isn't amazing but it sure is funny.
This video was posted by doglover199709 on May 1, 2008. Its had 7,332,281 views on youtube. This girl's dance is childish. She flips the light switch on and off to replace the fact she doesn't have a strobe light. I thinks its stupid and pathetic but all the same its funny.
It makes you wonder what other people thought about this video since you can't leave a comment on this video anymore.
Go to the youtube video here
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Rose's Diamond
Woman Helped By Habitat For Humanity To Find Diamond
Rose Elembo is a 43 year old woman. But she’s not just a woman, she's a mother. But she’s not just a mother, she’s a survivor.
Rose looks like an average middle age African American woman. She is average height with dark brown hair with some being a lighter brown. Her dark brown eyes look gently and caringly at her children. She wears American style clothing and stands in her soon to be done home. Most wouldn’t notice her in the mix of people priming, painting, trimming, sawing, and staining.
She is a woman who has learned to overcome grief. A woman who has learned to survive against all odds. A woman who has learned to be strong and to always take care of her family.
But what takes you by surprise is her voice. She has a strong accent and she isn’t completely fluent in English. Even though she makes grammar mistakes she isn’t letting it stop her from buying a house through Habitat for Humanity.
Diamonds are known to be found in Africa but a home is not. Because of the civil war the family home has become five times rarer than a diamond. A family home is Rose’s diamond that she has been searching for.
Habitat for Humanity is a Christian organization created by Millard Fuller with his wife Linda in 1976. According to their website they seek to “eliminate poverty housing and homelessness from the world and to make decent shelter a matter of conscience and action.” They build homes from the foundation up and provide affordable mortgage payments.
A new home with plenty of room for her family is something Rose never even dreamed of since she is originally from Sudan, Africa. There she was married. But as many before her had experienced, her husband was killed during this bloody civil war. Rose, a refugee, traveled from camp to camp for eight years. During this difficult time her baby died. This left her with five children to take care of and no husband.
The diamond. The diamond. Where can Rose find her diamond? Where is the home where she can raise her children in peace? “In Africa we are lazy. The rich will stay rich. The men marry multiple women. Only men who go to church marry only one woman. The rich do not help others or help the country. In Africa we are known for gold and diamonds. Sometimes you can find large diamonds.”
Rose was supported by a church to get to the United States. Rose landed in Baltimore. Then for a few years she lived in Omaha. Then she came to Lincoln where she presently resides.
She was told about Habitat for Humanity by a friend who they had helped. Habitat for Humanity could do nothing without the help of volunteers and the donations of money and material. Because of theses things, they have been able to build simple houses alongside the homeowners.
Volunteers are painting, trim is being put on the edges of the doorways, and Rose’s children are staining wood. The floor has white spots where paint had dribbled onto the floor and a thin layer of sawdust. Pieces of wood and stirring sticks are on the floor as well. Paint trays are being filled with more paint. Stools are being moved. Wire is sticking out of soon to become light switches. In the basement the ceiling hasn’t been covered yet. The pipes and wiring are in full view.
The air is getting hotter as the morning goes on. Sweat has soaked the volunteer’s shirts and sweat is crawling down their faces with small drops clinging to pieces of hair. But still they continue working with cheerful hearts and warm smiles.
A 60 year old woman with brown hair and dark eyes, Dianna Wright, is one of the volunteers cutting Rose’s diamond, “You get out of life what you put into it.” She also said, “It is incredibly rewarding to see the smiles.”
Today, Habitat for Humanity has built 350,000 homes around the world, giving more than 1.75 million people a place to call home.
Rose is another person in this world who has been helped by Habitat for Humanity but she is also another person who has shown the world no dream is impossible to achieve. Look at where Rose has come from and where she is now but you’ll still see she is still pushing on to accomplish more. She is at the point where her diamond is almost cut to perfection.
Habitat for Humanity
Friday, July 30, 2010
Editorial
Last week in Ohio a photojournalist, Alex Kotran, was covering a story of two cows that had escaped from the agriculture school as university police were trying to manage the animals. Kotran was asked by a police officer to leave because the situation was dangerous. He relocated and was then asked by another police officer to leave. Kotran complied immediately with the police officers request. He was then handcuffed, arrested, detained and they searched his pockets. Kortan did not present any press identification. While, University police insist Kortan was not arrested and no charges have been filed and his alleged detention is still in question.
It is understandable to ask any bystanders to give the university police more room with cows since the cows could bolt and trample someone. But detaining Kortan and putting him in handcuffs is going a little overboard. Someone could say it was unlawful detainment and search.
Sure, Kotran wasn’t free of fault. He had no proof he was a photojournalist. None the less, anyone can claim to be a civilian photographer because of our technology. Anyone can take pictures and put it on the internet with ease. The vision of the press has changed.
Now, the question is how far do we let police go? Do we let them keep leaning on the excuse it’s too dangerous? Do we allow police to say, "Well, their's a school board meeting tonight but it might be dangerous so you can't go." If the police did need to get people moved what can they do? What are the standards? It’s the same with the photojournalists: when is it time for them to give police space?
There needs to be a standard for both parties. The police need rules of how strict to be with the press and the press needs rules of when they need to give the police room to work. The press can be a distraction to the police but the press can help the police spread the news of a crime. There needs to be a compromise of sorts.
Information on Article
It is understandable to ask any bystanders to give the university police more room with cows since the cows could bolt and trample someone. But detaining Kortan and putting him in handcuffs is going a little overboard. Someone could say it was unlawful detainment and search.
Sure, Kotran wasn’t free of fault. He had no proof he was a photojournalist. None the less, anyone can claim to be a civilian photographer because of our technology. Anyone can take pictures and put it on the internet with ease. The vision of the press has changed.
Now, the question is how far do we let police go? Do we let them keep leaning on the excuse it’s too dangerous? Do we allow police to say, "Well, their's a school board meeting tonight but it might be dangerous so you can't go." If the police did need to get people moved what can they do? What are the standards? It’s the same with the photojournalists: when is it time for them to give police space?
There needs to be a standard for both parties. The police need rules of how strict to be with the press and the press needs rules of when they need to give the police room to work. The press can be a distraction to the police but the press can help the police spread the news of a crime. There needs to be a compromise of sorts.
Information on Article
The Story of Becky
This is Becky. She goes to Fairbury Junior-Senior High School but this junior is much more than she appears. She is a girl of many talents. She enjoys to draw, write, and of course to shop. But for her, there is nothing better than the feeling of a warm twelve gauge shotgun in her hands.
In a crowded room you may not notice Becky since she is usually not one to talk, mostly, because she’s listening to everyone else. But if you get her talking about something she is passionate about her voice will be strong and loud, her eyes will hold a passionate spark, and she won’t back down from an argument when it comes down to her passion.
This is about a girl who would rather watch action films than romantic films. This is a girl who would rather face her fears than just be afraid. This is a girl who would rather shoot something to see it explode than wear dresses and do her makeup. This is a girl who prefers the smell of gunpowder over the smell of flowers.
Who is Becky? Becky is a girl who likes to play what is considered “a man’s game” called trap shooting. This sport, it is much different than any other sport. There are teams, but mostly you are considered individuals, hoping to break more targets than the next guy, or rare girl. Trap shooting is not an easy sport for anyone. The targets are round, clay targets that are referred to as birds. The point is to break as many as you can. The machine that throws the targets unpredictably, is called the house.
But the reason this sport is so difficult is because of these two factors: the weather and the shooter.
Weather. Where is the wind going? Will the bird go high or will it fall fast? How cold is it? How warm is it? Are you going to get hot shooting or do you need to put more layers on?
The shooter. The mind is a powerful thing, and if the shooter becomes upset that they’ve missed some of their targets, it is likely that they will continue to miss. When this happens it is referred to as ‘losing it’ because the shooter has lost concentration. So, the next question is how did Becky get into such a sport? She was literally born into it. When she was a baby she would go to meets when her brother shot, then she went when her sister shot, and then it was her turn. Like everyone who has been in this sport, she’s had her good days and her bad days.
“Tears swelled in my eyes as I came to my family with a lowered head and slumped shoulders. My heart was burning with disappointment while the rest of me was icy cold. My brother gave me a hug then put his arm around my shoulders. I wanted to make my family proud because my siblings had come to see me shoot. My brother merely smiled and said, ‘Becky, don’t be so hard on yourself. This weather makes it very difficult. I don’t think I could have shot much better.’ My disappointment was gone instantly, because I knew he was right, and I felt better knowing he would have had a hard time since he is the best shot I know. “
Becky has many talents and is unique. She has a love for drawing. A love for writing. A love for her family. A love for shopping. But most of all, a love for trap shooting.
In a crowded room you may not notice Becky since she is usually not one to talk, mostly, because she’s listening to everyone else. But if you get her talking about something she is passionate about her voice will be strong and loud, her eyes will hold a passionate spark, and she won’t back down from an argument when it comes down to her passion.
This is about a girl who would rather watch action films than romantic films. This is a girl who would rather face her fears than just be afraid. This is a girl who would rather shoot something to see it explode than wear dresses and do her makeup. This is a girl who prefers the smell of gunpowder over the smell of flowers.
Who is Becky? Becky is a girl who likes to play what is considered “a man’s game” called trap shooting. This sport, it is much different than any other sport. There are teams, but mostly you are considered individuals, hoping to break more targets than the next guy, or rare girl. Trap shooting is not an easy sport for anyone. The targets are round, clay targets that are referred to as birds. The point is to break as many as you can. The machine that throws the targets unpredictably, is called the house.
But the reason this sport is so difficult is because of these two factors: the weather and the shooter.
Weather. Where is the wind going? Will the bird go high or will it fall fast? How cold is it? How warm is it? Are you going to get hot shooting or do you need to put more layers on?
The shooter. The mind is a powerful thing, and if the shooter becomes upset that they’ve missed some of their targets, it is likely that they will continue to miss. When this happens it is referred to as ‘losing it’ because the shooter has lost concentration. So, the next question is how did Becky get into such a sport? She was literally born into it. When she was a baby she would go to meets when her brother shot, then she went when her sister shot, and then it was her turn. Like everyone who has been in this sport, she’s had her good days and her bad days.
“Tears swelled in my eyes as I came to my family with a lowered head and slumped shoulders. My heart was burning with disappointment while the rest of me was icy cold. My brother gave me a hug then put his arm around my shoulders. I wanted to make my family proud because my siblings had come to see me shoot. My brother merely smiled and said, ‘Becky, don’t be so hard on yourself. This weather makes it very difficult. I don’t think I could have shot much better.’ My disappointment was gone instantly, because I knew he was right, and I felt better knowing he would have had a hard time since he is the best shot I know. “
Becky has many talents and is unique. She has a love for drawing. A love for writing. A love for her family. A love for shopping. But most of all, a love for trap shooting.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
The Story of Scott
This is Scott. He is a student at Millard’s South in Omaha. Scott is an active athlete and in September he will turn 18. He has traveled to 34 out of the 50 states of the United States.
The first thing that strikes you about Scott is that he is very talkative. During my interview he went above and beyond what I was asking but it wasn’t a bad thing. It made it more interesting than what I had first an anticipated it to be. He is also very adventurous. He has traveled beyond the border of the United States. He has gone to Canada. ‘A clean New York’ is how he described Montreal; one of the many places he was in Canada.
This story is about an adrenaline junky who isn’t satisfied doing the same old thing for the rest of his days. If he does something for too long he drops it completely and tries something new. This interesting character has done almost every sport to get an adrenaline rush and if he hasn’t done it he’ll get to it eventually.
Who is Scott? He has played tennis, soccer, football, basketball, swimming, lacrosse, and baseball. In the summer of eighth grade he shattered his patella in football. He spent three days in a wheelchair and had his leg in a brace. Thankfully, it healed on its own so there were no surgeries needed, but he can never play football again. He has recently gotten into snowboarding. Even though he has played in a lot of sports he has never considered going pro and doesn’t plan on it.
“Not too long ago I was a committed soccer player. Several months later I committed to football. Some weeks after that I took an interest in tennis, days later I came to the decision that lacrosse could possibly be my next jump.”
Of course, what makes Scott interesting is that he keeps jumping from decisions to decision to decision to decision. The question is where he’ll land and if he’ll stay there, or will he jump miles from where he thought he’d go?
The first thing that strikes you about Scott is that he is very talkative. During my interview he went above and beyond what I was asking but it wasn’t a bad thing. It made it more interesting than what I had first an anticipated it to be. He is also very adventurous. He has traveled beyond the border of the United States. He has gone to Canada. ‘A clean New York’ is how he described Montreal; one of the many places he was in Canada.
This story is about an adrenaline junky who isn’t satisfied doing the same old thing for the rest of his days. If he does something for too long he drops it completely and tries something new. This interesting character has done almost every sport to get an adrenaline rush and if he hasn’t done it he’ll get to it eventually.
Who is Scott? He has played tennis, soccer, football, basketball, swimming, lacrosse, and baseball. In the summer of eighth grade he shattered his patella in football. He spent three days in a wheelchair and had his leg in a brace. Thankfully, it healed on its own so there were no surgeries needed, but he can never play football again. He has recently gotten into snowboarding. Even though he has played in a lot of sports he has never considered going pro and doesn’t plan on it.
“Not too long ago I was a committed soccer player. Several months later I committed to football. Some weeks after that I took an interest in tennis, days later I came to the decision that lacrosse could possibly be my next jump.”
Of course, what makes Scott interesting is that he keeps jumping from decisions to decision to decision to decision. The question is where he’ll land and if he’ll stay there, or will he jump miles from where he thought he’d go?
Lunch
Talking and laughter filled the air as students hurried into the lunch room. After being checked in the only question was "What do I get?" Many people were thinking the same thing. People were in large clumps trying to decide what to get. My thought was 'Wow, this is a lot better than our school food.'
As I passed by the ice cream machine students were complaining there were no more ice cream cones.
I didn't know what to get and I was just following my friends when a lunch lady became irritated that we weren't in a proper line and ordered us to do so which caused a huge mass of confused and irritated students. With relief I got what I wanted and took a seat near the entrance. I nearly choked as I laughed at a woman who touched a flower arrangment believing they were real. She blushed and laughed at herself.
As lunch came to a close my friends and I were laughing and enjoying ourselves.
As I passed by the ice cream machine students were complaining there were no more ice cream cones.
I didn't know what to get and I was just following my friends when a lunch lady became irritated that we weren't in a proper line and ordered us to do so which caused a huge mass of confused and irritated students. With relief I got what I wanted and took a seat near the entrance. I nearly choked as I laughed at a woman who touched a flower arrangment believing they were real. She blushed and laughed at herself.
As lunch came to a close my friends and I were laughing and enjoying ourselves.
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