Mid-Term Project – #Ist646

This week I was hopping a ride on the struggle bus. Everything that could go wrong, did go wrong. Which made this assignment that much harder. For this week’s assignment we had to create a 1:30-2 minute video that contained pictures, narration, music, etc.

I really struggled with creating this story for some reason. It took me 3 days to figure I wanted to tell the story of how I got my cat. Then it took 2 days just to record my audio! No matter what I did, I just didn’t like my script. Even now as I listen to it one last time (it’s already edited, compressed, yada yada…. I’m not changing it again!), I’m still not really happy with it. But I don’t know what to do to make it better. Perhaps this is storyteller’s block? Is that a thing?

Anyways…

This story is about how I acquired my cat. She is a 1 year old Russian Blue named Tickles. I’m very passionate about animals and that passion carries over into adoption/fostering pets. I think one of the best things you can do if you’re lonely is to go to your local animal shelter and love on some fur babies. I know so many animals get forgotten or put down because someone wanted to pay big bucks to get the latest Poodle/Retriever/Pug mix. Animals are not accessories, they are companions. They are family. Adopting a shelter animal won’t just save their life, if might just save yours too.

Adopt. Don’t Shop.

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The Short Story of a Short Storyteller – #IST646

When I was young, it was thought that I might be a pathological liar, though I prefer the term “avid storyteller.” I would make up the most fantastic or horrific things that had never happened to my family and proceed to tell absolutely everyone. This would be a good time to note that I got in trouble for lying a lot! As I grew older into school age I became the class clown, always good for a funny story and a laugh. In college, on a whim, I decided that my minor would be Dramatic Production and I took acting class for 4 years. I was never in a play. They always had me work backstage crew because I was a terrible actress. It was no surprise that after working in libraries for several years, in 2013 I was asked to cover a story time for our Youth Services Librarian. I’d seen her do it 100 times, but I was still nervous to get in front of these 3-5 year olds with their pouty lips and “judgy” eyes! Apparently it went well because I continued to cover our Preschool and Baby story times for the next 3 years.

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Where all my previous performances happened.

Who knows if it’s my constant attention seeking ways or my love of entertainment, but I do love having an audience (even if the audience only comes up to my knees). It seemed like a no-brainer to me that my first Grad class would be Storytelling for the Information Professional. Another note, you should really actually read what the class is about before you register. Silly me thought it would be just like all of my story times! How simple. I’d ace this class. Silly me never saw the description about DIGITAL STORYTELLING. Oh boy. What I thought was going to be a cinch class has challenged me in every possible way for the last 3 weeks. I became so out of my comfort zone that I even considered dropping the class!

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Maybe reading the title of the text book would have given me a hint.

The first assignment was to make a short video introducing myself to the rest of the class and our teacher. 2 minutes. My video was 2 minutes long… and it took me 2 HOURS to complete it. What is wrong with me? I  thought as I slumped over my computer at my dining room table. Why was it so hard to think of any interesting facts about myself! The comments on my video were gracious and it boosted my confidence to work full steam ahead on our next assignment!

The second assignment was to record myself telling a tall tale. I calculated that my interpretation of the tale I chose would take me about 2 minutes to recite. 2 minutes. It took me 3 hours to complete! With some tips from my rehearsal buddy, I sat at my table and prepared to record myself. Why was my throat so dry? Why was I sweating? How could I be nervous when there was no one here to listen to me (except for my cat)! The first time I recorded myself I messed up. The second time I messed up again. The third time you could hear my cat meowing in the background! After I finally recorded a semi-ok version, I listened to it. BLECH. My voice! Why is it so loud? I tried again, but now my voice sounded too high! Another try and I was reading so fast that I sounded like an auctioneer! Thoughts started to creep in. Have I always sounded like this? Is this what people hear every day? Why has no one told me that I sound like Fran Drescher from the tv show The Nanny?!?!? I slumped over my laptop in defeat, sighed dramatically, drank some water, and tried again. The next recording didn’t sound half bad and I figured I couldn’t do any better than that. I crossed my fingers and toes and submitted my assignment. My teacher was kind and encouraging in her remarks and gave me a better score than I gave myself!

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The noisy culprit. 

Now with our third assignment I am faced with the challenge of writing a story about my storytelling journey, and make it seem not as boring as my real life journey actually is. Friday nights at my library tend to be dead. So with my favorite pen in hand, some scrap paper, and a quiet moment (more like a few quiet hours), I dashed out some notes on what I could possibly write to tell my story. Should I make myself sound cooler than I am (there’s that compulsive liar trait again)? I guess you’ll have to tell me what you think, since you just read it.

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Go-T

So I’ve been getting a little ‘flack’ about how my blog is all sorts of negative and sad.

So this post is about a cat.

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So this is my sister’s cat. His name is Go-T. Yes,  she did spell it that way. When my sister was younger she wanted to name him “after the little beard that guys have” – my dad told her it was called a goatee. She felt like spelling it however she pleased. Whenever we are at the Vet office they call him “GOT”  – people think we named our cat “Got” – i.e. people think we are idiots.

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This is also a great time to mention that his original name was Tinkerbell! But due to some physical changes we realized he couldn’t keep that name. Or we could call him Tinkerballs, but that seemed inappropriate.

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Now he really is my sister’s cat. I can’t stand him. He annoys me. I’m not a big cat person. He really annoys me. And I’m pretty sure he bothers me on purpose. Whenever my sister is home he loves and cuddles with her and constantly sleeps on her bed. He leaves me alone. It’s great. But as soon as she leaves for college. He feels the need to park his butt on my bed and lick himself every day. I constantly have to pick off nasty wet hairballs from my blankets. It’s revolting.

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Yes, he’s fat, but not that fat. My bed is incredibly small.

I throw him (literally) off of my bed at least 10 times a day. I put barriers and walls of pillows and baskets on my bed so he can’t jump on. And yet, I’ll get home from work. And there he is. On my bed. Licking away. He bothers me.

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Or I will be trying to work on my computer – whether it be research for my blog, or watching a YouTube clip, or finding new music, etc. – he feels the need to jump on my bed, get as close to me as possible, but not touch me. Like a freaking 4 year old bully!!!!! He gets his paw as close as possible and then I tell him to get away from me and he’ll give me this looks that says “I’m not touching you!”

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And he doesn’t even do anything! At least I can play with my dog, or walk him around the block, or having semi-good conversations with him. Go-T doesn’t do anything! He sleeps, he eats, he goes outside, he eats, he licks himself, he eats, he sleeps… That’s all he does!

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Do you know where my hatred started? I do. Christmas 2006. I had begged my parents for the new iPod nano. It was super cool and I would be the first of my friends to have anything like it and I wouldn’t have to carry around my CD walkman anymore! And they actually got it for me! They left it for the last present and I screamed and cried for joy when I opened it. I immediately ran to the computer to load my CDs onto it. I then left it on my bed to take a shower. I came out of the shower and saw that the cat was on my bed and had my BRAND NEW IPOD NANO in between his paws. I yelled NO! And right when I yelled, that little jerk took his paw, stuck out his claws, and SCRATCHED THE SCREEN OF MY BRAND NEW IPOD NANO. I then promptly threw him down the stairs (literally – don’t tell my sister). Now I’m not one to hold a grudge for 7 years… But that cat is my arch nemesis.

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I didn’t smother him… This is just a picture of him having a rough day.