Personal Narrative: Radio Practitioners

It has been one year since the passing of my dear friend Stephen Gregory Cord. I met Steve on February 20, 2010 when I went to his house to pick up some audio equipment that I purchased from him online. It seems like I knew him for a lot longer than 4 years but that is what my saved email correspondence with him indicates. Steve and I were kindred spirits. We hit it off immediately and Steve quickly became a member of our family. He shared holidays with us, including Thanksgiving and Christmas. Steve also shared his passion for hi-end audio with me through advice and numerous modifications to my stereo equipment. In August of 2014 he asked that I be the executor of his estate should he pass away. Steve had a lot of health issues and

As I consider my past and everything that’s happened, I don’t think a single character fits exactly how I feel about myself. Thankfully, I chose someone who shares the same experiences. In the beginning, she wasn’t rich, but she wasn’t poor; she wasn’t popular, but she was loved by those closest to her; and she obeyed the rules, but she never let anyone take advantage of her. I like to think we have similar stories, seeing as how both of us had to go through the same situations. As you may be wondering, her name was America Singer, later referred to as America Schreave, from the Selection series by Kiera Cass. Because we’re the same age now, I relate to her even more. I understand how she feels because I’ve lived through the same struggles

The podcast Serial, based on the real murder of Hae Min Lee in 1999 was very interesting to listen to. From the first episode I was captivated by the storyline told by Sarah Koenig . At first, I think the most intimidating fact about this assignment was that in the directions it states that the series is about 7 hours long. Once I actually began to hear Sarah and her views on Adnan, I forget how long it was and it became a lot easier to follow along. Some challenges that I faced were during the middle episodes (5-7) where I started to lose focus on what she was saying because all I was interested in was what Adnan had to say. I felt that at one point once she started bringing excess people in the story that didn’t need to be included is when

When I work as team, I has communication with other member so, it has several solution that can help to improve my communication to have more professional. The initially topics is meeting management. The beginning of working should planning meeting. Meeting divide into 3 parts are before, during, and after. In the part of before, I should know the purpose and role of meeting. During meeting, if it is face to face meeting, I should know agenda of the meeting and participants their role for easy to communicate about work. After meeting, I should sure that I and other team member understand the information of the meeting because I may discuss with other team member. In addition, after the meeting finish, I should prepare myself for the next meeting.

I love to fish it is really fun. It is 1:00. I grab my fishing poles and my fishing bag. I get an my bike and ride down to my pound. Throw some bread on my hook and cast it out there. My brother said to bait the water so I threw some bread in. All the fish were eating the bread. The bobber twitched a couple times. I set the hook the fish is on the hook. I get the fish on land grab the fish get it unhooked. Then I cut its gills and it dies.My brother said eiw thats grose. Then i wash it off in the water.Then i cut the bluegill into three pieces.When i cut the guts The fish eat the bluegill just for the guts so I put a piece of bluegill on the hook and guts and cast it out. My hands smelled like fish they felt all slimey and they

I have worked for The Advocate, a Baton Rouge award winning newspaper, for more than 23 years. When I first hired on in May of 1992, it was only to be a temporary job until I finished college. Before computers and electronic layout programs simplified this process with the click of a button, people had to cut out and paste the stories, pictures, and advertisements that appeared in the daily newspaper. This was my job: I was a Compositor. I worked evenings so this allowed me the availability to go to school during the day. I have always been a hard worker and taken pride in whatever assignment I was given. This character trait was recognized by others and I was quickly promoted to other jobs. As the computer age and world wide web came to life,

The speakers were blaring AC/DC’s “For Those About to Rock”, my hands saluting in the air, I was headed to bear lake in my car and was well. Then it happened. A full 900 degree barrel, on the interstate going 80mph. So there I was sitting on the interstate, in the dark, upside-down in my car. The cause of this crash was a simple fluke. My right tire was not inflated and it popped. So when I hit the brakes my car dug into the road and flipped. At this point in my life I had never had something that dramatic happen. For the next week and a half I found glass, in crevices it should never be found.

With tennis shoes tight on my feet, my legs begin to pound into the pavement on my road. My feet race on, one right after another, along the road. It isn’t long before something feels wrong. I can’t tell what it is. My gate seems off, and my legs seem almost more free. I keep looking at the world racing by me. Sun and blue skies warm my face, and chirping birds keep me company. A summer day couldn’t be better. Then, it strikes me. How could I have not noticed it before? The free legs! The chirping birds! It all seems so obvious now. I reach my hand down to my pocket to confirm the growing suspicion in my mind. Upon contact with the empty pocket, my suspicions are confirmed. I had forgotten my phone. How could I go for a run without one of my favorite podcasts? I suddenly

I was unable to attend a live concert for my report so I choose a concert from online. I choose a piece composed by one of my favorite composers from this class, Giuseppe Verdi. In Listening to Music, Craig Wright describes Verdi as a classic Italian opera composer of the 19th century and one of the most famous (pg.289). This particular piece is entitled Aida and was performed at the Royal Albert Hall in London. The video of the concert was published on February 8, 2015 and consist of four acts. The performers of the piece included a conductor named Duncan Riddell and an orchestra called the Royal Philharmonic. The concert also had characters signings vocals throughout the entire performance. Aidia was played by Claire Rutter, Radames by

Even though my birthday party starts in ten minutes and Dad’ll be mad if I’m late, it’s important to tell Rose this one last thing and that’s why I’m heading to the church with a walkie-talkie in my bag. Ten months ago I found it in Rose’s room when Jamie was jumping on her bed. He doesn’t remember our sister, not properly, but he knew full well he wasn’t supposed to be jumping on her mattress, trying to touch the ceiling and hang there like spider-man. When I opened the door, he leaped off and hid under the bed, scared that I was Mum. Promising not to tell, I coaxed Jamie out and that’s when I saw it in a box of old toys. A walkie-talkie. My walkie-talkie, actually. Rose broke hers so she took mine. I didn’t really mind, as it was useless.

An acquaintance of mine works as an educator in a middle school in Bpt CT and dependably has distinctive experience every day. Amid a practice dynamic listening exercise I had request that that specific friend let me know about her day at work. Amid listening to her story I kept eye contact with her and sat upright in the seat. I utilized words like better believe it, and right and grin once in a while to have her realize that I'm truly listening to her story. Every one of my conclusions and arrangements that I needed to say or asked with respect to her story was kept silent until the end of her story. After my assessment to what was going on, I put forth extra inquiries and listen precisely to her reaction. It is constantly great to be a good

When I first started out going to Highland Park High School’s media club HPTV, I was a timid freshman unaware of how to use the big cameras or edit on any of the shiny silver apple computers. I wasn’t interested in any other clubs, so I gave HPTV a try. I walked in the white colored room my first day and didn’t have a clue of what I was doing there. It felt as though I was stepping off into the unknown, not knowing whether I would be okay or not.

Maki went and grabbed the remote, and started to change channels. Rabidly changing channels, until hearing the familiar song and lighthearted beat. Maki quickly went back to the previous channel.

It all started when I was at the tech Museum, I was lying down next to this girl in my sleeping bag when we were watching Open Season 2.

I love podcasts. I LOVE PODCATS. I currently subscribe to twenty-six of varying types and formats. They range from serious and academic to silly and casual. On the more intellectual side I listen to: Freakonomics Radio, Stuff You Missed in History Class, This American Life, as well as news and politics podcasts such as NPR’s Politics Podcast and KCRW’s Left, Right and Center. On the opposite end of the spectrum I listen to: The Mortified Podcast (different individuals reading their childhood journals to an audience each week; Hilarious!) and Straight up with Stassi (an interview podcast hosted by Stassi Schroeder of Vanderpump Rules, a show I have never watched, but provides a behind the scenes look of what it means to be a reality show star,