See See Rider

JAMRS – CAMPAIGN COMPREHENSION TEST DISCUSSION GUIDE Objectives: • KUDZU will conduct qualitative research with parents of high school junior/seniors and high school juniors/seniors to gauge reactions to 4 TV script ideas o Determine clarity and comprehension of creative ideas o Understand what the ideas are communicating and how they reflect the strategic idea o Understand relevance, resonance & likeability of scripts, scenarios and other key elements d o Understand strengths, limitations and

He stood. Drawing back his shoulders, he spun to face the throng. Considering the number of people present, it was eerily quiet in the Hall, so silent Audra heard the rush of blood in her ears. Edgy but determined to make her people understand they would not dictate her love life, she took Maxen by the hand and led him toward the dais. She took the small step up and stood before her throne, yet he still stood taller than her. Audra kept her fingers laced with his, prepared to make her case, when

Michael Montgomery was absolutely pissed that me had to work on Halloween. He had planned to go to a Halloween party that night in fact. But instead he was stuck in an old and dreary gas station. There wasn’t even anyone around, they were all too busy with their own plans to stop for gas. Michael sat there in pure boredom. I’m fact he dosed off into a light and dreamless sleep. A dinging bell awoke him with a jolt. He saw Mars Vesper standing in the door way with a blank stare. He knew him very vaguely

staring at the house. “I hate you very much right now” Matt said and I smiled “oh well, let’s go” We jumped over the gate and grabbed the flashlight. As I flashed the light I saw a black figure through the window curtains. “Did you see that?” I asked Matt and he looked at me. “See what?” I was probably just seeing things. “Uh, nothing. It’s probably just my mind playing games.” I said and we walked to the front door. I moved the vines that were blocking the door and opened the door slowly. “It smells like

been best friends for decades? Did you use your own guerilla marketing tactics to get off the ground? The story of Sara Blakely, her white pants, and her footless pantyhose has made the origin story rounds for years -- for good reason. Did you see a need in another industry and fill it with your own product? Nearly everyone in the world knows Lamborghini’s

PIG MAN There was a Pig Man, and he walked a Piggy Mile, He found a Piggy Sixpence against a Piggy Stile; He bought a Piggy Cat which caught a Piggy Mouse, And they all lived together in a little Pig House. “Where are we going?” Bobby asked. He had a twizzler in his pocket he was sure would have grown stale by the time they reached wherever they were heading. “Shut up,” Jones commanded. He strode a little ahead of the group, but turned to glare at Bobby. “We’re almost there.” “Where exactly are

After ringing the doorbell several times, Karen pounded on the door, and screamed, “Wake up, Dan. Wake up, Dan! I need your help.” Ready to go to another neighbor’s house, she heard him say, “Hold on I’m coming!” Opening the front door, Karen saw her neighbor standing in the doorway wearing only his boxer shorts and a tee shirt. He asked, “What’s wrong? Karen, what’s your problem.” Weeping, she said, “Something is wrong with Katherine. Come quick.” “Just a minute,” he said, rushing into the

She kept the curtains drawn in her room, long enough that a sheet of dust covered them. If not for the television’s keen glare, her room would be as dark as sleep. There was no light bulb hanging from the ceiling just a fitting where one may have been. Slouched in her bed she was with the light of the TV smacking her face revealing tangles of sand-coloured hair which fell over furrows and dark smudges which hung heavily below her eyes. Her belly slouched as well but against her thighs and her hips

After ringing the doorbell several times, and pounding on the door, Karen screamed, “Wake up, Dan. Wake up, Dan! I need your help.” Ready to go to another neighbor’s house, she heard him say, “Hold on I’m coming!” After opening the front door, Karen saw her neighbor standing in the doorway wearing only his boxer shorts and a tee shirt. He asked, “What’s wrong? Karen, what’s your problem?” Weeping, she said, “Something is wrong with Katherine. She looks dead, come quick.” “Just a minute,” he

“Hello, Sweetheart,” she said, as she poured another cup of coffee as he sat down at the counter beside her. “Sweetheart, my ass, I called you to have lunch with us and as usual your phone was off or the batteries needed charging. Why carry a phone if you don’t answer the damn thing?” “Sorry, I didn’t charge it last night, and left it on Mom’s counter when we came back from lunch.” Shrugging her shoulders, Marlene asked, “Where’s your father?” Sipping his coffee, Jerry said, “He’ll be in shortly