Watch that on repeat
The whole enchilada mild or spicy
Some of them make you realize what you are dealing with
A generation that believed in the promises fed to them in their classrooms through propaganda campaigns
They circulated approved and appropriate video content on reels with an audio visual cart
It was important
I remember when we would have to watch these videos on proper health care or reproduction. Narrated and choppy.
VHS came later and a lot of the teachers still liked the old school technology
They would get tvs on carts delivered for us to watch things they found important: like the entirety of the O. J. Simpson verdict or coverage on the death of princess Diana or something similar
Honestly, our access to technology changed rapidly and I cried over a digital camera short film I made that was not even close to the standard of film I wanted to create.
I sobbed and didn’t know how to explain that I wanted an extension on timeline and budget and a guaranteed premiere at school. As well as, private screening parties at two undisclosed locations. No photos. NDAs mandatory. I was 11.
We weren’t raised to be ignorant unexposed delayed children. I was apart of the genius crew but my genius was creative and Adam and I were the only two who really had that. The rest were engineers and logical brilliance.
I wavered in so many capacities due to lack of familial support for seeing brilliance in a girl. Girls were second class and usually seen as a financial burden.
Yes, I couldn’t do things. I was restricted to cleaning and being randomly targeted by my sisters for torture.
It was a boring and quiet existence for the most part. With moments of absolute chaos and disturbances.
Broken bones. Violent wounds. Flipping over handle bars. Being launched into the air flying down the streets on rollerblades and praying I don’t skid too far across the pavement. Stretching limits and ending up just always having to go forward.
It is all good though. Just another day of living.
Most Valuable Earth 