Production log #!
The essential questions I would want to address in this documentary would be:
• What effect does this stereotyping have on life at Punahou?
•Are people aware of the stereotyping at Punahou, and what social grouping they are classified in?
This documentaries target audience would be the Punahou Highschool community including all the people who have experienced and/or are experiencing life at Punahou's Academy. My desired response is that people gain some insight into how deeply intertwined stereotypes and social groups are in the Punahou Academy lifestyle. No radical changes in people's perceptions of Punahou's social scene but a new social awareness.
Some necessary research questions would be:
•What social groups do people see at Punahou?
•Who are the people in these social groups?
•Are people aware of what social groups they are part of?
• What characterizes a social group?
These questions could be answered by simply observing Punahou's Academy and asking the students what they think these answers are in a casual manner. But much of the research is common knowledge shown often through media.
Production log #2
My way of collecting research was accurate and showed the most realistic approach to how students created the stereotypes at Punahou. But in my media research it was assumed that teenagers did somewhat follow the stereotype paths depicted in movies such as Mean Girls. Which could be an exaggerated look at teenage stereotyping, but in my observations the media's exaggerated social groups seemed evident at any school, especially Punahou, to some extent. Possibly I could do some research with a psychologist of some sort to further deepen my understanding of stereotypes and how they are engendered, but I think that my three specific people they would clarify the subject just as well. My first specific person would be Ron Gould; he is the head of the psychosocial department, a dean, and a coach and has huge insight into stereotyping, student perceptions, and the Punahou lifestyle. Then of course there are the students who some might say make the most harsh stereotypes, while the harshest is reserved for them. The students who hang out in front of Bingham have an extreme point of view when it comes to social grouping and to some are considered the "rich and popular" kids. These students are crucial to the documentary having an accurate view into Punahou's social grouping since they would be considered one of the essential social groupings at any highschool. Lastly, it would be interesting to see what the cafeteria ladies have to say, specifically the lunch line regulator, aka "auntie", since the cafeteria is the single most varied spot on campus.
Production Log #3
The essential question of this documentary would have to be: What is stereotyping at Punahou and how does its presence affect the Punahou Academy? The target audience would still be the Punahou Academy community. I would hope their reaction to this documentary would be one of awareness of social grouping and an insightful look into stereotyping from an unassuming view. My interview would probably fit into the part of the documentary as background information, something that showed the students true view of stereotypes. Most likely in the body of the documentary, with quite possibly a harsh angle on the subject from the students point of view which when candid can be very sharp. I am going to attempt to get the most honest look at the students who I interview and find what they really think by talking to students who I know are confident in their opinions.
Some questions would be:
•Who are you?
•What social groups do you see at Punahou?
•Who are the people in these social groups?
•Are you aware of what social groups you're part of?
• What characterizes a social group?
• What do you think about the stigma surrounding Punahou?
•How does all this stereotyping affect you life?
•Would you say it is a correct way to pass judgment on people at Punahou?
•Do you believe social groups are a healthy part of highschool?
•Is there any way to eliminate stereotyping at Punahou?
My biggest assumption would be that there are set social groupings that people are aware of. This could be an adverse effect on my interview if the people I interview say that they don’t see stereotyping as a big effect on Punahou and/or don’t want to comment on the specific social groups. This can be anticipated and I think can be coaxed out of the person if you ask other questions mainly pertaining to them then expanding to the social groupings surrounding themselves and finally getting them to talk candidly about what stereotypes they see at Punahou.
Production Log #4
My location will be at the benches and tree outside of Bingham, since this is where my target interviewers will be. I am also aware that there are fewer people on certain breaks so I will do my shot when the area is relatively clear. The shots I think I am going to use will be the two person shot and a medium close-up. I think these shots will be the most personal for these interviews and match the setting, which will be at the benches. Some potential cut-ins could be a shift in body movement of even other people's reaction to the interviewing situation. I am doing the interview here because I think it will give the audience the greatest sense of location and help them identify who these people are merely by their placement. This interview will easily visually connect with the rest of the film because most of the interviews are going to be conducted similarly visually by all of us using similar medium close-ups the interviews should connect well. We could possibly do all the interviews at each groups "hang out" which would allow the audience to truly get a sense of location.
Production log #5
I was able to get good interviews that enlightened my research on what stereotypes would be expected. It was difficult to keep focus in any of the interviews because as teenagers we are always aware of what other people are thinking. What I didn’t expect was so many people who merely wanted to be on the film but not actually interviewed this was hard to deal with since there were always people attempting to run into the shot. I dealt with that by zooming in on the persons face if necessary. I do not think I achieved the depth I was looking for since in a documentary about stereotypes the real response I got was stereotypical, though a few candid comments gave my interview an edge. My interviews can easily fit in as body pieces that can show what the students perception of stereotypes but I do not think show any real depth on their own. These shots could be used though to show the stark contrast of other group's answers to these questions and that could be an interesting way to piece the documentary together. Instead of just showing stereotypes putting the interviews in a way that they are near opposite views.
*I don’t know how to get videos either on the computer or on my blog.
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Friday, September 14, 2007
A nightcrawler
Leilani Doktor
11:30 Haldmen
Cycle Paper #2: A Night Crawler
Its pitch black in the darkest hours of the night, she lies in bed waiting. The tension mounting with each rise of her chest as she waits for that silent call signaling her to come out and reveal herself into the darkness. It comes, and she creeps down the stairs and out of the house like a black cat, stealthy and sleek. Her walk down the street is apprehensive; these are the crucial moments, the threshold between freedom and capture. The night is still and the world is hers as she sees the gate leading her to the outside.
On the quiet road a black SUV, waiting. She's swept up into its mechanical locomotion, moving, drifting farther and farther away from what she knows. She's flying in the car with a strange yet familiar face, and he holds her fate now, all she can do is go along for the ride.
They've landed at the spot he's decided, a mass of people, waiting. She recognizes the whirls of sand; the sound of waves but the feeling isn't the same. There is no glaring sun, heated beach, or glistening bodies. It is desolate except for the faces looking down upon her. She feels alienated but there is a small comfort, the warmth of a hand on her back. It beckons her to sit in the back of SUV facing the ocean. The sea comforts her; slowly she can relax into the calm, swirling, chaos of the ocean.
A cup waiting for her, full of sweet poison, she puts the honeyed deception to her lips and forgets the world.
She's running for the water, sprinting to the free world. Naked and willing, she dives into the fluid disarray.
On the beach she is sitting next to him jeering faces moving about but they are distant and collected. He keeps her grounded and protected; there on the beach she knows she is safe.
A mutter, a gasp, and a shuffle of bodies; someone is down. She shows no concern as the body is driven away. He takes her and they fly away. Bump after bump they ride over obstacles as they leave the scene, tailed by their fear, led by their adrenalin. Here they are in the middle of nowhere going somewhere with this vehicle of emotion.
She sits there waiting, expecting him to close the distance. Time is up dawn is cracking. She leaves the car and begins her walk back to the gate shutting her in. She walks down that lonely road no one stirs, the world was hers for a night but it all disappears as she touches the door. She sucks in the sweet smell of the night and tumbles back into her life falling deeper and deeper into the comfort home.
This took one hour because I had to make it an interesting and somewhat poetic story of an escape from life. I tried to be as descriptive as possible so that the reader could really live the story. I wanted them to be asking questions throughout the story and I didn’t really reveal that much about the characters so that could make them anything and anyone. I wanted it to be like she had everything in her grasp because I feel like those are our favorite moments in our lives so I wanted to capture that feeling when you embrace freedom. Feeling free and uninhibited is something I think we all strive for and I hope I could convey the way she found that well in this story.
11:30 Haldmen
Cycle Paper #2: A Night Crawler
Its pitch black in the darkest hours of the night, she lies in bed waiting. The tension mounting with each rise of her chest as she waits for that silent call signaling her to come out and reveal herself into the darkness. It comes, and she creeps down the stairs and out of the house like a black cat, stealthy and sleek. Her walk down the street is apprehensive; these are the crucial moments, the threshold between freedom and capture. The night is still and the world is hers as she sees the gate leading her to the outside.
On the quiet road a black SUV, waiting. She's swept up into its mechanical locomotion, moving, drifting farther and farther away from what she knows. She's flying in the car with a strange yet familiar face, and he holds her fate now, all she can do is go along for the ride.
They've landed at the spot he's decided, a mass of people, waiting. She recognizes the whirls of sand; the sound of waves but the feeling isn't the same. There is no glaring sun, heated beach, or glistening bodies. It is desolate except for the faces looking down upon her. She feels alienated but there is a small comfort, the warmth of a hand on her back. It beckons her to sit in the back of SUV facing the ocean. The sea comforts her; slowly she can relax into the calm, swirling, chaos of the ocean.
A cup waiting for her, full of sweet poison, she puts the honeyed deception to her lips and forgets the world.
She's running for the water, sprinting to the free world. Naked and willing, she dives into the fluid disarray.
On the beach she is sitting next to him jeering faces moving about but they are distant and collected. He keeps her grounded and protected; there on the beach she knows she is safe.
A mutter, a gasp, and a shuffle of bodies; someone is down. She shows no concern as the body is driven away. He takes her and they fly away. Bump after bump they ride over obstacles as they leave the scene, tailed by their fear, led by their adrenalin. Here they are in the middle of nowhere going somewhere with this vehicle of emotion.
She sits there waiting, expecting him to close the distance. Time is up dawn is cracking. She leaves the car and begins her walk back to the gate shutting her in. She walks down that lonely road no one stirs, the world was hers for a night but it all disappears as she touches the door. She sucks in the sweet smell of the night and tumbles back into her life falling deeper and deeper into the comfort home.
This took one hour because I had to make it an interesting and somewhat poetic story of an escape from life. I tried to be as descriptive as possible so that the reader could really live the story. I wanted them to be asking questions throughout the story and I didn’t really reveal that much about the characters so that could make them anything and anyone. I wanted it to be like she had everything in her grasp because I feel like those are our favorite moments in our lives so I wanted to capture that feeling when you embrace freedom. Feeling free and uninhibited is something I think we all strive for and I hope I could convey the way she found that well in this story.
Thursday, September 6, 2007
Documentary topics
Documentary Topic: Ethnicity
My choice for the documentary topic would be ethnicity. I myself am of two heritages, Samoan, and Caucasian and that is a big part of my life. This topic is relevant to all the people in our class because Hawaii is such an ethnically diverse place that it really does shape our lives and perspectives. People from Hawaii's perspective on race and diversity would be vastly different from people all around the world. My dual-ethnicity has played a major role in my life and identity and I'm sure it has been a big part in everyone else's lives too.
My choice for the documentary topic would be ethnicity. I myself am of two heritages, Samoan, and Caucasian and that is a big part of my life. This topic is relevant to all the people in our class because Hawaii is such an ethnically diverse place that it really does shape our lives and perspectives. People from Hawaii's perspective on race and diversity would be vastly different from people all around the world. My dual-ethnicity has played a major role in my life and identity and I'm sure it has been a big part in everyone else's lives too.
Friday, August 31, 2007
CT#1 a deciding moment
Leilani Doktor
Eng 2AB
11:30 Haldmen
Critical Thinking Journal #1
A Deciding Moment
8.29.07A Parking Space Taken
I'm sitting in a car left alone to wait,
Across white lines another in the same dilemma.
I stare compromising my illusion of disinterest.
How can I ignore another human in the exact same situation?
But are we really the same?
Why are you sitting in the passengers seat?
Are you listening to music?
Or if you're just as interested in me as I am in you.
We were forced into this situation parked cars, face to face.
A mental connection,
And I have decided to never make it physical.
8.30.07A Crowded Reception
I walk, I observe, I absorb.
My eyes guiding, my feet following, my mind reeling.
Around and around I go.
But I spy; I spy with my little eye
A person out of place, people
I'm in an art gallery, an exhibit of humans.
Yet three figures aren't right.
Could it be their clothes? No, I shouldn't judge.
Could it be their sullen faces? No, anyone could be tired in this world.
Or is it the peculiar bulges under their jackets? Yes, what am I witnessing?
Kids no older than me, with familiar green glass bottles peeking out of dirty jackets.
They weave through the crowd as I stand behind a shattered pot.
But a hunched over posture gives away their little trick
Three shadows glide over the paintings, and over the threshold.
The tension is lifted, it is raining outside, and three people are gone.
No one noticed, I decided to not speak a word,
Reflection:
In the past few days the reality that life is made of moments has become painfully obvious. That is how I came to the decision to write this poem, I wrote what had stuck so clearly in my mind over a two-day period.
The first stanza was inspired by my situation of being left in the car of the Costco parking lot. Surprisingly another car pulled in across from me in the same situation. Once both of us in our separate vehicles had come to realize we could not escape each other it became a game of cat and mouse. It brought to mind the idea of," looking through a glass window." In those few moments of forced attentiveness to a person I had no inkling of knowledge about and doubted I ever would, I realized that this was how people are brought together. Forced together in twisted ways of fate, is how you meet people. And a shared situation is what brings human kind together, the feeling of similarity. Once knowing this there is two options you can accept it or reject it. It is a deciding moment in your life, are you going to attempt to build on your shared connection or leave it be? This is my underlying theme, which led me to end the poem with what I decided.
The second stanza was a little bit more of what I was doing physically as well as what I was thinking in the moment. I was inspired by my experience with an art show and how I witnessed kids my age stealing alcohol from the exhibit. I was shocked by their necessity to steal alcohol, and I was even more shocked that none of the adults in the show had even noticed. These kids stood out so clearly for me it was like a game of I spy, and I watched as they left the room one by one even in the crowd I could pick out each footstep the feeling emanating from their bodies caused me to watch I feel their heart beats, the anxiety, and the excitement, but in their hunched over postures and sullen eyes I could see the hint of shame. After they were gone all I could think was where are they going? And do they have homes? I felt impartial to their theft but could not help but worry. In the end of my deciding moment I did not say anything about those happenings, because it was one of compassion why make hype when those kids were already long gone. It inspired me to do something compassionate, and yet I feel as if there really wasn’t any decision that could have made that would have aided the event.
Eng 2AB
11:30 Haldmen
Critical Thinking Journal #1
A Deciding Moment
8.29.07A Parking Space Taken
I'm sitting in a car left alone to wait,
Across white lines another in the same dilemma.
I stare compromising my illusion of disinterest.
How can I ignore another human in the exact same situation?
But are we really the same?
Why are you sitting in the passengers seat?
Are you listening to music?
Or if you're just as interested in me as I am in you.
We were forced into this situation parked cars, face to face.
A mental connection,
And I have decided to never make it physical.
8.30.07A Crowded Reception
I walk, I observe, I absorb.
My eyes guiding, my feet following, my mind reeling.
Around and around I go.
But I spy; I spy with my little eye
A person out of place, people
I'm in an art gallery, an exhibit of humans.
Yet three figures aren't right.
Could it be their clothes? No, I shouldn't judge.
Could it be their sullen faces? No, anyone could be tired in this world.
Or is it the peculiar bulges under their jackets? Yes, what am I witnessing?
Kids no older than me, with familiar green glass bottles peeking out of dirty jackets.
They weave through the crowd as I stand behind a shattered pot.
But a hunched over posture gives away their little trick
Three shadows glide over the paintings, and over the threshold.
The tension is lifted, it is raining outside, and three people are gone.
No one noticed, I decided to not speak a word,
Reflection:
In the past few days the reality that life is made of moments has become painfully obvious. That is how I came to the decision to write this poem, I wrote what had stuck so clearly in my mind over a two-day period.
The first stanza was inspired by my situation of being left in the car of the Costco parking lot. Surprisingly another car pulled in across from me in the same situation. Once both of us in our separate vehicles had come to realize we could not escape each other it became a game of cat and mouse. It brought to mind the idea of," looking through a glass window." In those few moments of forced attentiveness to a person I had no inkling of knowledge about and doubted I ever would, I realized that this was how people are brought together. Forced together in twisted ways of fate, is how you meet people. And a shared situation is what brings human kind together, the feeling of similarity. Once knowing this there is two options you can accept it or reject it. It is a deciding moment in your life, are you going to attempt to build on your shared connection or leave it be? This is my underlying theme, which led me to end the poem with what I decided.
The second stanza was a little bit more of what I was doing physically as well as what I was thinking in the moment. I was inspired by my experience with an art show and how I witnessed kids my age stealing alcohol from the exhibit. I was shocked by their necessity to steal alcohol, and I was even more shocked that none of the adults in the show had even noticed. These kids stood out so clearly for me it was like a game of I spy, and I watched as they left the room one by one even in the crowd I could pick out each footstep the feeling emanating from their bodies caused me to watch I feel their heart beats, the anxiety, and the excitement, but in their hunched over postures and sullen eyes I could see the hint of shame. After they were gone all I could think was where are they going? And do they have homes? I felt impartial to their theft but could not help but worry. In the end of my deciding moment I did not say anything about those happenings, because it was one of compassion why make hype when those kids were already long gone. It inspired me to do something compassionate, and yet I feel as if there really wasn’t any decision that could have made that would have aided the event.
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