Tuesday, 21 January 2014

The Buried Life Project

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Author's Note:
My name is Jared Courchene I was born in Ottawa, where i lived for a few months before returning to my home reserve Sagkeeng First Nation. I'm only 17 and soon turning 18 and I'll be considered an adult which is scary because I'm way too immature and not ready to start my life after highschool. But because I'm in highschool it makes most of the things on my list way too hard, because most things i can do tomorrow, while others I won't be able to accomplish later in life or not at all.

1. Travel the world
2. Skydive
3.Save a cat from a tree
4. Run into a burning building to save someone
5. Be spiderman
6. Go cliff jumping
7. Play college lacrosse
8. Build a tree house
9. Drive my dream car
10. Go hunting
11. Get a tattoo
12. Graduate highschool
13.  Read lord of the rings
14. Go to a jets playoff game
15. Learn a language
16.  Learn to play the guitar
17. Win a championship in 2014
18. Go to tomorrow land
19. Go to country fest
20. Meet Leonardo Dicaprio
21. Be on big brother
22. Learn how to cook
23. Have a vintage video game night
24. Meet Jim Carrey
25. Go to the olympics
26. Get in a fight
27. Win a lifetime supply of something
28. Go on a hunger strike
29. Make a zestos wrap
30. Run a marathon for a good cause
31. Grow a solid movember stache
32. Grow my hair out
33. Be a male stripper
34. Ride a horse
35. Beat St.Pauls in any sport
36. Eat 3 Zestos wraps in one sitting
37. Have kids
38. Be in an action movie
39. Travel with my friends
40. Climb a mountain
41. Donate blood
42. Meet Jacob Trouba
43. Go down niagra falls in a barrel
44. Donate hair
45. Go in a kangaroo pouch
46. Break a record
47. Get a message in a bottle
48. Go ice fishing
49. Catch a chicken with my bare hands
50. Visit a hot springs
52. Stick my head out of a moving limo
53. Fly a plane
54. Sing Karaoke
55. Buy a house

Now What:
For my now what #7 Play college lacrosse should really be number 1 on my list because its one of the things on my list that i want to accomplish the most. I'm already a few steps into completing my goal because, well I'm almost graduated highschool with decent marks which I need to get into a school. I also booked my SAT's and have been studying because I will be taking them this saturday. Along with the process I need to talk to coaches of schools and show them I'm interested, Me, Colin and also Asthon have been talking to a school in Tennessee and we might be going there together. Other than that we will have to wait and see if I can fulfill my goal and dream, thanks for watching.

Thursday, 16 January 2014

Wednesday, 8 January 2014

Franklin Chesterfield
By: Colin Jackson & Jared Courchene
  Once upon a time, in a small town not too far away, lived a young boy named Franklin Chesterfield. Franklin wasn't a regular young man, while his peers were running around and playing tag and other things, Franklin would spend his days with his head in books and his mind slowly wandering off to far places he dreamed to see. Franklin was short with shaggy blond hair. He wore the same raggedy red sweater and torn jeans every day and was very soft spoken. When Franklin was very young his parents got into a terrible accident which they did not survive so Franklin was forced to live with his old aunt Helen. Helen was a mean woman. She only wore her hair in a tightly wrapped bun along with a withered long black dress. 

Not only was aunt Helen a mean woman in general but she was especially mean to Franklin. Everyday Franklin would sit in is room and try to drown out the constant screaming and nagging brought on by his forced legal guardian. But Franklin was able to find joy in the smallest places. One of Franklin’s biggest obsessions was with toast. Nothing special, nothing unordinary, just regular buttered toast. Franklin loved toast so much he would dream about it. Unfortunately however Franklin Aunt Helen rarely let him enjoy his favorite snack.

 “Franklin put down those tattered books and go wash those crummy dishes you’re always leaving everywhere!”  She would scream. 

But Franklin never retaliated. He did as he was told and returned to his room to wait for his Aunts next demand. But Franklin’s life was not all misery, when Franklin felt like getting away he had his own sanctuary, a place where he could go and experience the world through his eyes without being disturbed. And that’s where our story begins.

One day Franklin was finishing washing the kitchen floor when his Aunt Helen walked slowly through the door way with her arms crossed. “Franklin?” She said. 

Franklin looked up startled without saying anything while still holding the wet cloth in his hand.

 “Would you like some toast?” Helen continued.

Franklin looked up at his Aunt like a young Oliver Twist and said softly “Yes please.”

“Well you have a lot of chores to do before that, young boys need to learn discipline if they want to succeed.” Aunt Helen replied menacingly.

Franklin put his head down and continued his chores holding on to his built up aggression and bottling it up inside. Franklin finished his chores and went to bed still angry from the incident a few hours earlier. So angry he felt he needed to get away. So he slowly lifted up his bedroom window, climbed down the nearby storm drain and ran as quickly as he could towards the woods. Franklin’s special spot was a big boulder surrounded by low hanging trees in the forest circling his aunt’s house. It was a 5 minute walk to the spot and Franklin could find it in his sleep. But on this particular night something amazing happened. He was making the same walk he always did, around the tall trees and through the long grass when he heard something strange in the bushes. “Hello?” said Franklin.

But there was no answer. “Is somebody there?” Franklin asked again.

But there was still no answer. As he crept slower and slower towards the grass he started to see the light. A florescent green light illuminating from the same small bush Franklin had seen a thousand times before.  And as he crept slower and slower toward the light, he finally saw it. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Without talking or even moving Franklin and the creature had an instant connection.  Franklin new he had to take it home. So he did. Franklin spent all night with his new friend, just thinking how lucky he had been finding such a magnificent thing in the most unlikely of places. Franklin knew he couldn't let aunt Helen know about it. She would ruin everything like she always does. So Franklin hid it. And it stayed hidden for months. It turned into Franklin’s obsession, like he was addicted to it. Every day he had to spend time with his friend or he would start get goose bumps all over his arms accompanied by cold chills that crawled up his spine. It was his everything.  But one day His aunt Helen got suspicious. “What do you do all day just sitting in your room?” she would shriek.

“Nothing.” Franklin would reply and slowly continue up the stairs.

Franklin new that the day where Aunt Helen and his friend would meet was coming soon but He had no idea when. Until one day Aunt Helen's curiosity got the best of her. Franklin was in his room sitting crossed legged face towards his bed when Aunt Helen barged in. “What are you doing in here!” she yelled at him abruptly

“Nothing, leave me alone!” Franklin snapped back.

Aunt Helen was taken back. She had never heard her nephew speak to her in that tone.

“That’s It get down stairs and do the dishes this instant!” she replied, trying to take back control of the conversation.

“No I won’t!”  Franklin shouted back. Looking like all his emotions were about to explode through him in a very bad way.

“Do it now” Aunt Helen said quietly with her eye brows furrowed.

Franklin stood up walked past his Aunt Helen and closed the door behind him. Aunt Helen thought to herself and wondered why Franklin would be sitting alone facing the bed. And being her nosey self she just had to know. So she slowly fell to her knees to look under the bed. While this was happening Franklin was walking down the stairs towards the kitchen. But then he suddenly heard a big scream come from his room. He turned his head to see a bright green light fill his room and seep through the cracks of the closed door. Franklin turned around slowly, walked down the tall staircase, walked into the empty kitchen and treated himself to a couple pieces of freshly buttered toast. The End

Wednesday, 18 December 2013

Monday, 2 December 2013

Dialogue and Non Verbal Body Language

"Yo bro," said Jeff while fist bumping his buddy.

"Your tattoos look hella tight," said Phil while feeling Jeffs arms.

"Ya! Can you believe I got these swag tattoos?" He asked. 

"Hell naw man, it's so swag! I want one too," Said Phil.

"You should totally get a tribal tattoo like mine dude!" Demanded Jeff.

While motioning to his arm "You really think so bro?" Wondered Phil.

Putting both hands in the air "Hell ya dude!" Jeff screamed.

"Well where should i get it done?" Phil said skeptically.

"I got mine done at yolo swag ink, so we could go there my bro could hook it up," while  referring to his tattoos, Jeff said.

"Then let's roll bro!" Yelled Phil pointing at the door.

Dialogue
Non Verbal Language