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Frontline: Growing up Online

1. What was this show about?

This show is about how student today who are online and change their lives. How the students are different from their parents.

2. What is the most memorable thing to you about this show?

The ONE main thing that I remember is when a kid killed himself by following directions from a website.

3. Why/Why not -  is it important to watch shows like these?

I feel like this show should be watched because this is not just happening in america but all around a world. But some people don't know that these things are happening to other people. This is to show people like us that other people have problems while being online or have a happier life.

4. How will you keep your future family safe online?

The best way I think to keep my family safe online is by sharing to your family about what’s going on, so they can help you.

5. Why is it important to talk with your family about internet safety

It’s important because you want to always know that no one is ever going to hurt you.

6. What advice would you give to parents that don't know how to keep their children safe online?

I would advice to be aware of what their child are doing online but don’t be overprotective and make them give you their password

In class we watched a show called Frontline.

1. The show went in depth about the effects of new technology and social media with a newer generation.

2. In the show I recall, and found interesting, how army recruiters used video games as inspiration to join the military.

3. It may be important to watch these kinds of shows, to put your own self in perspective.

4. I honestly would let them learn for themselves and briefly talk about dangerous stuff.

5. It is important to talk about internet safety with your family because it can also keep them physically safe.

6. Trust them, but make sure they are generally being safe, just talk to them about it.

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I can’t remember.

It sounds like an excuse, but it’s always been a serious problem for me. What I can’t remember, I can’t write, talk about, or do. The vivid details that many people love to write about are missing from my mind, which makes it difficult to write anything well.

I can’t picture things in my mind. I don’t remember what a face looked like the second I turn away from it, I don’t remember what a voice sounds like the second I stop listening, I don’t remember what a sensation feels like the second I stop feeling.

I can’t remember my sister’s words and actions and feelings when she was accepted into SLA. I can remember that she did. I can remember that she was excited. But that hardly makes for a good story to say: “She got into SLA. She was excited.”

I can’t remember what it felt like to blow past a deadline last year, or the year before, but at least I can imagine the feeling of dread knowing you need to write, you can write, you have to write, you will write, you don’t write. This feeling is constant.

It’s amazing how literal things can be sometimes. Before I came to SLA, I thought being “under pressure” was just a figure of speech. But since then, I’ve come to be familiar with the vise around the temples that is missed expectations. The pain of not knowing is a splitting headache, one that lets up only when I allow myself to not care. This feeling is constant.

I consider myself to be good at making words line up with punctuation so that they sound nice. Sometimes those words even mean something.

I am not a good writer. I can’t conjure descriptions that instantly bring to mind the feelings my readers and I have in common because I don’t remember what those feelings were like. I can’t conjure descriptions of the canyon I hiked down in 9th grade because I don’t remember what the canyon looked like, what it felt like. I can’t conjure descriptions of what it felt like to be in the hospital thinking I might have to give up one of the only things I love because I don’t remember. I can’t conjure descriptions because I can’t remember.

It’s frustrating trying to remember and not being able to, not being able to write. Frustration is a hot feeling, an angry, bitter feeling, a feeling of disappointment, a feeling of entitlement. I need to remember in order to write, I think, and if I don’t I’ll fail. I should be able to remember, I think, so why can I not? I know the answer, of course, is that I don’t know, and that answer is as frustrating as the question.

I can remember frustration vividly because I am describing it to you, my reader, as it happens.

Some of my earliest memories involve the Atlantic Ocean, swimming in it and laying on its beach in the sun. I remember these things happening. I am sure the water was salty and the sun was hot, these are facts. The sand was gritty, and the jellyfish stung, these are facts. But feelings: how the water tasted, how the sun and sand and felt, how the view looked from the crest of a wave, are missing. I can’t write about those memories, despite cherishing them, despite them being part of the core of my identity, because I know nothing about them that isn’t common knowledge.

I’m talking to my parents. It’s 2014, and I have an english benchmark still to start that was due several days ago. We’re angry at each other because we each feel like the others aren’t listening. They ask why I haven’t started my benchmark. I say I don’t know.

I can’t remember.

It hurts, sometimes. I don’t, or maybe can’t, deal with it very well. The pressure builds, and as it does the familiar feeling of pressure on my head builds with it. I want to do anything else but think, even as I know I need to think, even as I know I need to write, even as I know I need to remember. But I can’t, or maybe don’t, remember.

I switch tabs, and find a comfortable spot, and read about how Joel Embiid is going to save the Sixers, how Chip Kelly ruined Christmas, and how LSV thinks Jace is a format staple. Because being elsewhere is safe. Not thinking doesn’t hurt.

But I can’t not think. Not thinking is dangerous. Not thinking gets me weeks behind with no way to catch up, desperately hoping that next time I think and do my work, so I don’t end up in the same situation, feeling lost and alone and desperate and failure.

Remember the Titans

The film that I’m reviewing is Remember the Titans, growing up it was one of my favorite movies, and I am happy to notice that it passes both the Bechdel and the Mako Mori test. Remember the Titans is about a white Virginia high school football team that has to integrate with a black high school that was recently closed. When the two football teams merge not only do the players need to learn to work together but the coaches too. Both coaches have two younger daughters, the white coach has a daughter named Sheryl and the black coach has a daughter named Carol. Both young women interact and chat about football and toys. While both young women aren’t really women it passes both test in my head, because neither test specifies age. The movie is an amazing representation of friendship, camaraderie and teamwork through all the perspectives that are evident in the movie.

What’s even better is that Remember the Titans also passes my test, which requires a movie to have at least two female characters with a prominent role in the film, each with their own story arc. They must conversate about something other than men and should not seem to be “in competition” with each other and at least one of the women must be a woman of color. Essentially my test is the same as the Bechdel and Mako Mori test, but with an added requirement about race.

In class we watched Frontline's Digital Nation. It consisted of a variety of stories  about teenagers online. There was a teen with an eating disorder, teen with a secret identity, and another who was a victim of cyber bullying. It talked about parents wanting to know that their kids were safe online, and those who couldn't get through to their teenagers because they were staring at a screen almost 24/7. The most memorable part of the film was the child that hung himself because he was getting cyber bullied. I was so mad that the other kid was encouraging the child to commit suicide and felt that maybe if he wasn’t being manipulated or talked to like that, there may have been a chance that he could still be alive. It’s important to watch these shows because they bring awareness to the actions, repercussions/consequences, and lives of teens online. I will keep my family family safe online by speaking to my kids about online trolls or strangers. I would not want them to talk to anyone online that they don’t know. I’d at least ask that we follow each other on social media so that I know what’s being posted. I would also make sure that they don’t go on any strange sites or post anything controversial as well as anything about their private lives. It’s important to know internet safety in our families so that bad situations don’t arise and the unknown of the internet  doesn’t  start to confuse us. I would tell parents to make sure that their children don’t talk to strangers online or go on strange sites. I would also say that what a child is posting should be monitored, but not so much that a parent is smothering their child.

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