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Here is the exemplar we looked at in class

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Me, my religion, & the media

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Me as a poet

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Me and my portuguese identity

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Me as a daughter

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Communication & Culture - Daughter Presentation

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I had to make a video about being a daughter for my communication and culture AS level coursework.

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Lots you can talk about here Rheanna. Role models - when and why did you start? Are you part of a team? If so, groups, interpersonal communication. Definately can get goffman in here. Intrapersonal, self esteem etc.

Here's a useful link which might get you started

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Until a month ago, if you had asked who I was, I would have told you proudly, "I'm Kayla, and I'm a gymnast." Gymnastics was my life, the core of my being, my identity. And I gave it up.

Gymnastics clubs have a certain atmosphere about them. Chalk dust reigns supreme, floating in the air, coming to rest on skin and in lungs. I can still remember the sensation of the air: dusty, dry, and tasting a bit like, well, chalk. But it's more than that. Gyms have an air of intensity. Gymnasts know what they're doing, they know how much work they'll have to put in, and are willing to offer themselves body and mind to it. This mentality permeates the sport. Even the sound that fills gyms is intense: the rhythmic thump-thump of tumbling, punctuated by the occasional dismount from beam or bars. The sound is like music to me, a rhythm and melody all its own.

I love gymnastics. I love the feeling of flying through the air, of seeing the world from upside down, of knowing the awe that you poor ground-bound people feel when you watch. I love the emotions - the thrill of trying something new and scary, the joy when I hit a move perfectly, even the pain when I miss a skill but don't give up. And most of all, I love knowing that I alone can do it, that, while I may not be the best (not even close), it is my mind, my body, my willpower that is behind whatever I accomplish.

From the moment I saw the amazing U.S. Olympic gymnastics team in 1996, I knew gymnastics was what I wanted to do. Working up from once-a-week gymnastics classes at the age of five, I made it to the level of an optional gymnast, spending as many as 20 hours a week in the gym. Needless to say, I didn't have much spare time. Yet when I came home from gym every day, chalk dusting my hair and skin, I was happy. True, I would almost always be hurting, but I would be sleepily proud of myself.

And gymnastics does hurt. I was always in pain, whether from the rigors of the repetitive impact on my body, blisters and rips on my hands from the chalky wooden bars, or sore, screaming muscles. But gymnastics is about learning to ignore pain, and I had become an expert at it.

At least, I thought I was. Then my back began to hurt. I didn't give it a second thought, at first, because pain was something I expected. But it continued, got worse, until one day I was unable to tumble and could barely stand up without crying. My team was due to leave the following day for a competition, and my coach pressed, "Can't you do just one routine?"

I shook my head, holding back tears.

"Do you want to compete tomorrow?"

I nodded slowly. I knew what was coming.

"Then you are going to do this

routine."

Gymnastics coaches are not known for sympathy, so I did the routine, biting my lip to try to ignore the throbbing in my back. At the end of the music, and thus my routine, I fell to the floor and burst into tears. I had to be carried out of the gym - in too much pain to walk. Knowing what back injuries can mean, I thought my gymnastics career might be over forever.

I spent a year in physical therapy and out of competition. Finally pain-free, I jumped back into full workouts, trying to make up for lost time. I managed to catch up with my teammates and compete that season. But gymnastics didn't make me as happy as it once had. I rubbed under the rein of my strict coaches, and gym just didn't seem to be worth quite as much time as it once had. But I still loved gymnastics, and it was the focus of my life. The next summer I was training for the next level, hoping by gaining new skills to be able to advance, when my back started to hurt again. I went back to therapy, not backing off gymnastics, not wanting to lose ground. While my friends were basking in the summer sun, I spent my time in the chalk haze of the gym. By the end of vacation, I was asking myself, Is this really worth it? As much as I loved gymnastics, I had other interests and gymnastics didn't leave any time.

With the start of school came homework, increased gym workouts, and exhaustion. On the first day of school, I reminded myself that gym was my life, my home, my passion. But I was ready to stop ignoring my pain and doing damage to my body. I didn't want to hurt at the end of every day. Trying to find the balance between workouts, homework, and sleep, I realized I wanted to do everything other high school students do because they don't spend four hours a day at the gym.

I wanted to have other passions.

That day, I stopped going to gymnastics.

I can't pretend I won't miss it: my home, my life, my obsession. I can't pretend I won't miss my teammates, or my skills, or my ability to fly. But it's time for me to let go.

I'm Kayla Sheridan, and I'm a

gymnast.

Can I really give up my identity?

I'm Kayla, and I am me.

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Until a month ago, if you had asked who I was, I would have told you proudly, “I’m Kayla, and I’m a gymnast.” Gymnastics was my life, the core of my being, my identity. And I gave it up. Gymnastic

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FOCUS AREA: Me as a gymnast (Rheanna Spence)

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FOCUS AREA: Me as a gymnast (Rheanna Spence)

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DESCRIPTION:Going to do this because its a massive part of my life/routine

KEY CONCEPTS: Identity and Dont know

WHAT FOOTAGE/IMAGES YOU WILL NEED: Use clips of world championships/

role models/me doing it/people i am friends with etc.

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Please follow @RawCreativity on Twitter :-)

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I really like this idea Rebecca. The Wikipedia article on "Online Identity" is a very good starting point for you I think.  Do you know other Tumblr users? Split screen of the "real" person (you or  a.n.other) and their Tumblr identity would be cool.

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In some online contexts, including Internet forums, online chats, and massively multiplayer online role-playing games (MMORPGs), users can represent themselves visually by choosing an avatar, an icon-sized graphic image. Avatars are one way users express their online identity.

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Katie - "Me and the roles I play" or

"The different faces of Katie" maybe?

A good idea but you need to be very

clear what you are trying to say about

each role you play. Start thinking about

filming NOW, esp at work (where is that?)

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Holly - this is a strong idea and will be an interesting presentation.  I think you'll also touch on the KC of "Value" with this idea. You need to get yourself set up for some filming with TLP as soon as possible - a tech might come and video for you but speak to TLP staff about the best time. Louis T's blog makes some good points about representation

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Due to a scheduling hiccup, my next show to air in the UK won't be the porn industry documentary as I previously thought, but a two-parter entitled Extreme Love.

The porn show was deemed a little too lurid for a 9 o'clock slot and there was something about it not being a great follow-on from the gentle pleasures of Springwatch, which I can understand.

So that's now been pushed back to sometime in June.

In the meantime, for your viewing pleasure, we have a warts-and-all watch-through-your-fingers look at the trials, tribulations and rewards of caring for someone with a serious mental condition.

Part 1 is about Autistic kids and their families.

We base ourselves in New Jersey, the number two state in America for its rates of Autism. According to the latest stats, one boy in 29 is diagnosed with the condition. (Rates for girls are much lower.)

Services for Autism in New Jersey are considered to be among the best in America and we spent much of our time in an extraordinary school, the Developmental Learning Centre in Warren.

The DLC Warren educates Autistic kids from three to 21 and tends to take kids who have more of the challenging behaviour associated with Autism: frequent tantrums, aggressive outbursts, serious verbal and social disabilities.

A lot of the coverage of Autism in the media tends to focus on the milder end of the spectrum: Asperger's (as in the best-selling novel The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night) or cases where the deficits are compensated by extraordinary abilities (as in Rain Man).

We made a decision to look at more "typical" Autism.

Among our contributors was Joey, aged 13. Joey's a charming kid, outgoing, he reads and writes and draws, though his speech is limited. But for the past year or so, Joey's been having violent outbursts at least once a day, which often involve him hitting and kicking his mother, Carol. He's punched holes in walls all through the house and left Carol bruised more than once.

Joey's rages descended unpredictably and were shocking and upsetting to watch. He's a big kid and Carol worried that the day might come when she couldn't control him any more.

Other memorable characters included Nicky, whose progress at the DLC meant that he'd been selected to move to a more mainstream school. But he still suffered from frequent anxiety and as the day of his move approached he became more stressed. Nicky seemed to enjoy the idea that I was on TV and known in the UK and there's a funny scene where he discovers my Wikipedia page and delights in reading bits out to me to my discomfort.

So that's the Autism episode.

Extreme Love: Part 2 looks at people with dementia.

We filmed that one in Phoenix, Arizona - capital of America's elderly - principally working out of a care home with a "memory support unit" for the chronically forgetful.

One of the main characters is a retired dentist, called Gary, who spent much of his time believing he was still working at a military base among fellow soldiers.

A few times a week he would pack up his things, imagining that he'd been given another posting, and wandered the corridors looking for the way out.

The care home we were based at has a philosophy of not confronting the delusions of the residents, but instead, gently playing along with them. So rather than correcting Gary, the staff would suggest that it might be better if Gary left the following day since it was getting late.

It seemed, at first glance, a tiny bit dishonest. But I soon saw how it helped to de-escalate the episodes.

Here too, the demands made on the loved ones were extraordinary. Gary had forgotten that he had a wife, notwithstanding that he'd been married nearly 30 years to a charming lady called Carla. He'd acquired two girlfriends at the care home. Carla had resigned herself to the idea that Gary was no longer faithful in the full sense and she was beginning to move on, albeit with a host of ambivalent feelings.

Both these shows are riveting and surprisingly funny in parts.

I've always been fascinated by life at its more raw and most real. These shows are very much in that territory. Anger, honesty, despair, humour. It's all there.

Looking after someone whose mind works in a way that is utterly different to your own demands extraordinary resourcefulness and commitment. It takes you to the limit of what love is, in a way that sometimes borders on the saintly. It also creates, at times, a very understandable sense of hopelessness and angst.

It's definitely a bit of a departure from shows I've done before. Unlike many of my past documentaries, there is no suggestion that there is anything untoward or even questionable in the practises at the heart of the film.

The Autistic kids and the adults with dementia are all being well taken care of, using the latest therapeutic interventions and techniques. That, I suppose, is part of what makes these shows feel positive. But there is no getting away from it: the conditions themselves and the demands they place on the carers can be bleak.

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Due to a scheduling hiccup, my next show to air in the UK won't be the porn industry documentary as I previously thought, but a two-parter entitled Extreme Love. The porn show was deemed a little too lurid for a 9 o'clock slot and there was something about it not being a great follow-on from the gentle pleasures of Springwatch, which I can understand.

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Focus Area; Me and my roles as a family member and co-worker

Description; i want to see how different people view me

Key concepts; Identity and power

Footage/Images Intervies, pictures and recordings

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Focus Area - Me and My Interest in Disabilities.

Key Concepts - Identity and Representation.

Footage - TV Shows eg. Derek and My Mad Fat Diary. Video and images of me in my volenteering with TLP. Images and video's of Louis Theroux's documentaries about dissabilities.

Description - Identify why i find these disabilities interesting, how i get involved, how the people i have came into contact with have changed my identity, how they are represented in the media and how this changes the way people think about disabilities.

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Focus Area: Me as a Tumblr user

Description: I want to explore how Tumblr helps to

express identity and it's value to myself and others.

Key Concepts: Identity and Value

Footage/Images: Interviews, screen recordings of Tumblr,

myself talking to camera?, clips from TV shows/films

popular on Tumblr.

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FOCUS AREA: Me as a fan of cult movies

DESCRIPTION: I want to explore why I enjoy cult movies and why I identify with the central character in these

KEY CONCEPTS: Identity and Value

FOOTAGE/IMAGES: I will use clips from Donny Darko and Fight Club. I will film myself talking about these films. I will interview friends about me and ask them whether I am like these characters in these films. I will interview my Film Studies teacher.

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