A fun afternoon spent with the family resulted in...
Thursday, March 8, 2012
Monday, January 9, 2012
VO-SOT-VO
Comms 275 was made unavailable before I had the opportunity to take the class as well as make a video. Because I don't have a video to submit this is my VO-SOT-VO from Comms 211. Although I haven't had the experience of Comms 275 I was able to volunteer in the Eleven News newsroom this past fall semester. There I observed and learned so much from Brother Curtis, Brother Green and the students. I am excited to continue to learn more about the world of broadcast journalism.
(((ANCHOR)))
PRESIDENT THOMAS S MONSON’S
DEVOTIONAL ADDRESS BROUGHT
THOUSANDS TO THE MARRIOTT CENTER
TUESDAY MORNING.
BEGIN 3:40 (((VO)))
END 3:55
WAITING FOR HOURS… BYU
STUDENTS SANG HYMNS IN THE COLD
OUTSIDE THE MARRIOTT IN HOPES OF
GETTING A SEAT NEAR THE FRONT.
IN HIS ADDRESS PRESIDENT
MONSON TOLD STORIES OF PAST PROPHETS...
MANY OF WHICH BROUGHT A CHUCKLE OUT
OF THE AUDIENCE.
PRESIDENT MONSON ALSO SPOKE OF
THE INFLUENCE THESE PROPHETS HAVE
HAD AND THEIR ROLE WITHIN THE CHURCH
OF JESUS CHRIST OF LATTER-DAY SAINTS.
BEGIN 2:22 (((SOT)))
END 2:36
President Monson- Devotional Speaker “We’ve had great presidents of this church,
OUT: “… Lord has provided us.”
each one has guided us. His writings have stimulated
us. His messages have inspired us. To show us the way
we have those whom the Lord has provided.”
BEGIN 8:59 (((VO)))
ENDS 9:13
STUDENTS LISTENED CLOSELY TO
THE PROPHET'S WORDS WITH MANY TAKING
NOTES.
AS PRESIDENT MONSON LEFT THE
BUILDING THE AUDIENCE STOOD QUIETLY
AND WAVED BACK AS HE BID FAREWELL TO
THE CROWD.
(((ANCHOR)))
TO FIND A REBROADCAST OF THE
DEVOTIONAL YOU CAN VISIT BYUB-DOT-
ORG-FORWARD SLASH- DEVOTIONALS OR
SPEECHES-DOT-BYU-EDU.
Why Broadcast Journalism?
Growing up I loved to play make-believe. These childhood adventures always involved one of two scenarios.
One was set in a pearly white doctor's office.
“Can you tell me where your arm hurts?” I would ask my best friend/patient, Kate, who was propped up on our couch made examination table covered in crisp white sheets.
The second was set in a glamorous newsrooms I'd only seen on the television.
“I'm Brooke Porter and this is your nightly news.” I would calmly say into my microphone (actually a hairbrush) with my three younger brothers playing the camera crew.
Little did I know as an eight-year-old that my two imaginary worlds would set the stage for the next eleven years of my life.
Once high school hit I continued trying to take both roads. One road was participating as a member of my high school debate team. I had a passion for public speaking. There was no greater feeling than the moment I was able to shared that passion with the audience. After many long nights of crafting, writing and re-writing I was able to give them a small piece of myself. I came alive the moment I took the stage.
The second road I found myself traveling was a love for the medical field. I idolized my dad growing up and wanted to be just like him. So naturally, seeing him at work and hearing him talk about his experiences as an Emergency Room Physician, I gained a love for all things medical. I ate it up. Over dinner I drilled him about his day at work and the patients he'd seen. I couldn't get enough. I dreamt about being a nurse someday, finally able to put on my own pair of scrubs.
Near the end of my Senior year of high school I had the incredible opportunity to travel to Ghana, Africa with my mom. Throughout the school year she and I worked on raising enough funds to build a Kindergarten in the impoverished community of Ekorso. After many stressful days and a lot of hard work we were able to raise enough money and see the school dedicated. I watched as the children celebrated their new school house. I watched as community leaders and parents sacrificed what little they had to give us gifts of sincere thanks. I will never forget that day or those people. I believe they did more for me in their example and expressions of love than I did for them. This experience made me realize that whatever direction I chose in life, I wanted it to be one that made a difference. I wanted to have a positive impact. However, this realization didn't help in my predicament. I felt that both career choices were a worthy cause.
Once again I was torn with what seemed to be an endless battle inside myself. Which road should I choose? What world do I belong in? I felt a pull and undeniable passion towards each. Following graduation I came to Brigham Young University, the battlefield just got bigger and more intimidating. I couldn't continue hopping between paths. I had come to the fork in the road, and I was forced to decide. But still I couldn’t make my decision. Freshman year I continued trying to jump from one to the next but the distance between the two was getting larger and the jump more and more difficult.
Sophomore year came and I thought I had made my decision, the final jump. I had chosen my love of public speaking and creating. The first day of classes I was ready to take-off on this path, fully committed. I sat through my two communications courses fully engaged, yet slowly I began to panic. This isn’t what I had wanted. Did I make the right choice? After many discussions with parents that night and and much heartfelt prayer I was assured I had made the right decision. I’d chosen the right path. I realized that the pull to the medical field was what felt practical and what was expected of me rather than what I truly wanted. I had to choose for me. Not what made the most sense or what others thought I should do but I wanted, what I felt was right. I am now an officially declared Communications major with an emphasis in Broadcast Journalism and a minor in International Development and it feels oh so good.
One was set in a pearly white doctor's office.
“Can you tell me where your arm hurts?” I would ask my best friend/patient, Kate, who was propped up on our couch made examination table covered in crisp white sheets.
The second was set in a glamorous newsrooms I'd only seen on the television.
“I'm Brooke Porter and this is your nightly news.” I would calmly say into my microphone (actually a hairbrush) with my three younger brothers playing the camera crew.
Little did I know as an eight-year-old that my two imaginary worlds would set the stage for the next eleven years of my life.
Once high school hit I continued trying to take both roads. One road was participating as a member of my high school debate team. I had a passion for public speaking. There was no greater feeling than the moment I was able to shared that passion with the audience. After many long nights of crafting, writing and re-writing I was able to give them a small piece of myself. I came alive the moment I took the stage.
The second road I found myself traveling was a love for the medical field. I idolized my dad growing up and wanted to be just like him. So naturally, seeing him at work and hearing him talk about his experiences as an Emergency Room Physician, I gained a love for all things medical. I ate it up. Over dinner I drilled him about his day at work and the patients he'd seen. I couldn't get enough. I dreamt about being a nurse someday, finally able to put on my own pair of scrubs.
Near the end of my Senior year of high school I had the incredible opportunity to travel to Ghana, Africa with my mom. Throughout the school year she and I worked on raising enough funds to build a Kindergarten in the impoverished community of Ekorso. After many stressful days and a lot of hard work we were able to raise enough money and see the school dedicated. I watched as the children celebrated their new school house. I watched as community leaders and parents sacrificed what little they had to give us gifts of sincere thanks. I will never forget that day or those people. I believe they did more for me in their example and expressions of love than I did for them. This experience made me realize that whatever direction I chose in life, I wanted it to be one that made a difference. I wanted to have a positive impact. However, this realization didn't help in my predicament. I felt that both career choices were a worthy cause.
Once again I was torn with what seemed to be an endless battle inside myself. Which road should I choose? What world do I belong in? I felt a pull and undeniable passion towards each. Following graduation I came to Brigham Young University, the battlefield just got bigger and more intimidating. I couldn't continue hopping between paths. I had come to the fork in the road, and I was forced to decide. But still I couldn’t make my decision. Freshman year I continued trying to jump from one to the next but the distance between the two was getting larger and the jump more and more difficult.
Sophomore year came and I thought I had made my decision, the final jump. I had chosen my love of public speaking and creating. The first day of classes I was ready to take-off on this path, fully committed. I sat through my two communications courses fully engaged, yet slowly I began to panic. This isn’t what I had wanted. Did I make the right choice? After many discussions with parents that night and and much heartfelt prayer I was assured I had made the right decision. I’d chosen the right path. I realized that the pull to the medical field was what felt practical and what was expected of me rather than what I truly wanted. I had to choose for me. Not what made the most sense or what others thought I should do but I wanted, what I felt was right. I am now an officially declared Communications major with an emphasis in Broadcast Journalism and a minor in International Development and it feels oh so good.
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