Post by amanda marina amos . on Jan 11, 2009 8:07:19 GMT 10
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*Amanda AMOS
`Then we learned to scream.
You can't understand,
when you're fed from a TV screen´
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Amanda seemed to be the kind of girl that knew how to balance her life with her studies. Sure, she was a carefree, wildchild who loved to party, but she was also a dedicated film student with a passion for her studies. She was good at what she did, and she enjoyed it, so the effort she put in was reflective of her attitude. The girl was good at knowing when it was time to stop and be serious, but she also knew when to take a break and let loose. You could say she was fairly decent at keeping her life less stressful than it could have been, at least so far.[/blockquote]
There were a few projects she was either working on, or starting to plan out for her courses which needed some attention. She wasn't under any pressure of meeting deadlines just yet, but even so, the girl worked well under pressure. Sometimes the last-minute scrambles produced her best work. It was like when she was in grade school and her teachers always warned their students 'not to cram last minute studying', when really, that was the only kind of studying that worked for her. She functioned differently than the kinds of people that took in information slowly over time, instead she took it all in quickly at once.
Brushing a few silky tendrils of blonde hair behind her ears, the young woman leaned back in her seat and propped her feet up on the desk in front of her where she was working at a computer. Over her years at WUofA, she had gained the trust and respect of her professors and colleagues to pretty much have free reign of the film and visual arts equipment. When the products of her talent were as good as she'd proved, nobody mind letting her use all the resources she wanted. It was kind of nice, really. There was no way Amanda would ever abuse such privileges anyway.
Her ears were plugged with tiny earbud headphones attached to her ipod, some random playlist blasting in her ears. Music was one of her biggest motivators, and a factor that helped her to focus. Smoothing her hands over her jeans, she looked up at the ceiling, thinking about a concept for her project before she crossed her arms over her chest. There weren't any other students in the room at the time, so she had it all to herself. She liked to come in after hours to work on her projects. Finally, a few moments later, she let her feet drop back to the floor as she pulled her dark green jacket off and placed it on the back of her chair to reveal a light cream colored v-neck t-shirt underneath. Scooting the chair closer to the desk, she waved the screensaver off her computer and opened up a few programs and windows of the internet, searching for something she'd had an idea about.
