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Wesley Wingert
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An English Ed student
An English Ed student

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So glad I had a class (and awesome teacher named +Jessica Brogley ) that taught me how to use modern tech like green screening. Can't wait to include it in the classroom and see my students create stuff like this.

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Demo Slam on the Green Screen!

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Hey, it's the SAMR Model! (Forgive me for the non-widescreen format. Stupid tripods and their inability to stand over my desk properly.)

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It's awful on purpose, guys. I promise.

A Party Worth Remembering

“Don’t you think the bouncy house and the clown are a bit much,” he hears his mom mutter to his biological father. He doesn’t care, this is his day; the one day out of the year where everything is about him. He’ll make sure they remember that. All of them. Who cares if his dad got the bouncy house out of guilt for neglecting their family for 13 years? And who cares that his mom is only throwing this party for him because she’s trying to impress his newly returned “father”? And that every other birthday he’s had has been celebrated with a “lahdy-freaking dah, let me watch my soaps”? The bouncy house and the clown, both bright with every color under the rainbow, sure as fuck won’t make him care about his “father”, and this party doesn’t make him give any more of a shit about her- not that she would care. All of that aside, the bouncy house is nice. Though, the clown was a bit creepy. Then again, it wouldn’t be a clown if it wasn’t. The bouncy house and the clown sure helped him convince his few “friends” to join in on the fun. 

“Hey Joey, Mark, you guys enjoying the party?” he asks his pals at a table.
 
“Yeah, it’s alright. Thanks for the invite,” Mark said between bites of cake.

“Ditto,” Joey echoed, never lifting his eyes from his food. 

“Alright good, make sure you stay until the end! I’ve got a big surprise!” 

Those “friends” are only here because of the free food and entertainment. Their level of kindness towards him has always fluctuated with his level of popularity, which, since middle school, has been nonexistent. The term “fair-weather friend” gives them more credit than they deserve. Had they actually been there for him over the last two years, maybe it wouldn’t have to go down like this. But they weren’t, and it does.
  
This party is actually rather nice, he thinks to himself as he walks through all of the party balloons and tables covered with fun activities. No one here actually cares about the kid of the hour, not even himself. The others were so absorbed in their own lives or the coming dessert that, with the cutting of the cake, singing “Happy Birthday” didn’t occur. In fact, he had been in the bathroom when it all went down. But not a single person noticed. They never did.
 
He proceeded to walk into the house and travel up the stairs, all the while whistling to himself. When he reached his bedroom, he opened the window and climbed out onto the roof. Exerting some effort, he managed to climb onto the higher overhang and reach the top of his home. Striding over to the other side of the roof, he looked over the party that was sprawled across the backyard. His mom and his “father” were sitting side my side, completely absorbed in each other. His so called friends, coupled with a few neighbor kids, were playing some game in the grass. He smiled, reached down, and grabbed the rope he had set in place hours before. Tied to a chimney stack behind him, everything was ready. Letting out a sigh, he put the noose snug around his neck. 

“Hey everyone!” the boy shouted from the rooftop. With this, all heads snapped to the roof. Within seconds, there was a mixture of murmurs and shrieks of terror. 

“I just want to thank you all for coming!” With this, the boy jumped from the roof. As the boy fell, the rope pulled taught and the noose closed around his neck, snapping it instantly. His limp body slammed back against the house in the middle of a banister proclaiming “Happy 14th Birthday!” He had just turned 15. 
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