Earlier this semester I talked about my story of when I had my jaw stuck when I yawned in class which sent me to the hospital. For the aftermath of the situation, I have got my jaw stuck for a few seconds but goes back in place fortunately. My condition is difficult to deal with due to fact that it can happen anytime in the most unexpected of places. It has happened to me in bed, classrooms and even on the train. Depending on where it can happen it could make the situation worse. For example if I was in the train and was stuck underground what would I do. I can’t talk and my phone is not connected to the internet. So pretty much when ever I yawn, I see it as a life or death situation.

When I did further research into I might get a condition called TMJ. This is a feeling of discomfort or pain that lies in the jaw joint. TMJ also causes jaw locking and difficulty chewing.

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When i put my story down into words on a computer I am able to put more detail into my story then if I was to speak it orally. Also when i type it into a computer I am able to to bring it to life with pictures, GIFs and videos. Computers bring a wide range use of multimedia to our hands. Unlike books and television regular people are able to make content and broadcast it to wide audience from their home. This story right now can be a form of media and honestly I made this while I as at work when there was nothing to do. Now that I took time out my day to create this, it is now available for everyone to see.

After watching the poet, I really feel as if I could relate. Technology has allowed us to become dependent in how we function and communicate with one another.  Our phones have allowed us to build and keep relationships with people across the world where we can watch them grow up and live from a distance, from our screens. The way we process our thoughts and ideas, we write them down in our phones. We create these apps that allow us to be organized. Technology can speak to us, resend to us, answer our questions, help us with our thoughts.

 

TingFung Chu “Computer Story”

 

At the beginning of the semester, every one of us had to tell our own personal story or experience. Some of us had a hilarious experience like peeing out on the bridge while some of us had the terrible experiences, while my story was encountering some kind of paranormal activity, which my mother told me about it as I grew up older. Then, we wrote it down on the paper, we can read our own story like a book. From the story beginning, we can know our past what had happened, how we were reacted to it when the “things” came to us how the things turned out and how it the end.  We describe the stories in details, to let the readers know our story.  Then, what if we transcribe it into the computer technology, does our story keep the same originally? We can tell our story not only just type it out and post in the file format, internet blog, or social media, but also we can actually present our story by visualizing.  For example, if I want to let everybody knows my story on the internet, not only reading in the text,  I could make the video channel to tell my experience, also attaching the photo or video clips from the movies that are related to my story. Which is basically like making a vlog to let everybody comments in my video.

As more people watch my story,  some of them may enjoy it, some of them may just watch it, or some of them probably criticize if it is true or not. Since you can search an over million information through the internet in present, while it is hard for us to determine the things we look up is right or wrong.  Then, is the computer not reliable for us?  Nowadays the computer already becomes our essential for us, that is the part of our routine every single day. We use it for different purposes. We need it for checking the traffic news to find the better way to go, we need it for doing the research paper, or We just watch the movies on the video channel. The point is, anything comes in the computer, it is possible to be doubted the truth of the information even though it is from the primary source, it could be still doubtful on the internet.

My story was about one of the most embarrassing school memories. I’ve never been particularly great at telling stories orally. I was personally more comfortable with the written version of my story because I was able to add details I missed with the oral version. Yet, the digital version of my story fits my idea of computer technology by allowing me to create a visualization of my emotions and reactions in a non-physical form. The use of “Gifs”  created a whole new way to tell my story.  I created a twitter thread, and I felt like I was able to be more personal when telling the digital story because I was able to select the appropriate Gif for the proper situation.

This is a story (thread) about one of the most embarrassing moments in my life.

— OLCT3000 (@olct3000) November 6, 2018

My story was of me telling my friend that I was planning on dropping out of college. This eventually led to her telling my counselor and convincing me to stay since there was only a couple of months left before i graduated. I reluctantly agreed but I didn’t want to walk for Graduation. Again, I was somehow convinced to walk. But because my graduation was an insanely long ceremony, my entire family had fallen asleep. Over all though, I was very happy I decided to listen to everyone and stay in school and graduate because I wouldn’t be where I am now. I graduate Fall 2019 with my Bachelors and I’m super excited!

Me telling my friend I’m dropping out of college: 

My friend telling my counselor about my decision:

My Counselor convincing me to not leave school:

 

 

 

 

 

My family convincing me to go to my commencement ceremony:

Day of my Graduation:

Me at Graduation:

My family fast asleep: 

Me screaming at my family to wake up:

Me leaving with a smile cause I got my Associates Degree:

I can safely say that one of the worst nights of my life took place in November of last year as I was leaving a holiday party that was thrown by the restaurant I work for. I had a couple of drinks in my system and honestly, the only reason I had left was that I had to work early the next day and didn’t want to wake up with a hangover. I walked down the block and into the 42nd street subway with a coworker who left with me. He took the same train as me so it made sense to leave together. I walked towards the turnstile, took my MetroCard out of my wallet, and I swiped it. Of course, I didn’t have money on the card indicated by the “insufficient funds” message on the display. I stood there and thought to my slightly drunk self, “I could easily get away with jumping over the turnstile”, in the middle of the night with no one around. So I did just that. I jumped over the turnstile (having sufficient money in my pocket to pay for a ride) and continued to E train platform.

 

 

I was approaching the stairs that lead to the train platform and out of the corner of my eye, I catch someone open a mysterious door on my left. He walks out from I could only now imagine is a surveillance room and calls for me. “Hey Miss come over here,” he says. I’m not a woman but at the time I had hair down to my shoulders and was mistaken for a woman on a daily basis it seemed. After hearing this and noticing that he was indeed a police officer I knew I had been caught. Before walking over I told Angel, my coworker, to just go on home without me and he did. The officer then said, “you do know you have to pay to enter the subway”. I apologized multiple times hoping my young appearance would save me from a healthy 200-300 ticket. He took my ID and said he was gonna run my liscense for any arrest warrents that I might have. Being that I’m not a criminal I didn’t think anything of it. I was really just worried about having to pay the ticket. I waited impatiently for the officer to return and when he finally does, the unthinkable happens. He instructs me to put my hands out in front of me and that was being placed under arrest. I was quite frankly in shock when this happened. I was upset and thought it was a misunderstanding. Sure he must be confusing me with someone else or made a mistake when he ran my ID. However, I did manage to figure out why I was being arrested. I had received a summons in 2014 that I never got around to paying. It was 3 years later and it finally came back to haunt me.

I was beyond upset with the officer because he knew the circumstances leading to the arrest and still decided to do it. To his defense, he claimed his boss was in the office so he had no other choice. The handcuffs and the escort to the car was also policy that he couldn’t skip. Luckily the subway was basically empty. After being put into the back of the officer’s car I was taken to the station in 59th Street Colombus Circle. In the station, feeling like absolute garbage about myself, I was stripped of all my belongings and also my shoelaces and belt. It was 2 am and the courts didn’t open until 10 am where I would eventually be taken to see a judge. As I layed on the floor of my cell I thought about all the different I could’ve avoided this. What if I had just paid that summons in 2014? What If I had put money in my MetroCard? What If I had gone to a different station? I spent the following 8 hours asking myself these same 3 questions over and over.

Morning Came around and I was finally taken to the courts on 34th street to see a judge. As I was taken from the precinct to the car to head downtown I had to cross the Colombus Circle subway station which happened to have 100’s people passing through it at the time, in handcuffs. Embarrassed couldn’t even begin to describe what I was feeling at the time. I had reached such a low that the only thing that could actually make everything worse was if by some chance someone recognized me.

When I finally met the judge who was assigned to my case I was sentenced to time served which essentially means the 8 hours I spent in the cell overnight was enough punishment for the unpaid summons and the jumping of the turnstile. Unfortunately, by the time this had happened, it was already 2 pm. Meaning I had wasted 12 hours of my life because I was too lazy to refill my MetroCard.

“I am an addict” discusses the different discourses that are out there regarding social media and its effect on the public.  The authors of the paper explore conflicting ideas that may or not be true regarding the internet and social media. Being that I am a young adult that grew up in the midst of the social media era, I’ve always had strong feelings when it comes social media. I’ve never been very fond of social media platforms such as Facebook and Instagram and it actually took me quite a while to even start using these platforms. While I understand its purpose which is to stay connected with the people you care about I feel it also helps you stay connected with the people you could care less about. Instagram has since turn into a popularity contest with many of its users caring more about how many followers and likes they have instead of focusing on what its actually for. Social media today is riddled with superficiality which is why I’ve actually deleted all of these apps from my phone. I feel that its having many effects on many of us, especially the “digital natives”. While we are all capable of using social media regardless of age the youth definetley uses it more than anyone and it turning us into superficial and attention seeking cellphone addicts.