Sunday, March 25, 2007



Media Production Students Vincent Gavin and Benny Flores enjoy using the equipment as their time at AIU comes near its end.

Sunday, March 11, 2007

The Adventure Home



How difficult is it to come home from school at eleven thirty at night? VERY!

First off, they decide to close the onramp to the freeway onramp you depend so much on. Not to mention you have NO sense of direction even with really dark signs all around. So you drive around for a while until you think you see a familiar street that will get you back to the safety of the freeway so you make a sharp turn. You were WRONG; you end up down a very dark street and decide to turn around in an apartment parking lot next to a dumpster. As you are trying to back out you think you see a ………….. HAND STICKING OUT! Your terrified until you give it a second look, it was a plastic bag. Either way you find the freeway as quick as you can.

Your night doesn’t end there as you are trying to change lanes you see something shiny fly rite next to you. It’s a PLASTIC BAG following you. After thinking, it’s a conspiracy against you, you continue on your journey. You reach a freeway that at this time is always flying and is until you see brake lights come out of nowhere, a sea of red. As you, approach all cars start pulling over to the side and you do to just to be safe. Two cars totaled each other. One of them is blocking two lanes and the others hood is on the ground and people are standing in the middle of the freeway. Everyone is pulled over on their phones you assume calling the police. You could to but there were already a lot of people doing so you continue on.

Finally, you drop of your fellow adventurer at her house, you see five cop cars and a fire truck the park next to where she lives, and you approach to see why. A car is on fire in the park.. Too much of an adventure for one night so you head home in one piece.

Sunday, March 4, 2007

Beware of Barking People, Baby Medicine but not Drunk Drivers



Okay so it’s an ordinary day in El Cajon and you decide you need to go to Rite Aid and get some baby Motrin. Sounds simple enough what could happen. You get to the isle and in the spot where the baby Motrin is there is a tab that says please see the front desk. Weird but okay you go and ask about it and the clerk says sure and unlocks a cabinet behind him. When you go to pay for it in cash, by the way he asks you for your driver’s license and continues to write down the numbers. You ask why did he need your license and he says that there is drug in baby Motrin that could be made to use to make Methanphedime. He says that they are required to keep track of anyone who buys and to see if there is a pattern with anyone so the cops can bust people on it.

Okay if that wasn’t weird enough walk to your car and start it up okay no big deal. As your car is starting up a dirty looking man is running towards your car………

BARKING. Hell you ain’t gonna stick around to see what he tries. Your foot is on the gas so fast your tires squeel.


A few nights later you get home from school its almost midnight and your start doing work on the computer and you hear a big BOOM. A few minutes later you hear footsteps coming up the stairs and someone banging on your neighbor in the next apartments door. Its some cops asking if they own a white truck parked on the street, they answer yeah its one of theirs. They tell them its totaled a drunk driver hit it. That truck was parked right in front of your Dodge Neon, the car you owe more money than its worth and have thought about paying your sister to lose it somewhere and call it stolen to collect the insurance money. It would be a blessing if it was destroyed. You go out and ask the cops what about the neon in back of the truck. They tell you the driver barley missed it and its fine. You check and it was inches away and there isn’t a scratch on it.