Rashed's Neighborhood

What seems like an eternity ago (probably only 5 years), I was a miserable U of U student. Being the "commuter school" that it is, and me being a commuter myself, I had made absolutely no friends. I didn't join a fraternity. I rarely attended institute; and quite often I would eat lunch all by myself. I know, I know... cry my a river, right?

Well, one day all that changed. After finally settling into my major, faces starting to look familiar. I finally learned a few people's names. Before I knew it, I was a communications major that actually communicated with others. I had come out of my shell, and made some good friends.

The true turning point, and my favorite class of all time, was "Silly Movie Making Class." I actually think it might have been called "Intro to TV Journalism," but I'm not sure, and if it is in fact called that, the name is badly misleading.

After weeks of learning about spot lighting and how to white balance the camera (I swear we spent hours and hours on this - don't most cameras white balance themselves now a days?), it was finally time to shoot some real material.

I was lucky enough to fall into a group of fun-loving people who shared my sick sense of humor. Together, we came up with "Rashed's Neighborhood."

Have you ever imagined what Mr. Roger's neighborhood might be like if it was plucked from Uncle Sam's cold hands and made in Kuwait? I know I spent many late nights pondering this thought. Luckily, we have to ponder no more.

So without further ado, I give you Rashed's Neighborhood (complete with deleted scenes included!).



In case you're wondering, I think our teacher (flaming gay, I might add) gave us an A-.