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I encountered a major problem trying to load the file to Garage Band. This was part of a bigger problem of me putting this assignment off until after it was due. Since I needed to get at least partial credit on the project I decided to post it without sound effects, which will be a major harm to my grade. If I had not put this off I would have been able to learn more on the software I am using and been able to get able and complete the project how I intended to. On the optimistic side, at least now I know I cannot put projects off and must work harder on my next one.
I feel that, even if I had been able to figure out how to load the file onto Garage Band, I would still have problems syncing the effects with their cues in the original audio story. I feel it would have been difficult to put them at just the right moment so the right part of each effect is heard at the right moment.
One other problem I did encounter was in the recording of the original audio. During the recording process, I repeatedly had to re-record the piece. Sometimes I would mess up what I was trying to read and then try and correct myself and ruin the audio even further. Other times there would be loud blowing sounds or moving sounds if I was touching or speaking to closely in the microphone.
For what I read off of, I wrote out almost word for word what I was going to say. This proved to be more hurtful than helpful and it would have been easier if I had just read off of an outline instead. Reading of something word for word gives a reader very little wiggle room. If even the slightest mistake or hesitation is made it is very noticeable and stands out in a very bad way. As for the content, I am beginning to feel repetitive with the theme of drunken odysseys.
Overall, I do not consider this project to be a success on my part. While it had potentional, my horrible habit of procrastination hindered the project more and more until it became a late project that is not even fully completed.

Here is a copy of the script which I read from. Cues are Included.

We’ve all seen those teen films, how every single one seems to end the night of the prom. We probably all have prom stories of our own—some sigfinicant some stupid… this is one of the latter.
(party chatter)
The after prom party my senior year was at my friend Pat’s house. As with most parties at Pat’s house, this one stretched into the deep hours of the night.
Now some time around 4:30—and I’m just completely guessing here—this is entirely from memory—which but that point was a little hazy
But some time around 4:30, my friend Brad and I got the beer munchies. Now there is this truck stop just outside of our town called “The Rat”… well really its called The River Restaurant but we call it “The Rat” for the obvious reason that it’s the dirtiest place anyone could probably ever eat at. Unfortunately, Brad and I were both incapable of driving and 17 which made us out past curfew
Then brilliance struck us… get someone else to drive us and not get pulled over
“Who’s sober and wants to go to The Rat!?” We would slur to no one in particular as we stumbled around the party.
Fortunately we found someone who was sober and willing to drive… unfortunately she was a 15 year old sophomore with a permit—but hey desperate times call for desperate measures.
(truck starting)
We left the party and hit the road with Brad and I equipped with three road beers apiece—I know probably not the smartest choice. But we were doing fine that is until—
(police siren passing)
“Wait I know a back way, we’ll be fine” I said thinking that we could have to avoid the cop-who was clearly already on a call.
Now to get to the rat we would typically head northwest into town then west to the edge of town then north two miles on the interstate and we would be there. My route took us a mile south, then two miles east, four miles north, three miles west, a half mile north, three miles west and another half mile south on to the interstate exit we needed to get to. And for some reason this 14 mile journey took us roughly 45 minutes. By the time we had pulled into the parking lot, Brad and I were finishing our last beers and we could see light to the east.
We entered the restaurant part of the truck stop and were seated. A six foot tall, hunch backed waitress with three teeth took our order. This particular waitress, who is known only as Tina Toast, is surprisingly popular with the drunk high school kids who frequent The Rat every weekend.
While waiting for our orders, Brad and I decided to check out the ultra-classy porn selection in the convenient store attached to the restaurant. When we asked to see the porn, the lady behind the counter pulled out a cardboard box with a small pile of DVDs inside and said in her smokers voice “I don’t know what’s in there.” While rummaging through we found several hilarious selections: Double Midgetation- which had two female little people—is the the politically correct phrase? Little people?—on the cover, Globo-Butts-which I can only assume involves women with nice rears in different parts of the world, and one odd DVD that had everything written in Spanish except the word “anal.”
Upon returning to our seats, we happened to notice a phone on the ledge next to our booth. I picked it up thinking it would be disconnecte but got dial tone.
(dial tone)
Being as resourceful as he is, Brad grabbed the phone and proceeded to make several phone calls.
(phone dialing)
Over the next few minutes over our delicious breakfast, he informed his girlfriend he would be over in a half hour, told our friend Andy he is gonna finger his butthole, and requested a Backstreet Boys song on a local country station. By the time we had left, the sun was rising and I was full.
While most peoples prom memories involve significant like losing your virginity or enjoying being with all of your friends one last time before graduation, mine involved an unbelievable long 14 mile drive, immature phone calls, creepy pornos, and a breakfast that made everything worth it.