Hey! Hey! Wait for me! Stop the bus! Stop the bus! Stop the bus, man! Stop the bus! - I can't stop this bus. - What? Why? - There's a bomb on board. If this bus drives slower
than 50 miles per hour we're all dead. - Just like in that movie? - Yeah.
Except, real life. - Wait, does that mean I'm
running over 50 miles per hour? - See for yourself. - Holy shit!
That's pretty fast! - Fast? Are you kidding me? You gotta be the fastest man
in the world. - You gotta help me, man!
What do I do? What do I do? - You got some real talent, kid.
You gotta set some goals for
yourself and reach 'em. You got your whole life
ahead of you. Shoot for the stars, kid. Don't let nobody hold you down.
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CHRIS GRANT FIELD. [ Music ] [ wedding bells ] [ music ] [ music ] [ music ] [ music ] [ music ].
I almost lost a thousand-dollar scholarship
because of plagiarism. Let's talk about that. [Ripoff Good Mythical Morning Intro] Plagiarism. Adverb.
The practice of taking someone else's work or ideas
and passing them off as one's own. [Closes book] Just the word plagiarism sounds like a crime. Racism, sexism, and plagiarism. I'm not here to talk about people who repost my comics, JPEG'd, cut my name off, and have the audacity to put their own watermark on, nah nah nah NAH,
not that kind of plagiarism.
I'm gonna tell you about all the times that I plagiarized,
in school. And, OK, just off topic, I wanna
address something publicly. I don't go looking through other people's comics and go: "Oh, this comic's funny! I'm gonna redraw it
and pass it off as my own!" No, I'm not about that life. But some of my comics have been very similar
to other people's comics.
I read a lot of comics, so it's possible I saw them
and then repressed them in my memory and drew them again, or it's possible that it's all a coincidence and me and
someone else just came up with the same idea, it happens all the time with other cartoonists,
not just me. Again, I don't purposely take comic ideas and
try and pass them off as my own. Whenever people point out that my comic is a lot like
someone else's, I get really sad. So you guys should check out these other
cartoonists, they're really good.
Anyway, I just wanted to say that at the
beginning of the video, because I'm gonna be telling you about times that I
actually DID plagiarize. But that was just in school, OK? I keep plagiarism off the Internet. Isn't that right, Matthew? I cheated a bit in school. An occasional glance at my partner's desk, maybe jot down that important equation
on my hand, nothing TOO big.
I had a Math Class where we went to Lunch
in the middle of the class, and whenever we had tests, the teacher wouldn't
split the test into two parts. Dff-- Do you expect us NOT to exchange notes? The first time that I got caught cheating
was in 9th grade. And if you stalk me and watch my old videos,
you know that I went to a preparatory school my freshman year. And in preparatory school, the amount of work
they gave you as kids was just STUPID! So cut me some slack.
In one class, we had to write an essay about
something historical? Or something? And I chose to write about the Berlin Wall. Specifically about people who escaped
ACROSS the Berlin Wall. Now I chose this topic because... I don't know
if you know this, but there's a National Geographic documentary
about this exact topic.
So I didn't copy and paste anything into my essay,
per say. It's just I told the exact same stories in the
exact same order as the documentary, and, OK, I might wrote some things down
word for word. But at least I didn't plagiarize it from Wikipedia, OK? So I didn't copy and paste anything... ...Until I had to write the conclusion of the essay.
And I found this article talking about it, and the article
said some things that would've been PERFECT in my essays, sooooooooooo..... Ctrl + C, Ctrl + V. I turned it in, I didn't think too much of it, but then when I got it BACK, the conclusion paragraph
had been highlighted, and a "see me" was written next to it. So I had gotten in trouble for plagiarizing
the conclusion.
Just the conclusion... Nothing. Else. To be honest, I'd kinda forgotten that I copied
and pasted the conclusion.
I thought he knew that I basically turned in the
script of a documentary. The teacher who we'll call "Mr. Batman" (it makes sense if you knew him) He took me outside of the classroom, he told me
that it was bad that I plagiarized, and he called my parents, that freaking snitch. My parents got mad at me too.
He gave me a chance to rewrite the essay,
and I remember just being so traumatised and stressed out that night. I kept thinking: "What if he finds the documentary
and sees that I practically plagiarized the whole essay?" I ended up rewriting not only the conclusion,
but the whole freaking essay. I turned in the new essay, and I don't think he ever
found out that I copied the whole thing. Except, I did just admit it.
And
he watches my videos. Seriously, in April he emailed me and asked if
I was the same James that was in his class. He's the only teacher to ever reach out to me. And even after all those years, I still didn't tell
him that I plagiarized the whole thing.
So... ...Hi Mr. Batman. Uhh, you can't change my grade now, can you? But that was a good experience for me to have.
It taught me a valuable lesson. Because I didn't plagiarize a single essay
for the rest of High School. But then Community College rolled around. I did Community College for a bit, because I couldn't
afford university on a Subway payroll.
I took honors and A.P. Classes in High School,
I was a relatively good student. Except I didn't take any of the A.P. Tests.
So when I went to Community College, I had to take
classes that were a step BELOW the classes I took in High School. What a GREAT way to spend my time! Senior Year of English, we were writing essays and
analyzing poetry. Freshman Year of College, we were writing movie reviews. And the teacher didn't even like me, she thought I was
a slacker because I was never paying attention.
I didn't take Community College seriously, but
it was so easy, I was still getting amazing grades. On the third semester of Community College, I took
a Public Speaking class. Now I might be an introvert, but I don't have a problem with Public Speaking. That's part of my job now! I took the class because I thought it would be an easy A, and I needed a communications credit for my major, I wanted to be a Math teacher, and you may not have
noticed, but they publicly speak ALL the time.
So I take the class, I'm like the best person
in the class, right. And for the final we had to give a persuasive speech
in front of everyone. Oh, and by the way, I didn't learn like, ANY tricks to help
with Public Speaking. The whole class was literally just us giving speeches
to each other over and over.
So three semesters of doing easy classes and
wasting my time, my apathy meters were just off the charts. I didn't wanna work too hard, so I chose to do my
speech on why we should get rid of the penny. And, I don't know if you know this, but there's this
YouTube video made by CGP Grey, that makes great arguments on why we Americans should get rid
of the penny. AGAIN, I didn't copy and paste anything per say, it's just the speech I gave had the exact same
arguments in the exact same order as CGP Grey.
OK, it was pretty much a one for one recreation
of his whole video. I'm sorry! I thought we were getting graded on Public Speaking,
not writing original speeches! The teacher caught me, I guess she's a fan of CGP Grey. And gave me a 0 on the final. So I ended up getting a D in the class! And that was the worst grade I got
in Community College.
Part of me was like: Pfft! What-what-whatever. [Sniff] I don't- I don't care... This next semester though, I wanted to go to
a REAL college. And still trying to be economical, I found that it was
actually cheaper for me to an out of state school, than to go in state.
At this school, they gave scholarships to out of state
students who had high enough GPAs and enough credits. It would've saved me THOUSANDS of dollars. And I had family living in this state, so that
was another reason why I wanted to go to that school. But here's the thing.
Even with that D, I still had a high enough GPA
to get the scholarship, but since I failed, it didn't count as a credit. So I ended up being ONE credit short for
what was required. PLAGIARIZING WAS GOING TO COST ME
THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS! My options were either: Stay home and do a 1 credit semester
of Community College, or beg the university to give me my scholarship anyway. During Christmas, my family visited the state the
school was in.
So me and my dad got the chance to go to the school,
and basically talk our way into getting the scholarship. We talked to five different people, now THAT'S
Public Speaking. I had to use my persuasive talking skills
that I would've learned! And all of them were telling us: "There's nothing we can do." But we were talking to one lady, she was telling us
the same thing about not being able to do anything. She looked at my transcript.
She said: "Oh, you failed Public Speaking." She looked at it for a bit, she'd type something on her computer, she printed out a piece of paper and handed it to
me saying: "It's OK, I'm not good at Public Speaking either." SHI-- SHE THOUGHT I WAS BAD AT PUBLIC SPEAKING! She thought I failed 'cause I was insecure or
something, and not 'cause I did something WRONG. Oh, uhh... ...Yeah! I'm just terrible at speaking to the public... So really, there WAS something you could do.
I got the scholarship, because a lady wearing
eye shadow took pity on me. But I only ended up staying a semester and a half
at that school, because my YouTube kicked off. And now I'm doing that full-time. But I'm still thankful I got the scholarship! I hope my Public Speaking teacher could
see where I am now.
I speak in front of MILLIONS of people for my JOB. I mean, I can't see them, and I'm just reading everything
off a script, in my closet. And I didn't get punished for plagiarism! I didn't learn my lesson. And I didn't learn anything in your class.
CGP Grey, if you're watching, I just wanted to say,
I'm sorry I plagiarized your essay. But, it almost cost me thousands of dollars. But it didn't so... Remember kids, don't plagiarize.
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Check out the store, link in the description. Thanks for watching, I hope my voice doesn't
sound too tired. It's 3 in the morning. Let's just get this over with, don't plagiarize, and wear your seatbelt..
I am truly an activist first and a race car driver second. When I get into the race car and I pull the helmet on my head, It all just disappears. Its a sport where the intense mental focus is what I love and just the insane adrenaline that you have going into a corner at 200 miles an hour with cars inches from you. My motto is: Never underestimate a vegan hippie chick with a race car.
So youve probably seen NASCAR. When youre flipping through the channels and all of our cars are covered in logos. Theres a bacon car, theres oil companies, there's candy bars, theres fast food companies. When you see me on the track Im oftentimes carrying a message about clean energy, solar power, wind power, a future with 100 percent
renewable energy, which is absolutely possible.
I drove the first ever vegan-themed race car. My cars are unique. The messages that I carry on them are asking people to do something good for our planet and for the animals that we share it with. I get to see both sides.
I live in the world of environmentalists and then I also live in the world of racing. I know people have this stereotype of a NASCAR
fan with the beer belly and the NASCAR shirt, but I find that race fans are far more
open to these messages than people would think. I was at Daytona and I was giving away vegan food and this guy came up with his son. They were both dressed in camouflage from
head to toe.
They had clearly taken a break from their hunting trip to swing down to Daytona. He tried my vegan chicken wings and he just looked at me and he was like, "That is not meat?" "That is amazing!" And he actually came back to the tent for more. It was just so funny for me to see this
man from his hunting trip eating my vegan food and loving it. That is truly something I never could have
made happen if I didnt have the race car.
I want to see every race car running on either electricity or renewable biofuels. Every racetrack powered with 100 percent solar or wind. Every race track concession stand offering vegan food to the race fans. I want to see every racing tire recycled.
I would love to see every kind of sport have
somebody who is speaking up and rocking the boat. We need activists to be basketball
players and football players. I do think sports figures have a responsibility to try and make the world a better place..
Heyy Things to do! Gavin, Geoff's talking. Shut up! Geoff please. Thank you. Do you guys remember when we did things to do: rabbit jump? Yup.
Oh yeah that was amazing. Well, what if we threw an X on the end of it? Aw, shit. Things to do rabbit jump X, on your mark, get set, go. Wait, what? Go! Wait, go this way.
What are we rabbit jumping? You'll see in a second. Guess we'll find out. Is there an X on it? Ohhhh, holy shit. Wow.
I didn't die. That was amazing. Oh I lived. I almost lived..
Every year, stores stock their aisles with angora sweaters and accessories, but few people know exactly how this fur is obtained. As you can see in this undercover footage, factory-farm workers violently rip the fur right out of rabbits skin as they scream in pain. These gentle, sensitive animals are often in such extreme shock after having their fur yanked out that they may be unable to move inside their tiny, filthy cages. Finally, after enduring this cruelty about every three months for two to five years, their throats are slit and theyre skinned.
Rabbits who have their fur cut or sheared also suffer. During the cutting process, their front and back legs are tightly tethered, a terrifying experience for a prey animal, and the cutting tools invariably wound them as they struggle desperately to escape. About 90 percent of the worlds angora comes from China, where there are no penalties for animal abuse on rabbit farms and no standards that regulate the treatment of animals. In nature, these animals would spend their lives grazing, digging burrows, playing, and enjoying the company of other rabbits opportunities denied those raised and killed for angora.
You can help stop this cruelty. When youre buying a sweater, please read the label, and if it says angora, leave it on the rack. Thank you..
Once upon a time there was a hare who boasting he can run faster than any one else is forever teasing tortoise for his slowness then, one day the irated tortoise answered back who do you think you are? There's no denying you are swift but even you can be beaten! The hare squealed with laughter!! Beaten in a race ? By whom ? Not you surely I bet there is nobody in the world that can win against me, I am so speedy... Now why don't you try? Annoyed by such bragging,the tortoise accepted the challenge a course is planned, and the next day at dawn, they stood at starting line. The hare yawned sleepily, as the meek tortoise tried to slowly off when the hare saw how painfully slow his rival was he decided, half asleep on his feet, to have quick nap. "Take your time" he said..
I will have forty winks and catch up with you in minute. The hare woke with a start from fitful sleep and gazed around, looking for the tortoise but the creature is only a short distance away having barely covered the third of the course. Waiting aside, relieved. The hare decides, he might as well have his breakfast too..
And off he went to munch some cabbages he noticed in a near by field but the heavy meal and hot sun made his eye lashes droop with a careless glance of the tortoise, now half way along the course he decided to have another snooze before flashing past the winning post.. And smiling at the thought of the look on tortoise's face when it saw the hare speed by, he fell asleep and was soon snoring happily the sun started to sink below the horizon and the tortoise, who have been plotting towards the winning post since morning now scarsely a yard from the finish at that very point the hare woke with a jolt he could see the tortoise a speck in a distance and away he rashed he left and bounded at a great rate his tongue longing and gasping for breath just a little more and he be first at the finish but the hare's last leap was just too late. The tortoise had beaten him to the wining post poor hare tired and in disgrace he slumped down beside the tortoise who was silently smiling at him.. "Slow and steady does it every time" he said Turtle Interactive.
Hello. Welcome to Storyline Online, brought to you
by the SAG-AFTRA Foundation. I'm Rose Byrne, and today I'm going to be
reading The Tale of Peter Rabbit,
written and illustrated by Beatrix Potter. Once upon a time there were four little rabbits, and their names were
Flopsy, Mopsy, Cotton-tail, and Peter.
They lived with their Mother in a sand-bank,
underneath the root of a very big fir tree. "Now my dears," said the old Mrs. Rabbit one
morning, "you may go into the fields or down the lane, but don't go into Mr. McGregor's garden.
Your Father had an accident there. He was put in a pie by Mrs. McGregor." "Now run along, and don't get into mischief. I am going out." Then old Mrs.
Rabbit took a basket and her
umbrella, and went through the wood to the baker's. She bought a loaf of brown bread and five
currant buns. Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cotton-tail,
who were good little bunnies, went down the lane to gather blackberries. But Peter, who was very naughty, ran straight away to Mr.
McGregor's garden, and squeezed under the gate! First he ate some lettuces
and then some French beans, and then he ate some radishes. And then, feeling rather sick,
he went to look for some parsley. But round the end of a cucumber frame, whom should he meet but Mr. McGregor! Mr.
McGregor was on his hands and knees
planting out young cabbages, but he jumped up and ran after Peter,
waving a rake and calling out "Stop thief!" Peter was most dreadfully frightened. He rushed all over the garden,
for he had forgotten the way back to the gate. He lost one of his shoes amongst the cabbages, and the other shoe amongst the potatoes. After losing them, he ran on four legs and
went faster, so I think he might have got away altogether if he had not unfortunately run into a gooseberry net, and got caught by the large buttons on his jacket.
It was a blue jacket with brass buttons;
it was quite new. Peter gave himself up for lost,
and shed big tears, but his sobs were overheard by some friendly
sparrows, who flew to him in great excitement, and implored
him to exert himself. Mr. McGregor came up with a sieve,
which he intended to pop upon the top of Peter.
But Peter wriggled out just in time,
leaving his jacket behind him. And rushed into the tool-shed, and jumped
into a can. It would have been a beautiful thing
to hide in, if it had not had so much water in it. Mr.
McGregor was quite sure that Peter was
somewhere in the tool-shed, perhaps hidden underneath a flower-pot. He began to turn them over carefully, looking
under each. Presently, Peter sneezed. "Kertyschoo!" Mr.
McGregor was after him in no time and tried to put his foot upon Peter,
who jumped out of a window, upsetting three plants. The window was too small for Mr. McGregor,
and he was tired of running after Peter. He went back to his work.
Peter sat down to rest. He was out of breath and trembling with fright, and he had not the least idea which way to go. Also he was very damp with sitting in that
can. After a time he began to wander about, going lippitylippitynot very fast,
and looking all around.
He found a door in a wall, but it was locked, and there was no room for a fat
little rabbit to squeeze underneath. An old mouse was running in and out over the
stone doorstep, carrying peas and beans to her family in the
wood. Peter asked her the way to the gate,
but she had such a large pea in her mouth that she could not answer. She only shook her head at him.
Peter began to cry. Then he tried to find his way straight across
the garden, but he became more and more puzzled. Presently, he came to a pond where Mr. McGregor
filled his water-cans.
A white cat was staring at some gold-fish. She sat very, very still,
but now and then the tip of her tail twitched as if it were alive. Peter thought it best to go away without speaking
to her. He had heard about cats from his cousin,
little Benjamin Bunny.
He went back towards the tool-shed, but suddenly, quite close to him, he heard the noise of a hoe. Scr-r-ritch, scratch, scratch, scritch. Peter scuttered underneath the bushes. But presently, as nothing happened,
he came out, and climbed upon a wheelbarrow
and peeped over.
The first thing he saw was Mr. McGregor hoeing
onions. His back was turned towards Peter,
and beyond him was the gate! Peter got down very quietly off the wheelbarrow and started running as fast as he could go, along a straight walk behind some black-currant
bushes. Mr.
McGregor caught sight of him in the corner,
but Peter did not care. He slipped underneath the gate, and was safe
at last in the wood outside the garden. Mr. McGregor hung up the little jacket and
the shoes for a scare-crow to frighten the blackbirds.
Peter never stopped running or looked behind
him till he got home to the big fir-tree. He was so tired that he flopped down upon
the nice soft sand on the floor of the rabbit-hole
and shut his eyes. His mother was busy cooking. She wondered what he had done with his clothes.
It was the second little jacket and pair of
shoes that Peter had lost in a fortnight! I am sorry to say that Peter was not very
well during the evening. His mother put him to bed,
and made some camomile tea. And she gave a dose of it to Peter! "One table-spoonful to be taken at bed-time." But Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cotton-tail had bread and milk and
blackberries for supper. The End Thank you so much for joining me in reading
Peter Rabbit.
It's one of my favorite books growing up as
a child. Did you know that this book is
over 100 years old? And I chose it because my mother used to read
it to me. And if you can't find a book that you really
love, keep looking because there are so many out
there. And I promise you that
you will find one that you love.
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