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SPC alumna lands HSN internship, debuts on Wendy Williams show #SPCInspires

SPC alumna Destinee Bullard and Erin Marty working this summer on HSN internship

St. Petersburg College graduate, Destinee Bullard, made her television debut on the Wendy Williams show during an HSN internship this summer.

After graduating from St. Petersburg College in 2015, with an Associate of Arts degree focusing on Mass Communications, Destinee transferred to the University of Florida where she is a senior public relations major. She is currently completing a summer internship in the Home Shopping Network’s public relations department.

“It’s so much fun here,” Destinee said. “I’m learning a lot about public relations that is helping me figure out future career plans.”

During her summer break, she also works part time in SPC’s Marketing and Strategic Communications department where she worked as a social media intern while a student at SPC. She credits SPC for providing her the tools and skills needed to land the HSN internship.

“St. Petersburg College set the foundation for any internship that I do in the future,” Destinee said. “I gained a lot of experience in SPC’s marketing department that I can execute at any public relations job I receive.”

Learning the ropes at HSN internship

Destinee and another intern were selected to model clothing from Wendy Williams’ fashion line during their HSN internship. They were featured in their own segments during the live television show.

“It was such an amazing experience,” she said. “It was also so cool to see how HSN prepares for a big show like this.”

She considers the connections she’s made while at St. Petersburg College key to her ongoing success.

“I give a lot of credit to the faculty and staff at St. Petersburg College who pushed me to do what I thought was impossible,” Destinee said. “I am so proud to say that my career started here.”

Associate in the Arts degree for Mass Communications

Classes in Mass Communications prepare students for careers in journalism and a variety of media platforms including web, print, audio and video. Students will explore new technology issues, current events, and the importance of diversity and ethics in media writing.

The following classes are offered to students who are seeking a transferable two-year degree in mass communications:

  • MMC 2000 (Introduction to Mass Communications)
  • MMC2100 (Writing for the Mass Media)

A Mass Communications internship is available to students at St. Petersburg College. The internship is a supervised and provides a practical learning experience in the workplace with experience in Mass Communications. It also gives students the opportunity to build professional skills and valuable connections.

Learn more about how #SPCInspires.

Poetry – 3 AM – Student Work

Empty streets
Sleeping traffic lights pulse yellow
Two parked police cruisers
Vomit red and blue incandescence
upon the convenient store’s walls and windows
A discarded hammer lying in shattered glass
Jagged shard showcasing a chunk of misplaced flesh.

Security system shrieks electronic distress
Echoing out into the vacant night
Ricocheting down acoustic neighborhood streets
Darkened office building absorbs muffled wavelengths
Where a teen with glassy bloodshot eyes
Haphazardly examines a deep fleshy wound
Mortality revealed beneath a smooth epidermal façade.

Combat boots anchor feet to tilting asphalt
Keeping a twelve pack of Miller High Life
from toppling over
Head balanced between knees
Consciousness seduced by whispers of release
Wound twitching muscle spasms
of a scar slowly forming.

A police cruiser approaches
Spotlight searching driveways and front yards
Then sweeping across to the parking lots
Cutting strips of detail into the formless void
Towing reality in its wake.

Randy Goggin is a student at St. Petersburg College, currently working towards entry into the B.S.-Biology program, with the intention of pursuing a career as a wildlife biologist. His writing focuses mostly on prose, with a particular interest in science fiction and fantasy, but he also enjoys writing contemporary fiction centering on the internal struggles of humanity in dealing with the co-existence of darkness and light within the human heart.

Originally published in Ember Skies, a site supporting the arts at SPC.

Poetry – Two Pieces – Student Work

The Writer

Deep concentration pulls words from thin air,

arm connecting thoughts with actions,

forming something once not there

gripping firmly the object of translation.

Ink seeps into a pure sheet of white

as poisonous onyx blots out innocence.

Insidious darkness snuffs out light,

dutifully creating swirls of lace.

Discombobulate

Fluid motion, sharpest knife,

flames of heat, frigid ice.

Eremitic dignity. hard as stone,

wild dogs growl over bones.

Vipers lash those nearby,

glass shatters, shards fly.

Remorse lingers, cloying scent,

price of wisdom gained and pride bent.

Hannah Foster is a full-time student at St. Petersburg Honors College and a member of Phi Theta Kappa.  She has been involved in many different extracurricular activities, including gymnastics (11 years), dance (8 years), piano (10 years), modeling and acting (11 years), art (painting, sketching, photography and other mediums), and other activities.  Some of her past-times include reading British royal history, writing, and cooking.  Hannah has designed her own creative line of jewelry, including her signature Origami Earrings. A portion of her sales is given to help build wells in Asia.

Originally published in Ember Skies, a site supporting the arts at SPC.

Poetry – Waking Up – Student Work

At times, time swallows itself,

and the second-hand sweeps unnoticed

as the door hinge of this jewel-box

of a world hushes open. It is then

my water glass fills with diamonds.

I thirst, and into me they pour.

My face and neck glisten.

Carats spill everywhere.

Through lids closed my eyes shine.

The glass never empties.

William Boden graduated from SPC in 1985 (SPJC), went on the get his B.A. from Eckerd College, and is currently an M.F.A. candidate at Queens University in Charlotte, N.C. He has won numerous awards for his visual art in our Bay Area, and is involved with three writer’s groups. William regularly audits SPC courses, and Balboa Press will bring out his newest book The Quiet Fields by the end of 2012.
william.boden@hotmail.com

Originally published in Ember Skies, a site supporting the arts at SPC.

Composition – Shiny New Pants – Student Work

You can tell a lot about a man by the kind of britches he wears.

Me? I prefer the workingman’s blues. All-American denim. Hell, the only time I ever wore trousers was on my wedding day. I even wear jeans to church. And why not? Pastor’s always having us sing “Come As You Are” and I don’t think the Lord will mind if I take Him up on that. I get a few looks from the high-‘n’-mighties, but that doesn’t bother me. Besides, Lara dresses smart enough for the both of us.

A farmer doesn’t need snazzy clothes, anyway.

Which I why I was puzzled that day when I went down to check on my hives and found those pants. Looked up there and there they were, wedged in the branches of the old oak tree. I stared at them awhile – then put my gloves and smokier down and went over for a closer look.

Those pants looked brand new. I reached up and felt the material. These were no farmer pants. These trousers had a “businessman” look in every stitch. They were gray, with a  sheen on them that reminded me of the salesman at Halsey Ford. Lara, who teaches English at the local college, had a word for him: oleaginous. I had two words for him: slick bastard.

I started to pull the pants free when the sound of a female voice startled me so badly I nearly had an accident in my white beekeeper suit.

“That tastes so good! How’d you get at it with all those bees?”

“I charmed the honey right our from under ‘em,” a man replied.

The voices came from beyond some trees growing close to the creek. I walked along, listening. I wanted to know who the hell was trespassing and apparently stealing my honey!

As if a thorn of my last thought pierced the man’s conscience, I heard him ask:

“Do you think the old man will miss that bit of comb?”

I directed my feet toward his voice.

“Nah, you didn’t take that much.”

I reached the edge of the woods and peered out cautiously from behind a tree.

I recognized the girl as my neighbor’s sixteen-year-old, Tessie Harris. But I wasn’t prepared for the sight of her, nor her honey-thieving boyfriend.

They were naked, spread out on the grass like pharaohs. They each had a piece of honeycomb, licking them like ice cream cones. I tried not to look, but I couldn’t help myself.

“Hope your daddy doesn’t catch us,” the man said. I recognized him, too. Thought I hadn’t seen the preacher’s son, Oren, since he went to college.

“He won’t,” Tessie said. “He won’t come onto Carver’s property. They don’t get along that well.”

“You’re not worried about the farmer?”

“He checks his bees on Wednesdays. I’ve been coming here awhile. That’s the only time I’ve seen him.”

I’m not that predictable, girlie, I thought.

I turned back then; afraid the Good Lord would strike me dead for watching them. Or Lara would, if she happened by on one of her walks and caught me at this peep show.

I took a souvenir before I left, though.

“Where on earth did you get those pants?” Lara asked as I entered the kitchen.

“Long story. Is there fresh coffee made?”

When she’d brought us two steaming mugs, I told her. I didn’t leave anything out. After twenty-five years of marriage, it’s impossible to lie or keep secrets from your wife.

Lara was quiet when I spoke and when I finished she sat her cup down, leaned back in her chair, and howled with laughter.

I know what you’re thinking. But just because we attend a Sunday service once in awhile doesn’t mean we’re saints. And Lara works at a college, so there’s not much she hasn’t heard.

“Wish I could see the look on their faces when they find out his pants are gone!” she said.

About an hour later, someone knocked on the kitchen door.

It was Tessie. She was alone.

“Mr. Carver, you left your smoker at the hives. I brought it to you. I was taking a walk by the creek. Hope you don’t mind.”

She sounded so innocent it was difficult for us not to bust out laughing.

“You shouldn’t go near there, you might get stung.”

Lara turned away, making a sound like she was coughing, but I knew better.

Tessie stood with her head down, studying our ancient and fading linoleum.

“Did you happen to find anything while you were out there?” Her eyes strayed to the kitchen chair where I’d draped the pants.

“That’s the damnedest thing! I found that pair of pants in a tree.”

She looked at me, blushing. “Those are my daddy’s. I planned to go swimming and wanted something dry to wear home. He’ll tan my hide if he finds out I took them.”

Lara and I smiled at each other. I wondered how long it took the two them to cook up that story.

“Your daddy will tan your hide anyway when he finds out you’re messing around with Oren Thatcher,” Lara said.

Tessie burst into tears. “Please give them back! Oren will get mad at me!”

In the end, we sent Tessie home and I went to have a little talk with the minister’s son. I sent him walking back to town wearing a pair of my wife’s flowered summer shorts and with the warning that if I ever saw him on my property again, Mr. Harris would get a visit from me.

I don’t think Oren and Tessie saw each other again after that and to this day Lara and I get a kick out of recalling my little blackmail.

Especially when I wear my shiny new pants.

Maria Kelly is a published author and poet. She will earn her AA degree from SPC in December and transfer to a baccalaureate program in English Literature. Maria mostly writes science fiction, fantasy, and horror. She is editor of the online magazine, The Were-Traveler. 

Originally published in Ember Skies, a site supporting the arts at SPC.

Poetry – To Be Congruent – Student Work

In reasoning it is certain inevitability

A valid need to make pertinent legitimacy of everything

Showing a coherent answer for a probable issue

The persistent need to always be logical.

Lisa Manners is student at St. Petersburg College (SPC), an artist, entrepreneur, polysomnographic technologist, involved in the Student Government Association as co-treasurer, a member of Women On the Way (WOW), Environmental Science Club, and is the Editor of the Arts Section of The Sandbox News, St. Petersburg College’s student newspaper. She aspires to go to Harvard Medical School to become an Otolaryngologist.

Originally published in Ember Skies, a site supporting the arts at SPC.