Clubbing just isn't my scene anymore--it makes me feel old to say that. There was a time (esp. when I was underage) when I was so eager to go out all the time. I'd go through the hassle of borrowing somebody else's ID and going great distances to club. What made it really fun was obviously the crew I was hanging out with. And seeing all the outrageous things that happen inside. We went to some fun places, but at times we'd end up at a more calm place so we'd liven it up. We were determined to have fun, so we did. It was all so exciting!
These days I'm irritated at the thought of lining up, paying a cover charge, battling a crowd for a fucking drink, and just when I'm finally having fun, the lights are turned on and we're chased out. Some clubs get off on being "exclusive" so they can hold you hostage on the sidewalk 'cause they know you're dying to enter. As you walk in, the bouncer at the door acts like they just opened the pearly gates. If it's a half decent place, there will be a crowd so you'll need to avoid stabbing someone's foot with your high heeled boots and avoid that unsteady chic walking by barely balancing her martini. Sometimes, the music is worth it but why do DJs play a hit and when you're on the dance floor they suddenly cut it short, talk over it, or start playing a totally different kind of song that interrupts the flow? Let's say you just got your beverage before last call, and as you're sipping your poison of choice, they start yelling out that you should gulp it down soon. All of a sudden, the bright lights flash on and those goons start walking around urging you to finish and get the hell out. They don't care if you've been there less than an hour 'cause they have to clear the place and shut down. Step outside and there are cops hovering in the area (which is a great idea in some places 'cause this is when crazy things happen). This is when it helps to have a friend who likes going out but doesn't drink so you know they'll take you home safely. That's what matters.
Sunday, November 26, 2006
Thursday, November 23, 2006
"No Thanks..."
No Thanks to Thanksgiving
by Robert Jensen, Journalism Professor at University of Texas at Austin
[One indication of moral progress in the United States would be the replacement of Thanksgiving Day and its self-indulgent family feasting with a National Day of Atonement accompanied by a self-reflective collective fasting.
In fact, indigenous people have offered such a model; since 1970 they have marked the fourth Thursday of November as a Day of Mourning in a spiritual/political ceremony on Coles Hill overlooking Plymouth Rock, Massachusetts, one of the early sites of the European invasion of the Americas.]
You can read the rest of the article here
I've learned a lot of history lately that has changed my perspective on some issues and to quote a statement from one of my papers: "After reading about the murder and near-extermination of the Indians, I question the very celebration of Thanksgiving." So, we cannot celebrate an occasion without giving genuine consideration to the native inhabitants of this land from which we earn our living.
With all that said, I do not oppose a day off with families and friends (even strangers) gathering to share a good meal and give thanks for whatever they have. I do not oppose the generosity and concern that people have for those in their communities who need a helping hand to survive. If anything, Thanksgiving seems to be more revered around here than Christmas (which is mostly about buying stuff). I attended a religious program at a local church. It was an amazing experience for several reasons:
--for one, I haven't been in church for well over a year (which may not seem like a big deal to some but I spent 91% of my life centered around church and religion)
--the minister of the church was a woman. She was very distinguished in her cleric collar.
--the congregation had people of different races and ages from toddlers, to grandmothers, and young people. So many churches are still segregated and I wonder if faith can't bring people together, what will?
--the music was beautiful; there was one encouraging song urging us to persevere whatever hardship we may face and it was just what I needed to hear.
I am thankful for the important people in my life and whatever I have. Anybody out there travelling, have a safe trip.
by Robert Jensen, Journalism Professor at University of Texas at Austin
[One indication of moral progress in the United States would be the replacement of Thanksgiving Day and its self-indulgent family feasting with a National Day of Atonement accompanied by a self-reflective collective fasting.
In fact, indigenous people have offered such a model; since 1970 they have marked the fourth Thursday of November as a Day of Mourning in a spiritual/political ceremony on Coles Hill overlooking Plymouth Rock, Massachusetts, one of the early sites of the European invasion of the Americas.]
You can read the rest of the article here
I've learned a lot of history lately that has changed my perspective on some issues and to quote a statement from one of my papers: "After reading about the murder and near-extermination of the Indians, I question the very celebration of Thanksgiving." So, we cannot celebrate an occasion without giving genuine consideration to the native inhabitants of this land from which we earn our living.
With all that said, I do not oppose a day off with families and friends (even strangers) gathering to share a good meal and give thanks for whatever they have. I do not oppose the generosity and concern that people have for those in their communities who need a helping hand to survive. If anything, Thanksgiving seems to be more revered around here than Christmas (which is mostly about buying stuff). I attended a religious program at a local church. It was an amazing experience for several reasons:
--for one, I haven't been in church for well over a year (which may not seem like a big deal to some but I spent 91% of my life centered around church and religion)
--the minister of the church was a woman. She was very distinguished in her cleric collar.
--the congregation had people of different races and ages from toddlers, to grandmothers, and young people. So many churches are still segregated and I wonder if faith can't bring people together, what will?
--the music was beautiful; there was one encouraging song urging us to persevere whatever hardship we may face and it was just what I needed to hear.
I am thankful for the important people in my life and whatever I have. Anybody out there travelling, have a safe trip.
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Manga
I just discovered Manga. I didn't know much about its existence till this past summer when my younger sibling picked some up. So, I was at the library this week working on a research paper, and somehow I ended up in the teen section and there was a cart labeled "Mature! Parental Advisory!" Of course I had to check it out =)
They had a variety so I picked out a couple of the most colorful ones. How cool is it to read a book backwards and from right to left? I like it! I needed something light and entertaining between all the heavy reading I've been doing. And the reason they put warning stickers on them is 'cause they do have some graphic pictures. But then, all manga is not easy reading; there's a variety of dark, complex themes they explore. I've got to visit Japan 'cause they have the most original stuff and there's a lot to see. I'm not giving up my attempt on leading a simpler lifestyle yet so I won't be buying all that stuff for myself--so family and close friends you're in luck! One of my classmates went to a karate competition in Tokyo recently and her descriptions of this crowded city are fascinating. I've got to experience it for myself.
They had a variety so I picked out a couple of the most colorful ones. How cool is it to read a book backwards and from right to left? I like it! I needed something light and entertaining between all the heavy reading I've been doing. And the reason they put warning stickers on them is 'cause they do have some graphic pictures. But then, all manga is not easy reading; there's a variety of dark, complex themes they explore. I've got to visit Japan 'cause they have the most original stuff and there's a lot to see. I'm not giving up my attempt on leading a simpler lifestyle yet so I won't be buying all that stuff for myself--so family and close friends you're in luck! One of my classmates went to a karate competition in Tokyo recently and her descriptions of this crowded city are fascinating. I've got to experience it for myself.
Relationships
"Complicated" Relationships
So, what's your story?
I'm seeing this guy...
Is he your boyfriend?
Well, it's complicated...
It's complicated? Since when did that become the standard answer to define one's relationship? Thanks to Facebook's introduction of the "complicated" relationship status last year, "complicated" relationships have been blossoming nationwide. Friends with benefits are benefiting greatly from this new classification of hookup buddy and I don't see it decreasing anytime soon.
An excerpt from the Free Magazine from Penn State, "Odds & Ends--What's Hot" Fall 2006 by Lauren Bootier
So, what's your story?
I'm seeing this guy...
Is he your boyfriend?
Well, it's complicated...
It's complicated? Since when did that become the standard answer to define one's relationship? Thanks to Facebook's introduction of the "complicated" relationship status last year, "complicated" relationships have been blossoming nationwide. Friends with benefits are benefiting greatly from this new classification of hookup buddy and I don't see it decreasing anytime soon.
An excerpt from the Free Magazine from Penn State, "Odds & Ends--What's Hot" Fall 2006 by Lauren Bootier
Sunday, November 19, 2006
"Be the change...."
I'm really into quotes (and own a book full of them) because they have the ability to convey powerful thoughts in just a few words. You can sit through a lengthy talk or boring conversation and afterwards you can't remember a damn thing the speaker said. Sometimes, it's only one phrase that sticks in your mind.
Mahatma Ghandi said "You must be the change you want to see in the world." This came to mind after reading an exchange on Majonzi's blog with one person accusing another tribe of being racist/tribalistic. When either of these topics is brought up, a passionate discussion is sure to follow. Unfortunately, it often ends in people attacking and accusing each other. Often, the accusers are guilty of the same crime they're trying to advocate against. Or maybe they're just contributing to the problem because all they want to do is complain, point fingers at others, and refuse to be part of the solution. Of course, it's hard not to take things personal when an issue hits close to home. One can't always separate logic and emotions. But until we collectively take responsibility for all that holds us back, there's no way we can solve the problem. Although as we know, most problems in life don't resemble mathematic problems, where you can always apply a formula and come up with a result. Problems are often a work in progress where you never really get done. Or like education where you can study something for years, become an expert on it but yet be utterly clueless about a variety of other subjects. New discoveries also come up in your own field so you'll constantly learn new things. Anyway, back to my main point, idealistic as it may be, which is for us to be part of the solution. How? That's for each of us to figure out.
Mahatma Ghandi said "You must be the change you want to see in the world." This came to mind after reading an exchange on Majonzi's blog with one person accusing another tribe of being racist/tribalistic. When either of these topics is brought up, a passionate discussion is sure to follow. Unfortunately, it often ends in people attacking and accusing each other. Often, the accusers are guilty of the same crime they're trying to advocate against. Or maybe they're just contributing to the problem because all they want to do is complain, point fingers at others, and refuse to be part of the solution. Of course, it's hard not to take things personal when an issue hits close to home. One can't always separate logic and emotions. But until we collectively take responsibility for all that holds us back, there's no way we can solve the problem. Although as we know, most problems in life don't resemble mathematic problems, where you can always apply a formula and come up with a result. Problems are often a work in progress where you never really get done. Or like education where you can study something for years, become an expert on it but yet be utterly clueless about a variety of other subjects. New discoveries also come up in your own field so you'll constantly learn new things. Anyway, back to my main point, idealistic as it may be, which is for us to be part of the solution. How? That's for each of us to figure out.
Friday, November 17, 2006
"Racism's still alive"
Professor Ngugi wa Thiong'o, a prominent Kenyan thinker, writer, and academic (currently a professor at UC Irvine) is subjected to humiliating, racist treatment at Hotel Vitale in San Francisco. You can read the story below on Black Look's blog. Another fellow KBW blogger Majonzi also wrote about this incident titled "When Appearance Matters." The Sunday Nation also has an article on this.
What you can do: spread the story and contact the hotel to express your anger and outrage. And obviously, boycott the Hotel Vitale!!
What you can do: spread the story and contact the hotel to express your anger and outrage. And obviously, boycott the Hotel Vitale!!
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Membership
I finished reading "The Mayor of Casterbridge" yesterday. It's an excellent book!
I should be working on my research paper and other assignments. At Ieast I got caught up with some school work today when I went to the local library. I applied for a library card there, then I realized now I have membership at 4 different libraries: my school, a nearby university, the city where I used to live, and where I live now. I'm very impressed with the collections they have. Everything is so efficient: you can go online and put a book or movie on hold then just pick it up. Technology is a wonderful tool. In fact I'm getting some of my school books from the library. One of my classes has about 5 or 6 books and we used some of them for only 3 weeks so what's the point in buying all of them? There's only one book I want to keep. I realize that every book has something valuable, but I wonder how often some teachers revise their book lists. I like it when they differentiate between required and supplemental reading 'cause textbooks cost a fortune. And publishers always unleash a new edition every year with new pictures or a CD-ROM. (I rarely used any of the CDs that came with my books.) In fact, I had to buy one of my policy books straight from the publisher because that new edition wasn't widely available and we're barely using the book! At least it will be in great condition if I decide to auction it off (half.com and Amazon are my top sites). It's pointless to sell books back to the bookstore 'cause they give you so little money back. It's better to keep it, give it away, or sell it to a student.
Talking of memberships, last week I went to check out a local gym where some of my buddies work out. It's a cool gym and has a variety of exercise options from yoga and dance classes, to the requisite treadmills and weight-lifting equipment. I'd like to be much stronger and more muscular (like the Williams sisters). The dude who took me on the tour was so fine! And gay. In the end, I wasn't convinced the membership was worth the fees 'cause I won't use it enough. Of course, when they advertise they quote a really low price*(there's usually a star next to it). To get the deal you have to sign a contract. I don't like contracts. I'll probably take a PE class at school next sem. Haven't even been inside the gym yet. Might as well use it 'cause it's paid for.
I should be working on my research paper and other assignments. At Ieast I got caught up with some school work today when I went to the local library. I applied for a library card there, then I realized now I have membership at 4 different libraries: my school, a nearby university, the city where I used to live, and where I live now. I'm very impressed with the collections they have. Everything is so efficient: you can go online and put a book or movie on hold then just pick it up. Technology is a wonderful tool. In fact I'm getting some of my school books from the library. One of my classes has about 5 or 6 books and we used some of them for only 3 weeks so what's the point in buying all of them? There's only one book I want to keep. I realize that every book has something valuable, but I wonder how often some teachers revise their book lists. I like it when they differentiate between required and supplemental reading 'cause textbooks cost a fortune. And publishers always unleash a new edition every year with new pictures or a CD-ROM. (I rarely used any of the CDs that came with my books.) In fact, I had to buy one of my policy books straight from the publisher because that new edition wasn't widely available and we're barely using the book! At least it will be in great condition if I decide to auction it off (half.com and Amazon are my top sites). It's pointless to sell books back to the bookstore 'cause they give you so little money back. It's better to keep it, give it away, or sell it to a student.
Talking of memberships, last week I went to check out a local gym where some of my buddies work out. It's a cool gym and has a variety of exercise options from yoga and dance classes, to the requisite treadmills and weight-lifting equipment. I'd like to be much stronger and more muscular (like the Williams sisters). The dude who took me on the tour was so fine! And gay. In the end, I wasn't convinced the membership was worth the fees 'cause I won't use it enough. Of course, when they advertise they quote a really low price*(there's usually a star next to it). To get the deal you have to sign a contract. I don't like contracts. I'll probably take a PE class at school next sem. Haven't even been inside the gym yet. Might as well use it 'cause it's paid for.
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Africa by Aime Cesaire
Africa
your solar tiara knocked down to your neck by rifle butts
they have turned it into an iron-collar; your clairvoyance
they've put out its eyes; prostituted your chaste face;
screamin that it was guttural, they muzzled
your voice, which was speaking in the silence of shadows.
Africa,
do not tremble this is a new fight,
the living wave of your blood secretes unfailingly
constant a season; night today is, at the bottom of ponds,
the frightening and unstable back of an incompletely asleep star,
and perserve, and fight--even if to conjure up space you had only
the space of your name irritated by dryness.
Snout holes snout holes
land ripped with snout holes
sacked
tattooed
great body
massive disfigure where the tough snout dug
Africa the forgotten days which always walk
with curved shells in the doubt of eyes
will spring to the public face amidst happy ruins, on the plain
the white tree with willing hands will be each tree
a tempest of trees in the unparalleled foam and sand,
hidden things will again climb the slope of dormant musics,
today's wound is an oriental cavern,
a shuddering issuing from black forgotten fires, it is,
sprung from blemishes from the ash of bitter words
from scars, all smooth and new, a face
of long ago, bird concealed spewed, bird brother of the sun.
Aime Cesaire
your solar tiara knocked down to your neck by rifle butts
they have turned it into an iron-collar; your clairvoyance
they've put out its eyes; prostituted your chaste face;
screamin that it was guttural, they muzzled
your voice, which was speaking in the silence of shadows.
Africa,
do not tremble this is a new fight,
the living wave of your blood secretes unfailingly
constant a season; night today is, at the bottom of ponds,
the frightening and unstable back of an incompletely asleep star,
and perserve, and fight--even if to conjure up space you had only
the space of your name irritated by dryness.
Snout holes snout holes
land ripped with snout holes
sacked
tattooed
great body
massive disfigure where the tough snout dug
Africa the forgotten days which always walk
with curved shells in the doubt of eyes
will spring to the public face amidst happy ruins, on the plain
the white tree with willing hands will be each tree
a tempest of trees in the unparalleled foam and sand,
hidden things will again climb the slope of dormant musics,
today's wound is an oriental cavern,
a shuddering issuing from black forgotten fires, it is,
sprung from blemishes from the ash of bitter words
from scars, all smooth and new, a face
of long ago, bird concealed spewed, bird brother of the sun.
Aime Cesaire
Sunday, November 12, 2006
102!
This is my 102nd post and it's dedicated to my grandfather who is 102 years old.
Time is a fluid concept: it can rush by, slow down to a trickle, or freeze depending on what activity you're doing. When you're having a good time, it's gone just like that. But when you're lining up at the post office, sitting in your doctor's waiting room, or suffering through a boring lecture/sermon time crawls. Doesn't matter how many times you glance at your watch. There's a chapter in the Bible (Ecclesiastes 3) saying there's a time for everything. (See, you can learn a lot from a boring sermon!) And in that same spirit, I decided that it's time to go home.
I am soooo excited because I AM GOING HOME FOR A VISIT AT THE END OF THE YEAR!!
Got the ticket last month through STA Travel, I highly recommend them. Great service plus they have student and youth discounts. I want to share the info 'cause when I asked some people where they get their tickets they were very vague mpaka I was wondering why that information was classified. You'd think I was asking for someone to buy me a ticket or give me the number of their drug dealer. One dude was very helpful and gave me contacts for his travel agent but I decided to go with STA's deal.
This is one of those things I find very frustrating, when people have certain knowledge but they guard it so closely and refuse to share it though there's nothing to lose. I've encountered this attitude from fellow countrymen multiple times during my stay in this country. By no means is one person obligated to hold another's hand and guide them through the most mundane daily activities. And yet, some people don't even want to share the most basic information. Or worse, they give bad advice as they mumble under their breath that they suffered so everyone else should also suffer. Excuse me? What kind of warped logic is that? But as capable adults, we find other reliable resources and move on. Funny how some people are so willing to give advice when it's needed the least, doling it out in a very patronising manner. It annoys me to have someone say long after the fact "You could have done this, or gone there." Well, I didn't. I can't go back in time. I did something else, and I will live with my choices proudly. I don't make decisions by accident, it takes a lot of thought and extensive planning on my part because I alone know my circumstances, abilities, and resources. I don't give advice: however, I willingly share my experiences, opinions, and any knowledge I have. And I've also learned there are times when I have to admit "I don't know."
Getting back to the main topic of going home, I have so many emotions and thoughts going through my head. I'm thinking back on the last few years. I'm thinking of life at home and all the changes that took place in my absence. How I've changed. What hasn't changed. I'm thinking of my family: most important are my parents who sacrifice and support us endlessly. And my numerous relatives. I laugh when people ask how many relaz I have. There's my 102 year old grandfather and my new baby cousin. Being away from home is like missing out on chapters of life; there have been deaths, births, weddings and many other events that I wasn't part of and yet the course of my life is so closely intertwined with them. While we can look back on the past, bonds are strengthened by undergoing new experiences together. I went back to my first post and I'm fulfilling most of my New Year's resolutions. I can remain motivated when I know there's a reward at the end. Home at last!
Time is a fluid concept: it can rush by, slow down to a trickle, or freeze depending on what activity you're doing. When you're having a good time, it's gone just like that. But when you're lining up at the post office, sitting in your doctor's waiting room, or suffering through a boring lecture/sermon time crawls. Doesn't matter how many times you glance at your watch. There's a chapter in the Bible (Ecclesiastes 3) saying there's a time for everything. (See, you can learn a lot from a boring sermon!) And in that same spirit, I decided that it's time to go home.
I am soooo excited because I AM GOING HOME FOR A VISIT AT THE END OF THE YEAR!!
Got the ticket last month through STA Travel, I highly recommend them. Great service plus they have student and youth discounts. I want to share the info 'cause when I asked some people where they get their tickets they were very vague mpaka I was wondering why that information was classified. You'd think I was asking for someone to buy me a ticket or give me the number of their drug dealer. One dude was very helpful and gave me contacts for his travel agent but I decided to go with STA's deal.
This is one of those things I find very frustrating, when people have certain knowledge but they guard it so closely and refuse to share it though there's nothing to lose. I've encountered this attitude from fellow countrymen multiple times during my stay in this country. By no means is one person obligated to hold another's hand and guide them through the most mundane daily activities. And yet, some people don't even want to share the most basic information. Or worse, they give bad advice as they mumble under their breath that they suffered so everyone else should also suffer. Excuse me? What kind of warped logic is that? But as capable adults, we find other reliable resources and move on. Funny how some people are so willing to give advice when it's needed the least, doling it out in a very patronising manner. It annoys me to have someone say long after the fact "You could have done this, or gone there." Well, I didn't. I can't go back in time. I did something else, and I will live with my choices proudly. I don't make decisions by accident, it takes a lot of thought and extensive planning on my part because I alone know my circumstances, abilities, and resources. I don't give advice: however, I willingly share my experiences, opinions, and any knowledge I have. And I've also learned there are times when I have to admit "I don't know."
Getting back to the main topic of going home, I have so many emotions and thoughts going through my head. I'm thinking back on the last few years. I'm thinking of life at home and all the changes that took place in my absence. How I've changed. What hasn't changed. I'm thinking of my family: most important are my parents who sacrifice and support us endlessly. And my numerous relatives. I laugh when people ask how many relaz I have. There's my 102 year old grandfather and my new baby cousin. Being away from home is like missing out on chapters of life; there have been deaths, births, weddings and many other events that I wasn't part of and yet the course of my life is so closely intertwined with them. While we can look back on the past, bonds are strengthened by undergoing new experiences together. I went back to my first post and I'm fulfilling most of my New Year's resolutions. I can remain motivated when I know there's a reward at the end. Home at last!
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
To Kenyan Students Headed to the U.S.
There have been several humorous and very realistic posts on what Kenyan (or Tanzanian, Ugandan) students can expect when they leave home for the West. Y'all will get more advice than you ask for. I won't attempt to be a wise guru who's figured it all out 'cause I haven't, I just want to share a few things based on real life experiences (mine and others').
1) Welcome to the land of work. We're not just talking the 9-5, with a break for tea and lunch. That may happen or not. It can be any hour of the day or night, weekend, weekday, or holiday, during extreme weather but it doesn't matter because work goes on. A lot of human labor goes into making this huge economy churn and you, too, will become a part of it. Work can do wonders for you: obviously an income, nurture skills and talents, acquire knowledge, various benefits, a professional network, friends, and life experience. Dealing with huge responsibility will come with rewards (not always monetary). But everything comes at a price. You will find that work will conflict with school, personal life, health, religion, or personal values. You'll have to figure out what you're willing to do or put up with and for how long. If you get stuck somewhere, hopefully it's temporary. Everyone has to start somewhere. Focus on the bigger goal and where you're heading. Even though it may be a minimum wage, 'unskilled' job, you will learn skills that you'll apply to your future career. Do your thing, and do it well. By the way, be careful about asking people where they work unless they volunteer the information.
2) You can do things your way, and get off the beaten path if you wish. Risky? Perhaps. You'll never know unless you try it. Many people can have the same goal, but there are different ways to get there. Choose what works for you in your own unique situation and don't take any bullshit from negative people who try to discourage you. It's your life after all.
3) It's a dangerous world. Some may already have survived traumatic experiences at home. Others have led a protected life. Everyone quickly realizes that the streets aren't paved with gold. On the contrary, some of them are filled with the poverty, desperation, and violence that characterizes the West's dominant view of the developing world. Often, you turn on the tv and listen to the horrific crimes that happen to some innocent child, woman, or man. Some days, it hits really close and you question your safety and well being. You hear the gunshots. Then you read the news report on the homicide and stare at the flashing lights and bright yellow police tape. And you may even think, "hell, that could have been me." Because, it could be. This scary thought makes one reexamine priorities and focus on survival.
4) Although there are many grim details and stresses in life, it is essential to have a heart and retain some faith in humanity. Because when you're down and almost out, the least likely person could step up and do something for you even though they don't owe you a damn thing. And in turn, you will get the chance to do something for somebody. It may seem insignificant, but you may never know how deeply you impact a life.
1) Welcome to the land of work. We're not just talking the 9-5, with a break for tea and lunch. That may happen or not. It can be any hour of the day or night, weekend, weekday, or holiday, during extreme weather but it doesn't matter because work goes on. A lot of human labor goes into making this huge economy churn and you, too, will become a part of it. Work can do wonders for you: obviously an income, nurture skills and talents, acquire knowledge, various benefits, a professional network, friends, and life experience. Dealing with huge responsibility will come with rewards (not always monetary). But everything comes at a price. You will find that work will conflict with school, personal life, health, religion, or personal values. You'll have to figure out what you're willing to do or put up with and for how long. If you get stuck somewhere, hopefully it's temporary. Everyone has to start somewhere. Focus on the bigger goal and where you're heading. Even though it may be a minimum wage, 'unskilled' job, you will learn skills that you'll apply to your future career. Do your thing, and do it well. By the way, be careful about asking people where they work unless they volunteer the information.
2) You can do things your way, and get off the beaten path if you wish. Risky? Perhaps. You'll never know unless you try it. Many people can have the same goal, but there are different ways to get there. Choose what works for you in your own unique situation and don't take any bullshit from negative people who try to discourage you. It's your life after all.
3) It's a dangerous world. Some may already have survived traumatic experiences at home. Others have led a protected life. Everyone quickly realizes that the streets aren't paved with gold. On the contrary, some of them are filled with the poverty, desperation, and violence that characterizes the West's dominant view of the developing world. Often, you turn on the tv and listen to the horrific crimes that happen to some innocent child, woman, or man. Some days, it hits really close and you question your safety and well being. You hear the gunshots. Then you read the news report on the homicide and stare at the flashing lights and bright yellow police tape. And you may even think, "hell, that could have been me." Because, it could be. This scary thought makes one reexamine priorities and focus on survival.
4) Although there are many grim details and stresses in life, it is essential to have a heart and retain some faith in humanity. Because when you're down and almost out, the least likely person could step up and do something for you even though they don't owe you a damn thing. And in turn, you will get the chance to do something for somebody. It may seem insignificant, but you may never know how deeply you impact a life.
Monday, November 06, 2006
2nd Place is First Loser
I survived the weekend.
It went quite well actually. Managed to memorize my speeches and pull off the performances smoothly. In fact, I got some trophies ranging from 3rd place to 1st. Thanks to my speech coaches who gave me practical critiques. But I think they were kinda surprised too. Got to call my parents and share the news. The 1st place one was such a surprise because I wasn't as confident about that piece. But I knew the piece so well, I could probably recite it in my sleep. It was fun watching other people's performances; there's so much talent out there. One of my favorite performers is a girl from my school who did a piece about how celebrities get away with everything. Stars featured included Michael Jackson, OJ, and Mel Gibson. It was hilarious! It gets quite competitive especially for those who've been doing it for a long time. Somebody gave a speech about the disappointment of getting a silver medal at the Olympics and the idea that 2nd place is first loser. Most of us aim for the top: to be the best at whatever we do. There's internal and external pressure that propels us forward. Reality is, not everyone can win first place. The only exception is parents, who were always number 1 in school=) Anybody who shows up and gives a try should be applauded. Just like this quote from T. Roosevelt:
"The credit belongs to the man in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly ....and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who have never known neither victory nor defeat.”
So you're not a loser unless you don't even try. I've learned so much and know the public speaking skills will come in handy. The school we went to was huge! Guess the students must drive from class to class. That would drive me crazy 'cause I like to walk. Some campuses have shuttles that take people around. We got to stay at the local Hilton, and the beds were so comfortable that I slept as soon as my head touched the pillow. So cliche, but true. Got back very late last night and I couln't make it to my classes this morning. (Note to self and others: never sign up for an 8am class on Monday morning if you can avoid it!) It's weird that I can wake up early for work or classes on other days, but most Mondays I run late. Now, it's to catch up on some studying.
It went quite well actually. Managed to memorize my speeches and pull off the performances smoothly. In fact, I got some trophies ranging from 3rd place to 1st. Thanks to my speech coaches who gave me practical critiques. But I think they were kinda surprised too. Got to call my parents and share the news. The 1st place one was such a surprise because I wasn't as confident about that piece. But I knew the piece so well, I could probably recite it in my sleep. It was fun watching other people's performances; there's so much talent out there. One of my favorite performers is a girl from my school who did a piece about how celebrities get away with everything. Stars featured included Michael Jackson, OJ, and Mel Gibson. It was hilarious! It gets quite competitive especially for those who've been doing it for a long time. Somebody gave a speech about the disappointment of getting a silver medal at the Olympics and the idea that 2nd place is first loser. Most of us aim for the top: to be the best at whatever we do. There's internal and external pressure that propels us forward. Reality is, not everyone can win first place. The only exception is parents, who were always number 1 in school=) Anybody who shows up and gives a try should be applauded. Just like this quote from T. Roosevelt:
"The credit belongs to the man in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly ....and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who have never known neither victory nor defeat.”
So you're not a loser unless you don't even try. I've learned so much and know the public speaking skills will come in handy. The school we went to was huge! Guess the students must drive from class to class. That would drive me crazy 'cause I like to walk. Some campuses have shuttles that take people around. We got to stay at the local Hilton, and the beds were so comfortable that I slept as soon as my head touched the pillow. So cliche, but true. Got back very late last night and I couln't make it to my classes this morning. (Note to self and others: never sign up for an 8am class on Monday morning if you can avoid it!) It's weird that I can wake up early for work or classes on other days, but most Mondays I run late. Now, it's to catch up on some studying.
Friday, November 03, 2006
Get-Away
In a few hours, I'll be leaving for the weekend. I'm not even done packing yet. It's not some romantic mountain cabin get-away (I wish!), it's a school thing. Another speech tournament. I can hardly wait for it to be over. Sad to say that I don't really care much for anything except my grade in the class. The advantage of being perceived as dumb is that people don't expect much of you. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, these people think I could be good at this. I'm just tired and have other things on my mind. I'm thinking about the extra work hours I'll miss and I'm always on the move so it drives me crazy when there's too much downtime but not much entertainment/activity. It's not that I can't relax, but I'd rather relax at home or in certain settings. Maybe I am a control freak 'cause I've been accused of not being spontaneous. Oh well...Wish I already had a Macbook (on my wishlist) so I could carry it with me. Hope everyone out there will have a more fun weekend than mine.
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Happy Halloween!
"Tonight is the night that goblins howl..." this is a line from some poem we read in primo years ago. Well, I'm obviously not out partying tonight, didn't even get a costume. It's fun seeing all the costumes, especially the kids who really seem to enjoy it. And all the free candy, wow. When I was a kid, sweets and chocolates were the center of the world. Usually we'd buy cheap sweets when we got some money (patco, co's) moving up to klm, eclairs, then mintchoc, fudge, and dairy milk. We'd even stick a spoon in the sugar bowl and eat it when parents were away from home. When some kid stole money, you could always tell. They went to the local shop and bought lots of chocolates and brought them to school. Then everyone wanted to be their friend. These days, I'm seriously cutting back my sugar intake although I indulge in quality chocolate every now and then. I did go to a Halloween bash over the weekend. House parties are one of my favorite places to be. The people who hosted it did a great job decorating their spacious house. Most people wore costumes (I guess the rest of us didn't get the memo). They had a keg and a local rock band performed. They reminded me of Green Day. Totally cool!
Elsewhere in the country, looks like people were inspired by the hood. A frat party at Johns Hopkins is under fire for their themed party. Kwani these guys didn't read the news when UT Austin students had their party? Of course, the customary apologies will be made as PR pros scramble behind the scenes to assemble some politically correct releases to appease the civil rights organizations and their African American students. While these 'hood parties are insulting, I think we need to step back and see them in their true light: the party is merely the symptom for the greater issues that pervade society concerning race and social class. When people apologize, what are they sorry for? Are they sorry for insulting people? Do they even understand why people are pissed off? Are they sorry they got caught and exposed to the world? Will this change their way of thinking or behavior? It's kind of like whenArnold Schwarzenegger apologized for was making a comment about a Latina colleague saying she's hot-tempered because of her 'black blood' and 'latino blood.' Was he embarrassed for making the comment or that the recording was made public?
Just caught a glimpse of Dr. Phil on tv featuring unfaithful couples, and I'll quote a question he asked. "Are you sorry that you did it or sorry that you got caught?"
Elsewhere in the country, looks like people were inspired by the hood. A frat party at Johns Hopkins is under fire for their themed party. Kwani these guys didn't read the news when UT Austin students had their party? Of course, the customary apologies will be made as PR pros scramble behind the scenes to assemble some politically correct releases to appease the civil rights organizations and their African American students. While these 'hood parties are insulting, I think we need to step back and see them in their true light: the party is merely the symptom for the greater issues that pervade society concerning race and social class. When people apologize, what are they sorry for? Are they sorry for insulting people? Do they even understand why people are pissed off? Are they sorry they got caught and exposed to the world? Will this change their way of thinking or behavior? It's kind of like whenArnold Schwarzenegger apologized for was making a comment about a Latina colleague saying she's hot-tempered because of her 'black blood' and 'latino blood.' Was he embarrassed for making the comment or that the recording was made public?
Just caught a glimpse of Dr. Phil on tv featuring unfaithful couples, and I'll quote a question he asked. "Are you sorry that you did it or sorry that you got caught?"
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Visionaries
I attended a great lecture this evening on leadership and visionaries that was very inspiring. It was given by the CEO of a consulting company (our teacher's buddy) and when she described what they do I was thinking "I'd love to work for you!" Well, still have a ways to go before I get there.
One of the more immediate tasks is rewriting a paper on policy. It's a group thing: one dude had written it previously but refused to listen to our feedback and didn't incorporate the research I'd worked on. We were running out of time, so we decided to just hand it in. Big mistake, 'cause now we have to redo it. This dude just doesn't understand why the paper was a disaster and furthermore wants to rewrite it. I handed him the old paper with the teacher's comments so he could see it for himself, and then the new outline I've worked on. There's no way I'm getting a bad grade because somebody with poor writing skills and grammar refuses to listen. The rest of us group members have split up the tasks but he's the only one who's out of line. What bothers me more isn't just the skills (or lack thereof) but the attitude. I will respect people for their work skills and life experience (you've gone through a lot by the time you're twice my age) but when we get to class, we're all students trying to learn.
I've been reading about a visionary: Ella Baker, a cofounder of the Young Negroes' Cooperative League in New York which believed that youth were essential to social change so the members were 35yrs old and younger. If someone older wanted to join, they had to get a majority vote from the current members. I like this idea! In fact, if I were to found a party or organization, I'd adopt the same rule: 35 and younger only. Of course, if you're older than that, but have similar values and goals and the members approve, you can join and be consulted for your expertise. Wouldn't this be brilliant?
(a few minutes later...)
Well, looks like somebody else beat me to it: the Madaraka Party of Kenya just got registered this month. I just found out about them a few minutes ago. Let me read up on them.
One of the more immediate tasks is rewriting a paper on policy. It's a group thing: one dude had written it previously but refused to listen to our feedback and didn't incorporate the research I'd worked on. We were running out of time, so we decided to just hand it in. Big mistake, 'cause now we have to redo it. This dude just doesn't understand why the paper was a disaster and furthermore wants to rewrite it. I handed him the old paper with the teacher's comments so he could see it for himself, and then the new outline I've worked on. There's no way I'm getting a bad grade because somebody with poor writing skills and grammar refuses to listen. The rest of us group members have split up the tasks but he's the only one who's out of line. What bothers me more isn't just the skills (or lack thereof) but the attitude. I will respect people for their work skills and life experience (you've gone through a lot by the time you're twice my age) but when we get to class, we're all students trying to learn.
I've been reading about a visionary: Ella Baker, a cofounder of the Young Negroes' Cooperative League in New York which believed that youth were essential to social change so the members were 35yrs old and younger. If someone older wanted to join, they had to get a majority vote from the current members. I like this idea! In fact, if I were to found a party or organization, I'd adopt the same rule: 35 and younger only. Of course, if you're older than that, but have similar values and goals and the members approve, you can join and be consulted for your expertise. Wouldn't this be brilliant?
(a few minutes later...)
Well, looks like somebody else beat me to it: the Madaraka Party of Kenya just got registered this month. I just found out about them a few minutes ago. Let me read up on them.
Monday, October 23, 2006
Same Old Story
Had a fun weekend. Ate great food in my new 'hood. I'm one of those people who rarely tries something new unless it's recommended by a friend. If I eat out, I'd rather go somewhere familiar where I know exactly what to expect. Call me boring if you like but I prefer predictability and stability. Hmm, why do I sound like one of the Controllers in Brave New World? Anyway, if someone else comes up with a new idea, I'll try it.
I ran into a Kenyan buddy on campus and we chatted over coffee. I like the feeling of knowing somebody when I go somewhere so I don't feel so lost. I even met a Kenyan lady over there on Friday. I spotted her wearing a beautiful kitenge and complimented her on it then introduced myself. Funny how you can usually identify your own people. There are times when people fail to identify where I'm from and I get somewhat offended.
My history/ethnic studies class had a very heated debate today on hate crimes and racism. It's great to discuss these sensitive issues that are often brushed aside in day-to-day interaction although they affect our world. Knowing that other people are dealing with similar challenges validates my feelings and I've realized how some well-meaning white people are ignorant about the issues the rest of us face. Hell, ignorance also exists among the non-white/'minority' group. Let me just say for the record that I strongly dislike the term 'minority' for its minimizing, demeaning connotations. Anyway, there are times people see or hear something happening and think "it has nothing to do with me" but wasn't it MLK Jr. who said "An injustice anywhere is an injustice everywhere"? Although we should not delude ourselves with a Messiah complex of saving the world, we do need to be aware of what goes on and to speak up whenever we can. If you hear somebody say something mean or ignorant, call them out on it. There are times I just ask "What do you have against that group of people?" Some people are in positions to exert a lot of influence, others are just in 'survival' mode trying to hold their own shit together. I think that sometimes the most we can do is to challenge our own beliefs and biases and be aware of how that affects our interaction with others so we aren't guilty of the same crimes as the oppressors. This applies to racism, tribalism, gender-based stereotypes, ethnocentrism, and just about any of those -isms.
On the political front, Obama is the golden child of U.S. politics. With good reasons too. The Kenyan leaders who had the balls to criticize his University of Nairobi speech risked alienating a powerful ally who articulated what the Kenyan people have been saying for years. He refused to smear his dignity from the low blows thrown his way by our disgruntled leadership. Isn't it funny how we are so quick to claim him as one of our own when his star is rising, yet neglect the important facts that are right in front of our eyes? He is an American citizen, lawyer, and politician fathered by a Kenyan man. He speaks the truth in stating we should stop waiting to be rescued by the West because they're only watching out for their own interests. A brief look at history should teach us that lesson. Oh well, new day, same old story.
I ran into a Kenyan buddy on campus and we chatted over coffee. I like the feeling of knowing somebody when I go somewhere so I don't feel so lost. I even met a Kenyan lady over there on Friday. I spotted her wearing a beautiful kitenge and complimented her on it then introduced myself. Funny how you can usually identify your own people. There are times when people fail to identify where I'm from and I get somewhat offended.
My history/ethnic studies class had a very heated debate today on hate crimes and racism. It's great to discuss these sensitive issues that are often brushed aside in day-to-day interaction although they affect our world. Knowing that other people are dealing with similar challenges validates my feelings and I've realized how some well-meaning white people are ignorant about the issues the rest of us face. Hell, ignorance also exists among the non-white/'minority' group. Let me just say for the record that I strongly dislike the term 'minority' for its minimizing, demeaning connotations. Anyway, there are times people see or hear something happening and think "it has nothing to do with me" but wasn't it MLK Jr. who said "An injustice anywhere is an injustice everywhere"? Although we should not delude ourselves with a Messiah complex of saving the world, we do need to be aware of what goes on and to speak up whenever we can. If you hear somebody say something mean or ignorant, call them out on it. There are times I just ask "What do you have against that group of people?" Some people are in positions to exert a lot of influence, others are just in 'survival' mode trying to hold their own shit together. I think that sometimes the most we can do is to challenge our own beliefs and biases and be aware of how that affects our interaction with others so we aren't guilty of the same crimes as the oppressors. This applies to racism, tribalism, gender-based stereotypes, ethnocentrism, and just about any of those -isms.
On the political front, Obama is the golden child of U.S. politics. With good reasons too. The Kenyan leaders who had the balls to criticize his University of Nairobi speech risked alienating a powerful ally who articulated what the Kenyan people have been saying for years. He refused to smear his dignity from the low blows thrown his way by our disgruntled leadership. Isn't it funny how we are so quick to claim him as one of our own when his star is rising, yet neglect the important facts that are right in front of our eyes? He is an American citizen, lawyer, and politician fathered by a Kenyan man. He speaks the truth in stating we should stop waiting to be rescued by the West because they're only watching out for their own interests. A brief look at history should teach us that lesson. Oh well, new day, same old story.
Friday, October 20, 2006
Mini Mid-week Meltdown
Last week, I was overwhelmed with school/ work commitments. I was thinking about dropping my speech forensics class to I can have more time to devote to my major classes which aren't going as well as they should. It's that feeling you get when you're 1 or 2 steps behind and struggling to catch up. I hate it! Thing is, I had to make the decision fast because I had to take part in an intercollegiate speech tournament over the weekend. At first, I thought the class would be simple (no papers, no tests) but then I freaked out about having to be in a tournament. It is no easy task and involves research and preparation, memorizing, and learning how to give the speech. I can deal with people one-on-one but I hate being the center of attention on stage. I took a basic speech comm. class over 2 years ago so I was out of practice. I don't like to do things unless I know I can do them well and excel. Did I mention that my school's team always wins awards at these events? After a lot of encouragement, I decided to go for it. All the travel arrangements had been made so we set out on Friday. It was fun travelling with the Speech & Debate team in the school van with our teacher driving. It reminded me of field trips in high school.
Fast-forward to the actual event. It's a parallel universe that I never knew about till recently. You know how people who are into beauty pageants, horse racing, or chess are really into it? They devote years of their lives to being good and attend all these events that mean little to the rest of us. There's something similar with the Speech tournament. Some people have been doing it since primo, or high school. The dramatic verses remind me of Kenya Music Festival. If you're in debate, you can wear jeans but we had to dress up for the speeches. (Rant: For chics, it's a pain finding dressy shoes that are comfortable and look good. I went shopping for shoes and you wouldn't believe how hard it is to find a pair of flat, black, dressy, closed-toe & heel shoes. I swear, they make shoes for people who's objective is just to have pretty looking feet. How about the rest of us who walk and need shoes to fit into our active lives?) The unofficial uniform is a black pin-striped suit. Well the good news is I survived it. I was very surprised to get an award in the novice category especially because I didn't even make it to the final rounds. Anyhow, I talked to my advisor today and she's great. I've decided to just hang in there with the classes.
Fast-forward to the actual event. It's a parallel universe that I never knew about till recently. You know how people who are into beauty pageants, horse racing, or chess are really into it? They devote years of their lives to being good and attend all these events that mean little to the rest of us. There's something similar with the Speech tournament. Some people have been doing it since primo, or high school. The dramatic verses remind me of Kenya Music Festival. If you're in debate, you can wear jeans but we had to dress up for the speeches. (Rant: For chics, it's a pain finding dressy shoes that are comfortable and look good. I went shopping for shoes and you wouldn't believe how hard it is to find a pair of flat, black, dressy, closed-toe & heel shoes. I swear, they make shoes for people who's objective is just to have pretty looking feet. How about the rest of us who walk and need shoes to fit into our active lives?) The unofficial uniform is a black pin-striped suit. Well the good news is I survived it. I was very surprised to get an award in the novice category especially because I didn't even make it to the final rounds. Anyhow, I talked to my advisor today and she's great. I've decided to just hang in there with the classes.
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Elephants
I just read this article: An Elephant Crackup? in the NY Times and I'm amazed at the similarities humans and elephants share.
Sunday, October 08, 2006
Wretched
2 nights ago, I had a hard time going to sleep. I was physically exhausted but my mind just wouldn't take a break. And of course, I had to be up very early the next day for work. I made it there and got through a hectic day fueled by large amounts of caffeine, sugar, adrenalin, and youthful energy. It was a long, long day....Fast forward to the end, was supposed to meet up with someone to go to a live music show, but they 'forgot' to tell me that they weren't going to make it till an hour and a half before the show. I was too tired to be pissed at that moment, and was actually relieved that I could spend my evening at home. But also irritated with the last minute message. It's slightly better than being stood up at when you've dressed up and left the house, but come on, if you are in city A that's a day's drive from city B (the venue), of course you're not going to make it to the damn show! I want people to value and respect my time.
I am currently reading "The Wretched Of The Earth" by Frantz Fanon (recommended by who else but my history teacher:). I'm still in the first Chapter 'On Violence' and I'm so excited by the reading. Sartre has penned a powerful preface. It is such an exhilarating feeling to see these thoughts, observations, and experiences put into powerful words. I'm wondering why I never read this book before. I strongly recommend it to everybody out there.
I am currently reading "The Wretched Of The Earth" by Frantz Fanon (recommended by who else but my history teacher:). I'm still in the first Chapter 'On Violence' and I'm so excited by the reading. Sartre has penned a powerful preface. It is such an exhilarating feeling to see these thoughts, observations, and experiences put into powerful words. I'm wondering why I never read this book before. I strongly recommend it to everybody out there.
Thursday, October 05, 2006
To be or Not to be Greek
Yes, it is possible to be surrounded by a crowd yet feel utterly alone. It is also possible to look like you fit in, yet feel completely out of place. What the hell am I talking about? Attending an event last week hosted by the Black Sororities and Fraternities at my school.
It all began one afternoon when someone handed me a flyer that stated there was an event scheduled in a couple of days to inform us about Black Greek life at the university. I absently shoved the flyer into my backpack noting the time 6pm and place. When the day came, I was at the library finishing up a paper. I glanced at my watch and thought why not? I decided to make a conscious effort to step out of my comfort zone. Well, I realized that there's a lot I don't know or understand in African American history and culture so I've decided to learn more and get exposed to it. So, this is how the evening went.
5:45pm--I leave the library and stroll to the student center where the event will take place.
5:50pm--I'm sitting outside the meeting hall, there are a few people standing outside.
6:00pm--More people arrive. It's fun to see the clothes, and hairdos. Like a mini-fashion show with some really hot men and fine chics of course.
6:10pm--It's obviously not starting on time, so I decide to check phone messages.
6:20pm--I call a buddy to chat.
6:30pm--The door to the hall is opened and people start to enter. There's a sign that says the event was scheduled for 6:30.
6:35pm--I enter the hall, most of the people are inside. There's a dj spinning music near the stage.
6:37pm--I sit down at the end of a row, so I can make a quick exit. I observe the crowd: young, vibrant intelligent black college students, cracking jokes with friends and dressed to the nines. I must have missed the memo that said to dress up and carry a cute handbag,
6:40pm--There's a tall girl up front who reminds me of a friend. I'm looking around at the different groups and think "This would be so much fun if my old buddies were here." I'm getting that 'new kid at school' feeling 'cause I am. The last 2 schools I attended (1 in Kenya and 1 here) I already knew a bunch of people and had buddies I'd grown up with and a sibling.
6:50pm--A girl with a strong, voice steps up to the podium and directs us to stand up for the Black National Anthem. Her voice blows me away--powerful. I've never heard the song before.
6:55pm--A line-up of the Greeks are on stage and they give us quick blurbs about their group founders, history, and mottos. Everytime a name is mentioned, the members in the crowd give a special yell or cheer. Some people are dressed up in their official colors. The best outfits are red and black. I could see myself in that...
7:10pm--Question and answer session on how to join (there's a 'process', no hazing), what community activities they're involved in, and parties they host,...etc
7:25pm--I leave the building and the event is going strong. Got to be up early the next day.
8:30pm--Home. Hot meal. Comfort.
It all began one afternoon when someone handed me a flyer that stated there was an event scheduled in a couple of days to inform us about Black Greek life at the university. I absently shoved the flyer into my backpack noting the time 6pm and place. When the day came, I was at the library finishing up a paper. I glanced at my watch and thought why not? I decided to make a conscious effort to step out of my comfort zone. Well, I realized that there's a lot I don't know or understand in African American history and culture so I've decided to learn more and get exposed to it. So, this is how the evening went.
5:45pm--I leave the library and stroll to the student center where the event will take place.
5:50pm--I'm sitting outside the meeting hall, there are a few people standing outside.
6:00pm--More people arrive. It's fun to see the clothes, and hairdos. Like a mini-fashion show with some really hot men and fine chics of course.
6:10pm--It's obviously not starting on time, so I decide to check phone messages.
6:20pm--I call a buddy to chat.
6:30pm--The door to the hall is opened and people start to enter. There's a sign that says the event was scheduled for 6:30.
6:35pm--I enter the hall, most of the people are inside. There's a dj spinning music near the stage.
6:37pm--I sit down at the end of a row, so I can make a quick exit. I observe the crowd: young, vibrant intelligent black college students, cracking jokes with friends and dressed to the nines. I must have missed the memo that said to dress up and carry a cute handbag,
6:40pm--There's a tall girl up front who reminds me of a friend. I'm looking around at the different groups and think "This would be so much fun if my old buddies were here." I'm getting that 'new kid at school' feeling 'cause I am. The last 2 schools I attended (1 in Kenya and 1 here) I already knew a bunch of people and had buddies I'd grown up with and a sibling.
6:50pm--A girl with a strong, voice steps up to the podium and directs us to stand up for the Black National Anthem. Her voice blows me away--powerful. I've never heard the song before.
6:55pm--A line-up of the Greeks are on stage and they give us quick blurbs about their group founders, history, and mottos. Everytime a name is mentioned, the members in the crowd give a special yell or cheer. Some people are dressed up in their official colors. The best outfits are red and black. I could see myself in that...
7:10pm--Question and answer session on how to join (there's a 'process', no hazing), what community activities they're involved in, and parties they host,...etc
7:25pm--I leave the building and the event is going strong. Got to be up early the next day.
8:30pm--Home. Hot meal. Comfort.
Monday, October 02, 2006
Brains
My brain was fried today.
It started out with an exam with 138 questions. All multiple choice. I'm one of those students that dives into the exam and leaves the class as soon as possible. I've learned that my first instinct is usually the right one, and if I don't know the answers, sitting around agonizing over them won't help. Next was history class, which is the most enjoyable (usually). Today, I left class with a headache. You know how there's always 1 or 2 people who always have something to say in class? Well, there's one girl who was dominating the discussion. Irritating voice, repeats the same thing over and over again. Well, what's the point in complaining? I guess the rest of us can speak up if we want to. I'm not a big talker in big classes, but if it's a small group I'm more comfortable sharing my views. The bright spot in the day was seeing the teacher (my crush on him is wearing off...). As soon as class was over I headed home for a good meal, Tylenol, and much needed rest (avg. sleeping time over the weekend was maybe 8-10 hrs? I get very grouchy without quality sleep.)
Tomorrow, there's a paper due in my policy class. It's supposed to focus on policies and advocate a position but all it does is focus on general background information with only one paragraph devoted to policy. First of all, it's a group paper but one dude wrote the bulk of it. The rest of us did some editing and additions but the dude doesn't listen to most of the suggestions. I got tired of people talking about what should be done, so last week I did some research and typed in a lot of good information. But my info is missing from the final paper. This idea of writing group papers was a bad idea. We'd better not get a bad grade. Anyway, we're going to meet early afternoon for a final edit of the paper. I have worked in many groups and teams and realized that every person is just watching out for themselves. You have to deal with egos and most people feel like they're the most brainy. In the next phase of my life, I'm thinking about getting into something where I can do my work solo 'cause it's tiring dealing with people and their idiosyncrancies.
It started out with an exam with 138 questions. All multiple choice. I'm one of those students that dives into the exam and leaves the class as soon as possible. I've learned that my first instinct is usually the right one, and if I don't know the answers, sitting around agonizing over them won't help. Next was history class, which is the most enjoyable (usually). Today, I left class with a headache. You know how there's always 1 or 2 people who always have something to say in class? Well, there's one girl who was dominating the discussion. Irritating voice, repeats the same thing over and over again. Well, what's the point in complaining? I guess the rest of us can speak up if we want to. I'm not a big talker in big classes, but if it's a small group I'm more comfortable sharing my views. The bright spot in the day was seeing the teacher (my crush on him is wearing off...). As soon as class was over I headed home for a good meal, Tylenol, and much needed rest (avg. sleeping time over the weekend was maybe 8-10 hrs? I get very grouchy without quality sleep.)
Tomorrow, there's a paper due in my policy class. It's supposed to focus on policies and advocate a position but all it does is focus on general background information with only one paragraph devoted to policy. First of all, it's a group paper but one dude wrote the bulk of it. The rest of us did some editing and additions but the dude doesn't listen to most of the suggestions. I got tired of people talking about what should be done, so last week I did some research and typed in a lot of good information. But my info is missing from the final paper. This idea of writing group papers was a bad idea. We'd better not get a bad grade. Anyway, we're going to meet early afternoon for a final edit of the paper. I have worked in many groups and teams and realized that every person is just watching out for themselves. You have to deal with egos and most people feel like they're the most brainy. In the next phase of my life, I'm thinking about getting into something where I can do my work solo 'cause it's tiring dealing with people and their idiosyncrancies.
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