I'm of the mindset that pictures should be taken during happy, exiting, riveting times.
Right now, I'm not getting much of that.
Therefore, I haven't been taking pictures. I don't even know what day I'm on.
I also attribute my slackness to the lack of a legitimate camera.
I want to give up on this one and start again someday when I feel more prepared. Honestly, if I were to show the pictures of my life right now, it would be full of my resume, bare bank account, stress (can I take a picture of that), and the feeling of failure (dramatic...i know).
We'll see how I feel.
June 4, 2010
June 3, 2010
and it all comes full circle...
I love that phrase. I love when it just slips right off my tongue at the most appropriate time in the most appropriate situations. I have no idea of the reasoning, but it's lovely when it fits.
and it all comes full circle...
I'm back in the dorm of my freshman year. A room similar to the one I shared with my Hello Kitty obsessed high school companion, "raunchy" suitemates, and my self discovery. I'm a counselor for a program emphasizing the importance of college for first generation students. Oh how the things have changed.
After sitting in this room alone for a few hours my mind began to race. The person who I have become, is who I wish I could have been starting college. I can think of a slew of ways that I have changed since the beginning of college, but listing would take more than I'm willing to give right now. Things would have been extremely different. Consequently, life lessons would have been different, molding me into another person. College gave me the opportunity to branch out, to be brave, in a sense. I lived in a sheltered home, and I wasn't given the chance to make the mistakes many of my peers did when I was in high school. Granted I am safe, overthinking plans and choices to make sure I won't regret my choice and loathw my consequences. Nevertheless, when the end of my college senior year rolled around, I felt like I was just getting it, I was just becoming comfortable with the idea of me, only to have my world turned upside down and to be presented with unfamiliarity and insecurities once again.
So actually, I'm not sure that anything has "come full circle" for me yet. There is no sense of closure, and I haven't been able to pinpoint the most important lessons I've had from this experience. I imagine when I become a member of the "real world" I'll appreciate the skills I've acquired, the people I have met, etc etc etc.
*shrug* We'll see.
i don't feel like proofreading.
and it all comes full circle...
I'm back in the dorm of my freshman year. A room similar to the one I shared with my Hello Kitty obsessed high school companion, "raunchy" suitemates, and my self discovery. I'm a counselor for a program emphasizing the importance of college for first generation students. Oh how the things have changed.
After sitting in this room alone for a few hours my mind began to race. The person who I have become, is who I wish I could have been starting college. I can think of a slew of ways that I have changed since the beginning of college, but listing would take more than I'm willing to give right now. Things would have been extremely different. Consequently, life lessons would have been different, molding me into another person. College gave me the opportunity to branch out, to be brave, in a sense. I lived in a sheltered home, and I wasn't given the chance to make the mistakes many of my peers did when I was in high school. Granted I am safe, overthinking plans and choices to make sure I won't regret my choice and loathw my consequences. Nevertheless, when the end of my college senior year rolled around, I felt like I was just getting it, I was just becoming comfortable with the idea of me, only to have my world turned upside down and to be presented with unfamiliarity and insecurities once again.
So actually, I'm not sure that anything has "come full circle" for me yet. There is no sense of closure, and I haven't been able to pinpoint the most important lessons I've had from this experience. I imagine when I become a member of the "real world" I'll appreciate the skills I've acquired, the people I have met, etc etc etc.
*shrug* We'll see.
i don't feel like proofreading.
May 23, 2010
13/365
381 Days Exhibit (bus boycott)
African American Museum of Philadelphia
Jack T. Franklin, Photographer, 1965
11/365
This is only second Virgin Mary statue picture, but I can see this becoming a trend when I travel. My first was in New Orleans. The church was closed and dilapidated, as well was the Virgin Mary. I'm not even Catholic, or anything close to it. Nevertheless, I'm intrigued.
May 22, 2010
Give it or I'll take it
This past week I was in Philadelphia. Everything went well, and I'm glad I have pictures to actually post for my 365 Challenge.
I'm sure I've posted on this topic before, but quite some time ago, so I'll do it again regardless. Last night (Friday), I went out to "the club" with my friend. It was interesting to say the least. I don't think the ridiculously raunchy dancing/clothing was offensive, it was the implications and environment they created. Since I was upstairs looking down on the dance floor, there were a lot of males pulling and yanking on females. There were directing females to dance with their male friends or pushing the females' bodies into positions they thought desirable for dancing. I'm not saying it's all the males fault, because the females allowed it, and went along with it. I kept wondering why the females felt as if it was necessary to dance that way/dress that way in order to get attention. Then I realized, it was necessary. To get attention they had to wear minimal clothing and dance "sexy," because I witnessed many of dances get turned down because it didn't meet the expectations of the male. Consequently, I saw two naked butts, a female dancing around in her bra, and thongs for days.
With all that going on it creates a "give it or i'll take it" kind of environment, I can't think of another way to describe it. Everything was very aggressive and demanding. Calling my experience sexual harassment may or may not be appropriate, regardless my space was invaded and I was more than irritated when all was said and done.
As I'm standing against the railing, enjoying my drank, minding my business, watching the events on the first floor, a heavy frame presses against me, trapping me between his body and the railing. Considering the discrepancy in our sizes, there was no possible way for me to move or attempt get away. Before I know it he's in my ear trying to convince me that I should dance with him.
Him: [rushes up on me] "How you gonna let your friend dance like that and not join her?"
Me: "I don't want to dance"
Him: "Your man watching?"
Me: "I don't want to dance"
Him: [while pushing his weight on me more] "Girl, stop playing"
Since I was in a vulnerable position it was difficult for me to physically push him off of me. The best I could do was awkwardly use my hand to push on his stomach. When my friend realized that I wasn't dancing with this guy, she stopped dancing to pull him off of me. It shouldn't take all of that to let him know that I didn't appreciate him invading my personal space, especially uninvited. The issue comes in with "no." This wasn't one of those "I'm telling you no, but I really want you to" type of situations. I wasn't playing with you, I wasn't giggling, batting my freaking eyelashes, etc etc (whatever the hell) and I was physically attempting to close you off. Eff off.
I'm sure I've posted on this topic before, but quite some time ago, so I'll do it again regardless. Last night (Friday), I went out to "the club" with my friend. It was interesting to say the least. I don't think the ridiculously raunchy dancing/clothing was offensive, it was the implications and environment they created. Since I was upstairs looking down on the dance floor, there were a lot of males pulling and yanking on females. There were directing females to dance with their male friends or pushing the females' bodies into positions they thought desirable for dancing. I'm not saying it's all the males fault, because the females allowed it, and went along with it. I kept wondering why the females felt as if it was necessary to dance that way/dress that way in order to get attention. Then I realized, it was necessary. To get attention they had to wear minimal clothing and dance "sexy," because I witnessed many of dances get turned down because it didn't meet the expectations of the male. Consequently, I saw two naked butts, a female dancing around in her bra, and thongs for days.
With all that going on it creates a "give it or i'll take it" kind of environment, I can't think of another way to describe it. Everything was very aggressive and demanding. Calling my experience sexual harassment may or may not be appropriate, regardless my space was invaded and I was more than irritated when all was said and done.
As I'm standing against the railing, enjoying my drank, minding my business, watching the events on the first floor, a heavy frame presses against me, trapping me between his body and the railing. Considering the discrepancy in our sizes, there was no possible way for me to move or attempt get away. Before I know it he's in my ear trying to convince me that I should dance with him.
Him: [rushes up on me] "How you gonna let your friend dance like that and not join her?"
Me: "I don't want to dance"
Him: "Your man watching?"
Me: "I don't want to dance"
Him: [while pushing his weight on me more] "Girl, stop playing"
Since I was in a vulnerable position it was difficult for me to physically push him off of me. The best I could do was awkwardly use my hand to push on his stomach. When my friend realized that I wasn't dancing with this guy, she stopped dancing to pull him off of me. It shouldn't take all of that to let him know that I didn't appreciate him invading my personal space, especially uninvited. The issue comes in with "no." This wasn't one of those "I'm telling you no, but I really want you to" type of situations. I wasn't playing with you, I wasn't giggling, batting my freaking eyelashes, etc etc (whatever the hell) and I was physically attempting to close you off. Eff off.
May 15, 2010
8/365
Today.World Market, earrings (that I didn't buy), and bowling.
All with my family. Good times.
I really need to stop slacking on this and take pictures daily. It would help if I had more than my cell phone camera. In a few days I'll have Philadelphia pictures to post, and I'm excited.
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