Friday, January 29, 2010
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
the high-fivers
I'm sure you know one or two. They're the high-fivers. The people who can't resist giving you a high five when you or they walk into the room. Have you done anything note-worthy lately? Probably not. But to the high-fivers, it doesn't matter. They give you a high-five just for being alive.
And I HATE it.* I don't understand why these people have to make physical contact in the first place. What's wrong with a polite wave? Or a head nod? I didn't do anything cool, so don't high five me! Please.
*Sporting teams are exempt from this loathing. As are people who have just done something really great. Like kicked someone in the head.
And I HATE it.* I don't understand why these people have to make physical contact in the first place. What's wrong with a polite wave? Or a head nod? I didn't do anything cool, so don't high five me! Please.
*Sporting teams are exempt from this loathing. As are people who have just done something really great. Like kicked someone in the head.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
white guilt
I'd like to tell you three stories.
One- Yesterday I watched a movie called Something New, loaned to me by one of my fellow teachers. It's about an African American woman from very high society who dares to go against the expectations of her family and friends and date a white man. Her brother accuses her of "going over to the enemy" and her friends suspect the white guy of having ulterior motives.
One and a half- The teacher who gave me Something New is quite convinced that African (not African American, just African) students at UVU are shocked when they arrive here. Many of them come from well educated, upper class families, but at UVU, they are treated as any other student, not better or worse. They aren't accustomed to being the obvious minority and people not recognizing their higher social status.
Three- The more I'm around my ESL students, the more I think that as a whole, non-Americans are incredibly racist. Remember the drama with the Saudi and the Dominican last week? That isn't the first time something like this (though never quite that extreme) has happened in my classes. One of my Mexican students made shooting noises and motions at a Kuwaiti student. The Koreans don't want to work with the "Mexicans." One Peruvian refused to work with the Koreans. I routinely have students switch in or out of my classes because there aren't enough people from their home country in the class.
Three- within a few weeks of arriving in the United States, many of the refugees (in this example mostly Iraqi or Nepali) already identify the Hispanics as the bottom of the social ladder. Even though they come to the US with nothing, don't have a job yet, and may not even speak English, they put themselves higher on the social scale than their "Mexican" neighbors.
So maybe some white Americans are racist. But I think most of the racism these days comes in the form of "reverse" racism from the minorities in our country. Just listen to black talk radio in Memphis, for example. Or ask black people in the south why they voted for Obama (I've done it- a lot of them don't have a real reason other than his skin color).
What I'm getting at is racism is stupid. And I feel like I've been trained to be guilty about it my whole life. I can't help that I'm white. I usually wish I had darker skin and hair so that I could fit in better abroad. Being white makes you a target when traveling (because as we know, all white people are rich) and can be a serious disadvantage when applying for jobs or school (good thing I'm a girl). I don't deny that there may still be racial problems in the US. But it's a whole lot better here than anywhere else in the world, don't you think?
One- Yesterday I watched a movie called Something New, loaned to me by one of my fellow teachers. It's about an African American woman from very high society who dares to go against the expectations of her family and friends and date a white man. Her brother accuses her of "going over to the enemy" and her friends suspect the white guy of having ulterior motives.
One and a half- The teacher who gave me Something New is quite convinced that African (not African American, just African) students at UVU are shocked when they arrive here. Many of them come from well educated, upper class families, but at UVU, they are treated as any other student, not better or worse. They aren't accustomed to being the obvious minority and people not recognizing their higher social status.
Three- The more I'm around my ESL students, the more I think that as a whole, non-Americans are incredibly racist. Remember the drama with the Saudi and the Dominican last week? That isn't the first time something like this (though never quite that extreme) has happened in my classes. One of my Mexican students made shooting noises and motions at a Kuwaiti student. The Koreans don't want to work with the "Mexicans." One Peruvian refused to work with the Koreans. I routinely have students switch in or out of my classes because there aren't enough people from their home country in the class.
Three- within a few weeks of arriving in the United States, many of the refugees (in this example mostly Iraqi or Nepali) already identify the Hispanics as the bottom of the social ladder. Even though they come to the US with nothing, don't have a job yet, and may not even speak English, they put themselves higher on the social scale than their "Mexican" neighbors.
So maybe some white Americans are racist. But I think most of the racism these days comes in the form of "reverse" racism from the minorities in our country. Just listen to black talk radio in Memphis, for example. Or ask black people in the south why they voted for Obama (I've done it- a lot of them don't have a real reason other than his skin color).
What I'm getting at is racism is stupid. And I feel like I've been trained to be guilty about it my whole life. I can't help that I'm white. I usually wish I had darker skin and hair so that I could fit in better abroad. Being white makes you a target when traveling (because as we know, all white people are rich) and can be a serious disadvantage when applying for jobs or school (good thing I'm a girl). I don't deny that there may still be racial problems in the US. But it's a whole lot better here than anywhere else in the world, don't you think?
Monday, January 18, 2010
Somewhere along my journeys in the past dozen months or so, I lost my personality. Have you seen it? I know it used to be optimistic and worry-free, less spiteful and more spontaneous. And it used to know where it belonged. But I think it might be floating down some highway of dreams that haven't happened yet. If you see it, will you please send it my way? I'd like to see myself like I remember.*
*For my book club, I've been reading The Color Code, and these are the conclusions I've come to. Once I finish it, maybe I'll know who I am again. I hope...
*For my book club, I've been reading The Color Code, and these are the conclusions I've come to. Once I finish it, maybe I'll know who I am again. I hope...
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Friday, January 15, 2010
not knowing
Hearing bad news is hard. Terrible. Sometimes inexpressibly so. But not knowing what will happen, what did happen, waiting for the good or the bad news and desperately hoping for the good, I think that might be worse. And being helpless to do anything just adds to the frustration.
Hang in there, friends.
Hang in there, friends.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
welcome to a new semester
On my first day of writing 2 class, I was delighted to find a wide spectrum of cultures represented (ie, a couple of Koreans rather than a dozen, a Russian, some Brazilians, a Japanese, Hispanics from various locales, and a Saudi). Having a diverse class makes things more interesting for me and makes English a lot easier to acquire (mostly because they're forced to speak it. I'll never understand students who come to the US and then refuse to ever speak English).
This morning I had a student from the Dominican Republic show up. He seemed fairly competent in English and chatted with me a bit during down times in class. And just when I was starting to possibly like him a little bit, he started making little jabs at the Saudi student. Something along the lines of "you're from Saudi Arabia? You know what that means?" or "don't you look like someone I've seen before...aren't you related to someone on the news..."
Luckily the Saudi was no pushover. At first he ignored the comments (they were sitting on opposite sides of the room), but then he politely defended himself "Hey, I like my country. Leave it alone."
But by the end of class, little Dominican student was getting rather irrtating. And finally, during their group discussions, Dominican accused Saudi of being Osama bin Laden's cousin (because naturally, all Saudis are related to Osama. And are all terrorists) and therefore a terrorist. At which point chaos ensued. I started shouting at the Dominican to stop saying such inappropriate things while he tried to defend himself, Saudi's friends started shouting at the Dominican, and I frantically tried to draw attention away from the Saudi who had turned slightly red, stood up and mumbled something about needing to go meet a friend, and walked out of class. It was a mess.
Class finished shortly thereafter. Domincan fled, and I ran out to find Saudi. Not surprisingly, there was no friend waiting to meet him; he confessed that since he didn't want to start a brawl in the middle of my classroom, he thought he should remove himself. Which was appreciated. I confessed that I would have punched Dominican in the face. We bonded, I promised I was on his side and would try to control the Dominican. The Dominican was nowhere to be found for a well deserved lecture.
And all on the second day of class.
This morning I had a student from the Dominican Republic show up. He seemed fairly competent in English and chatted with me a bit during down times in class. And just when I was starting to possibly like him a little bit, he started making little jabs at the Saudi student. Something along the lines of "you're from Saudi Arabia? You know what that means?" or "don't you look like someone I've seen before...aren't you related to someone on the news..."
Luckily the Saudi was no pushover. At first he ignored the comments (they were sitting on opposite sides of the room), but then he politely defended himself "Hey, I like my country. Leave it alone."
But by the end of class, little Dominican student was getting rather irrtating. And finally, during their group discussions, Dominican accused Saudi of being Osama bin Laden's cousin (because naturally, all Saudis are related to Osama. And are all terrorists) and therefore a terrorist. At which point chaos ensued. I started shouting at the Dominican to stop saying such inappropriate things while he tried to defend himself, Saudi's friends started shouting at the Dominican, and I frantically tried to draw attention away from the Saudi who had turned slightly red, stood up and mumbled something about needing to go meet a friend, and walked out of class. It was a mess.
Class finished shortly thereafter. Domincan fled, and I ran out to find Saudi. Not surprisingly, there was no friend waiting to meet him; he confessed that since he didn't want to start a brawl in the middle of my classroom, he thought he should remove himself. Which was appreciated. I confessed that I would have punched Dominican in the face. We bonded, I promised I was on his side and would try to control the Dominican. The Dominican was nowhere to be found for a well deserved lecture.
And all on the second day of class.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
remodel #3
Living room before:
Living room after:
T-rav isn't sold on the yellow/red combination (please no McDonalds comparisons). But I love it. Especially the yellow. It's a actually a little brighter than it appears in the pictures- think butter cream. Yum. Now I have to think of a different color for our bedroom, but I'm running out of colors. I have orange reserved for the kitchen...and already have green, yellow and blue covered...any suggestions?
Living room after:
T-rav isn't sold on the yellow/red combination (please no McDonalds comparisons). But I love it. Especially the yellow. It's a actually a little brighter than it appears in the pictures- think butter cream. Yum. Now I have to think of a different color for our bedroom, but I'm running out of colors. I have orange reserved for the kitchen...and already have green, yellow and blue covered...any suggestions?
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Random thoughts for the day...a lot of them
While I was purging my email inbox this evening, I rediscovered this gem of a forward from my father. Enjoy.
- I wish Google Maps had an "Avoid Ghetto" routing option.
- More often than not, when someone is telling me a story all I can think about is that I can’t wait for them to finish so that I can tell my own story that’s not only better, but also more directly involves me.
- Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you're wrong.
- Have you ever been walking down the street and realized that you're going in the complete opposite direction of where you are supposed to be going? But instead of just turning a 180 and walking back in the direction from which you came, you have to first do something like check your watch or phone or make a grand arm gesture and mutter to yourself to ensure that no one in the surrounding area thinks you're crazy by randomly switching directions on the sidewalk.
- I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was younger.
- The letters T and G are very close to each other on a keyboard. This recently became all too apparent to me and consequently I will never be ending a work email with the phrase "Regards" again..
- Do you remember when you were a kid, playing Nintendo and it wouldn't work? You take the cartridge out, blow in it and that would magically fix the problem. Every kid in America did that, but how did we all know how to fix the problem? There was no internet or message boards or FAQ's. We just figured it out. Today's kids are soft.
- There is a great need for sarcasm font.
- Sometimes, I'll watch a movie that I watched when I was younger and suddenly realize I had no idea what the heck was going on when I first saw it.
- I think everyone has a movie that they love so much, it actually becomes stressful to watch it with other people. I'll end up wasting 90 minutes shiftily glancing around to confirm that everyone's laughing at the right parts, then making sure I laugh just a little bit harder (and a millisecond earlier) to prove that I'm still the only one who really, really gets it.
- How the hell are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?
- I would rather try to carry 10 plastic grocery bags in each hand than take 2 trips to bring my groceries in.
- I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.
- The only time I look forward to a red light is when I’m trying to finish a text.
- Was learning cursive really necessary?
- Lol has gone from meaning, "laugh out loud" to "I have nothing else to say".
- I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.
- Answering the same letter three times or more in a row on a Scantron test is absolutely petrifying.
- My brother's Municipal League baseball team is named the Stepdads. Seeing as none of the guys on the team are actual stepdads, I inquired about the name. He explained, "Cuz we beat you, and you hate us." Classy, bro.
- How many times is it appropriate to say "What?" before you just nod and smile because you still didn't hear what they said?
- I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars teams up to prevent a jerk from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers!
- While driving yesterday I saw a banana peel in the road and instinctively swerved to avoid it....thanks Mario Kart.
- MapQuest really needs to start their directions on #5. Pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.
- Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.
- I find it hard to believe there are actually people who get in the shower first and THEN turn on the water.
- Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty, and you can wear them forever.
- Bad decisions make good stories.
- Whenever I'm Facebook stalking someone and I find out that their profile is public I feel like a kid on Christmas morning who just got the Red Ryder BB gun that I always wanted. 546 pictures? Don't mind if I do!
- If Carmen San Diego and Waldo ever got together, their offspring would probably just be completely invisible.
- Why is it that during an ice-breaker, when the whole room has to go around and say their name and where they are from, I get so incredibly nervous? Like I know my name, I know where I'm from; this shouldn't be a problem....
- You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you've made up your mind that you just aren’t doing anything productive for the rest of the day.
- There's no worse feeling than that millisecond you're sure you are going to die after leaning your chair back a little too far.
- I'm always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten page research paper that I swear I did not make any changes to.
- Do not machine wash or tumble dry" means I will never wash this ever.
- I hate being the one with the remote in a room full of people watching TV. There's so much pressure. 'I love this show, but will they judge me if I keep it on? I bet everyone is wishing we weren’t watching this. It's only a matter of time before they all get up and leave the room. Will we still be friends after this?'
- While watching the Olympics, I find myself cheering equally for China and USA . No, I am not of Chinese descent, but I am fairly certain that when Chinese athletes don’t win, they are executed.
- I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello? Darnit!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voicemail. What'd you do after I didn't answer? Drop the phone and run away?
- I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.
- When I meet a new girl, I'm terrified of mentioning something she hasn't already told me but that I have learned from some light internet stalking.
- Why is a school zone 20 mph? That seems like the optimal cruising speed for pedophiles...
- As a driver I hate pedestrians, and as a pedestrian I hate drivers, but no matter what the mode of transportation, I always hate cyclists.
- It should probably be called Unplanned Parenthood.
- I think that if, years down the road when I’m trying to have a kid, I find out that I’m sterile, most of my disappointment will stem from the fact that I was not aware of my condition in college.
- Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket, finding their cell phone, and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey - but I’d bet my a$$ everyone can find and push the Snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time every time...
- My 4-year old son asked me in the car the other day "Dad what would happen if you ran over a ninja?" How the h do I respond to that?
- I think the freezer deserves a light as well.
- I wonder if cops ever get ticked off at the fact that everyone they drive behind obeys the speed limit.
- The other night I ordered takeout, and when I looked in the bag, saw they had included four sets of plastic silverware. In other words, someone at the restaurant packed my order, took a second to think about it, and then estimate d that there must be at least four people eating to require such a large amount of food. Too bad I was eating by myself. There’s nothing like being made to feel like a fatty before dinner.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Books of 2009
Looking back at my list of books for the year is kind of like reading an abbreviated journal of my life. Last year you could tell when I was depressed and hiding from the world (I reread all of my "forbidden books," the ones I read when I want to escape from real life. But you've never seen them because I am too ashamed to display on the shelves. Or I have been. I think I've changed my mind about them; if my dad didn't have them in NY, I would put them out right now).
This year you can see the different genres I got stuck in (I do heart a good Muslim woman's memoir), the children's books I indulged in (oh, Mr. Popper!), and Harry Potter...yet again (this year my excuse was needing a refresher of #6 since I was attempting to read it in Italian. But once I got started I couldn't stop). I clearly read far too much fiction this year; I remember when I used to read educational books...once upon a time. And then there's the odd book club book that I would never ever choose for myself. But I was surprised to find that I actually liked most of them.
So here they are (at least the ones I can remember), in mostly chronological order, 12,739 pages of 35 books. Red = my very very favorite ones (and I really can't pick just 1. And obviously Harry Potter would be included). Blue = the worst.
This year you can see the different genres I got stuck in (I do heart a good Muslim woman's memoir), the children's books I indulged in (oh, Mr. Popper!), and Harry Potter...yet again (this year my excuse was needing a refresher of #6 since I was attempting to read it in Italian. But once I got started I couldn't stop). I clearly read far too much fiction this year; I remember when I used to read educational books...once upon a time. And then there's the odd book club book that I would never ever choose for myself. But I was surprised to find that I actually liked most of them.
So here they are (at least the ones I can remember), in mostly chronological order, 12,739 pages of 35 books. Red = my very very favorite ones (and I really can't pick just 1. And obviously Harry Potter would be included). Blue = the worst.
- The Alliance; Gerald Lund
- The Good Earth; Pearl S. Buck
- The Kid who Climbed Everest; Bear Grylls
- Sold; Patricia McCormick
- Howl's Moving Castle; Diana Wynne Jones
- The Glass Castle; Jeanette Walls
- Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince; J. K. Rowling
- Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows; J. K. Rowling
- The Picture of Dorian Gray; Oscar Wilde
- Mr. Popper's Penguins; Richard and Florence Atwater
- The Book Thief; Maruks Zusak
- State of Fear; Michael Crichton
- Angels and Demons; Dan Brown
- Mrs. Dalloway; Virginia Wolf
- Code Talkers; Joseph Bruchac
- Don't Sweat the Small Stuff; Richard Carlson
- Siddartha; Herman Hesse
- The Mole People; Jennifer Toth
- The Islamist; Ed Husain
- The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy; Douglas Adams
- The Reluctant Fundamentalist; Mohsin Hamid
- Grammar Girl's Quick and Dirty Tips for Better Writing; Mignon Fogarty
- Britannia in Brief; Banker and Mullins
- The Second Summer of the Sisterhood; Ann Brashares
- Girls in Pants; Ann Brashares
- Forever in Blue; Ann Brashares
- Prisoner of Tehran; Marina Nemat
- The Old Man and the Sea; Ernest Hemingway
- The Amulet of Samarkand; Jonathon Stroud
- The Golem's Eye; Jonathon Stroud
- Ptolemy's Gate; Jonathon Stroud
- Leadership and Self-deception; Arbinger Institute
- The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society; Mary Ann Schafer
- The Art of Racing in the Rain; Garth Stein
- Kristin Lavransdatter; Sigrid Undset
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