College Spring Break aka Time to Party!!!

March is rough month for a college student. The first week is about cracking down on those study skills with four to five midterms, depending on your class schedule, all crammed into one week. The next week is Spring Break. Here you would think you’d finally get an opportunity to lie out on the beach, soak up the sun, and relax. If you actually went to the beach to try to do just this, you would realize it’s almost impossible! A college spring break really means a break from classes so nothing will get in the way so you can party all day and night long! Florida during college spring break is like a mad house. People are running around completely intoxicated, half naked and usually doing things they will later regret. I may seem bias against this so called “break” we have from school, but I want to reassure you that I am all for breaks from school! But this, this is not a break. This is the complete opposite of a break! This takes more energy than an entire semester of a full-time schedule in college! Then, you have the third week of March. This is the week you come back to school, and go into culture shock from your own culture! Your sleeping schedule is all off, and you have to go back to your original schedule. You end up getting absolutely nothing accomplished at all that week. Finally, there’s the last week of March: the week you finally get your life back in order. And from all of this craziness, you will be emotionally exhausted. I’m exhausted just thinking about it!

Public Space

After reading all of the assignments in my Reading Culture book, I have to say the point that really sticks with me is that your town lives in you. This doesn’t go for everyone, but it does go for those people who are passionate and love their town. Cities and towns don’t just form over night. They take years to really make it. They see all the different people passing through, the babies being born, and the old passing away. When you think about it, those old homes and old offices, they’ve been there for years. You, you may have just moved in. You might be the third or fourth family to live there, or you could be the fiftieth. You don’t know, but the town does. There’s so much history and culture there. Most people take those things for granted. When the majority of people passing an old church just give it a glance, there are some of us out there that really take it in. We give it a good look and realize how many years it has probably survived. How many people have worshipped there throughout those years. It’s so interesting to me, and so mysterious. I think that is what we need to think about when we see public spaces. Look at it as if you are immortal and you sit atop the building watching the days go by. From that position, it’s amazing.

ResLife

I got the job of a Resident Assistant in New Hall this semester. I’m so excited about the job, and I love it already. But it’s a really big job; much bigger than I ever suspected. I knew I would have to balance my studies, my sorority, and my job, but I never knew how hard it would be. My bosses are constantly pushing the idea of getting to know my residents and creating a community within my floors. Most of my residents don’t care to get to know me though. There are some, of course, that like to talk to me and get to know me, but most of them are settled. They don’t need me for questions or anything because they’ve been here long enough to know. And that makes it really hard for me to get to know them. I feel like I’m slacking on my job or something, but really I’m just not getting any feedback from my residents. I can’t wait until next semester when I’ll be here when the new residents arrive with their parents with a million questions, and they can come to me to ask. I will be there from day one so they will want to get to know me, and it will be much easier for me to get close to everyone and create a community. I want to be a great RA, and I feel like I have the potential.

Women in Advertising

The Iron Maiden from The Reading Culture is explaining the portrayal of women in advertising. It is pretty disgusting the way that women are seen in magazines and other advertising tools. These pictures are giving the normal, average girls of everyday life a low self-esteem for who they really are. And this is what the text is stating. It’s strange because as I was reading, I was picturing myself writing the same thing. I would probably be more sarcastic and tough in my writing, but still the same concept. The modern day women in advertising seem so real yet so perfect; therefore the actual real girls of our society look down on themselves and don’t appreciate themselves for who they are. God made us all very different, and that wasn’t an accident. He did it on purpose. The world wouldn’t be the same if we all looked exactly alike. And I for one appreciate the way I look. That’s not saying I may not change something about myself if I had the opportunity, I just mean I am confident in myself and I feel like every girl should be. And men should want women for their natural beauty, not the cultural fake beauty that has made its way into everyone’s life. But all of this is my opinion, and I can’t change anything by just writing a blog. It’s not just up to me. It’s probably going to be this way forever on.

Civil Rights' Series

I went to one of the nights of the Civil Rights’ Series in the Media Center of TN Tech University’s library. It was a really moving display of the horrible times the African Americans went through in order to gain rights in America. It showed Martin Luther King Jr. speaking and many of the events that went on during that particular time. Going through the years of grammar school I had learned about some of the particular stories with the civil rights’ movement, but never had I seen such a dramatic and emotional light into the movement. I saw the madness of blacks being beaten by white men. I saw police officers spitting in the faces of the black men and women for absolutely no reason. There were blown up fights spinning out of control instantly. I am so blessed to be born and raised in this time and in a free country. The people of that time were not so lucky. I can now see why some people are so passionate about those situations. I can now see what my grandmother was talking about when she would try to explain some events to me. Even now I can’t say that I know how it was, and I can’t say I feel their pain. But I feel like I can at least say I now know more in detail about the events that went on during that time, and I can have educational conversations with some of the people that were once involved.