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Sunday, February 26, 2012

It's not as simple as black and white

One of my favorite topics that we studied in my multicultural education class was racial issues in the classroom setting. Out of all the other topics - ELLs, members of the LGBT community, family issues, poverty - race is the one that intrigued me the most.

I don't consider myself to be racist. I'm guessing that a lot of people don't consider themselves to be racist. And yet... sometimes words will slip out without us realizing the consequence. We'll pre-judge people. We assume things about them based on their skin color. Most of the time, we make these inferences subconsciously without even realizing that maybe... just maybe... we're acting a little racist.

Here is a "What Would You Do" video that we watched in my class. Here's the breakdown: it's a social psychology sort of experiment in which they have a group of white guys vandalizing a car and then a group of black guys vandalizing a car. Same damage, same location, different race. So how do you think the people who saw the vandalizations reacted? Well, if you know anything about situations like this, then you can probably guess which group was scolded more.


Oh, these social psychology experiments conducted by this tv show are so interesting! But that's getting into another topic area... this post isn't about psychology and whatnot. At least, not directly.

So how does this apply to the classroom setting?
We read articles in my class in which studies were listed that prove that teachers tend to treat black students... differently. However, what really hit home for me was a short book titled "Bad Boys: Public Schools in the Making of Black Masculinity" by Ann Arnett Ferguson.
Here's some of the points I picked up from that book:

  • For some reason, teachers look at black students and automatically assume that they will be troublemakers in the classroom and that they are not going to learn as much or as quickly as other students. For most teachers, these assumptions are made without a second thought.
  • At the particular high school that experiments and observations were made for this book, the majority of the students who got detention or were in remedial classes were black, and out of those students the majority of them were male.
  • When the students are in remedial classes, aren't they supposed to learn enough material to "catch up" to their fellow classmates? And yet, these classes treated the students like they are slow learners who do not have the desire or ability to learn. Messed up.
  • This affects the students, big time! If you are treated like you aren't intelligent, then you'll start believing that you aren't intelligent... and that's true for anyone, regardless of race. One teacher, in speaking to one of her female students, told her not to talk to her black male classmates because they'd grow up to be druggies and gangsters who spent their lives in jail. A little black male student was standing nearby as the teacher said this. How do you think the little boy felt when he heard how his teacher predicted his future (and the future of all black boys) would end up? That is just screaming out racism.
Why are teachers so quick to assume??!? Do they not realize how bright, smart, and capable these students are? The only reason that they shut down in school is because they are not treated like the smart, unique individuals they are and the teachers don't listen to them or take the time to get to know them.

Sometimes I wonder how and why some teachers ever managed to get a degree. Why give a teacher a degree if they are going to not use methods of equity (not to be confused with equality) in their classroom? Why hire them if they aren't going to be enthusiastic about their job and make sure that all of their students are understanding the material and feel accepted in the classroom?

In my Performance Studies class, we've been talking about "race as a performance". After all, we "perform" our race in different ways - the music we listen to, the food we eat, the way we talk... and these differences aren't to be confused with cultural differences. I mean, there is a difference between white and black, but the way that we act is not necessarily biological. I mean, can you think of a black that you know who "acts white"? We learn how to "perform" our race by looking at the people around us, just like we learn to "perform" our gender or our role as a parent/child/friend/teacher/student/employer etc.

In a lab for my Performance Studies class, we had to find clips that related to race or gender. Since I love the "What Would You Do" videos so much, I showed this one. Once again... racist. I mean... seriously, people??? It makes me a little sick.


Making assumptions... it hurts. There is a black guy I know who is 6'3", heavily built, who dresses, talks, walks, etc. in the stereotypical way that people assume blacks do. He is the sweetest guy. He wouldn't ever go off vandalizing things or hurting people - and yet he can't walk around his own all-white neighborhood without a cop driving by, asking him why he was sulking around "on this side of town" and asking him to leave. The cop won't even listen to him when he tries to explain that he lives here and was just taking a walk. WHY do people do this? It makes me SO sad and angry that people are so prejudiced and cruel.

How often do you say/do/think things that are maybe just a little bit racist without even realizing it? Make the effort to not assume things about people just because of your skin color. It's something I've been paying a lot more attention to lately, and I hope that it will ultimately make me a much better teacher.

Oh... and happy Black History Month everyone. It's drawing to a close now... time to change my blog background. I know it's not quite March yet (3 more days) but I couldn't resist.

One more thing... exactly 3 months from today, I'll be married!

Okay. That's all.

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Others Don't

I took a multicultural education class this semester.
This poem is the result of a bit of reflection on the concept that many underachieving students struggle for various reasons other than a disinterest in school or a lower IQ.
Bullying... language barriers... the teachers not taking the time to treat the students like important individuals... there are many factors.
Why can't more people see that? Why are some administrators and teachers so quick to judge and punish students who are struggling in school? Why do they assume that it's all a lack of intrinsic motivation? Why do they assume that a black student is more likely to cause trouble? [By the way, racial issues in the classroom intrigue me. You can expect another post on that sometime in the future. Soon. It seems a little fitting, since this is Black History Month.]

This is written from the point of view of underachieving or troubled students and is addressed to teachers. These pleas are never vocalized; they are internal cries. We as teachers have to figure out how to hear the silent pleadings of these students.


Others Don't
A plea from student to teacher

Just one face among thousands, I know
But I'm unique. Give me a chance.
Please be the first teacher to help
And do what others don't.

You have a great opportunity
To make a change in students' lives
But I learn in different ways, so
Please teach how others don't.

A droopy eye and a slouching back;
Although I truly want to learn
Things are difficult back at home -
Understand things others don't.

Race is not something that's black or white,
Although some perceive it that way.
Look at what's underneath the skin
And see what others don't.

An unkind word hisses from cruel lips;
I quietly cope on my own.
But who will stop this verbal jest?
Please hear what others don't.

Some teachers seem bored, distant, and cold
They just want to teach and then leave.
I need a hand to guide me through -
Give time when others don't.

Does school have a point if I don't learn?
I don’t understand. I’ll just quit!
But I might stay... if you take time
To care when others don't.

Monday, February 20, 2012

All that and no pictures??!?

Doug and I took a trip to Fresno, California this weekend.
A whole weekend in my hometown, with my family and whatnot...
And what do I have to show for it on this blog?
Nothing.
No pictures.
None at all.
You'd think that after taking the opportunity to visit home with your fiance in the middle of the semester, you would return with a few photos under your belt.

Actually, truth be told, I do have some pictures. Wedding dress pictures. But I can't just put those up on my blog... the groom can't see the bride in the dress before the wedding day! Even in a picture! And I've been rather mean and keep rubbing that in... sorry Doug. Just wait 3 months. You'll see it soon enough.

Well, pictures or no pictures, it was an extremely enjoyable weekend. Oh, how I love my family....... I've said it before and I'll say it again. How lucky can a girl get?!

I'll have to make up for this lack of visual documentation somehow.
Meanwhile... happy Monday everyone!
And it's back to school again tomorrow. Yay. (Why can't weekends last longer?)

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Lots of pink, and lots of chocolate

Now that the day is over, I would like to say that I hope everyone's Valentine's Day experiences were pleasant. Mine certainly was :)

I am a rather festive person... so I could not help over-doing the pink when I put my outfit together for the day. And that included bright pink rain boots. Yeah.




Wearing so much pink just made me happier. And it also drew a lot of looks.

I spent quite a bit of time with my fiance, and I must say that it was the most enjoyable Valentine's Day I've had yet. There were plenty of factors that went into this. One of which was sparing a portion of our evening to help Doug's roommate Matt propose to MY roommate Donnie.
Cute, right? And ironic... Doug's roommate is engaged to my roommate... SUCH a cute story!

Another factor was, of course, sugary foods. Which seemed to be plentiful today. Here's a sample of what was peppered throughout my day (and this is only a sample!)









Let me tell you... I am tired of sugar.
However, I guarantee that by tomorrow I will be ready to consume more.
I really like chocolate. And all of the above items consist of chocolate in some way.
People know me too well.

And I just realized that my old yahoo email starts with "pinkchocolate". Ironic, isn't it? Wow...

I love you all.
ooxxooXoXXx    <---- If you get this reference, then I love you even more. Leave a comment :)

Monday, February 13, 2012

A step towards Happily Ever After

It is strange how I've been looking forward to this moment my whole life, and all of a sudden I'm here. I've reached this point. It is quite strange to think about. Rather surreal.

Sorry it took me so long to post. Well, maybe not a super long time... it's only been 3 days...
People have been asking about the story.
And I (being a girl) love telling stories like this.
So let me fill you all in.
I'll try to keep it brief.

Long story short:
Douglas Kelly and I met during the first week of the 2011 fall semester at BYU. I must admit that I was interested in him from the get-go. Over the next couple months, we talked and got to know each other. Our first date was the day before Thanksgiving, and we officially started dating exclusively at the beginning of January. From the time we first started dating, I felt like I could spend my life with him. I didn't know how long it would take to get to that point, and it happened quicker than I expected - Exactly 5 weeks later, he proposed. And nothing has ever felt more right in my life.

Let me (briefly) tell you how he did it.

Once again, long story short:
It was Friday evening, February 10th. We drove up to the Rock Canyon "Bowl" Park. It was a clear, starry night... warm enough that I wasn't even wearing a jacket. We went over to one of the pavilions along the eastern side of the bowl. We could see the spire of the Provo Temple over the hill. There was a card on the table, and he told me, "I think it's for you." I read it... it was short and sweet, and at the end in post script it said "Please say yes"... and then the next thing I knew, he was on his knees. I admit, I turned into a little bit of a leaky faucet that night.

I know there are pictures of the ring on facebook, but they show the detail more than the color. It's so sparkly, bright, and clear in real life! The picture below shows the color better... go to facebook for the detail. And pardon my red fingers... I was outside. And it was cold.



Girl moment:
It's soooo pretty in person.
Pictures don't do it justice.
Just saying.
And he picked it out without my input.
Just what I wanted! Design, size, and all!


How happy can you get in life? If I get any happier, I might explode! And this is just after getting engaged. I can only imagine how I will feel on May 26th when we get married. When we are sealed together for time and all eternity. What a wonderful thought. There will be more details to come on the time of the reception and whatnot, so keep an eye out!

I love you Doug! Thank you for being my best friend.

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Nerds are in our midst

BYU is a hot-spot for nerdiness. I'm just saying.
So here are some snapshots. Enjoy.

Segway... classic nerdy transportation.

Weeping Angel. Don't blink! [Check out the Trekkies in the background]

 You're a wizard, Harry!

 Yes.

Scriptural annotations in a copy of the first Harry Potter book in the Library

True story.

 Once again... true story.

This job ad made me laugh... and I never even really watched that show

 Testing Center... The paper on him says "You shall not pass!"

And speaking of dear Sir Ian McKellen...
We watched a video in my Directing Fundamentals class today.
And Sir Ian had some pearls of wisdom for us.
This was not the first time I've seen this video, but it still makes me laugh.
Need some pointers on your acting techniques? Just listen to good ol' Ian. He'll tell ya.



Wonderful words of advise. I never would have guessed his secrets. :P
Only at BYU........


Friday, February 3, 2012

"Happy Milk" and... Quidditch??!?

For the first time today, I discovered that milk does not only exist in just the forms of plain, chocolate, strawberry, and caramel. (Caramel milk? Anyone tried it? Just use caramel syrup... it's fairly good...)

The BYU Creamery is known for its ice cream. And it is also known for its Cookies 'N' Cream Milk. Until today, I had never tried it. It's like the ice cream. Only... in liquid form, without the little cookie chunks, and (quite frankly) much more appetizing than melted cookies-n-cream ice cream would be. (Believe me. I've had the ice cream when it's melted. And the milk is waaaay better.)

Happiness.



I thought my day was going pretty well when I drank this before my last class of the day.

Then I actually went to my last class...
Where my teacher informed us that we wouldn't have class on the Friday before President's Day and were moving the section activity that we were going to have that day to the next week.
That made me extremely happy.
And THEN four of my classmates got up to make a presentation about "play" analyzed as a performance...

...and THIS is what they decided to present on.



The nerd within me basically exploded.
I've heard of Muggle Quidditch before... love it.
Did you know they actually have an international Quidditch League that 4 different countries are involved in??!?
This guy named Alex Benepe was the man who got the ball rolling when he set up an intercollegiate league in 2008 and even wrote a 36 page handbook titled the Intercollegiate Quidditch Rules and Guidebook.
It is SO. DETAILED. Rules, equipment, penalties, international standard guidelines for the hoop sizes... it's all covered in the guidebook.
Riddikulus. (See what I did there? Eh? Eh?)

Okay. Nerd moment over.
And my day is only going to get better... because it's the weekend. Yes.
Happy Friday everyone!

Thursday, February 2, 2012

More than just scruff

Let's say you're a boy.
And let's say you really like facial hair.
But in order to come here to BYU, you must be clean shaven.
You are crushed.
But you comply.
Nevertheless... you wish there was some way for you to be bearded again.
Solution?
Get a medical note from a doctor saying that you can't shave your face or else you'll get a rash.
OR...
Be in a play that requires you to have a beard.
Point is, just figure out a way to get a bead card.
That's what my friend Eliot got to do.
Check him out!



Beast.
So boys... want a beard?
Get a beard card.
So convenient. Just carry it around and whip it out when someone questions the validity of your ability to wear a beard on campus.
BUT...
A beard card is not the only way.
Us theatre kids are in the know.
That's why we post things like this on the auditions board on the 2nd floor of the HFAC:


Can't get a beard card?
Try the website on that card on the board.
Tell me what ya think :)