Saturday, March 28, 2015

Commucations




Patience is something that I think is study by everyone everyday. Going to work stopping at a red light, standing in line for gas on a tired day, trying to pay your Comcast bill all are everyday things that us as individuals goes threw everyday commendation is exercised with a great deal patience to handle each issue. I get frustrated a lot of times if I am in a hurry and someone for whatever reason is holding me behind. I have stop and understand that they have there own world and concerns that they are dealing with as well. I try to communicate a friendlily if I make contact with anyone because my stress is no one else concerns.



Body Language can really make a difference to how a person perceives you. Imagine saying say yes but nodding your head no or tell someone I love you but have a stern mean look on your face the gesture wouldn't be interpreted the same. Usually whats on my mind bleeds threw with my actions. I have learn not to let me thoughts be seen because you never know the outcome of the situation at hand.


Imagine if know one helped the president with the delivery of a speech. Or your favorite athletic was never coached. Perhaps if feed back didn't exist there would be no Michael Jordan's or perfected State of the union address's. Feedback is hard it was something that I had to really get use to. Its hard to hear the things that you are not good at but maturity is hearing what you need to improve and perfecting what once was a weakness.

Saturday, March 21, 2015

Communicating with Other Cultures

Before taking my last class on Diversity, I was guilty of a silly microagression.  Have you ever spoken to a person who does not speak English?  Have they ever not understood you?  And if so, what did you do?  I used to scream almost....then after watching a television show, or seeing this on the internet or something, I realized that talking louder does not make the person understand.  You are just speaking louder gibberish.

I changed the way I spoke after I realized how ridiculous I was.  Instead of yelling. I tried speaking slower and letting the person read my lips.  I also use gestures and work hard to make sure that my lips are forming the word correctly.  This has helped my communciation with other cultures 100 fold.
Spell...dont yell. :0

Sunday, March 8, 2015

Muted Mutiny

So my daughter watches pretty much everything that Shonda Rhymes puts on television.  She watches a show called Grey's Anatomy, she says for the cute doctor.  Nonetheless, I decided to pull an episode up on on demand.....it was interesting.

I watched it on mute.  I thought that the husband and wife on the show were arguing about perhaps a procedure that had gone wrong in the hospital, or one of them had done something wrong and they were arguing about it.  I could not tell who had done the wrong thing in the hospital but during their fight, it seemed as though the husband was the one in the wrong.  It also seemed like the wife dropped an ultimatum at the end, like she was going to quit the hospital or something. 

I went back and watched the episode.  The couple was arguing, but not for the reason I thought.  They had differing believes on raising children.  One was a believer in God and the other was not.  The child that they were trying to save in the hospital needed an ear transplant that the parents did not want to approve the transplant for.  This lead to an argument about how to raise a child between the two doctors.  The female doctor did drop a bomb....though not that she was quitting or leaving the hospital, but that she was pregnant....DUH DUNH DUUUUUHHHHHH!!!

The communication needed the sound so that I could understand the reasons behind the frustration.  Without that background knowledge, I was making unfair assumptions and judgements for no reason, or at least the wrong reasons.  We do this for the wrong reasons, judge people, effective listening helps us to hear the whole unbiased argument and assess correctly.

Saturday, March 7, 2015

Effective Communicator



I think that the president of the United States is an effective communicator.  He is cool under fire, calm under criticism, clear, and certain.  Whether or not we agree with his methods or his message, we all understand it. President Obama is charismatic and understanding in his approach yet unwavering and methodical.  He seems well informed on what ever it is that he is responding to or reacting to.  There are many difficult things that cross his desk and he is able to handle them all in such a  way that the American people are not worried and are willing, for the most part, to stand together as a country and face whatever the issue is.

     In addition, President Obama is abreast of any new communications that arise and is able to communicate on various social media platforms as well as the traditional methods of written and oral.  He also commits in very difficult times such as war, injury a, and distress.    Any person of any age that speaks English should understand our president with no problem.

President Obama and I are around the same age.  I think what is so amazing about him is his charm and cool.  I am no way able to keep my cool when things are in disarray or when there is someone who is around that is disrespectful on purpose,  I am ready and fearless to speak my mind but I do not think that I could keep my be as in control of my emotions as he is.  Evem if I cold manage to keep my emotions at bay, and my voice calm, my eyes or hands would more than likely give up what I am really thinking.  

Saturday, February 28, 2015

Hopes and Goals

My hope is this:

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America is going to outgrow its intolerance for difference.  It has no choice.  We have seen this progression slowly but we are getting there.  If we are steady and supportive, our America can look like all of us.

My goal:

To become even more a part of the solution, to help one person at a time, through my conversations, through my teachings and through my teachings in my career.

I would like to thank everyone who took the time to read my blog and left comments.  I thank all of you for your contributions to my understanding and my outlook.  Thank you and congratulations on the close of this quarter.


Sunday, February 22, 2015

My Marvelous Moroccan Family

The country I choose is Morrocco.  The only thing I know about Morrocco is that it is in Africa, is said to be beautiful and that Mariah Carey named one of her children after the country.

1.  The first thing that I will do, obviously, is look into the language that is spoken in the region and at least learn to speak some formalities.

2.  The second thing that I plan to do is to research the culture, religion and customs of Morrocco so as to not, by accident, or through ignorance offend them or their native customs.

3.  I will research recipies to make the stay for them here in America as comfortable as possible.

4.  I will research any known Morrocon Immigrants or at least native inhabitants of somewhere close to line up a support group for their comfort and companionship

5.  I will make sure that they have access to religious necessities if needed, and that I am aware of any national celebrations, major events in the countries history that will aid me in making them feel comfortable, or aid me in conversations with this family.

I am excited to know that I wll have the opportunity to host a family from the fantastic country of Morroco.  In this country, I am African American and female.  In many ways my stay in this country has been electric, rewarding, amazing, and filled with all the wonder one can imagine.  And other times, I have felt a small and insignificant as one can imagine.  My goal in hosting this family, is to provide the comfort outside of home, and to show humanity, regardless of country or region and to show them the best of being human. 


Saturday, February 14, 2015

My Experience With Unspoken Bias

I can remember never getting new books in school.  That feeling of opening a book and smelling the newness, of hearing the creases crack with unuse, and the pages being stuck together with freshness was never something that I got to partake in.  When I got my books, they were used, worn, and already had someone elses name in them already.  My name was never the first name to go in.  I can remember getting textbooks at the beginning of the year and every year hoping that my name would be the first to go in my book, and year after year it never was.

This was not a spoken microagression, in fact, it was quite the silent discrimination, yet it did not go unnoticed by me or anyone else around me.  We (Black students) knew that in the other schools with White kids got brand new books and we were shipped their old ones.

There are many movies that are coming out that are reminiscent of these times.  They seek to tell these stories and perhaps even marvel at the long way we have come to be equal in this country.  Yet sadly, when we turn on the news and see some of the travesties that befall Blacks, and Native American's as recent as a few days ago, we must sill realize that we have quite a long way to go before we recognize and heal the riff that has long separated us from understanding, cooperation, and love.

This class is great, but should be offered in school every year until graduation.  This would help sovle a lifteime of madness.