This past Friday, April 24, 2009 was Relay for Life held on the intramural fields. I had always been very involved in Relay for Life back at home during high school but because I was so busy I was unable to put as much of my time into it this year. I really regret that because I love relay for life so much and cancer is something that everyone is or will be touched by at some point in their lives. For me my grandmother fought breast cancer but my fourth grade teacher lost the battle. Relay for Life was a bitter sweet moment for me because it made me thankful for my grandmother but also made me miss my teacher really bad. She was like a best friend to me before she past and every year during Relay for Life I really felt like I connected with her again.
This year almost all the Greek organizations along with a few non-Greek gathered on the intramural fields to walk in honor of those we have loved and lost. Phi Mu ended up raising approximately $1,000 to donate to cancer research. Even though that’s not a lot of money, it still helps the cause. There was a booth there that was a jail. It was really cute. You paid to put someone in then someone else had to pay and get them out. It was very entertaining!! I am definitely not following in my footsteps next year during relay, I am going to get right in there and help out more than I did this year, because that it one cause that is worth fighting for.
Monday, April 27, 2009
Step Show
I did the scariest, most fun thing in the world Thursday night. I was in Step Show. It was freaking awesome and I loved every minute of it. We didn’t win but I think we did very well. Even though we all did it to represent Phi Mu and win the trophy, we got so much out of it other than a trophy. I got the privilege to spend good quality time with some of my senior sisters who I don’t think I would have gotten to know if it wasn’t for step show. Despite not getting first, I felt like a winner because we practiced sooooo hard for so long and we all got to know each other very well it made all the late night practices worth it. The show is posted on my facebook . You should go check it out. It’s not the best quality but it works. I would have to say that doing step show was one of the key points to this semester. It got me involved with my Phi Mu sisters and it allowed me to show a different side to myself. If any of my sissies see this post, I love you all and loved stepping beside you and I had the best time with every single one of you!!!
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Writing Festival
Much to my surprise, Ashley and I were able to present at the writing festival. We were not expecting to present but it turned out to be fun. As we were sitting at our table with our fellow students we got the present our “Money” poem to the people walking by. Some people liked it and some just kept walking around probably thinking we were a little crazy. It was fun because we got to also see other students projects that were really interesting. There was one about advertising and it really caught my eye. The girls made a big poster with examples of ads that were not necessarily degrading women but ads that made women think that they have to be a certain size, use certain makeup, and have certain men with them. Another project that I really liked was a group of students who made music by beating on buckets. They were very interesting in their music and beat selection. I loved the creativity in their project and really enjoyed listening to their music.
The Clothesline Project
On April 2nd, I went with Ashley Jay to the UC and walked around the event called the Clothesline Project put on by the Women’s Center here at Tech. We walked in thinking we would be in there for about 5 or 10 minutes, but we ended up looking at the shirts for over 30 minutes.
Walking in I didn’t know exactly what to expect. I had never heard of or done anything like that before, but to my surprise it was an interesting experience to say the least. There were shirts hanging up on clotheslines everywhere. I’d say there were close to 300 shirts expressing people’s feelings toward rape, abuse, assault, death, etc. The shirts were all different. There were no two that were alike. They were made by people who have experienced these tragic situations and also shirts in remembrance of someone who had died from an abuser. I walked through and read every shirt. There was no possible way that you could pass a shirt by and not read what it had to say. I never realized that so many people suffer, just in our own community, from these disgusting acts. As I was walking by, reading these shirts I couldn’t help but ask myself why. Why do some fathers molest their daughters? Why would you lay a hand on your wife who you supposedly love so dearly? I still don’t understand why things like this happen in the world, but just from reading those shirts, I now understand that it happens all the time even in places and to people that you don’t expect.
As I was walking out, I noticed a little 18-24 month size sweater and on the front all if said in blue sharpie was “I was only this big”. This was the most disturbing and touching shirt there. That poor little girl was put through hell for no reason. I still don’t understand.
Walking in I didn’t know exactly what to expect. I had never heard of or done anything like that before, but to my surprise it was an interesting experience to say the least. There were shirts hanging up on clotheslines everywhere. I’d say there were close to 300 shirts expressing people’s feelings toward rape, abuse, assault, death, etc. The shirts were all different. There were no two that were alike. They were made by people who have experienced these tragic situations and also shirts in remembrance of someone who had died from an abuser. I walked through and read every shirt. There was no possible way that you could pass a shirt by and not read what it had to say. I never realized that so many people suffer, just in our own community, from these disgusting acts. As I was walking by, reading these shirts I couldn’t help but ask myself why. Why do some fathers molest their daughters? Why would you lay a hand on your wife who you supposedly love so dearly? I still don’t understand why things like this happen in the world, but just from reading those shirts, I now understand that it happens all the time even in places and to people that you don’t expect.
As I was walking out, I noticed a little 18-24 month size sweater and on the front all if said in blue sharpie was “I was only this big”. This was the most disturbing and touching shirt there. That poor little girl was put through hell for no reason. I still don’t understand.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Poems
Poems!!!!
“The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” By T.S. Eliot
I think this poem is really confusing. At one point I thought it was about a person who was dying, then I thought it was about someone who is getting old and was doing all the things they wanted to do in their lives. It starts off sounding just like a love poem. I interpreted it to be describing two love birds times together. But then it talks about the women in the room talking about Michelangelo and that just through me way off.
London By William Blake
I think this poem is about some observing things going on in the world. Maybe during a time of weakness because he talks about seeing tears and fear in everyone he sees. I interpreted in the last stanza that he is talking about a prostitute or harlot and that she gets pregnant and the man who sleeps with her, his marriage is now dead.
Witness by Alison Watkins
This 3D poem has lots of beautiful paintings of women, gazing at objects or into the open. I think this signifies who the witness is. I perceived from the poem that she was speaking on behalf of women and that women witness lots of things and that its not ok to keep your mouth closed, you must speak out to be a witness.
The First Language
I believe that this 3D poem talks about many different kinds of language; language between animals, non verbal communication and speaking. I like her comparison to speaking and the rain, how it comes and goes. Language is something that we will always have but it is different everywhere and it tends to come and go (as changing over time).
“The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” By T.S. Eliot
I think this poem is really confusing. At one point I thought it was about a person who was dying, then I thought it was about someone who is getting old and was doing all the things they wanted to do in their lives. It starts off sounding just like a love poem. I interpreted it to be describing two love birds times together. But then it talks about the women in the room talking about Michelangelo and that just through me way off.
London By William Blake
I think this poem is about some observing things going on in the world. Maybe during a time of weakness because he talks about seeing tears and fear in everyone he sees. I interpreted in the last stanza that he is talking about a prostitute or harlot and that she gets pregnant and the man who sleeps with her, his marriage is now dead.
Witness by Alison Watkins
This 3D poem has lots of beautiful paintings of women, gazing at objects or into the open. I think this signifies who the witness is. I perceived from the poem that she was speaking on behalf of women and that women witness lots of things and that its not ok to keep your mouth closed, you must speak out to be a witness.
The First Language
I believe that this 3D poem talks about many different kinds of language; language between animals, non verbal communication and speaking. I like her comparison to speaking and the rain, how it comes and goes. Language is something that we will always have but it is different everywhere and it tends to come and go (as changing over time).
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