The Woman You Don’t Want to Know
Well, Jenny and I had our interviews today for Art of Interviewing. We both screwed up, I more than she. We didn’t introduce ourselves or the agency (a therapeutic foster care agency) and we didn’t do a summary of what we were going to be going over. Jenny said I did better with the interview because I didn’t look at the questions as much. I knew the questions, though, since I’d come up with them. Since we were interviewing each other, we could answer however we wanted. Well, I decided to be a cold-hearted woman. I told her that I didn’t want Muslim/Arab kids and that I didn’t want kids with any attention problems or acted up. I said if a child in my care overate, I would padlock the fridge. Then I told her that I spanked my own kids, so I would spank the foster kids as well. I also said that I was only in it because it paid “good money”. I said a lot of things that I knew would get me turned down or at least cause me to go through a little more training. Jenny didn’t pick up on any of it, and our teacher said that with the spanking of the kids, she should have explained that the agency doesn’t allow for corporal punishment. I guess it was unfair that I went so far because I knew the rules for foster care and I don’t think Jenny did, but I had so much fun. I never get to act anymore. I wish I could take a drama class, but my memory is so shot that I couldn’t do the class properly. Besides A&M has no drama program.
In November, I’m supposed to present a chapter for Diverse Populations. I have a partner, but she’s never in class, so I figure that she won’t be doing anything for the presentation. It will all be on me. Now I get to figure out how to teach 11 people what struggles black Americans have gone through in this country. Isn’t it ironic that the only white girl in the class gets the black chapter? I think my teacher did it on purpose.
I’m always tempted to type out the names of my teachers, but I know that if I did, something bad would probably happen. It’s hard to refer to all of them as ‘my teacher’ or ‘the teacher’. I’m used to saying there names.
I had to go to a conference on Monday morning about disabilities in the elderly. I don’t think I learned anything. I did get a copy of an Advance Directive, a living will and health care proxy. I’m thinking of copying it and filling it out. I’m not sure who I’d put as my proxies. The only two people that I know that know my wishes are my parents, so would it be right to list one as one proxy and the other as the other? I know that I couldn’t pick my grandmother and probably couldn’t pick my maternal aunt. They would want to keep me around, but that’s not what I want.
After the conference, I came back to my dorm room to eat my lunch–cottage cheese and mandarin oranges. Well, I was sitting on the bed eating. I had my bowl between my legs. Well, I had been drinking water as I ate the oranges. When I went to put my bottle up, I shifted my legs. The cottage cheese and juice/syrup went everywhere. I spent a good deal of my “lunch time” cleaning up the bed and my pants.
I’m really annoyed with my body, but even moreso with the Seasonale that is supposed to be helping my body function better. It is supposed to keep my hypermenorrhagia in check, but it’s causing me to bleed between periods. It’s actually heavier than my periods have been. I’ve decided to up my iron to keep the anemia coming back, especially since I don’t eat as much anymore. It’s just frustrating that a pill that is supposed to keep me from bleeding is causing me to bleed. When I finally get a new gynecologist, I’m switching pills.
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With regards to your teacher giving you the assignment about the struggles that blacks have faced in this country, I think it was intentional and I think it was a wise choice on her part. Does the assignment intimidate you? Why do you seem to feel that her having specifically chosen you was a bad thing?
We learn about others by knowing and studying them. Knowledge about differences is never a bad thing and exposing ourselves to things with which we are uncomfortable is promoting growth. While I understand that you might feel uncomfortable as the only white student in the class making a presentation on the struggle of African Americans, there is certainly nothing wrong with your teacher having chose to expose you to new cultural insights in this way. View it as a challenge, one which will only equip with you more strength.
Sorry that the interview didn’t go as well as you would have liked it too. At least now you have a better idea of what to do when a real one comes along. As for your other class I am sure you will do just fine showing the struggles of African Americans.
I absolutely hate when I spill something on myself or onto my bed. I just end up feeling stupid for even eating on a none solid place.
Haha I would have been a cold-hearted woman too. It is fun to do stuff like that. I would enjoy drama too. Too bad I’m a loser and didn’t finish school
I had to take iron pills too and man did they make me constipated. I know it’s gross… but true.
I agree with this… I think that I would definitely still be intimidated, despite the learning experience. I would be worried that I would still get looked upon as though I didn’t know what I was talking about, know what I mean? In a “how could she really know what the struggles were like?” kinda way.
Either way, I hope the presentation goes well… and I hope the other girl decides to participate.
I wanted to check out Seasonale. I’m sorry you’re having a bad experience with them. I take Alesse, it’s a lower hormone dosage. I was on Ortho Tricyclen but it made me break out BAD.
1.) My teacher is a man.
2.) The assignment doesn’t intimidate me.
3.) I never said it was a bad thing.
4.) I don’t need the whole we need to learn things speech. I know it by heart. I was just saying how ironic it was that I, being the only white person in the classroom, got the assignment. Irony doesn’t mean bad. It just means irony.