Today I woke up at 6:45
AM after falling asleep at 2:05 AM. It seems like it’s inevitable that I only
receive four hours of sleep each day. I woke up early and all of the women on
my floor, my RA, and I went to go get breakfast together. I went up to get
breakfast and realized that there were no tongs for me to pick up my pancake
with. Then, I politely asked the lunch lady where they were and with no reply I
proceeded to pick up one. She began to scold me and tell me that I had to use
the tongs with she had in her hand and not available to me. This really made my
day start off on a bad note, because she was extremely rude for no reason and I
didn’t even see that she had the tongs in her possession. I began to think
about how I could use this as a learning experience and instead of getting
offended by her unprofessionalism I decided to forgive her and infer that she
was exhausted from working in the kitchen for all the hours. Previously in the
blog prior to this one I wrote about a rude Starbucks employee being rude to me
and me reacting to her judgement by responding. Instead of arguing with rude people I am learning to be the bigger
person and walk away.
One of Brown University's Dining Halls |
After breakfast Sonya
and I tried to find the building for our first Women and Leadership class. We could not figure out how to get there and
ending up asking for directions from several miscellaneous strangers. As I asked for directions I met my new friend,
Ruchi, she is Indian and loves to have explore the campus.
With Ruchi’s help we
managed to get to class on time and we ended up sitting next to each other
during class. Our class was from 9 AM to 11:30 AM and then we had a lunch break
from 11:30 AM to 1:00 PM after the lunch break class resumed from 1 PM to 3 PM.
I never imagined that people in college had so much freedom, but an unusually strenuous
class schedule. I think that this might have actually been one of the easier
class days, but after being sleep deprived I didn’t feel as energetic as I should
have.
Ruchi Amin |
When class began Dean Almandrez and the leadership teacher assistants introduced
themselves. Dean Almandrez asked us to tell the group of name, where we are
from, what gender specific pronoun would we prefer to be called by, and to tell
the class one hope and one hope not. I already knew about Sarah Day, because she
is the RA on my floor and I meet her yesterday. The other TA was Heidi, whom I had
never met before directly due to her being a RA on a different floor. I saw her
at the Leadership Institute community meeting, but I never had the chance to
interact with her. She is hilarious and really decreases the amount of
anxiousness in the room and this makes the class a lot enjoyable. I introduced
myself after Sarah Day and I said, “Hi, my name is Alicia and I’m from El
Sobrante, California, I don’t have a specific gender pronoun that I prefer, but
she and her is just fine. I hope that we can all be civilized while hearing opinions
that differ from our own. I hope that people don’t feed into the drama that is
often associated with women. “I felt all of the eyes in the room examining me
and felt like the girls were already judging me. At this moment in time I did
not feel comfortable enough to jump in any of the discussions, but after a
while my comfort level began to expand. My professor is so relatable and
authentic oftentimes we have negative connotations about an average college
professor but she completely defies these stereotypes.
During class we
discussed the seven categories of “otherness” which are gender, sexuality,
socioeconomic status, ethnicity/race, ability, religion, and age. We broke off into groups to discuss three of
these terms that affect us the most throughout our lives and I chose
ethnicity/race, gender, and socioeconomic status. I chose ethnicity, because
when you are a young African- American women people automatically think that
you are loud, ignorant, ghetto, and rude. Society believes all of the
stereotypes that they have been shown, because that is all they have ever known
to be “true”. I am used to be the only minority and excluded from most groups
or interrogated about topics that were attributed with being a stereotypical African-
American female. Most people will never know what it’s like to be followed
around a store, because people assume that you are going to steal something. Most
people will never know what it’s like to be labeled as “white-washed”, because
she are articulate and don’t act like certain African Americans in an average
society. These African-Americans are not complete representations of whom black
people are, but that is as far as society cares to investigate. There are
plenty of black people who are intelligent and making an impact in their
communities, but these positive behaviors are never advertised or rewarded with
acknowledgement.
After another exercise
we went on a lunch break and I had to go back to the dining hall which I dreaded
to my previous experience with a certain staff member. I quickly decided that
it would be wise for me to go to the other lunch lady who I presumed would not
look at me as if I had just harmed an entire community.
As I finished eating
Crystal, Shraddha, and I returned to the Thomas J. Watson, Sr. Center for
Information Technology building
to watch a film on single stories. In this film
Nigerian author, Chimamanda Ngozi Adichi read discussed several experiences
that she has had throughout her life where societies misconceptions on a certain category has lead us to believe that
they are valid. She talks about the things that she has read or watched that
made her view a particular demographic in a negative way, because that is the
only thing that she knew. I enjoyed watching the film and learned that instead
of assuming that someone will live up to the stereotype they are associated
with that we should get to know them and base our conclusions off of which they
show themselves to be.
After we watched the
film on Chimamanda Ngozi Adichi we discussed what it means have a darker
complexion than the people who you are surrounded by. Most of the girls talked
about how in their cultures it is more appealing to be light-skinned. In every
culture the darker you are the uglier people perceive you to be. I was really
appalled by some of the comments that were spouting out of my fellow classmates
mouths. I felt as though some of the more socioeconomically advanced people
felt as though those views were true, but did not have the gall to say it which
I felt made them look exceedingly unaware. I was not offended for they were
uninformed on what true beauty is and most likely had not experienced people
from various backgrounds. The woman I was one day ago would have gotten
defensive, but part of our class is learning how to control your emotions
within an environment in a combative based setting.
After class I walked around with Ruchi and we went back
to Perkins Hall to converse with one another in more depth. I can already see
that I am changing my abrasive behavior and learning how to accept opinions
that I don’t agree with. The last event of the day was at Sayles Hall and it
was an activity which determined what type of leader you are. They used four
directions: North, South, East, and West to describe different leadership types
and made you select the one that mostly embodied your beliefs. I chose North,
because it describes a leader who is decisive and knows what she needs her team
members to do in order to accomplish that task at hand punctually. The bad side
of this leadership type is that the leader can be very controlling and does not
care about the feelings or opinion of others if it means getting the job done.
I do not feel as though this accurately describes me, because I do care about
other people’s opinions and I hope that they feel comfortable enough around me
to pitch them to me.
At the end of the day I
gained a lot of insight and managed to learn about being a leader without being
too harsh. I am one step closer to being the women who I know that I can be and
can’t wait to see what else might transpire within the next few days.
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