See You Later, Drake

A Bulldog and a future Bulldog (Class of 2033)

I’ve been at this place before.  I’ve said goodbye to Drake, knowing that this campus will always have a special place in my heart.  This time is different though.  When I graduated, I pretty much had to leave and this time, the choice was a little different.  There are no hard feelings here; just a realization that it is time to move on to the next chapter in my journey called life.

I like to think that my Drake experience is unique.  I’m sure my mother had no idea that her daughter would walk the same campus she did nearly 25 years after her, let alone end up working for her alma mater.   I would often get asked if my mother forced me to come to Drake and the answer is no.  She always referenced her time at Drake as the best four years of her life and as it turns out, I had some pretty amazing experiences as a student myself. 

During my time as an undergraduate, I came into my own.  I ultimately decided that I wanted to attend Drake because no one else from my high school class would be there.  I wanted to start fresh and that is just what I did.  Within the first week of classes, I met Barack Obama and truthfully, I didn’t even know who he was.  Looking back, that moment was priceless.  By the time my first year of college ended, I met him again and I also had the chance to meet Michelle Obama.  The pictures I was able to take with them will be cherished forever.  There are countless other moments, memories and experiences that would take forever to recount, but have shaped me into the person I am today.

My time at Drake, as both a student and an employee, is shaped by my academic experience, of course, but also by the relationships that I was able to create and maintain.  When meeting prospective students, I often share with them the fact that I could call President Maxwell and he knows exactly who I am.  He even shared running tips with me during an alumni event in Phoenix back in 2011.  I think the transition back to Drake in 2012 was so effortless because of the relationships I made as an undergraduate. Coming back felt like I never left.

I will be physically absent from Drake on a daily basis, but that is just fine.  The memories, the people and these two degrees are with me forever.   

How you can love and hate social media...at the same damn time!

It's hard to believe that I'm almost ten years out of high school.  (Well, barely eight, but still...)

I started talking to some of my classmates and decided that we should start now with the planning of our reunion in 2016.  As I went through my phone contact list, I realized that I could contact maybe 10 (at most) of my classmates without using Facebook.  I still had to open my yearbook to remember names (don't judge me!)

Anywho, the point of that story is, without Facebook, I wouldn't know how to reach former classmates to ask for their assistance in planning our reunion.  For that reason, I can vibe with Facebook.  There are other reasons why I see the benefit of Facebook and other social media platforms.  

I learn many new things from those I follow on Twitter, especially the various media outlets.  Tweeters (is that what we are called?) get the news as it unfolds, instead of waiting for the 5 o' clock news.  It is also a place where discussion can be healthy and lively.  Two people can agree to disagree, all within 140 characters.  Instragram has its perks as well, including the fact that a person no longer needs words to tell their story.  I also appreciated social media during my trip to South Africa in 2012 when I had the opportunity to share my journey with my family and friends.  Twitter came in handy once when I was tweeting about my dissatisfaction with a Delta flight.  Someone responded and I actually got a $50 flight voucher (not bad at all!) Finally, one of the best parts of Twitter is the pure comedy that ensues when an awards show comes on.

But then there is not so pretty side of social media.  I find that it is easy to judge others when they spell things incorrectly, use the wrong verb tense, or just simply share what I perceive to be very personal information. (I am guilty of all of these judgements).  We all know that one person who can't figure out the difference between your and you're (#petpeeve).  We all know that one person who finds something wrong with everything in life.  I can't forget that passive aggressive person who is talking to another individual who probably doesn't even read their status updates or tweets.  

While I haven't experienced cyberbullying personally, I do understand how real this.  An opinion piece published in today's Kansas City Star talked about how social media is killing Daisy Coleman, a high school student in Maryville, MO and alleged sexual assault victim. Daisy is currently recovering from a suicide attempt after swallowing pills.  

Apparently, she got more backlash (do a Goggle search for the entire story) on Facebook after attending a party over the weekend and ended up in the hospital days later.  Whatever happened or didn't happen in regards to this case is for the courts to decide.  Either way, other people do not have the right to these platforms to harass another human being.

To bring it back home...

I find that I have to step away from social media every now and then just to get away from other people's lives.  Of course, there is the entertainment value and glimpse into what old friends and acquaintances are up to, but I always wonder if we get people's true self via Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and the countless other networks. 

Think about it like this: your social media presence is your chance to build your brand.  You are your own PR rep.  Why wouldn't you want to show off your best side? Your vacation trips?  The flowers your man got you?  The new shoes you bought.? Your straight A's?

While that is all well and good, it's not totally representative of your life.  We experience ups and downs that maybe shouldn't be blasted over the internet.  There is a very fine line of showing that you have it all together and remembering that there are real emotions behind every status update and tweet.

I do sometimes wonder what life would be like if social media didn't exist.  Maybe there would be a little less judgment, a few more phone calls instead a timeline posts, and for the sake of Daisy and other teenagers like her, even less cyberbullying. 

Mentorship Matters

I had a moment today.  

I went to visit my Little Sister today and as I was preparing to leave and let her know that I would see her next week, she gives me a hug.  I left her school, feeling all warm and fuzzy on the inside.

It might not sound like much, but it made me realize that I matter to her.  Every week, she looks forward to our visits and her constant question each week is, “How much time do we have left?” If I miss a day or even have to switch from a Wednesday to a different day, she wants to know why.

Growing up, I had a Big Sister for a while and I would start to look forward to seeing her as well.  The difference in being a Little Sister and having a Little Sister is that my Big Sister would pick me up from home and I visit my Little at her school each week.  (Big Brothers Big Sisters offers different ways of involvement to fit each volunteers lifestyle, school-based and community-based).  I didn’t realize the importance of this relationship and others like it until I got older.  Why would someone just volunteer their time (and money in some instances) to spend time with me? Maybe my Little Sister wonders the same thing at times, but it all makes sense now.

This concept of “the village” is real.  Different people come around to play different roles in the lives of children.  My Little Sister is one of six children, so the hour we spend together each week is an hour where it is all about her and I believe that it is important.  The popular conversation about misguided youth continues, but we, the village and community, have to look at ourselves at some point and ask, “What are we doing to help?”

As much as I try, I know that individually I can’t change the world, but I can work within my scope to be that mentor, volunteer and positive influence on a young child who simply needs a reminder that someone cares. 

For those of you who are already mentors and volunteers, remember that you matter.  My challenge to others who have not yet accepted the role, don’t be afraid. Perfection is not required for this role.  All you need is a willing heart and your time.      

Let’s Celebrate Fathers on Father’s Day

Honestly, I’ve never really celebrated Father’s Day.  My brother and I were raised by our wonderful single mother and the story goes just as you might think; my father was not around to help raise us.  There were male influences in my life such as my uncle, who although doesn’t have any children of his own, has always been around as an additional support system.

Although the day has come and gone this year, I noticed this year how the holiday has turned into a second celebration of sorts for single mothers.   One of the biggest reasons I noticed that provided justification for this: “My mother has played the role of both mother and father in my life.”

Frankly, that is (nearly) impossible. 

I read an article on Bossip (click the link for the article and don’t judge me in the process) about Hallmark Cards and its promotion of this concept.  Apparently, the company has produced a card that people can purchase for their mother on Father’s Day.  My issue is that the card is produced under the Mahogany line, which is targeted toward the Black community.  It sounds like a promotion of stereotypes within our community, the one that says single parenthood is the norm.

As great as my mother was and will always be, there is no way she can fill the void my father left.  She truly did the best she could with the circumstances given.  However, there are some memories I’ve seen other female friends experience that I will never know anything about such as my father being present on prom night or the feeling of being Daddy’s little girl.  I watch my brother with my niece and smile on the inside, mostly because I can tell she loves her dad and also because I know that she will get to feel what I've missed out on.

Maybe this celebration of single mothers on Father’s Day is a matter of us breaking with tradition, but in my opinion, there is no need to in this case.  We do more acknowledgement of absent fathers than we do of fathers who play their roles well.  I don’t believe in giving people accolades for things they are supposed to do, but we must learn to celebrate the positive instead of harboring on the negative.  I also recognize that there are many men, including those close to me, who are tackiling this fatherhood thing without proper modeling and doing a very good job at it. 

I do think this should further the discussion about the need for fathers to take their rightful place in their children’s lives.  Even if the romantic relationship doesn’t work out between the mother and father, that is no excuse for absence on the part of either parent. (As hard as the concept may be to grasp, there are some absent mothers as well).  

And with that being said, don’t wait until designated holidays to show appreciation for your parents. Any day is a good day to do so.  I only ask that when it is time to let people shine, whether it be Mother’s Day, Father’s Day or their birthday, please let them have their moment.  A final thought: check out "From Fatherless to Fatherhood," a documentary which explores the importance of fatherhood.

Mentorship is everybody's business

"You can't aim for what you can't see."

I just finished reading one of the most inspirational books ever, "The Pact," written by three Black males who made a collective decision as high school friends to become doctors.  They faced adversity no doubt, but they stayed dedicated to their goal and accomplished it.  The quote above signifies the biggest takeaway that I got from the book.  

A part of my job is to create and implement pipeline programming for high school students of color, with the goal of exposing students to the possibilities of a legal education and higher education in general.  Many students in the Des Moines area see Drake as a school that is not accessible, with people that do not look like them on its campus.  With these programs, we have the opportunity to change the perspective of these students and allow them to visit a college campus, sometimes for the very first time in their lives.  Once they visit campus, the students can better visualize themselves as college students (and maybe even Drake students one day!)
Think about this: how did you know what you wanted to be (or didn't want to be) when you grew up? There was some level of exposure.  

This book (and the quote above) reinforces the importance of modeling and mentoring.  I used to want to be a teacher, but was shut down (with love) by my mother who has been an educator for nearly 30 years.  I used to "play" school for fun and I attribute this desire to be in the field of education based on my exposure to the profession.  I've found my way into the field in my own way, but I could have easily followed down another path and lived up to the low expectations that exist for girls who grow up without their incarcerated fathers (another blog topic for another day...)  

Mentoring is equally important and the authors of "The Pact" talk about this as a key component in their lives.  They realized how positive influences could make a difference and they sought out resources on their campus and even threw parties to raise money so they could set up a mentoring program for students in Newark, New Jersey schools.  Again, the modeling and mentoring is key.  The students from the local schools were able to establish relationships with college students, something that maybe they could have only dreamed about at one point.  I think about my role as a Big Sister with Big Brothers Big Sisters of Central Iowa and know that I am doing something positive when it comes to having a relationship with my Little Sister, even if some of the effects are not seen for years to come.  

My challenge to my peers (and anyone else who has the opportunity) is to be a mentor/model in some capacity.  We have no room to complain about the next generation being "lost" or without hope when we have the power to help break cycles.  Another reason why I love Delta is that they have taken the lead on this with the establishment and implementation of programs such as Delta GEMS, Delta Academy and EMBODI and I am excited about how I can also help with these programs in the forthcoming program year.

This task of mentoring does not come without its challenges.  Even while mentoring young people in capacities outside of the home, the reality is that we have to combat issues of uninvolved parents, poverty, generational curses, peer pressure, among others.  We see in "The Pact" where peer pressure was a positive thing and became about the men being accountability partners for each other.  They didn't let one person fall and that is how we must be with ourselves, then encourage the next generation to do the same with their peers.  

Looking Back and Pressing On: 2012 Reflections

2012.

I must admit, this year overall was great. I'd give it a gold star!

I felt the need to have a moment of reflection upon this year as it ends and 2013 takes over.

One word to describe this year: blessings. Major accomplishments and many firsts. I had an amazing opportunity to travel on my first international trip to South Africa and Botswana. On that trip, I ate antelope and crocodile. Ask me if I thought that would ever happen in the US...

I had the chance to go hiking for the first time this year and even tried my luck at skiing. Throw in two major haircuts and a milestone birthday too!

I was able to continue toward my journey of visiting the 50 states this year and added Idaho, Oregon, Colorado, Pennsylvania, and Maryland to my list. (25 states down, 25 more to go!) Oh yeah, I finished a masters degree, a goal that I set out to accomplish by 25 and instead had the completed diploma on my wall at 24.

Relocating back home was also pretty major. While I began the year as an Arizona resident, I was determined not to finish it. I'm very grateful for my new job at my alma mater where I'm blessed with the opportunity to talk with prospective law students all across the country.  (Not to mention the chance to rack up these frequent flyer miles and hotel points). 

I have no desire to make resolutions for 2013, for many reasons.  The most important thing for me is to constantly strive toward self-improvement and I don’t need a calendar to dictate that.   In this moment, I’d just like to keep basking in the blessings that manifested themselves in the year 2012.

Skiing adventures in Denver

Robben Island (South Africa)

Graduation day!

Mt. Elden (Flagstaff, AZ)

25 years old already?!

I've been 25 for a week already. It was also a week ago today that President Barack Obama won his reelection bid to the White House. It's crazy how much we anticipate important dates. The date comes, goes and time continues to fly.

But to me, this milestone is important and deserving of reflection. I remember being a 15 year old high school freshman fast forward 10 years, I'm a 25 year old working professional. 10 years ago is when I met some people who I can still call friends to this day, friends who are successful in their own right.

My 24th year of life will be defined by my trip to South Africa and Botswana. An amazing experience that I never saw coming, yet I'm so grateful. At 23, I made it a goal to earn a masters degree by the age of 25 (see previous blog post), but through a crazy grind, dedication and God's grace, the mission was accomplished.

What does year #25 have in store? 

Continued preparation for the future, no doubt. I'd like to have a PhD behind my name soon, but I believe it is important to do it when I'm ready.  After being in school since the age of 3, I think I could take a year or two off.  Traveling is definitely in my future as well.  My mission to travel the 50 states is halfway complete.  I'd like to continue to grow, to challenge myself, stretch and expand.  

For the next 357 days, I'll proudly rock and represent 25 the best way I know how!