Sunday, June 19, 2011

Thank you

After pursuing a Communication Studies major at the University of North Carolina Wilmington, I am know more knowledgeable of what factors it takes from myself, along with all parties involved in an organization; in order to gain ultimate success in the workplace.  Looking back on all the valuable information I have learned from the past four years (utilizing  textbooks, videos, scholarly journals, in-depth interviews  and endless class notes) and other available resources, I am able to fully comprehend what particular communication strategies and knowledge will be useful for me in my professional future.
Upon completing my final summer classes, I am striving to become a news reporter.  According to the oh-so-familiar  Forté Profiles, I am described as, “Very outgoing and friendly, having a warm, non-threatening, easygoing manner…She [I] will delegate both authority and details and is [am] very big-picture oriented.”  This description reflects me and my ultimate career precisely.  Throughout college, the realization of the statement, there is no “I” in the word “team” and making sure that others can depend on you to pull your own weight in an organization and get the job done came into play.  Being a good listener is key and speaking up when you have creative suggestions that will overall improve any project, in order to make the end result the best it can be.
It is embedded in me that I need to be a valuable team member and others can count on me.  Possessing an exceptional “professional attitude” will take me far in my tasks and in due course my career of reporting.  Having confidence along with a high sense of worth will ultimately aid me in my profession.  There is always going to be a leader when it comes to working and getting a job done.  Whether this leader is me or someone else; the position is necessary in order to make finishing decisions, making sure other voices are heard and to balance both the competitive and cooperative aspects of human nature (i.e. communication) successfully within a group.  It is important to distinguish and possess communication between leaders and organization members in order to increase efficiency, employee satisfaction and co-worker relationships; while decreasing confusion, argumentation and other damaging effects that can arise.                                                                    
I have enjoyed the communication classes I have participated in throughout college.  I have not only learned how to be an asset to a team and in a work environment, but also how I can make my dreams come true.  When I am accepted into the world of news-reporting, not only can I now say I am prepared to take on the tasks of a reporter, but I can also use my well-rounded educational background in additionally assisting my co-workers if need be.  Thanks to the Communication Studies Department, I already have a goal and a resume; when I gain my reporting career my networking will increase.  The bigger my goal and actions are, the longer my resume becomes, the better the chances of me receiving a higher/better job if I wish to do so later on down the road.
I have learned many things from all the college courses I was able to partake.  I know these classes overall will help me reach success in my reporting career.  I now know how important teamwork truly is and presenting my best work ethic in everything I take on is extremely significant.  By letting others know I value their opinions, being open to constructive criticism, showing eagerness to work as a team to produce the best results and acknowledge that self-esteem is earned from what I create; I am going to be one-hell of a news reporter.

Sunday, June 12, 2011

Freedom


Claudia and I were waiting for our flight at the Asheville airport with my parents. Claudia is a German exchange student who has lived with us for the last year and we are on our way to New York for the weekend.  Claudia lives in a town in what used to be East Germany where the highest building is the church.  She has always wanted to see New York, so we are taking her there for the weekend to enjoy the “big apple”.  We are going to be staying on the 45th floor of the hotel.  I guess that church will seem really small after this trip.                                                                  
The plane is late.  I am passing the time listening to Martina McBride’s Independence Day on my IPOD thinking “it’s such a hassle to fly these days”.  We had to be up extra early just to go through security, the TSA striped me half naked to make sure there were no tweezers in my makeup bag, and now the airline just announced that we are going to be delayed at least another hour (traffic in New York).  Could it get any worse?                                                                                   
  That’s when I noticed him.   He is standing right in front of me as I rock back and forth in the chair.  He is tall, blonde, and really cute.  He can’t be much older than me.  Can he?  He has to be.  He’s in the Army.  His name tag says O’Donnell.  He has on desert colored BDU’s and sand colored boots.  O’Donnell is with his parents and his sister.  The sister is young.  She seems bored.  Too much attention for her brother?  Mom is sad.  She is trying hard not to cry but is losing it.  Dad is proud, but worried.  O’Donnell is on a different airplane than me.  His flight is on time.  The agent calls for pre-boards.  O’Donnell gives his sister a hug.  “Now boarding zones 1 thru 3”.  Mom breaks down and begins to openly cry.  She kisses her son and hugs him like it might be the last time.  “Now boarding all rows”.  O’Donnell’s father, not knowing how to openly show affection, awkwardly reaches out for his son but comes up short.  He settles for a pat on the back and tells him to “keep his head down”.   As O’Donnell walks past, he smiles at me.  I smile back and then he is gone.  I notice he has written AB + on the back of his boots.  I ask my dad what that means.  He says, “That is O’Donnell’s blood type.  They do that in case they step on a mine.  The boots will still probably be attached and others will know what type of blood to give him.”  Now I start to cry.                                                                                           
 It’s easy to take the freedom we enjoy here in the United States for granted when you are young.  Claudia tells me I am spoiled.  She says that I have everything she could ever want.   At home, Claudia has no car.  She rides her bike and then the train.  I am encouraged to speak my mind, and I often do to the chagrin of my parents.  In Afghanistan, young girls are not allowed to go to school and told cover up their faces or they will be beaten.  I can pray to the God of my choice and not have to fear retaliation from the government.  I have a future that is only limited by my desire to accomplish it.  Much of the world still looks at women as second class citizens and they are treated accordingly.                                                                                                            
 I sometimes take my freedom for granted but I know that these freedoms came at a high price.  My dad spent over 24 years in the military.  I can’t tell you how many birthdays, anniversaries, and Christmas days we spent without him.  Some of my elementary school classmates will never see their fathers again.  They were shot down and killed in Iraq.                                    
 So when asked how I express my freedom, I say that I do it everyday to the envy of all the Claudia’s throughout the world on the shoulders of men and women like O’Donnell.  I have the freedom to vote.  I have a voice in which freedoms are worth defending and which are not.  The choice is never easy but our freedom comes with great cost and responsibility.                         
John Stuart Mill said: “War is an ugly thing but not the ugliest of things; the decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feelings which thinks that nothing is worth war is much worse. A man who has nothing for which he is willing to fight, nothing which is more important than his own personal safety, is a miserable creature and has no chance of being free unless made and kept so by the exertions of better men than himself.”

Sunday, June 5, 2011

X-Men

      I have eagerly been anticipating another X-men film since I walked out halfway through the horrible turd X-Men: The Last Stand back in 2006.  The film premiered Friday across the country and I woke up Saturday morning excited to read critic and user reviews online.  Upon logging into my computer I checked my email and ignored a few facebook friend requests from girls with profile pics holding cellphone cameras, infront of bathroom mirrors...ew.  I calmed myself and moved on to the movie review. I was thrilled to read message board posts boasting claims like "greatest comic book film ever" and "film of the year so far".  It was just past 2 PM so I ran into the bedroom side stepping clothes, Cranium game pieces and beer bottles to awake my boyfriend and inform him of this incredible news.  He sat on the couch dumbfounded scrolling through reviews stating "11/10", "better than The Dark Knight" etc.  We immediately checked the showtimes and decided on 6 PM, so we could enjoy sushi rolls and sake smashing time downtown beforehand.  Of course we then decided to pick up a few airplane bottles from the ABC store on the way, almost in a last ditch effort to prepare for the suffering through another 2 hours of pathetic Hollywood drivel. 
      We arrived after the lights had dimmed and stumbled our way to a pair of seats about halfway up on the left side.  The film started and it was not until about a third of the way in I realized we had not even made a liquor drink, then it hit me that I was REALLY enjoying this movie.
      X-Men: First Class is set during the middle of the Cold War - when, according to the story, just now are the highest ranking military officials learning of the existance of mutants.  Professor X is played by a fully haired, ambilant James McAvoy who does a perfect job portraying the early days of the founder of the X-Men.  McAvoy is serious in his cause but also takes time to enjoy a pint at the local pub and talk to the ladies between his professorly duties.  Michael Fassbender is the real gem of the movie, playing Xavier's then sidekick Erik Lensher.  The young Magneto is hell bent on revenge for the death of his mother and balances his rage with serenity to control his incredible powers.  Anytime McAvoy and Fassbender are onscreen at the same time is terrific.  Kevin Bacon also turns in a great performance as the film's main villain.  The action is non-stop in this cool, smart, stylish summer revival of the X-Men franchise.  Although I would not say it will go down as one of the greatest films of all time, it is now one of my favorite super hero movies and definately worth the price of admission. 

Sunday, May 29, 2011

Friend or Foe?

      Most people have family, friends or acquaintances throughout their lifetime.  What really constitutes a 'true' friendship?  Here I am, at twenty-two years old and find myself wondering this question a lot lately.  Sure, I have my best friend in the entire world; she lives in Charlotte.  We talk daily but it's not the same as face-to-face. 
      I refer to Wilmington, N.C. as "Never-Never Land".  I say this because no one here wants to grow up.  You go to a bar and some creepy sixty-two year old is hitting on you and trying to buy you drinks...no thank you!  I consider myself a very friendly, outgoing and easily approachable person; however, sometimes just being a 'socialite' doesn't always cut it.  Have you ever questioned who your true friends are in this town?  How many of them could you call at three o'clock in the morning, expect forgiveness from outrageous drunken nights or even just expect a shoulder to cry on and vent too? 
      I recently dated someone older than me who I still consider a good friend of mine.  I started to notice a distance between us that crept up whenever we were hanging out with certain individuals that he was previously friends with.  It was a constant "he said/she said" banter and all I walked away with was hurt feelings.  I mean, these people are three to four years older than me.  I'm not using that as an excuse; I have definitely had my not-so-charming moments but I can honestly say that I try to learn from my mistakes.  I can also say that I try my best to be a 'true' friend.  Even to people who have treated me badly in the past, I try to look at every situation by being forgiving and moving on from the past.
      I try not to dwell on bad past memories but sometimes that is a challenge for me.  I reiterate these thoughts constantly; trying to see how I could have or even should have acted.  What could I have done in certain situations to walk away with dignity and respect?  Then I start to judge myself, which I have come to the conclusion is absurd.  I am me, I know what I want out of life, I have goals and am extremely motivated.  Just because I don't have a boyfriend, husband or random hook-up partner; I have my true friends.  It takes a lot of heart and respect to uphold worthwhile friendships but those who are deserving will except you with open arms. 

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Connected

Okay, so I am pretty sure everyone is familiar with the website craigslist.com.  I was browsing around on it earlier because I wanted to sell some stuff before I move out of my apartment.  While I was on the site I remembered a friend of mine in a previous class had asked me if I had ever seen the “missed connections” selection under the personals column.  I had never visited it and decided to check it out.  In my opinion it is probably one of the funniest things I have ever seen.  Apparently it’s a bunch of postings about people seeing someone randomly (who they do not know) and then getting on craigslist and writing about the person they saw and how they wished they could meet them.  It even has a list to choose from: men seeking women, women seeking men, women seeking women and men seeking men.  For example here are some I found quite amusing:
Thursday at Fibbers - m4w - 22 (Fibbers)


Date: 2011-05-02, 9:17PM EDT
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You had sexy long blonde hair and were wearing a blue green dress that showed off your curves. One of your friends had brown hair and was in a red dress. You had a beautiful smile and the way you laughed made me hard. I overheard you saying you're in a sorority and had a formal coming up. . . I wish I could have been your date. . . the things I would do to you afterwards.You might have noticed me, I was at the bar in a navy polo and khaki shorts. I'd love to meet you there again sometime, maybe this time you'll let me buy you a drink. I doubt you'll see this, but if you or any of your sisters do, email me soon :) …
Attractive married English man at drifters yesterday - w4m (downtown wilmington)


Date: 2011-05-20, 7:21PM EDT
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Hi, just wanted to say that you are soooo attacitive and it sucks that I have to keep my hands to myself because you are married. Your accent is what made me melt. Anyway, I hope you continue to come around so I can have some good eye candy to look at :) …

I got a huge kick out of reading this stuff.  Sorry if any of you actually use the site.  It completely distracted me from my original goal but kept me entertained.  I wonder if people actually respond and find their supposed “soul mate” on there.  What a story that would be…“Yeah, I met your mother through an internet post on craigslist, after I saw her driving down Market Street.  I simply just typed my heart out to her and waited weeks for a response.  She got online one day and our ‘missed connection’ was connected.”