On the status of women in society, by Hannah.
“That’s your teacher?” In my peripheral vision, I could see a male student looking me up and down. “Woooo, you’re lucky, maaaaan”. It was not the first time a particular student had offered such flattery, and probably wouldn’t be the last. I couldn’t believe he said it within earshot, but I didn’t give him the satisfaction of acknowledging that I had heard him.
I was about to teach a workshop to a room full of students, for which I had spent a significant amount of time preparing. To put it candidly, I wasn’t in the mood to take any crap. The more respectful student who had been receiving these comments hushed his friend, and followed me into the classroom. Once again I instructed myself to ignore the defects of my own culture, and breathed a sigh of relief when I was surrounded by only familiar students, prepared to study English. Here a few of them addressed me as Dai-sensei, or Great Teacher- perhaps another form of flattery, but at least one that is more palpable. (more…)
On Faith, prayer and uncertainties, by Hannah.
She is somewhere around two decades older than myself, and full of a vibrancy of life, energy, and contagious enthusiasm. Somehow I knew she was a Christian before the word “Jesus” ever slipped out of her mouth, and although I don’t work with her directly, her approach toward everything she does is inspiring. Even when she is busy, she doesn’t appear flustered- but rather calm and joyful. I am certain that she has many reasons to be stressed, but yet she handles her stressors with grace and patience. She is the sort of person that breathes in reality, and like a plant converting carbon dioxide into oxygen, she breathes out God’s hope.
She is the kind of person I want to be.
One afternoon, she saw that myself and my supervisor were feeling stressed and anxious. She took us both by the hand, and led us on a short walk around the campus while speaking words of encouragement. (more…)
On reconciling who you’ve been and who you are becoming, by Hannah.
By the time we’ve spent a few years in college (or whatever the equivalent), we’ve probably found something out about our “identity” – I am a quiet/loud person, I am good at ________. I like _____, I don’t like ______. We’ve taken enough psychology classes to have at least a basic understanding of our personality type – and there’s a good chance that we understand a few fancy acronyms like MBTI. We “know” who we are (or, so we think).
However, then the post-college-freshman years come along, and we realize that we know absolutely nothing. We start to have friends or co-workers with Master’s degrees, and realize that while they are intelligent, they still make mistakes and get computer viruses and forget to do their laundry. In other words, we realize how much knowledge exists, and how very human we are, and prone to greatness only if we try. (more…)
A new year, and a long-overdue blog reboot! By Hannah.
We’re back! Please stick with us as this site undergoes several changes with a much belated blog reboot- and we apologize for our long hiatus! Along with the updates**, expect some new content, new thoughts and ideas, and fresh perspectives for life after the freshman (college/university) year. There will still be some content for younger readers, but we hope to add more mature content as our blog (and writers) mature and experience new things in life.
Also, we thank our readership for continuing to stop by occasionally, despite our recent blogging silence. Site stats speak volumes! We look forward to sharing new truths, perspectives and stories.. and please continue to submit your own!
NOTE: We are also currently accepting new writers, male or female, whether in or out of college, in high school, a stay-at-home, or career-person. People from all walks of life can apply. Please click our contact page and drop us a note if you are interested!
**Updates so far include: a completely new site layout, a few writer profile updates, a fixed link list (all broken links deleted), and a new drop-down menu for article archives.
My thoughts on the infamous Proverbs 31 woman, by Sarah.
When I was a kid, my parents never had a big fear of me getting kidnapped by strangers when I played in the front yard. “You talk too much,” They would say,“It wouldnʼt be long before they turn around and bring you back,”
Iʼve always had an opinion, one which has been backed by my furious passion and emotion and never went unheard by anyone around me. Back when Myspace was used for more than just music, I found an easy forum for blasting my strong views and I enjoyed rousing a response from people. I liked to feel important, as though my stance mattered.
I have a notorious issue with the Proverbs 31 Woman. Normally, I claim she doesnʼt exist. I will loudly tell you how the Proverbs 31 Woman is a cliche lists of requirements implemented to make us believe only the quiet, domestic, well behaved girls are loved by Jesus and got the guy. Honestly, I think my issue with the Proverbs 31 Woman is rooted in an issue with myself.
I have an issue with the Proverbs 31 Woman because I have been made to believe I am not good enough to be the Proverbs 31 Woman. (more…)
On Depression: Everything is Not Okay, by Hannah K.
I have been through periods of life where every day has been characterized by some kind of anxiety. Sometimes it could be seen on the surface- and sometimes my anxiety brewed more dangerously beneath the surface. As a predominantly “happy” person, bouts of depression cause a conflict in my soul between the need to be authentic about my struggles and the desire to maintain a cheerful exterior. It can make asking for help all that much more difficult. It is easy to assume that the happy, cheerful, strong person has no need of assistance and suffers no lows–but nothing could be further from the truth.
During one particular low, I felt as if my footing had literally been ripped out from under me. A series of negative events plunged me farther and farther into depression, each event seeming to follow after the other like a train of dominoes. From that place, what I wanted most was for others to recognize that everything is not okay–even if I could not always communicate how badly I felt.
“The Lord will take care of me… the Lord will take care of me… the Lord will take care of me..” Some of my journal entries included God’s promises written over and over, as if their repetition would seal their truth in my soul. (more…)
Silencing Intimidation for The Sake of Greater Things, by Sarah.
This has not been an easy semester, or year really, for me.
Why, you ask? Well, maybe you didn’t ask, but I’ll tell you anyway because I hate ambiguity/usually disclose more than I should.
Knowing that this is my last semester of school for now makes time pass slowly. I’ve watched my favorite professor show his true colors, my roommate leaves non-confrontational, grammatically incorrect notes on the fridge when life doesn’t suit her, I’m serving on leadership in an organization where people regularly tell me my ideas suck, and when people found out I was in a relationship they thought it was a stunt I was pulling for attention.
I’ve battled depression since I was 16, so you know, these things are definitely a piece of cake for me to process. (Let me just sidebar here for a moment to give you a definition of “sarcasm”. . .)
Tired of combatting the speculations over my personal life and discouragement over my fundraising for Uganda, I finally had enough. I broke down and went to Starbucks as soon as I got off of work. I sat down with a green tea lemonade, my study Bible, and what is possibly my favorite podcast. Jesus and I needed to spend some incredibly serious time together, and it needed to be now. (more…)