Personality

And now the continuation of student presentations… 

         Louie’s group has decided to give a presentation on the mind, or something like that. But anyways, he has all of us doing a personality test so we have something to talk about tomorrow, and of course so we all know what kind of personality we have. I took the test and I have to say, I’m very proud of myself. I answered every signal on of those questions, even the ones with the big words. I have learned that I have an INFP type personality. That’s 89% introverted, 38% intuitive, 12% feeling, and 11% perceiving.

         So after I took this awesome test, I clicked on a link on my results page, to try to figure out what the heck INFP meant. The link took me to a page called INFP, (shocker!) The author of this page is Joe Butt. I am not kidding! His last name is Butt, spelt like an actual butt, like the one you have…high school must have been awful for him. But anyways, Butt told me everything I already knew about myself. I’m a very shy person who has A LOT of feelings and makes decisions based mostly on fact. Butt just put in nicer words.

“INFPs never seem to lose their sense of wonder. One might say they see life through rose-colored glasses. It's as though they live at the edge of a looking-glass world where mundane objects come to life, where flora and fauna take on near-human qualities. INFPs have the ability to see good in almost anyone or anything. Even for the most unlovable the INFP is wont to have pity. Their extreme depth of feeling is often hidden, even from themselves, until circumstances evoke an impassioned response. INFPs struggle with the issue of their own ethical perfection, e.g., performance of duty for the greater cause. An INFP friend describes the inner conflict as not good versus bad, but on a grand scale, Good vs. Evil. Luke Skywalker in Star Wars depicts this conflict in his struggle between the two sides of "The Force." Although the dark side must be reckoned with, the INFP believes that good ultimately triumphs.”

         Those are just some of the line in Butt’s page that I like being described has. I like the last part mostly because it uses Star Wars as an example, an I LOVE Star Wars :)

         So I think tomorrow’s class is going to be interesting. Of course there’s going to be those people that completely disagree with their own results, but I think its going to be interesting to see how many different personality types are in one class. 

Are we going to turn into our parents?

For all the girls out there who sat and watched The Breakfast Club like a thousand just like me, know the one question the brought those very different kids together. Are we going to turn into our parents? Is it inevitable? Tomorrow in my INQ class I’m going to learn about how parenting styles affects kids. Adriana’s group picked this topic for a class discussion and assigned a lot of articles for the discussion.

I read one of the four articles that interested me. The Four Styles of Parenting explained, well, the four different styles of parenting and general affects they have on the kids. According to the article the four parenting styles are: authoritarian parenting, authoritative parenting, permissive parenting, and uninvolved parenting. Authoritarian parents set rules and goals for their kids that have to be followed. If asked questions about their rules, the answer is usually “because I said so.” The kids are also punished if a rule is broken. The kids often grow up to be obedient and proficient, but are also rather unhappy and have low social skills and self-esteem. Authoritative parents are much like authoritarian parents in the way that they both set expectations for their kids. The difference is that authoritative parents are more nurturing and forgiving rather than enforcing punishment when rules are broken. They are assertive, but not intrusive and restrictive. The kids often grow up to be happy, capable, and successful. Permissive parents are pushovers. They don’t set rules or expectations for their children, and while generally nurturing and communicative, they often take the role as friend rather than parent. The kids often grow up to be unhappy and have low self-regulation. They might have problems with authority and do poorly in school. Uninvolved parents are pretty self-explanatory. These parents often only fulfill the kids’ basic needs. The kids often lack self-control, have low self-esteem and are less competent than their peers.

Enough with the boring stuff, (I think I proved I read the article), and back to the cool stuff, The Breakfast Club. That’s one question this article did not answer. So do we inevitably become our parents? I know I don’t want to be like either my mom or my dad, and you all would be lying if you said that you like everything about your parents. But at the same times, there are things about both of them that I admire and wish I could be more like. So, no, I don’t think it is inevitable that you become your parents, but I believe you have to learn from who they are and how they raised you, to become the person you want to be. I think you can pick and choose from examples given to from your parents and other people, to become who you want be. It’s going to take some work, but you don’t have to be like your parents because and 80’s movie said it is inevitable, but if you were so lucky to get awesome parents and want to be exactly like them, then so be it.

Some interesting stuff..

         This week we are given articles to read by our fellow classmates about topics related to college. My group decided on healthy relationships, but we don’t have to present until the 15^th so we’re good and relaxed. The suckers, I mean poor poor people that have to go first gave us two articles each about there topic.

The first article I read was from Dion’s group that chose the topic of Sex, Drugs, and Alcohol.  Their article actually wasn’t an article at all, but a fact sheet on college drinking (http://www.alcohol101plus.org/downloads/collegestudents.pdf). Opening this linking and discovering it lead to a fact sheet was a really awesome surprise. You see I just finished writing a paper for a class that I hate, (you can probably guess which one), and I really did not want to read a twenty page long article about alcohol and college…plus I really like facts :). I read that sheet at least three times to find one fact that I found surprising, but the truth is I herd all those things before. I was being lectured on alcohol since I committed to Southern’s field hockey team. The NCAA and Southern have both come up with some pretty interesting ways to inform athletes that alcohol is bad and drugs will kick you of the team. Plus we can’t forget that very educational online alcohol course all freshmen had to take at the beginning of the year. I have to say that did absolutely nothing for my.  I’m very interested in what Dion’s group will put together for tomorrow and if I will learn anything new about Sex, Drugs, and Alcohol.

The second article I read was form Ashlee’s group that chose the topic of Nutrition, Sleep and Dorm life. I read the article called Beating the Freshman 15. Now if you haven’t herd of the freshman 15 you’ve been living under a rock, and gaining the 15 extra pounds common for freshman in their first semester was one of my biggest fears entering college. But surprisingly I have lost wait. I used to think believe it was because of field hockey. Working hard than I ever have, 6 days a week, is a pretty good reason of why I have lost and keep losing wait. But field hockey has been over for a few weeks now and even though I’m lifting waits 3 times a week, I haven’t changed my eating habits, I usually eat a lot during season, I haven’t gain any wait back. Its not like I’m complaining or anything, it just got me thinking that the fact that I’m losing wait instead of gaining is more than athletics. I took a step back and really looked at my days. At most, I eat one full meal a day, which is usually a coffee and sandwich from Dunkin Doughnuts. The only things I can eat at Conn is cereal, pizza, stir-fry and salad, which are all made to order, everything else that’s pre-made makes me sick to my stomach. So I guess the combination of crappie food and a  lot of exercise cause my to lose wait rather than gain.

Photography my passion

            On Monday I talked about one of my two interests, which was field hockey. My other interest happens to be my major as well; art is my passion. I’ve been making all kinds of art since I can remember. Now a day, I focus my creative eye on photography. I love taken pictures of people, and really try to capture the essence of that person. It’s a lot hard than you may think. I don’t just limit myself to people; I take a lot of pictures of animals as well. When people say the eyes are the gateway to the soul, they are talking about animals. All animals have a pure soul, an innocence, which shines through them all time, and can be beautiful to capture on film.

            I started photography my freshman year of high school. I started off on a 35mm camera, very old school. I developed my own film and photos. I love being in the dark room. The atmosphere, the smell. Being able to shape my pictures into what I see with my own two hands. It’s a feeling I will never forget in this digital world. At the beginning I was not into digital photography, it wasn’t until I took advance photography for the second time, (because I wanted to, not because I failed,) that I really figured out my way around Photoshop. Now you can’t get me a way from a computer when Photoshop is open! Photoshop allows me to create things I couldn’t of imagined in the dark room.

            In the future, after college, I hope to own my own studio in a small town in Vermont. A lot people’s response to my career choice is that I better like weddings. The truth is I won’t mind shooting a wedding every month, or taking school, family, pet, or any other kind of portraits you can think of. All I want to do is to take pictures. It’s the only thing that relaxes me. At the end of the day, playing around with my pictures of Photobucket, (it’s a free website, ‘cuase Photoshop cost $700), keeps me sane. It’s something until I get the real thing.

My Love Field Hockey

         This week I have been given the assignment to write about two things that interest me, one that relates to SCSU and one that doesn’t. There’s really only two things in this world that actually interest me, so lucky for me I don’t have to make something up to get a passing grade! Also lucky for me, (and thanks to my nagging mother), one of those two interests relates to Southern. It just so happens that I love field hockey and I play for Southern Connecticut State University.

         I started participating in field hockey in the 7^th grade on my schools intramural team. But what we did you really couldn’t call playing field hockey. John Winthrop’s intramural field hockey team consisted of a group of about 20 pre-teen girls, split up into four “teams,” (that’s 5 girls per team), running around with sticks, whacking at each other.  We were supervised by a crazy old lady that maybe played in the ’50’s, and even though she tried to coach us, really had no clue what she was talking about. It wasn’t as awful as it might sound; it was actually a lot of fun and a good stress releaser. After a long day of pre-teen problems, it was nice to run around hitting other girls with sticks. But like I said, it really wasn’t field hockey, so when people ask, I say I’ve been playing since my freshman year of high school.

         High school was really where my field hockey career took off. Freshman year was kind of a dud because my coach only played his favorites, which I was not. But my sophomore year we got a new coach. She is so awesome. She saw the potential I had as a goalie, and helped me build it up. She gave me the confidence I only have when I put on my gear. By the end of the season I was playing over the senior goalie. Now I don’t want to brag but I have won a number of awards in my junior and senior year, but I wont name them only because you would be reading a very long list. Lets just say I was the best goalie in the state for my class. (No, really. Two years in a row, First Team All State Class S.)  So with that being said, obviously my mother wanted me to play in college. I wasn’t sure if that was what I wanted, and honestly still don’t really know, but that didn’t stop her. She nagged me until I tried out for Southern’s team here, and once I made it my fate was sealed, I was playing field hockey for Southern Connecticut State University. 

         College field hockey is not what I thought it would be. I knew it was going to be harder, and I might not see a second of playing time, but its just is not fun anymore. My coaches have turned this game that I loved so much into a job I dread going to everyday. However I can’t bring myself to quite. First off, that wasn’t the way my mother raised. Second, as much as I don’t like playing field hockey for Southern, I’m still in love with the sport. And for as long as I can remember, I have wanted to be coach, and now all I want is to coach field hockey. I know that sticking it through will give me more knowledge of the game so that one day I can pass my love for field hockey onto a new groups of girls, as well as some helpful hints to be successful. You’ve got to give a little to get a little, and one day I’ll be part of a fun field hockey family again, that might actually win a few games.

Campus Scavenger Hunt: Homecoming Pep-Rally

      This passed Thursday was SCSU Homecoming Pep-Rally, and because I am a member of the field hockey team her at Southern, I had to attend.  The pep-rally was supposed to directly follow the Men’s Blue and White scrimmage, but it didn’t start until an hour after the end of the game. Now for those who don’t know me very well, I don’t like pep-rallies and I don’t like waiting. So standing around, waiting for the pep-rally to start isn’t exactly what I call fun.

     

After standing around and being moved from one side of the court to the other and back again, I notice a strange man standing across the court. He was dressed in a suit of spandex with a white mask over his head, and he was very still. I pointed him out to one of my friends on the team; she said he was a manikin, that he couldn’t be real.  I shrugged it of because they were finally announcing the host of this event. Music starts playing and all of a sudden the “manikin” dances onto the court. Happy Halloween everyone, the freaked my friend and I out real good!

       

After we all go use to the fact a guy in a creepy white skintight mask was talking to us, the pep-rally continued. First they announced all the sports, leaving football for last of course. Some of the teams had their freshman do a ridiculous dance, but not my team. Most of didn’t want to b their any way, so we planned on making it as short as possible. Hey! I’m not complaining! So when they called Field Hockey, we walked out with our backs facing the crowd. We walked straight across the court and out of sight.

     

      There were performances by the cheerleading squad, the stomp team, the good dance team, and the bad one; I don’t remember their names). The bad dance team isn’t really that bad, if you don’t compare them to the good dance team. Their real problem is that they do the same moves over and over again. But what do I really know about dance? The stomp team was amazing though. Every move was in exact unison; I have never seen anything like it before. They ended the pep-rally with a bang.

SCSU Stomp Team

Finally!

So sorry....the video just wouldn't upload yesterday. The server kept rejecting it. But it finally did :)

Critical Thinking Video

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