Sunday, December 21, 2008

Christmas time is here

I love Christmas I really do. I love the music, and the spirit that seems to magically just show up one day. I love the decorations, the twinkling lights, and the snowflakes, and the glitter. One of my favorite parts of Christmas is the tree (just ask my roommates, we have 2 in our APT), I'm not really sure why, but I've always just loved Christmas trees. I love to look at them. I could sit for hours in the dark just looking at a Christmas tree. When I was younger, on Christmas night after all the presents had been opened and everything was all said and done, I would stay up really late, and wait for everyone in the house to go to sleep. Then I would sneak out of my room, because my dad wouldn't go to bed before I did (still won't), I would sneak into the living room, turn the Christmas tree on  and lay down under it and look up at the lights. This is still one of my favorite things to do. After sneaking out in the middle of the night a few years, and realize how peaceful and wonderful this time under the tree was, I started to get inventive... I mean why did I only get to do this once a year. So I'd sneak out a few nights before christmas, and move the presents and then put them back; however this was always tricky because you had to get them back just right or some how mom would know something was up... she just thought we were trying to open them. 


Another favorite Christmas tradition is one that started when I moved to Birmingham, so it is still in its early years. I should preface this one with a little tid-bit about me, I love surprises, but what I love about surprises is trying to figure them out... I usually do and I love that more than being surprised.  So, the day after I come home, my mom usually still has to be at school, and my dad of course is working, so this leaves brother and I at the house alone.... So we took up the tradition of trying to find the presents. This used to not be an issue, we knew exactly where they were and that we'd never get to see them. The big ones, that the 'rents were real excited about were always in the trunk of Mom's car, there was no chance of getting to them. And the little ones that were going to be wrapped eventually were in my parents closet, I think they thought they were being sneaky but we always knew. Once I started flying home for Christmas these hiding places would no longer work, mainly mom's car, because we'd see when we put my luggage back there. So they had to start being creative. 
The first year we did this, probably the best year, the presents were in a storage building that my dad had... so we had to remember which one he had, find the key and go find them. This was one of the last places we looked and took a few days to get to this point. But the victory was super sweet. Last year the presents were in the attic, I really thought they'd be more creative than that ... since they did eventually find out about the search the year before. This year however the joy has been taken away. I don't really like figuring things out if I don't have to work for it, so if a present is just laying around its not near as exciting for me to know as if I have to figure out where it is hidden or what it is. Apparently when I was like 8/9ish I would guess every present before I opened it. This year the presents were sitting the office, as if my room isn't across the hall, as if we're not going to notice giant shopping bags spread across the room. It just was tragic, I've been looking forward to the 'hunt for presents' for weeks now. It is a really good 'bonding time for baby brother and I ... and its lots-o-fun. but alas no fun this year. 

Another disappointment, I had been trying to work out my families Christmas present, when I found out it wasn't going to happen yesterday. Just pile on the bummed out. My plan was to wake them up Christmas morning, possibly with a bit of knowledge that at least something was up but not knowing what and then take them to the local homeless shelter to serve breakfast. I found out yesterday that we're not going to be able to do this, apparently we didn't call them soon enough. So hopefully I'll be able to be the first on the list for next year, as I've already requested to be there. I mean I understand they've got people who volunteer there regularly and they are coming, so its a familiar face on Christmas... I see the true value in that, but I was slightly bummed that it wasn't going to work out. If I can pull something like it off in 4 days, in a town I don't remember much about in this aspect I will but things aren't looking hopeful right now. 

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Things Learned

"You are young, you stand before beginnings. I would beg of you, dear friend, as well as I can to have patience with all that remains unsolved in your heart. Try to love the questions themselves like locked doors, or like books written in a foreign language. Do not now look for the answers. They cannot be given to you because you could not live them. It is with the question of experiencing everything. You need to live the questions and perhaps you will without even noticing find yourself experiencing the answer some distant day" (Rilke).
I believe in every situation there is an opportunity to learn. And you cannot learn with out asking questions. This semester as I’ve spent time at Jessie’s Place and Family Court I have had to ask tough questions of myself and it is usually when I go home and reflect on my experience at my site each day that I begin to ask questions of myself rather than just of my experience. How would I have handled this situation? Could I be the person taking someone’s kid away from them? How do these people sleep at night, knowing that tomorrow they are defending someone who is obviously guilty? Through the hands on learning environment that my internships have provided me I was allowed to see other people making tough choices, and in tough situations and see how they handle them day after day. I was allowed to think about my reaction to these things so that in the future, when I am the one in their shoes I will be better prepared.
The experience gained through my internships and the questions they have lead me to ask are shaping me into the helping professional I am going to become. Had it not been for these experiences and these questions the next steps of my life and beginning a career would still be waiting for me to figure them out; stepping off the stage at graduation with a diploma in my hand would be the first time I asked these questions and maybe I wouldn’t be asking the same questions because I would not know what to ask. The transition into the real world would be so much more of a mystery and more difficult to walk toward.
In my first day at Jessie’s Place, I was given a tour of the facility the way I looked at the rooms as I walked down the hallway that first day is very different from how I see them now. When I first saw the rooms, I saw how simple they were, how generic and honestly dirty they looked. I saw rooms with 4 beds in them and how the space was divided for 4 women to live in this one room that is no bigger than the bedroom I live in by myself. I saw so little of an opportunity for privacy. I couldn’t imagine having to live in them. Now I walk down that same hallway, I look in those same rooms and I see the hope they provide for the women, the warm blanket they wouldn’t have otherwise (no matter how ugly and dirty it looks, it keeps them warm). I see the community they have created and their lives that are interwoven together, as they work together to overcome the obstacles they face daily.
Every day at Family Court I encounter new people, I’ve seen women who have left Jessie’s Place and are now working to regain custody of their children, I’ve seen teenagers who refuse to go to school, I’ve seen children who look like they just rolled around in a pile of dirt and snot, and I’ve seen teenagers on trial for murder. As I walk through the waiting area each day, with new eyes looking at me, and new faces to see; I get the same looks and I get the same questions as the day before. I am dressed well, I walk through the waiting area with confidence, and I talk to the staff as I go, because of this I am viewed as someone who must be able to help them. Maybe I’ll be the one person that finally gives them some answers as they wait to hear what is happening in the courtroom or in the lawyer’s deliberations. I right now am in no position to be able to answer their questions, unless its where’s the bathroom, but I am on a path where I will one day be able to. Through my internship at Family Court I was able to see the blessings I have been given, in a matter of days I will have a college degree. With a new understanding of the gifts I’ve been given, I see the responsibilities that I have; with great privilege comes great responsibility. Because I have been educated, and will continue my education, I have an obligation to speak for those that can’t, to help people who were born into a life and into circumstances that they don’t understand. I know and have seen the people that are out there working the system and I hope to be able to bring justice to them, but my hope is to fight for those who the system is working, who just can’t seem to get on their feet alone, the people who’ve been given up on.
My time spend at Family Court has been a learning experience of the journey people have taken through law school. As I begin to prepare for this phase of my life, it was helpful to see people who have gotten through and how they accomplished this. I was able to talk with lawyers about the process of getting into Law School, which is very helpful as it can be very confusing. I’ve also been able to build up a network of people that I can ask questions and advice of as I walk through the process of getting into and beginning law school.
Through working at both Jessie’s Place and Family Court I have been able to learn a variety of advocacy skills. The advocacy skills I have learned are primarily for homeless women and children and juveniles that are in trouble with the law; however, these skills can easily be transferred and are a stepping stone to working with many other types of clients that I may come in contact with as I begin working. These skills are shaping the professional that I will become, and are skills that I will carry with me throughout my entire career.
In both of my internships I have learned about working directly with people. People who are very different from me, as well as people who aren’t so different from me. I have learned about and experienced relationships, with people from all walks of life. I have learned that you have to allow relationships time to develop, when working with people you cannot force them to trust you and to listen to you; you have to earn their trust and you have to allow them the opportunity to make the choice to listen and trust. I have had to opportunity learn about working in diversity, because of this I have developed an awareness of my own culture and how it affects me. Your culture becomes a part of how you think as you grown up, and until I interact with other cultures and people who have been raised differently that I was, I am unable to fully understand my own culture.
This semester I have learned a great deal about communicating and collaborating with clients, volunteers, my peers and the staff at my agencies. This is a vital key to success in the professional realm, you have to collaborate with people outside your agency to gain resources and volunteers, you have to collaborate with other agencies to effectively help your target population, and you have to communicate and collaborate effectively with your fellow staff members to better be able to serve your clients. My internship gave me the opportunity to practice these skills and learn as I watched other people using them.
As a helping professional I will be asked to fulfill a variety of roles, for my agency as well as my clients. I have been able to gain an understanding of some of the roles I might be asked to fill as well as how to fill them.
In Dr. Davis’ Family Life Education Class we discussed relational ethics and one of the primary elements is that, relationships are the context in which we interpret what we do. This has been very apparent to me through out my internship experience. Everything we do as a helping professional is and needs to be done through the context of our relationships. An example of this is the Family Life Education workshop I taught at Jessie’s Place, had I not spend the semester building a relationship with the women and learning about their lives I would not have been able to teach on finances and budgeting and been received well. However because I had learned where the women struggled and had gained their trust and respect I was able to help them learn about budgeting and gain confidence that once they leave Jessie’s Place they will be able to do this on their own. I was able to take the knowledge I had learned in my courses at Samford and teach it so that it was specific to the needs of the women surrounding me.
Through out this semester I have been faced with a lot of ethical issues and learning boundaries of working with people. I had a few women at Jessie’s Place that asked me to come and visit them at work, and while I was glad to see them doing well in their job, honored that they’d ask me, and I wanted to see them succeeding; I had to make sure they understood I wouldn’t act like I knew them unless they began the interaction. I also to make them aware that they would be the one to define the relationship; how I knew them to their co-workers, so if they just want to say we’re friends or if they wanted to tell them that I was the intern at the homeless shelter they lived at.
While I was doing my internship at Jessie’s Place I was also preparing to teach my Family Life Education workshop there was well, when we would discuss trips we made to Jessie’s Place for FLE in class I had to constantly remind the girls in my group that we couldn’t say names or give too many details to situations because we were not respecting the privacy of the women at Jessie’s Place. Through this I was reminded how easy it is to accidentally share too much information, and how careful you must be when you are talking about “work”, when work is people’s lives.
Another ethical issue I came into contact with this semester was that I was able to sit in on intakes and to read client files at Jessie’s Place, because of this I learned a lot about the women, their past and some medical conditions. I had to interact with the women as if I did not know this information, because they hadn’t shared it with me. For example a few of the women were suffering from mental illnesses, which made a lot of the conversations and interactions I had with them make sense, however I could not interact with them any differently than I had before I knew. There was another woman who had a lot of credit card debt, I knew this from her file, one day she approached me and brought up her past debt which allowed us to talk a lot about credit cards, I could not have had this conversation with her until she brought it up, however valuable it was to me as I prepared my teaching plan for the workshop I taught. I also had to be very careful how I explained different things that had been happening at Jessie’s Place to my FLE group, because I had information ‘volunteers’ should not know about the women, and they knew I had information and wanted to know it.
I think the most valuable thing I will take away from my experience in my internships is something I had to do within myself, I had to break the stereotype that I had build in my mind. The main stereotype I had to break was of homeless women; I have grown up with my parents viewing homeless people as people who are lazy, who are ‘working the system’, who don’t deserve help until they help themselves, that they could not be homeless and poor if they didn’t want to be. I had to construct a positive view of human nature and people’s capacity to change. This could not have been done until I sat down and had my first conversation with one of the women at Jessie’s Place. I have been raised in a culture that basically believes people are homeless because they want to be. Now having spent time with these women and having learned their individual stories, I realize that that is not the case. Some of them did get there by poor decision-making; some of them have been through terrible situations. But I had to break the stereotype in my mind that said they were lazy and didn’t want to change, the reason they are at Jessie’s Place and participating in the program and following their rules is because they want to change and it is a daily struggle for them. I was not going to be able to help, or minister to these women until I did not view them this way. As our book suggested on page 146 I had to listen to clients with an attitude of openness and respect which is perhaps the most important thing I could do to overcome cultural barriers in my helping relationships. I had to learn to recognize the strengths of their culture, background, and situations instead of focusing solely on their needs.
There are still so many questions that I have and will have but I’ve learned to appreciate waiting to experience the answers until I am ready for them. As I eagerly wait at the starting point of my future, there is so much that I want to do, so many people I want to help and so much for me to experience. The words of President-Elect Obama are running through my head, “Change will not come if we wait for some other person or some other time. We are the ones we’ve been waiting for. We are the change that we seek”. However as I have seen through my experience this semester in my internships, I still have so much to learn and there are still many avenues that I will walk down before I find my fit in making a difference in people’s lives. But I need to be open and aware of each relationship and each person in my life because there is something to learn from each of them and questions that may be answered with every experience.

Saturday, December 6, 2008

Thoughts on December

I'm taking a cue from Andy and doing some thoughts on the month, only I think many will turn out to be thoughts on life.... either way they are thoughts. 


It has almost been one year since I came back to the US. How has time flown so quickly? I mean I feel like I should still be in Salzburg, Austria sitting in the Yoho Hostel, meeting fascinating people over a dinner of chunks of potatoes. I had so much time between me and the real world, so much fun to have, so many things to do and accomplish. And now I see that I have done all of that the people I met along my life journey have helped to shape me into who I am. 

I don't ever listen to the radio... but I wanted to listen to Christmas music yesterday and I didn't have any on my ipod, so I turned on the radio to that station that plays all Christmas music. And this song comes on, its about this little boy who is buying his mom a pair of shoes. He is clearly a child living in poverty, he pays in pennies, and he is rambling on to the clerk about why he's buy these shoes. And its sweet, mom always made Christmas special for us even if it meant she didn't have anything, you know. Then the clerk says there isn't enough, and he turns to the guy behind him and just is simply saying what do I do and the guy behind him pays the rest. Well this is all sweet and to a normal person a tear jerker.... but the little boys mom is dying and he wants her to look pretty when she meets Jesus. Lets just say I was a babbling idiot of tears driving down Lakeshore yesterday. I mean I'm already on a constant state of tears, what with all the professors and the speeches that consisted of "you've accomplished so much", and the "you're ready for the real world", "treasure the people and the things you've learned here". OMG. I cried at the end of a class too. I just can't handle it. And if you know me there are 5 things I hate to do and crying is in the top 2 of those 5.  (I shared this story with a friend of mine and he mocked me for not knowing this song, apparently its been around a long time... oopsie) 
 
And now I think the actually point to that story, as I'm visualizing the face of this little boy all of the sudden its the faces of the kids I've worked with at Jessie's Place. That was when I really lost it. And I realized I need to be working with children living in poverty.... now I just need to find that place and convince them to hire me. 

I really don't think the Christmas season can officially start for me until I'm standing on Centennial Way, singing carols with the rest of Samford, listening to Andy tell the Christmas story, and hearing Twas the night before Christmas at Samford. The star lights up on the Library, bell tower... then the rest of the lights come on and then.... the tree, our beautiful tree. I love it. You're huddled together with your friends and its just wonderful. And then you all go warm up in Harry's with the free Hot Chocolate and sing more Carols. It really didn't seem like Christmas time until that happened. But now.... its full force. I LOVE christmas music, I love Christmas. WONDERFUL! ;) 

This world is a big place. Its strange how big it is, yet how small it is. I mean we're so connected to the rest of the world. I can't imagine living when you couldn't instantly talk to someone halfway across the world. Or even 1000 miles away. It just doesn't seem like that ever really could happen. 

Last night I was hanging out with my friends and some times we play "would you rather" and after about 30 minutes the questions start to get ridiculous. The most ridiculous one of the night (don't be offended, no one was serious).... this was more a You have to do pick one or the consequences are too dire to even mention right now... You have to choose an entire ethnicity (and redneck doesn't count... they have to have an established nation) to annihilate who would it be and why. The rationales got pretty interesting. That is what 3 am and no sleep all week does to college kids. 

I finished and submitted my FINAL Senior Thesis/Research last night. I've been working on this project for a year, and its done. And it is great. Now all I have to do is present it to my peers and professors. The whole thing just makes me feel more adult, which I suppose is good since I'm about to be a real one of those. 

I've been thinking about relationships and people a lot lately. 

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

This is one of a few things I've been working on....


http://education.samford.edu/eportflio/Portflios/TiffanyAllen2008

too legit to quit! ;) 
Some of it posted strangely, I'm working to fix that! 

1 more presentation, 2 more papers, 3 days of class, 5 finals and thats it! That's all she wrote. Some times I feel like this is all I talk about, but I suppose since I that's all thats one my mind it makes sense. 

I sent my resume out to 8 places today.... let the Job Search Commence. 

I've done a lot of thinking about the past year recently.... I'm sure this will all be posted soon, once I can not sound like a babbling idiot when I say it. 

Monday, December 1, 2008

The Book of Life

So I think I just realized, like really realized, that in 2 weeks I'm done with College. I can't go back and do it again. I'm never going to get this 'phase' of my life back. Adulthood and grown-up-ness is on the horizon for me. I have to end a wonderful chapter of my life, and open a new one. There is no option to this, no turning around and trying again. Now in my short life all of these forced chapters like this have opened to more school (for the most part). I mean I didn't want to leave Elementary School, I liked it there it was happy and fun and you got to go to recess. But then I went to Jr. High and I liked that too there was freedom and you changed classrooms a whole lot, and you got to hang out with people at your locker for like a whole minute between classes and then the time came to leave that too and I didn't want that to end either. And then High School, now I know some people hated high school but, I loved it. It was fun, it was EASY! Your problems were so simple, and no one really expected that much of you, I mean you were a teenager what all could you do. And then Senior year came and it flew by and we all said goodbye to our friends and headed on to make new ones. A lot of us in places away from our hometown, where everything was new. And well that was awesome too, and I have made some wonderful friendships. And now as I close this chapter I for a little bit will have a few life chapters with out school. The idea of not going to buy books in January and not spending every night in the Harwell Goodwin sounds great. But I will greatly miss it. I'm thankful for those that have just begun this journey, or have already done it, that will be able to coach and guide me through it. 


I think this next chapter is just scary because it holds so many unknowns. I mean life has always been pretty laid out as to what is coming next. After pre-school is kindergarten, .... after high school is college but there is nothing laid out for this chapter. There are so many options and so much of life to explore and figure out on my own. I'm excited about the challenge but I also hear the first 6 months suck... I've had enough "life sucking" for the past year couldn't I skip that part? 

ps. I've gone back and read a whole lot of my posts and I rarely re-read before I post so there are a lot of typos... I apologize, I'll try to get better at that.