Saturday, August 6, 2011

Perception

So, I am reading What the Dog Saw by Malcolm Gladwell. It's the Common Reading for Oglethorpe's new students, and some of the themes touch on counter-intuitive thinking and perception. This book is really sinking into my everyday thought. Yesterday, I was driving down Buford Highway in Atlanta. If you don't know Buford Hwy, it's this great stretch of road full of ethnic stores and restaurants. You'll see people of all backgrounds walking up and down the road. As I was driving, I was thinking about how some people are sketched out there as they only see it as a poor part of the city, and others hate that there are so many pedestrians on the road. It's similar in rural areas. If someone is walking to town, they're seen as odd. Then, I started thinking about seeing pedestrians in other neighborhoods like Decatur, Midtown, or Virgina-Highlands. People are attracted to these neighborhoods in part because a lot of people walk.

Why is it that in low socio-economic areas the general perception of pedestrians is either sympathy for their assumed lack vehicles or frustration because they are in the way, while the perception in a more trendy, "urban" area is "good for them!"? 

Monday, August 1, 2011

August...another Love-Hate Relationship

August is finally here, and my mind screams UGH and YAY all at once. This month is highly significant in the Higher Ed world. It means the end to the "slower" college pace, the end to thinking you can put things off just one more day, the beginning of the high speed of finalizing all the orientation details, and the feeling that I'll never get it all done: UGH. However, it means the excitement of new students beginning their lives away from home, being a part of their endless possibilities, and the satisfaction once orientation is over and no longer looming over my head. YAY!

August is important in our Hunter family baseball life as well. It means the beginning of the "will the season ever end" feeling, bad moods toward road trips, hating that I have to work away from my husband, and burn out because there is never a real day off from Matt's work. UGH. However, it means the end is only 1 1/2 months away, date nights, coming home to my best friend, taking special trips, and no longer being the 3rd wheel with friends. YAY! Now, I just hope instructional league or winter ball don't take our off-season away, but I guess we'll cross that bridge when we reach it.

Until September, we'll push through the UGHs and cherish the YAYs one day at a time.