If Only I Were Half As Creative.....

This past weekend marked the fiance's big play. No, not a play he was in, the play he writes and directs for his school. Yes, you heard correctly, he writes it. Now, this is only the 2nd year I've been lucky enough to see this production, but what a production it is! Seriously, when I was in school, our plays were nothing like this. While I can give literally zero details (in order to protect the fiance from his internet-savvy students who might somehow stumble onto this site), I can give my completly and totally biased opinion that the show was awesome and I was one proud significant other. I also rather enjoyed being able to watch the fiance in his element, with students and parents gushing about what a great teacher he is. I also had a moment of glory as the woman behind the man when a co-director announced our engagement during intermission.

There was a moment during one of the shows when I looked over and saw the fiance kneeling down, with his head cocked to the side, listening to make sure the mic was on for the singer, and my heart literally skipped a beat (or two, or three). I thought about how much I admire him, how proud I am of him, and I had another moment (because I've had several over the last few weeks) when I realized I get to spend the rest of my life with him. Someone, please tell me this giddy euphoria never really ends??

Musings from the Union.....

I was getting coffee in the student union today, and as I stood waiting for my latte, I started to listen to the people around me and quickly realized I was surrounded by different cultures. I heard no less than four separate languages (including English), and I would go so far as to say that I (a white female) was actually a minority in the coffee shop. And no, there was no meeting of the Black Student Union, or the Asian Student Union, or the Indian Student Union; apparently I've worked here for over 8 months without really noticing just how diverse this campus is. I swear I'm starting to notice these things more and more thanks to my Diversity in Counseling class, which is by far my favorite class, and quite literally makes my head spin. I leave class and spend my hour-long drive home contemplating my biases and stereotypes and considering the reasons for my lack of exposure to other cultures and how to change that. And then I talk the fiance's ear off about my self-discoveries and spend just about every other waking mintue acutely aware of my role (or lack thereof) in this diverse world. No kidding, every single person should be required to take this class.

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www.blackpeopleloveus.com

Whoooo, the reactions this site will get out of people from all walks of life! I had to write a 2-page response to it that turned into a 6 page novella. It's important stuff, though.