Sunday, July 22, 2012

There's Magic in la Nouvelle-Orleans

 
Please Press Play on this video before reading this post.  I think it will help!

So my time in New Orleans has come to an end.  I spent last Friday taking pictures of things that I wanted to remember the most, and of Tulane's campus.  This has been a truly empowering and motivational experience for me.  I texted Britt after my last day.  I was headed to Wal-mart.  I told her I was unbelievably sad for this experience to come to a close.  I was able to gear up with the new professionals down here, but I won't be taking off.  I will head back to Blacksburg to gear up with our new professionals and new grads and take off into the horizon there.

The biggest take away I have had from my entire experience here is that anything you do, anywhere you go, things will be the same.  You will fall into whatever routine you choose.  Only here there's a little bit of Jazz to it.  There's something magical about New Orleans and Tulane, that I can't explain to those of you who haven't be able to experience it.  So, I'm most sad about losing that little bit of magic when I go back to school.  I can try to replace the magic with cows, but it won't be the same.

Here's what I'll miss:


Driving through the Quarter with my windows down and the radio off.  The sights and sounds of the quarter are enough to delight the eyes and tickle the ears.  Enough jazz down there to keep you wanting more.


Hearing the bell of the streetcar.  The only tourist trap that's worth it.  Speeding past cars and areas of the city without a single care.  Cause no matter how many daquiris you've had or how long you've been at the casino, you're going to get home.


Standing in the Louisiana heat.  I've complained about it all summer.  I start sweating profusely the moment I step out of my apartment.  But there's a culture down here that looks past the sweaty faded t-shirts to the person you are, were, or hope to be.  You can see all that in the Louisiana sun.

The Food.  I could list everything I've tasted since I've been here, but I won't.  I know that there is food here that I may never taste again in my life.  So at least I can mark New Orleans cuisine off the bucket list.

The Rain. What can I say.  The rain here is phenomenal.  The clouds roll in heavy and purple.  They anger the earth with thunder and lightening.  Teasing you with nothing but humidity.  Then all of a sudden the clouds lay waste to a city that is already below sea level.  You can batten down the hatches all you want to but you'll be soaked.  And as soon as you dry off and get comfortable inside, the rain will stop, the sun will come out, and nature will have won.


Tulane.  It's as simple as that.  I have been indoctrinated in the culture here.  I've spoken to many people as if this is where I work, learn, belong.  It became so easy to become engulfed in this community.  The hard working students, and the astute staff members that make it seem so easy, as if it isn't work at all.  The "One Wave" aspect of everything that encompasses the Olive & Sky Blue.  The funny thing is, I barely saw a student all summer, but they way they were missed by the staff speaks volumes about the campus community.

 The Arts.  I walked through the quarter on my last Saturday here and I bought some art, I watched kids tap dance in sneakers, I heard an ole' brass band giving it there all,  I watched a people paint as if no one was watching, I was heckled by psychics,  I saw a man covered completely in silver pain frozen in a pose, I was offered free admission into a club, and watched an old man dance with his wife, I sample some of the world's second best pralines (sorry, native Charlestonian can't give that one up) all on the outskirts of Jackson Square.  Bacchus and the Muses have nothing on this city.

This summer was supposed to give me insight into my future, my profession, where I may want to work and live.  But this summer gave me something more.  It gave me unwavering perspective.  I now know I can live and be anywhere (including Blacksburg) and add my own jazz to it.  You have to take what you are most passionate about and storm into the streets.  You have to make it known that this is what you love, regardless of the blood sweat and tears you've faced.  That's the magic. 

So this year I return to grad school with a renewed (and slightly more positive) attitude, a motivated spirit, and a strengthened will power. 
 I am extremely passionate about giving the students in BV an amazing first year at Virginia Tech.  When it comes to building community with these gentlemen, nothing makes me more excited.
 I want to make social justice and diversity more of a priority on my plate, in my halls, and with my department.  
I want to reconnect with my fraternity and the other NPHC organizations that teach and mold leaders of color.  
I want to work closely with Student Conduct and understand their processes and procedures.
I won't overwhelm myself with anything else.  
I want to drag these passions of mine on the Drillfield and let it be known that there is magic in my work, there is jazz in my heart, and there's a little bit of NOLA in everything I do.

Thanks for an amazing summer, Tulane, New Orleans, Louisiana, until next time...
Laissez les bons temps rouler. J'adore Louisiane. J'adore la Nouvelle-Orleans. J'adore Tulane.


I know I will continue to blog some experiences here, especially my Half Marathon/Marathon conquest.


Peace,

PTJ


Monday, July 16, 2012

Running Journal 22 - Long Run

Day: Monday, July 16th

Time: 5:35 pm

Duration: 2:21:58

Pace:  12'54"

Distance: 11.01 mi

Course: Reily Center, Indoor Track

Weather: Air-Conditioned

Mood: Good


Favorite Song on this Run: "Doo Wop" by Lauryn Hill


Notes: So I missed my long run on Sunday this week.  It rained a little too much and all the streets were flooded.  So I pushed it to today.  An eleven mile run on a Monday after work and before hanging out with a friend.  I have to work with time management.  So I got to the gym today and was not feeling the treadmills (there weren't any treadmills open).  So I set my sights on the indoor track!  I walked for 5 minutes and ran a mile before one of the ProStaff members joined me.  It was awesome!  We went about 6 miles together at a even pace that made it easy to not notice that it took ten laps around the track to complete a mile.  Pause.  I love watching runners.  Everyone has a different technique.  I will try everyones and incorporate it into my stride if I like it. Unpause.  There was a runner that was killing a very short but very quick stride.  His body was upright but he was a little lower to the ground.  So I tried to emulate.  It worked.  I was moving a quick pace, but I wasn't expending a lot of energy.  LOVE IT. After my running partner left I sped up a little bit, but like always I got fatigued at around mile 9.  I stopped for a few more water breaks until mile ten was over.  Then I was done.  I couldn't stand to look at the indoor track.  So I moved to a treadmill.  That lasted less that 5 minutes before I moved outside and ran around a neighborhood by the school.  It was a good run.  And I will continue to use the indoor track for shorter runs, and my new technique is good for pacing when I am tired!  Best run yet!

Running Journal 21 - Running with the Bulls

Day: Saturday, July 14th

Time: ???? pm

Duration:????

Pace: SLOW

Distance: 5.00 miles (maybe??)

Course: Downtown New Orleans

Weather: Pleasant, Early

Mood: Excited, and a little nervous

Favorite Song on this Run: N/A


The Tulane crew with a "bull"
Notes: So this run was a little unorthodox.  And by that I mean that I walked most of it. LOL.  So one of the new ProStaff member at Tulane came into the office to see if anyone wanted to Run with the Bulls with her.  Every year in downtown New Orleans they "run" with the "bulls".  The bulls are actually Roller Derby women with horns attached to their helmets and plastic bats to smack you on the rump.  Some of these women were over excited to smack people on the rump, but it was all in good fun.  The run was a mile.  You could hear the screams whenever someone was being chased by a bull it was hilarious.  Cause most of us walked until a "bull" showed up...then we kicked it into high gear!  Anyway after it was over we decided to go to a restaurant called "eat" for breakfast.  Cause it was like 9am.  The restaurant was about 2 miles away.  However, it was worth it.  They had the best grits I've ever tasted.  After we ate we walked 2 miles back to the car.  So I walked about 5 miles.  I counted this as my run for the following reasons:
  1. I was wearing workout clothes and sneakers
  2. I was sweaty when I was done
  3. I WALKED 4 MILES FOR FOOD
  4. I was too tired to do anything but sleep when I got back home
  5. Because I decide what constitutes a run and what doesn't
LOL. Anyway it was a great experience, and something I wouldn't be able to do anywhere else!

Running Journal 20

Day: Friday, July 13th

Time: 8:08 pm

Duration: 43:42


Pace:  14'27"

Distance: 3.02 mi

Course: Reily Center, Treadmill

Weather: Air-Conditioned

Mood: Slow


Favorite Song on this Run: "Work That" by Mary J. Blige

Notes: This run was horrible.  I was unbelievably slow.  I can't explain it.  I was exasperated and unprepared.  It wasn't paced, it was simply a three mile run.  I clomped and schlomped on the treadmill like a hippopotamus. I may have be dehydrated. Who knows.  There is nothing about this run that was good, except I found out that I had Mary J. Blige on my running playlist.  She had me jamming.  I was in no mood to dance. But my brain and ears were please.  It's good to note that I should have done this run on Thursday the 12th, but I retwisted my dreads instead.  So maybe my body was reacting to running on the wrong day. Hmph.  This does not please me. Not one bit, but I have no one to blame but myself!

Running Journal 19

Day: Wednesday, July 11th

Time: 6:00 pm

Duration: 49:31

Pace:  9'47"

Distance: 5.06 mi

Course: Reily Center, Treadmill

Weather: Air-Conditioned

Mood: Rushed

Favorite Song on this Run: "Pumped Up Kicks" by Foster the People


Notes: So I've gotten good about finding time for my runs, but I've never been an expert planner.  I scheduled to hang out with some other interns at 7:30 and I didn't make it to the gym until 6.  I needed the run to be over in an hour so I could take a shower and head to The Rum House (still one of the best restaurants I've found).  Anyway I hit the treadmill, and tried to pace as best as I could.  I took a water break at the halfway point and plugged through the second half.  I did pretty well. Not too shabby.  And I showered changed and made it to the restaurant before everyone else!  Can you say winning.  Unfortunately, because I'd just run my stomach wasn't ready to eat.  The food turned my stomach upside down.  It was pretty horrible.  Oh well.  I logged the miles!!  That's the point, right?

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

TrenchWork

There's a pretty common metaphor within Housing and Residence Life.  We train our RAs and our Grad staff for an inexplicable amount of time and then we say, "You're the first line of defense.  You're working in the trenches everyday." This metaphor is odd, and frankly, incorrect.

Here comes some knowledge --> The front line and the trenches aren't the same thing.  Either you're on the front line or you're in the trenches.  You would know the difference. But it's not just that, it creates a barrier that one can cross when they move up in the organization.  How far do you have to go to move from the front line to the trenches?  And is one more "safe" than the other?

Sure.  RAs and Graduate Hall Directors (or whatever the title for grads is) are on the front line.  They're dealing with student situations on a day to day basis.  But it is the central HRL office that is in the trenches.  This includes your AVP for Student Affairs, Director of ResLife and Housing, and Associate and Assitant Directors, and Area Directors.  This is Central Housing and ResLife (Central HRL - This includs your Housing office or any area offices).  These people are doing a lot of the work to make the organization function.

But this leaves out one key person.  The New Professional.  The Residential Learning Coordinator/Area Director/Community Director/Resident Director.  Whatever their title is, they play an important part.  They live both in the trenches and the front line.  They are an information and support carrier, they build the team, make it stronger, they redirect people to and from the medic and they discharge those that are no longer necessary.  This is where the line is drawn.

This is not to say that administrators in the central office do not come out of the trenches to assist on the front line.  How many of you have seen your Director of Residence Life and Housing dancing at a training session? Or seen your Area Director handle a judicial meeting?  There are many occasions where they have to be there for support or to handle things.  But if the organization is more hierarchical than flat these tasks will be handled by the appropriate professional.  If the organization is more flat then any number of professionals may take part in the situation.

Here's why this makes since to me.  During the school year I am a graduate hall director (not my official title, but essentially).  I work in the front line, and occasionally the trenches.  Pause.  As I graduate student I am allowed to see what is happening on the front line and the trenches.  This is called professional development.  Unpause. I don't see "TrenchWork" everyday.  I couldn't really tell you the specifics of what the Central HRL staff at Virginia Tech does everyday.  So when I chose my summer internship I picked carefully.  I needed a medium-sized private university, and I needed an experience that was less involved with students but more involved with Central HRL.

That's exactly what I got.  I work in the central office here at Tulane.  I see the same people everyday.  I am apart of their conversations, I see them at lunch, and I assist with any "other duties as assigned".  I know what situations they are dealing with and how carefully it goes down the pike...if it has to leave the central office at all.  I know information that is kept in central, and information that is free to leave whenever it would like.  I've even seen the organizational climate shift to accommodate newly hired professionals.  But Central HRL and TrenchWork isn't for everyone.

TrenchWork is strategic.  TrenchWork is delicate. But, most importantly, TrenchWork is hard.  Most people that move up into the Central HRL or the Area Offices have been in ResLife/Housing for a while.  They have made the bulletins and door decs, they've created point systems for their programming wheel, they've dealt with student issues all throughout their tenure.  And now they sit in central dealing with a number of different things from day to day.  TrenchWork is not for the faint of heart, because EVERYTHING...LITERALLY EVERYTHING comes through Central HRL.

One of the many things I have learned this summer is that Central HRL offices are a hotbed for parent interactions, student complaints, facilities issues, eager mentors, counseling techniques, and mutual understanding.  A lot of negative can walk into Central HRL anytime during the day, but more positive interactions are likely.  So as an RA, Grad Staff, or New Professional find your way into the trenches as often as possible.  The more you understand the trench culture the better prepared you are potential situations.

I guess my last bit of advice is this...you don't know the power of the Drop-In Hello.  These professionals in the trenches came into this field to work with students. However, as you move up in this field you see less and less of them.  Drop-In every once in a while and say two things.
 1. Hello.  and 2. What's happening in Central today?  I guarantee the conversation you start will lead to an indelible professional relationship.


This post is long, but I just want to say Thanks to all the TrenchWorkers at Francis Marion University, College of Charleston, Virginia Tech, & Tulane University.  You're all rockstars in my book!

Peace.

PTJ

Running Journal 18

Day: Tuesday, July 10th

Time: 8:44 pm

Duration: 34:51

Pace:  9'08"

Distance: 11:35 mi

Course: Reily Center, Treadmill

Weather: Air-Conditioned

Mood: Crappy & Bored

Favorite Song on this Run: "21st Century Life" by Sam Sparro

Notes: Today was boring, and because of my jacked up sleeping habits I was tired all day.  When I left work I went to bed.  I slept for an hour.  Then I wanted to eat something unhealthy.  So I did.  This slump was horrible. When 8:30 rolled around I was like, okay lets go to the gym.  I laced up and schlumped to the gym.  Got on the treadmill.  And everything I'd eaten was being mean to me.  I could run for long periods of time with out feeling gross.  I did a lot of walking.  My new diet isn't scheduled to start until August 1.  But I could be a better runner if I switched over now.  All and all a horrible run.

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Running Journal 17: Long Run

Day: Sunday, July 8th

Time: 6:17 pm

Duration: 1:31:28

Pace:  9'08"

Distance: 10.01 mi

Course: Reily Center, Treadmill

Weather: Air-Conditioned

Mood: Angry

Favorite Song on this Run: "Good Life feat. T-Pain" by Kanye West


Notes: I was supposed to get up at 6 am for this run.  I was supposed to run outside.  My sleep has been pretty messed up lately.  I toss and turn.  I wake up at around 2 am, thirsty, starving, and my allergies acting up.  It's horrible.  So I didn't wake up until about noon.  I was upset.  It was storming outside.  The smell of the rain made me happy, but missing my run made me angry.  Then I have to switch my day all around.  I have to reschedule meals so I'm not too full, but I have to eat enough to make it 10 miles at all. Ugh.  It was a bad day.  I got to the gym angry.  I got on a treadmill and began pacing.  My training plan says that my long runs are not supposed to be paced...they are just avenues to get the miles behind you.  That's why I like to do them outside.  I can explore neighborhoods, walk a little, skip a little, dance a little.  You know, whatever comes to mind.  I blasted through the first five miles.  Not literally, obvi.  I hopped of the treadmill and walked around the gym.  Then when I got back there was a new person on the treadmill next to mine.  Pause.  By this point I am drenched in sweat.  The second half of this run will be a beast because I went to fast in the beginning. Unpause.  This new runner set all of his stuff up, and began walking at a brisk pace.  A typical warm up.  Then he began to run. Pause.  This is truly why I hate gyms and treadmills.  My competition and machismo kicked in.  And then turned all the way up! Unpause.  I began pacing with him.  Then I began pacing faster than him.  Then I realized that I had about 6 and a half miles under my belt and he only had one mile.  If that.  So I started to walk.  Because I was tired and I stupidly wasted energy.  Then it happened.  The Good Life came on my iPod.  I started jamming.  I really should tape my treadmill dances.  It is impressive the amount of dancing I can do.  I realized that I was on mile eight, and I was almost done.  I danced until it was over.  I ended up pacing really well, considering.  But I got through it!