Showing posts with label college. Show all posts
Showing posts with label college. Show all posts

Monday, November 9, 2015

College Safe Spaces



The New York Times
The Safe Space is a trauma therapy center where real victims can recuperate. Also explains the 'microaggression.'

Breitbart
A Response to the New York Times article. Safe Spaces are an afront to Free Speech, apparently.

Media Matters
The very real crisis of mental health support for college students.

New Republic
Is this the norm or the exception?

Reason.com
Offensive Halloween Costumes, at Yale! Really? Realllly?
Are college campus safe spaces really good for students? To a certain point it seems like a good idea, especially for students that are victims of real crime or abuse.

It seems, however, that interpretation of the idea for safe spaces is getting a little extreme.

Some students apparently feel the outside world that awaits them looms darkly, and seem to be trying to stifle their adjustment to the harsh realities.

Saturday, January 17, 2009

Another big step - beginning a business plan


I applied for the MBA program at UIS. I was accepted conditionally until all my paperwork is in order, so I'm able to take classes. I'm doing this because I am out of other options. I've been unemployed since before Christmas, and it seems as if everyone else will be unemployed soon too.

If I get through this program I would like to start my own business. I have a special place in my heart for secular progressives, and now more than ever, they need support. I'm one of them and I often feel totally alone except for my monthly group meetings, and my friends on MySpace.

I would like to start a coffee shop / book store / meeting place / Political Action / Support Center for atheist. I already know about harassment, intimidation and job discrimination against atheists. I shall soon understand regulations and other required duties for maintaining such an organization.

Ultimately, I hope to make some friends in the process and help spread the wisdom of rational reason.

Monday, December 8, 2008

Life decision time

One of the symptoms of chronic anxiety is the gnawing feeling that it's time to make a "life decision." The psychological "noise" in the background is not really noise, more like a feeling generated by a slight overabundance of epinephrine.

Coffee will do that too. My big decision is whether or not to literally buy a farm house. It will put a huge dent in my monthly payment, slightly over a third of my gross monthly income. That would mean making a real commitment to my current job.

I would be stuck where I am right now and the current economic situation is just beginning to coast down the other side of the highest roller coaster peak at Wild Ride America.

The farm house is near Edinburg on N. 900 East Road. It's one of many properties I'm looking at. I haven't decided. I still need to talk to a bank about qualifying for a loan.

If I get this place, or one like it, I will be stuck here. The last time I made a decision like this was when I joined the military. I joined because I couldn't find a job, and after I signed the contract and made the commitment, another job opportunity came up that I really wanted. Too bad, four years off-course.

I don't know exactly what I would do with a place like this, but I do know that I would have space enough to do literally anything I wanted. I don't know how close the nearest neighbors are, I only saw the property from Google maps, and the satellite image is way too blurry to tell.

Work issues keep me on the edge of my seat, ready to bolt for the door. My chronic anxiety fills me with so much impatience that I skip details at work that wind up costing me extra time later when I must go back and finish the little details. I get criticized all the time for it. I feel stupid, but then I have an exemplary military record and two college degrees that prove I'm not stupid.

It makes me wonder what details I'm missing right now. Sometimes I'm stuck trying to figure out what I'm forgetting, there's always something I'm forgetting. This cycle becomes panic after a while, almost like a petit mal seizure. I could sit for hours and re-prioritize my to-do list, all the while doing nothing but staring at my computer.