Thursday, July 30, 2009
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Lindsay the Intern: Week Six
(This week, our Intern reflects upon how what she has learned about helping people has helped her to help herself.)
A large reason why I find human services so appealing is the fact that it brings different groups people together. For the most part, human service workers stand up for the vulnerable and under-represented, supplementing their abilities with resources and guiding those in need towards independence. Human service workers are advocates for many groups of people.
Friday, July 24, 2009
Teaser Number Two-This Time it's a Poem!
So, last week we experimented with prose to hint at our upcoming fall event, and today, we're taking a (weak) stab at poetry. Can you guess the event yet?
On this afternoon I approach a host
Of bulbous, faceless golden orbs
As they rest against the horizon
An orange fire in gilded autumn fields
I guide the most beautiful one away
Planning my carving the way home
As the skies darken, I am up to my elbows in a mess
Oh orb, I transform the from the inside out
Discarding all that lies within
To reveal the truth contained without
A truth it seems is up to me
And so with care and time your image I reveal
I call to thee the orb named Jack
To see him glow from internal light
I sit and watch as that orb begins to blink
But next glimmer, I swear I saw him wink
For this my attempt to make things better
For those of them held captive in the cold
More will follow. Stay tuned.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Did You Know?
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Lindsay the Intern: Week Five
This week has been a struggle for me. Not because I am doing something I don’t want to do, and not because there have been any particularly difficult challenges in my wake. This week has been hard because I have had time to reflect and I have come to the realization that I am pretty much, by all accounts, an adult. When did this happen?
I drink coffee every morning. Instead of worrying about the weekend while skipping off to school, I contemplate bills while driving to the office. Sure, I spend time socializing and acting upon what is left of my immaturity, but I cant help but feel a little to close to the top of the hill for my age. It got me thinking, do I accept this? Does everyone reach a point in there lives when they look around and find themselves trapped in routine? I would assume so. I would also assume that there are far more difficult realities to come to terms with.
When I feel as though I am in a rut, all it takes is a little perspective to appreciate the things I have and the comfort and safety that embellishes my routine. My project proposal has given me the opportunity to research the population I will be working with this fall. People with acquired brain injuries each have a unique story to tell. I have found that it is hard to generalize just exactly what an acquired brain injury entails. However, one thing that every person goes through when they acquire a brain injury is a drastic change in routine and reality. For many, tasks that were once done without thought now require assistance and aid. That once comfortable and somewhat mundane routine becomes a distant goal to reach. I imagine it’s a lot like sliding back down the proverbial hill, losing tools from your belt and things from your pockets and turning around to climb back up only to find the hill is now made of ice.
When I think about getting to this point in my life, I realize that it would be incredibly difficult to live it all over again without the knowledge I have gained throughout. My reflection has given me new insight into the real struggle that people with acquired brain injuries must face, while renewing my sense of purpose and giving me a more accurate perception of my own growth. No one should feel badly for questioning their place in life, but it is always good to take it a step further and think of the positive aspects and remember that everyone struggles in one capacity or another.
Monday, July 20, 2009
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Thursday, July 16, 2009
Story Time: A Teaser About Another Upcoming Event
It is a dark autumn evening in the market square. The air is crisp and chilled with the hint of winter, which has not yet captured the town in its icy grip. The fragrant smell of rich cuisine delights the nose and the spirit is warmed by the inviting glow of charming shops.
Scores of people dressed warm and cozy mill about the street. An elderly couple clasps mittened hands, while nearby a young father in a red woolen hat laughs as he restrains his boy from charging ahead too quickly. Four teenagers in parkas and grey hooded pullovers animatedly discuss the past week’s dramas at school. At all different points in life and experience, yet united in this night’s destination at least, the crowd makes it way to the plaza ahead, which basks in the glow of a thousand tiny points of light. The elderly man turns to his wife and whispers playfully, “Ah yes, tonight will be one for the ages.”
CD
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Lindsay the Intern: Week Four-Announcing ShelterCare's 1st Annual Summit Challenge
(This summer, Lindsay has been helping the Development Dept. at ShelterCare with the planning of some exciting new events intended to replace our fundraising auction. The first of these events is ShelterCare's Summit Challenge, which will take place on Saturday, August 8, at 8:30 am. Please read Lindsay's entry and see below for where to obtain more information about this exciting new event.)
I have been thinking a lot about the qualities it takes to do human service work over my first few weeks back. Perseverance, strength, endurance, discipline, dedication, and humility all come to mind. These traits can also be found among the clients at ShelterCare who have shown courage in committing to turn their lives in a positive direction.
For more information and to register, please visit www.sheltercareevents.com.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
10 "Meanest" Cities for Homeless People
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Lindsay the Intern: Week Three
In class, we have been discussing how to propose our senior projects in a way that would compel our superiors to support and join in our efforts. The idea of teaching a life skills class to any population seems necessary. We could all brush up on some aspect of life. For some, learning to do taxes might be a skill worth developing. For others, the proper flossing techniques may have eluded them in the past. Defining life skills is an important piece when arguing for its validity, however, it is such a broad concept that it has become difficult to explain.
Recently, I had the opportunity to present the idea for the class to the residents. I stoop up, puffed my chest out, and put on a “you’re all going to love me” smile. “Hi, my name is Lindsay and I will be teaching a Life Skills class here this fall”. Without hesitation, or pity, a women jutted, “oh yeah, and what are life skills?” My intelligent well thought out response? “Like nutrition…”
Clearly, I was not prepared for the question to be asked, not by a resident, not by anyone really. For the sake of sanity, I decided that life skills should be defined in terms of the population being addressed. People with brain injuries must be similar right? They probably all need to learn the same things. Wrong. In fact, the only thing linking people with brain injuries together is the fact that they have brain injuries. That is it. So how then, can I break down the massive category of life skills in order to appropriately capture the Uhlhorn residents? The answer is really pretty simple; ask them! Life skills are simply tools and rules needed to live independently and successfully in the world. After that, the definition extends to what the people in question want to know. The next phase of my project will be to gather information from the residents so that I can create a curriculum of life skills that fits their needs and moves them towards independence.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Lindsay the Intern Week Two
I have never been a very patient person; my family can attest to this (In fact, I am sure they would love to share some stories at my expense). This quality has affected my life in both positive and negative ways. In the absence of patience, I would consider myself a go-getter. Because I cannot stand waiting around for things to happen, I make them happen. Some might call it ambition, but I know my nature is simply the result of waiting-induced anxiety. Despite the negative connotations of lacking patience, I have found it to be the reason for many of my achievements. Getting into the Family and Human Services program was the result not wanting to delay starting on my career path. I knew the gist of what I wanted to do, and not many programs give you the opportunity to spend the majority of your time in the field. So naturally I had to be a part of it. But as life goes, once you jump one hurdle, you soon find yourself approaching another.
The majority of this project should be spent on preparation and practice. In order for the residents to have a meaningful experience where they are truly gaining knowledge, I have to base the class on their needs and interests, not my assumptions. I need to know my audience, how to approach them, and what they expect of me. There is no quick simple means to an end in this situation. For a moment, my lack of patience got the best of me. I was ready to start the class before taking the steps needed to make it worthwhile.