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That awkward moment when you end up with the in-classwork slackers of the group and suddenly you have to be the take charge and do something one.

#random #about the blogger #the blogger goes to nursing school #group work #in class work #nursing school #I’m usually very chill until a group has no obvious leader and then I elect myself #it’s weird #the only problem ends up being when you know a bit about what the instructor wants from you #and the rest of them are slamming their heads against the walls but you are trying not to take over the whole project #apparently I attempt to present myself as the least pushiest version possible?#there’s probably no socialized gender role reason for that now is there #I think that actually might be from watching other people seize the reins and deciding that’s not what I want to be

Concept map: Black Culture

here is a link to view it better

I’m also going to list the connecting words below because that's better for my brain.

Values

we value hustling because of the success it comes with.

we value money because of its wealth.

we value family because of basic human needs

we value faith because of a lot of black people believe in a higher being

Knowledge

we know to respect our elders

we know our black history

we learn hair care is important

we learn eating habits/etiquette

Beliefs

we believe in Christianity/Islam

we believe in superstitions

we believe in democracy

we believe in good presentation

Behavior

we are loud

we use AAVE

we avoid bestiality

we have a fear of cops

Institutions

Jail and corrections is an institution in black culture

Schools are an institution in black culture

Hair salons/barber shops are an institution in black culture

Fast food places are an institution in black culture

Artifacts

we have food as a particular artifact of our culture

combs and picks are artifacts of black culture

wig/extensions are artifacts of black culture

jewelry is an artifact of black culture

music is an artifact of black culture.

#in class work #anthropology #black culture #wepinkladies

Perfect World #2

Split images. Time is non existent. Perfection seems existent but our surroundings don’t have to be perfect, right? They don’t have to be. Never had to be. The man still smiles as he dances. Dances in the room with chipping walls and paint, with nothing more than a bed dead center on the floor and one measly painting of a sunflower hung on the desiccating walls. He still smiles as he smokes that cigar and waits for the woman to return to him so he can smile and he can put his arm around her and smile again and shout “Isn’t this life just perfect? Aren’t we just perfect?” She lays down perfectly on the perfectly centered bed. She sleeps so perfectly. He shaves his face so effortlessly. Skin smooth and flawless. No scratches or nicks. So smooth, the hands of god would have confused itself and wondered “Did I make that skin so perfect?” Of course I did, I’m God!” Her hair put up in the most impeccable fashion. Her dress fitting tightly to her perfect body, making the red lipstick on her perfectly crafted lips look as deep and sensual as the black fabric clinging to her body. They were perfect. They thought nothing and knew they were perfect. They geld each other in public and knew they were perfect. At the days end, the undress and drift into hours of slumber knowing that they are perfect.

#personal work #creative writing #in class work

Perfect World

We are in a world of perfect people. Perfect ears. Perfect eyes. Perfect noses. Perfect faces. Perfect personalities. The sky is blue and it is perfect. People are perfect. We look, hear, taste, touch perfection. The world is perfect. We are perfect. Because why shall we worry about the non-perfect?

She lays there, bathing in the warmth of the perfect sun’s golden rays. Her skin tingles, crinkles, burns.

He dances. Why the fuck is he dancing? There is nothing in the air. No music. No sounds. No vibrations. Yet he dances so perfectly. That perfect human. He is dancing because he is perfect.

At the end of their perfect days, they undress in their room of absolute nothingness. At the end of their evenings, they lay together, perfectly in sweet nothingness, to the sound of absolute emptiness. Is he crying? Why the hell is he trying?

He speaks so perfectly. Perfectly in his language. He is not American. Sounds pretty French to me. The perfect humans hums as he is eating the food, speaking French words. He is so content, acknowledging all the things he’s lost, all of the things wrong with the world. He takes a sip of his wine, brushing aside his apprehensions. He pretends nothing is wrong. Maybe he’s not pretending. Maybe there is actually nothing wrong in this world of absolute perfection. Perhaps he is just too happy, too perfect to burden himself with these minor, insignificant imperfections. Perfect. Because everything is perfect. There are no problems in this world of absolute beauty and perfection. There is none. Because all is perfect.

#creative writing #my personal work #dont steal my shit #in class work

In Class Experimentation!

During class we did some experimentation with just the materials we had with us and some random bits and piece we may have found nearby. It was a good chance to just loosen up so that we would have a better mindset on how to work on Assessment 1. As you can see our experiment went interestingly, but in the end we resulted in having a mask of sorts. Can’t wait to see what happens next week.

#ADAD1001 #In class work #experimentation