MBPT

My personality type is apparently ISFJ
It said:
" You are:

• slightly expressed introvert
  
• slightly expressed sensing personality
  
• moderately expressed feeling personality
  
• moderately expressed judging personality"

I read about it and not everything is completely true but there are some things that fit me PERFECTLY ( and when i say perfectly i mean PERFECTLY!)

-ISFJs make pleasant and reliable co-workers and exemplary employees, but tend to be harried and uncomfortable in supervisory roles

-While their work ethic is high on the ISFJ priority list, their families are the centers of their lives. ISFJs are extremely warm and demonstrative within the family circle--and often possessive of their loved ones, as well. When these include Es who want to socialize with the rest of the world, or self-contained ITs, the ISFJ must learn to adjust to these behaviors and not interpret them as rejection. (yep! just so happens that the other interns are E and Ben is an IT)

-Being SJs, they place a strong emphasis on conventional behavior (although, unlike STJs, they are usually as concerned with being "nice" as with strict propriety); if any of their nearest and dearest depart from the straight-and-narrow, it causes the ISFJ major embarrassment...Over time, however, ISFJs usually mellow, and learn to regard the culprits as harmless eccentrics :-). (haha! eccentric lol but this is sooooo true though!)

-Like most Is, ISFJs have a few, close friends. They are extremely loyal to these, and are ready to provide emotional and practical support at a moment's notice. (However, like most Fs they hate confrontation; if you get into a fight, don't expect them to jump in after you. You can count on them, however, run and get the nearest authority figure.) (yup!)

AND LAST BUT CERTAINLY NOT LEAST! ... lets just say MOST IMPORTANTLY

-One ISFJ trait that is easily misunderstood by those who haven't known them long is that they are often unable to either hide or articulate any distress they may be feeling. For instance,…An adult ISFJ may drive a (later ashamed) friend or SO into a fit of temper over the ISFJ's unexplained moodiness, only afterwards to explain about a death in the family they "didn't want to burden anyone with." Those close to ISFJs should learn to watch for the warning signs in these situations and take the initiative themselves to uncover the problem.

Amen to that!

GWood!

Despite the unbearable heat and sitting in a CAR smelling of vomit for half the time in that heat, the trip to Greenwood was actually pretty fun (also, minus the emergency room part. But even then we made the best of it). We took lots of beautiful pictures, saw some cool stuff (i.e. the board dedicated to ms. Harris), and ate some good food. But the heat! It was waay too hot to spend more than 15 minutes outside. After a while I always managed to run to the car, inside a building, or under a tree in the shade.

One of the most hysterical parts of the trip was seeing these crazy hairstyles! People in Greenwood seriously have an interesting sense of taste. We saw two women with the craziest hairdos and, i tell ya, that is aalll we needed to make our day! Remembering them right now makes me chuckle a little bit.

Speaking of which, it was also the day after I got my hair did. I was definitely strutin' mah stuff hahaa - if youre a female you get it, if youre a male never mind and just keep reading lol

Of course, the not-so-fun part of the day was seeing Asia get from bad to worse and having to bring her to the ER. It was kinda scary, ESPECIALLY because Ben just completely fliped for some reason and started panicking out of nowhere. I feel like the best way to take care of a sick person is to remain calm so that your fears are not noticed by the person who is sick- because that just makes things worse.
I noticed that Ben gets really overprotective when it comes to this stuff. Watching him in the ER i turned to Kelly and said "Yo, look at Ben". She looked and we smiled (or laughed ha). Thats why it was not a surprise to me when i was told that the nurse thought Ben and Asia was a couple! hahaa that was too funny.

YEa well that was my day in greenwood. Special thanks to Crystal and Ms. Harris... and Ben (i guess - ha) for making that day possible.

Poem that sums MTC experience so far

Ring
Class, lunch, laughs
Honk
Room, eat, smile

*snap*

(lol)

process of writing my poem ha

Ben needs some entertainment in that office
So he asks us to amuse him with a poem about our experience
Well everything is fine Ben,
In fact today I learned the importance of giving distance.

What’s this with teachers wanting students to write poems
I’m not creative in that way
I’ve already written blogs about what’s happened so far
I have nothing left to say

hahaa Ok ok that was a joke. Let me try to be serious now

Ring
Class, lunch, laughs
Honk
Room, eat, cry

A poem can be that short right. Hahaa im sorry im not a poet!

It should've been about me all along (second free write)

I've had a lot of time to think and today i learned something and it's -if you can't fit in, dont force it... find another location... i've found that other 'location'.

I can't believe I was really stressing myself so much the other day. so much unnecessary stress and time wasted! smh
i found that im comfortable with myself. I can't get along with everyone in the world and i'm okay with that. I spent way too much time worrying about what other people think.

There is a line between the other 3 interns and myself, a line thats been drawn since day one and has thickened since then. There is no rule that says we have to be "kokot a figaro" (Haitian Creole equivalent to 'best buddies'). We can just be ‘associates’. I wish it werent the case but it seems inevitable.

i try, i really do, but it seems the harder i try the worse it gets for me and the further i push them away. soooo im going to stop trying. it's probably best anyway. That way theres less stress for me and less awkward moments for them.

So today i spoke to some first years and we got along just fine. I realized that I’m not stuck in a room with my fellow interns, the door is wide open and I can make friends outside of Northgate A203-204. Smh I still can’t believe it took so long for me to realize that! This whole time I’ve been thinking “we HAVE to get along, we HAVE to get along” and in fact, no we don’t.

We had an…emotional conversation the other day and things are kind of getting better. I like it this way. And to keep it the way it is, I will stay at a distance and create some breathing space. I’ve been suffocating them this whole time trying to find some commonalities, they need some time off from me and that’s just what im going to give them… for better or for worse.

I don’t know. This is a free write so it isn’t edited or calculated (which, actually, is the case for all of my blogs! Ha) but this especially. Im just writing and posting whats on my mind right now… what-evs

Things are looking good for me though. Who knows, maybe I’ll enjoy the rest of the summer after all (because, honestly, just the other day I thought this was going to be the summer from hell)
Im happy now… or maybe satisfied is a better word
Im satisfied now. And that’s all that matters

Letters from Mississippi (06.15.09)

“I am not ashamed to use the word right now, for I feel very attached, very loyal to the common but infractable bits of passion and affection and desire and appreciation and enjoyment and loyalty that are what it comes down to, if one lives for any reason other than to keep from dying. Tell everyone I’m well and that if they want me to go back to Harvard in the approved style, they simply do not understand.” - 153

“We sang on mightily “Ain’t going to let no jailing turn me around.” - 94

“If they don’t believe in integration, how come they’s so many half-white Negroes around? - somebody’s been integrating for a long time.” - 195

“[Hollis Watkins] got about 14 Negroes to go to the court house with the intention of registering to vote. Sheriff Smith greeted the party with a six shooter drawn from his pocket, and said “Okay, who’s first?” Most of the Negroes remained cautiously quiet. After several seconds a man who had never before been a leader stepped up to the Sheriff, smiled and said, “I’m first, Hartman Turnbow.” -90-91

I’ve always wanted to have a connection with the history of Black Americans. In fact, it’s one of the reasons I was looking forward to spending my summer in Mississippi. I’ve seen movies and documentaries and heard stories and all but, for some reason, nothing compares to reading the letters from this book. The amount of courage and passion these people had back then amazes me. They chose their words wisely- kind yet stern. Their perspectives are somehow unlike what any movie director can reenact. The idea that some of them have written these letters in the worse conditions (i.e. prison) and still have that much hope left astonishes me. It’s amazing. They are amazing

Video blog... is this allowed?