Latest Posts Under: PROFESSIONAL DEVELOPMENT

Getting On and Off Vyvanse: My Personal Journey With ADHD Medication. Part 1

It wasn't until graduate school that I got an official diagnosis of ADHD. This more professional and prestigious environment drove me to see a psychiatrist. Again, I felt I was missing marks, but this time the marks were much bigger and more important. More was at stake, and I noticed that distractions got the better of me while my peers seemed to easily make deadlines and follow directions. In grad school, I had to partake in professional meetings where I struggled to sit still. The challenges I could once skirt or overcome before were now tougher and unavoidable in this rigorous academic environment.

I was in the fourth grade, the grade when everyone slowly switched from writing in pencil to pen. On the very last day of classes, I realized I still had not been given the “okay” to write in pen. My little heart fluttered nervously; I could feel my face grow hot as I imagined entering …

What It’s Like To Be Stalked in Graduate School

When I was stalked in graduate school, at first, I didn't realize it. The stalker was a classmate in our program. This complicated the situation because as students we are all forced to work together and share contact information for group projects and school events. Initially the flood of emails I was receiving from this one person arrived enmeshed with all my other emails, camouflaging the oddity of his behavior. When his next avenue of communication became texting, I really started to feel the burden of being stalked.

Being stalked is like getting locked into a room that no one knows you’re in. It can feel incredibly isolating because it’s a solitary experience. The stalker, obsessed with you, only affects you, making it difficult others to fully empathize. When I was stalked in graduate school, at first, I didn’t realize it. The stalker …

How Fowler Gives Me Power: Reflections on Susan J. Fowler’s Reflecting on One Very Strange Year at Uber

In line with Fowler though, I am writing from a place of reflection. I'd like to write an honest and open letter about my past experiences with certain companies and institutions. In other words, I'd also like to tell my story, and I'd like it to come from a place of truth not judgement. Fowler doesn't "badmouth" Uber; she discloses and informs.

Last Sunday, Susan J. Fowler, a former employee of Uber, published a post on her blog revealing numerous counts of sexual harassment and discrimination she experienced while working for the company. Her post is straightforward and pretty bias-free; her tone is calm, but frank. While some of her experiences at the company might appall readers, …

Being Blonde: How My Hair Color Has Impacted My Life

How Being a Blonde Affects My Life: Right away, as a kid, I saw the correspondence between my hair color and sex. It was the nineties; women were confidently sporting long and fluffy locks (think Julia Roberts' big hair), and this hair was an essential element of fashion and sex appeal. I remember always trying to fluff up my flat hair with hairspray that would inevitably weigh it down and flatten it further. I knew that with my hair color, came a role I had to play, not unlike an actress.

Right away, as a kid, I saw the correspondence between my hair color and sex. It was the nineties; women were confidently sporting long and fluffy locks (think Julia Roberts’ big hair), and this hair was an essential element of fashion and sex appeal. I remember always trying to fluff up my flat hair with …

Can Texting Ruin Professional Communications?

The use of mobile technology throughout a workforce community is a relatively new but integral phenomenon. Texting in particular provides convenience and promptness of communication, however it can also be a gateway to informal or inappropriate communication within a workforce.

The answer is yes. The use of mobile technology throughout a workforce community is a relatively new but integral phenomenon. Texting in particular provides convenience and promptness of communication, however it can also be a gateway to informal or inappropriate communication within a workforce. Communication via mobile devices should be implemented and welcomed in a …

A Family of Poets & Writers

all about this trio of poets

As odd and unlikely as it sounds, I come from a family of writers and poets. Both my mother and father are published authors. My sister is the editor for her college’s literary journal, Miambiance, a blossoming poet herself. And today is Arts & Letters Day. We were invited to read our work as a triad …

ADHD: The Puppy In My Briefcase

I never did officially disclose it to HR. When I asked a coworker if I should, she answered, "Well, do you need any accommodations?" I answered honestly, "Just patience." This was a few years ago, and at the time, I was a super rookie. I didn't know if disclosing it to HR could help or hurt me career-wise.

I’d like to shout it out loud for once, but I can’t. So, I’ll write it out here, ” I have adhd!” It’s nothing to be ashamed of, right? Especially now that there’s all these movements toward eliminating stigmas against mental illness and disabilities, right? Nope. It’s not that simple. While I don’t feel like …

8 Free Ways to Expand Your Mind Legally

Try these 8 creative habits to become more open-minded, more knowledgeable and more global without breaking your brain or the bank.

Try these 8 creative habits to become more open-minded, more knowledgeable and more global without breaking your brain or the bank. [listly id=”sXv” layout=”slideshow” per_page=”1″]

I’m Tired of Being an Artist

I can't stand this weird habit of mine to play with pricey paint on overpriced canvases or pieces of plywood. Today, I especially hate the abstract ones. They offer nothing other than one of my moods, thoughts or bits of dreams. That's all they are, blobs and strokes that illustrate whatever I'm feeling (or thinking or dreaming about or worried about or in love with) throughout the span of the painting's construction.

I’m tired of being an artist right now. There are days like today–when thinking about my art transmits a flurry of moths up from my stomach into my neck in sets like waves. My brush strokes are low-brow; the piles of paintings all around the house and the studio are like piles of dusty yellow newspapers …

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