When trying to decide an organization that I believed essentially, "wore their values on their sleeve". I thought of orgs like PETA, or since I am conceited, I thought of an organization I am involved in, Teach for China, sponsored by Teach for All. However, both of these screamed cookie cutter answer to me. So I thought a little deeper, I decided the question did not say the organization had to have good values, or values I even agree with. So although I am not really familiar with this organization, I chose the Westboro Baptist Church. I picked the Westboro Baptist Church because I find their values both humorous and appalling. For those of you who do not know, Westboro Baptist Church is an organization that is staunchly against homosexuality, in fact their website is godhatesfags.com. Don't go there. They have also been known to picket soldiers funerals and desecrate the American flag. This "church" merely has 70 members and yet they are consistently in the media, around the country, and even on our campus. I thought the Westboro Baptist Church was a prime example of a couple of things.
First off, no matter how small your organization is or even as one person, you can still make a huge impact, positive or negative. One person getting shitfaced in their letters, getting in a fight, and then defecating in the street, or sexually assaulting a woman, for example, allows the community to perceive that the entire fraternity and sorority community's values align with that individual. Just as one member of a fraternity helping a woman jump her car makes that woman perceive the community in a different light.
This brings me to point two, and this link. That no matter how many great things we do, negative things will always get the most publicity. The reason I know Westboro Baptist Church's values is because they are ridiculous and appalling and the media feeds on that. Furthermore, we cannot run from our past or dismiss it. The article above appeared in the paper this past Saturday. April 23rd, 2011. It uses an event that took place almost 30 years ago. Autumn 1984. To argue that woman would be drastically safer without fraternities on college campuses. We must combat that argument. Not with words. But with actions. And sometimes, inaction.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Values
Values are something my stepfather stressed throughout my adolescent years. He said they were something taught by parents, popular culture, friends, and experiences. What he didn't say is that values were something a person learned on their own. They may be influenced by a person's interactions with their environment, but they are unique to each and every person. So here are 4 core values that define me.
Honesty. Honesty with others. Honesty with myself. Honesty involves more than just telling the truth. Honesty involves acceptance. Acceptance with what I've done. What others have done. And with how it affects me. Honesty includes admitting when I've failed. Sometimes honesty is painful. Being honest with myself means understanding my own ego. Understanding that success is relative.
Respect. This one is greatly influenced by my stepdad. He harped on respect. And from that I learned... That you must respect people in order to earn respect yourself. Respect includes respecting others. But it also includes respecting yourself. Respecting your own thoughts, opinions, and needs. Making them known as well. Something I am not good at. Respecting others not only includes respecting them for who they are, but genuinely accepting them. Regardless of race, ethnicity, upbringing, or social status.
Kindness. This one is kind of self explanatory. I value kindness. Both being kind myself and having kindness thrust upon me. I enjoy serving others, and that may be as simple as being kind to them.
Authenticity. This one kind of envelopes the other three. But being authentic in each one of these values is essential to the very values themselves... if that makes sense. However, you should not only be authentic in those values, but also in every aspect of life. I guess a class synonym for authenticity might be congruence :)
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Monday, April 11, 2011
Who am I?
I am Jim Neidinger. I'm 20 years old. I live, work, and study at Ohio State. I am from a small suburb of Cleveland. Its called Brecksville. Diversity doesn't exist there. Middle class, white families do. Naturally I have a mother. A father. I have a stepdad too. I have two older brothers. Well, technically one is a stepbrother, but he's been a brother to me since age 5. He's getting married in 6 months. At 22. Insane. My brother graduated from Ohio Northern University. He studied mechanical engineering. I am proud of him. He was a member of Theta Chi. I have spent my entire life making sure I was better than him. At everything. I am an asshole. My mom is difficult. She is opinionated and stubborn. But she is the hardest working person I know. She has overcome adversity. She micromanages my life. I have made her cry. More often than I am comfortable with. I am not as good of a son as I would like to be. My dad is the most intelligent person I know. My dad is the least driven person I know. My dad frustrates me. My dad is a source of happiness. My stepdad is stern. I hated him growing up. He has made me the gentleman that I am today. He taught me values. I have a dog. His name is Calvin. He loves bananas. It's weird. I play the piano. I cook. I am damn good at it. I eat. I love to eat. I am incredibly proud of my parents for everything they have provided me. I love family. I am close to my extended family. Life is fragile. Life is short. I like laughing. I like sushi. I like sushi with cucumber.
I am studying Chinese and Finance. I have no idea why. I love people. I love social interaction. I have no idea what my purpose is. I have no idea what I want to do with my life. I live with 5 other men. Stress the word, MEN. They smell. They are dirty. The house is not clean. The bathrooms are disgusting. I love them. My room is my sanctuary. It is clean. It is organized. I have a self diagnosed slight case of obsessive compulsive disorder. I love grammar. I love spelling. I love words. Tyler Blair made at least 4 mistakes in his blog. I winced at each one. I work at the Union. I have worked there since September. Working there makes me happy. I thoroughly enjoy the people. One of those people is Tyler. In 7 months he has greatly impacted my life. He has helped mold me into who I am today. I am grateful. Brownie points. Lots. I also work as a Computer Science and Engineering consultant. I hate it. It's difficult. I am bored of talking about myself. This is called stream of consciousness. I love it. I joined Delta Tau Delta for two reasons. Howard Harcha was my RA. My brother was in one. I needed to one up him. Why I joined a fraternity is unimportant. Why I am still there is important. I believe in my fraternity. I believe in it as a molder of men. Not necessarily a molder of good men. I believe in its ability to positively impact the lives of everyone it comes in contact with. I am proud of my fraternity. I am discouraged by parts of my fraternity.
Truth, Courage, Faith, Power. I believe in respect, honesty, and constructive criticism. I am honest. To a fault. I am a hippy. I want world peace. I hate confrontation. I have ridiculously high standards. Everyone in my life has disappointed me. I believe in love. I am selfless. I put my all into everything. Sometimes too quickly. Sometimes it sucks. I am passionate about educating underprivileged children. I want to eradicate educational disparities that are prevalent in many areas of the world. I believe in every child having an equal opportunity. Every child is a blank canvas. Or a ball of clay, if you will. Life makes us who we are. And we should be proud of it.
I want to be happy. I know it is selfish. But others happiness is part of what makes me happy. So it isn't that selfish.
I am studying Chinese and Finance. I have no idea why. I love people. I love social interaction. I have no idea what my purpose is. I have no idea what I want to do with my life. I live with 5 other men. Stress the word, MEN. They smell. They are dirty. The house is not clean. The bathrooms are disgusting. I love them. My room is my sanctuary. It is clean. It is organized. I have a self diagnosed slight case of obsessive compulsive disorder. I love grammar. I love spelling. I love words. Tyler Blair made at least 4 mistakes in his blog. I winced at each one. I work at the Union. I have worked there since September. Working there makes me happy. I thoroughly enjoy the people. One of those people is Tyler. In 7 months he has greatly impacted my life. He has helped mold me into who I am today. I am grateful. Brownie points. Lots. I also work as a Computer Science and Engineering consultant. I hate it. It's difficult. I am bored of talking about myself. This is called stream of consciousness. I love it. I joined Delta Tau Delta for two reasons. Howard Harcha was my RA. My brother was in one. I needed to one up him. Why I joined a fraternity is unimportant. Why I am still there is important. I believe in my fraternity. I believe in it as a molder of men. Not necessarily a molder of good men. I believe in its ability to positively impact the lives of everyone it comes in contact with. I am proud of my fraternity. I am discouraged by parts of my fraternity.
Truth, Courage, Faith, Power. I believe in respect, honesty, and constructive criticism. I am honest. To a fault. I am a hippy. I want world peace. I hate confrontation. I have ridiculously high standards. Everyone in my life has disappointed me. I believe in love. I am selfless. I put my all into everything. Sometimes too quickly. Sometimes it sucks. I am passionate about educating underprivileged children. I want to eradicate educational disparities that are prevalent in many areas of the world. I believe in every child having an equal opportunity. Every child is a blank canvas. Or a ball of clay, if you will. Life makes us who we are. And we should be proud of it.
I want to be happy. I know it is selfish. But others happiness is part of what makes me happy. So it isn't that selfish.
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