Duh.

It’s easy to feel like that’s an on-point response to the “Why go to college?” question.

But Chickens, one thing I’ve learned is that it’s easy to make the mistake of assuming. Another thing I’ve learned is that people, Chickens, well people are crazy complex and interesting organisms. Just when I think I’ve passed the test on human beings…

Don’t know about you, but I’m so glad to be a Chicken.

People, I mean, people have sooo (w/3 o’s) many different reasons and motivations… soooo (w/4 o’s) many different ways of thinking about life. So (just 1) it’s totally good for people to put their fingers on exactly what they’re doing and why. And totally good to recognize that others may have their fingers in totally different places.

College, for instance. I mean…we Chickens have that in common with people, right? So check out this list of reasons people go to college (courtesy of Dr. Marsha Fralick’s book College and Career Success) and see if you can put your fingers – or feathers or hocks – on why it is you’re here:

It’s good for us, Chickens, to have our claws in deep to a few of these reasons because when the going gets tough & temptation’s easy……(yep, that’s 6 dots/2 ellipses=micdrop) our reasons are our wings.

It’s mid-term, officially, time to reflect, connect, and project. No better way to do that than with a cookie and milk.

Be bold, Chickens. Stop by.

And ‘get yoUr creative On‘ every Friday this semester. What better way to begin the weekend.

OCT Observational Learning

Our new ASC team member, RE, has me thinking about ole’ Chuck Brown…

And, of course, fall means football…the Steelers finally won a game…but back to those lovable, bobble-headed Peanuts…

You know the story, Lucy plays holder and uses all manner of trickery (MENDACITY!, Big Daddy says) to convince Charlie this time will be his time, his “arrival,” if you will…

So goes Chuck, feet pattering, sneakers squeaking …Lucy(fer) pulls her witchery…+ the ball...and Charlie B. goes prostrate again.

As audience, voyeur, spectator to Charlie’s endless torment…it seems as though we can place ourselves in one of two camps. Ole’ Chuck Brown is either:

A. Blockhead

         or

B. Beautiful, bald boy

And maybe our choice says more about us than these wobbly little iconographies forever lodged somewhere between child and adult, simple and sage.

And this, of course, reminds me of the Cherokee parable, Two Wolves, you may be familiar with it too:

An old Cherokee chief was teaching his grandson about life…

“A fight is going on inside me,” he said to the boy.
“It is a terrible fight and it is between two wolves.

“One is evil – he is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, self-doubt, and ego.

“The other is good – he is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith.

“This same fight is going on inside you – and inside every other person, too.”

The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather,
“Which wolf will win?”

The old chief simply replied,
“The one you feed.”

So to recap (using a recommended study strategy of course):

I mean thinking has a way of bringing you back around. So, Chickens, I wonder…

• What camp are you in?
• Which wolf do you feed?
• What are you thinking?

Did you know…

• People with written goals are 50% more likely to achieve than people without goals

• All motivational ‘gurus’ agree that goals should be written down

So today, in the ASC, we’re namin’ our goals…in writing. There’s something about ‘putting it in writing’, right? It’s a psychological thing…when we see something in black ‘n’ white it becomes real, tangible…(probably why, when he’s not looking, presidential aides are secretly removing letters Trump has written from his desk to shred them; fortunately, he’s easily distracted…oops, different post. Different blog, actually.)

Add to this sharing your goals with others and we up the ante on our commitment. We become accountable.

I can’t lie, Chickens, I’m not going to win any awards for goal setting. I mean, in the whirling dervish of my thoughts, there are ideas about things I’d like to accomplish…

But friends, this is “goal’in” done wrong. Here’s why:

1. Pie-in-the-sky, my Poultry-Pals. These are not realistic goals. They’re well beyond my current resources and abilities. Think small. One step at a time.
2. Outta’ freakin’ control. These are not goals I can have any control over. I cannot control how others label literature and with a last name that is not Kardashian or Beyonce, (is that a last name?) I have no influence on the cultural zeitgeist.
3. Get SMART. Good goals are smart…specific. What exactly will be done? How? When? And why does it matter?

Por ejemplo: →

So you can see the difference, right? It’s realistic (you know, provided I actually have an idea for…and want to write…a novel), I can control the outcome (as much as I can control how much sugar I eat), and I know exactly what tangible item I should have when this goal is reached. I know how I will construct my outline, when it should be complete, and it’s value to me in terms of progress and accomplishment, right?

IF this was a real goal (HA! Sigh.)…I would probably want to start making it even smaller…1 chapter a week…benchmarks for soliciting feedback…I mean, the goals get gritty ya’ll…which is why they work.

We’re forced, through the articulation of good goals, to do the “think-work” that’s needed (and often neglected) before, during, and after each “scene” of our lives.

So let’s look at what should be a regular goal-setting routine for students…coursework.

   →I will read Chapter 15 of my A&P textbook by Friday.

Okay. A good start, Chic-a-dees. But let’s keep the larger ‘student’ context in mind – learning. What are your ‘learning’ goals for chapter 15?

  → By Friday, I will have read chapter 15 and will be able to name the major regions of the adult brain; list the major lobes, fissures, and functional areas of the cerebral cortex; and explain lateralization of hemisphere functions.

And we can, yep, make that even more specific by naming what strategies we’ll use to accomplish this goal, using colors to label the major regions of the adult brain, creating a mnemonic for the functional areas of the cerebral cortex…

Gritty realism, my Chicken-y Chums, is the genre-du-jour. Uncompromising determination. Not for the chicken-hearted, I’m afraid.

But we are made of tougher stuff. Though Chickens we may be, our bellies be not yellow and our livers be not white.

So stop by the ASC on your campus today and let us know how you’re “goal’in” this semester.

You don’t have to be Joey “Jaws” Chestnut, Chickens, to appreciate that today is National Hot Dog Day! YUM.

It is good, despite its dubious origins, to celebrate this comical treat.

The humble hot dog exemplifies our ingenuity, our resourcefulness, our ability to melt whatever we’ve got…together…in a vat…throw in some spice…bind it up, dress it up, chew it up and…OH SNAP! aaaaaaaaaaahll is right with the world.

And this is not to mention the ubiquitous hot dog’s versatility…boil, grill, fry, steam, bake, microwave, or fire-pit it, dress it up or down, footlong, l’il smokie, jumbo…it doesn’t care! The hot dog has incredible confidence…a true sense of self. It isn’t intimidated by new experiences (Puka Dog anyone? How ’bout a Japadog? No? A Cachorro Quente, then?) 

The hot dog is a survivor! A go-getter…ain’t no one gonna’ keep it…or Gloria Gaynor…down…not Atkins, or Paleo, or Keto, or Oz…my neighbors used to eat them raw, for frankfurter’s sake! Slurp up the slimy hot dog water right out of the bag…(those kids had a penchant for eating all manner of raw food…how they didn’t have worms and what they had against a stove I will never know.)

So there are some things we can learn from our familiar friend…let us join hands and reflect…