It was the move-in and and me and my friend were returning to dorm after lunch. Both of us being from Nepal, we felt comfortable talking in Nepali language. As we approached nearer to our building, we had a man, probably a parent of a freshman because a lot were moving in that day, strolling in front of us. We were busy chatting about life and food in the US and how it was completely different than what we had seen. We entered the building and headed towards the elevator. Still, we were talking. One or two times we had exchanged that stranger look between us. The man got out of the elevator on the 2nd floor and us on the 4th. Nothing uncommon had happened but then I realized that I did something wrong. Were we supposed to speak in English? Did the man feel awkward with us talking what he didn’t understand? How would I feel when two people beside me are talking and chuckling but I don’t understand anything? Did he think something bad about me? Well, perhaps he judged us on negative way and now I regret that. …show more content…
This incident not fully but to some extent matches my experience above. The effect in my case is not so disastrous as the case in the book, but I felt that both incidents express the way in which a normal conversation can be misinterpreted by a third person in a very contrasting manner. As the title of the chapter is ‘Doing Something Good’, it supports the idea that even when a person thinks he/she is doing good, it can have a negative or a different impact on other people. As me and my friend were talking, the man could
There are two ways that this quotation might be interpreted, one way focuses on a person's goodness, or lack of, and the other concerns benign or malicious intentions.
When I was eighteen I had an encounter that involved barriers to my communication with a stranger. I was in Havana; Cuba I had just turned 18 three days earlier and I was out with family exploring the city of Havana. I went to explore one of the 16th century houses alone and ran into a young native man. This guy seemed to be Cuban, his nonverbal communication was that of sexual interest as he looked me up and down several times. He started talking to me but I couldn’t understand most of what he was saying due to his accent, the only thing I did understand was when he called me a Mango. I was very confused when he called me a Mango. I then stereotyped him, in my mind he became just some uneducated native. I experienced some ethnocentrism, I
...ses. Misunderstandings can make anyone look bad. Humans cannot always keep their cool and once they lose their temper, those people are not the nicest to be around. People of different backgrounds are treated differently, betrayal is an everyday thing among humans and this happens everywhere, in every society. George Orwell and Carol Geddes clearly demonstrate “man’s inhumanity to man” through their texts Animal farm and “Growing up Native”. Both authors have many real life situations in their story and essay that can be related to the world now. Misunderstandings, different back ground, and betrayal all show a man’s inhumanity towards another.
So, over all, this helps you get a better understanding that ethical dilemmas happen for all people, in all walks of life, in many different situations. It shows us we must pay attention to our actions and the actions of others around us. As long as we follow the rules, and ask for a little direction when we don’t know what to do, we will all be better off in our careers as helpers.
Because of his cultural and racial background, this gentleman was not hesitant to engage in a conversation. He happily shook my hand and it took him a while to step back because I was gradually standing closer and
“Wow, your house smells amazing!” I exclaimed to my friend Kristi as we sat in her living room. Two years ago, I remember walking into Kristi’s house and taking a deep breath. Every time I visited her house, I relished the pleasant scent floating around her house, so one day I expressed this to her. However, her reply surprised me. “My house doesn’t smell like anything!” she responded. Initially confused, I slowly realized since she lived in her house her entire life, she no longer noticed the smell. This made me wonder if I no longer noticed things in my own life. Sometimes people’s lives mirror this situation. Settling for lackluster lives and sinful actions, they fail to notice problems in their lives anymore. Through “Dare You to Move”
When I was in Korea, I used to be a volunteer interpreter in international clinic. As a volunteer interpreter, my job was not demanded professional medical interpreting skills. One day, I got a call from a nurse who had a foreign patient. She told me that the patient was an English man and he needed an interpreter when he sees a doctor. The nurse also said that this consultation did not contain serious or difficult medical terminology. When I went to the waiting room, I recognized that he is my former English professor. He also remembered me so we exchanged greetings. While we were exchanging greetings, the nurse asked about our relationship and I told her that I took his class in last semester. When the nurse heard my story, she said that it might be good if the patient has a company who know him. At that time, I thought that our relationship, professor and student, would not be a problem to be an interpreter for him. Therefore, I showed him into the doctor’s room and started...
The thought of good people brings warmth and joy to my heart. On a daily basis I would like to think that most, if not all, of the people we surround ourselves with strive to be good people. My initial thought that came to mind before I began to read David Foster Wallace’s “Good People” was that this would be a story about all the people around each other doing good for one another bringing happiness to me as a reader. The story took a huge turn as it did not talk about the good of the people, but the expectations and judgments we hold for others to be good people. My eyes and my heart opened up, as Wallace’s story unfolded, in which he used a controversial issue to make a point by tugging at the emotions of the reader. I now know that this story was not to make a statement about a very controversial issue, but to make us realize that being a good person doesn’t always mean we have to follow by the expectations or rules that have been set for us, but by being who we truly are and having an understanding for one another.
incidents. He begins the work as a good man, but later declines because of the
While we were communicating, and explaining her about the homework and the questions that I answered about my guess on her nonverbal communication, I realized that she was having fun because of her emotions as smiles and laughs, everything about the moment I realized that I was bad at guessing, however approaching a stranger to ask some questions sounds difficult; for me it was not. My experience with the stranger was completely fine and neither she nor me were not uncomfortable with each other. And this helped to have a better communication and talking about ourselves for more than half an hour, just to the moment she expressed a regulator looking at her watch and finishing the conversation because she was late for her
Organizational frame from The Organizational Management of Shame reading is, “Constructed and maintained by organizational actors within which experience, interaction, and communication and structured and rendered both personally and organizationally meaningful”
I totally felt comfortable with him until the moment he ask me for my number, maybe I remind him of someone or maybe by me giving him the extra attention I imply something, in my opinion I stayed very professional. All of sudden I felt uncomfortable, I felt he was invading my privacy, he was crossing the boundary by asking me for my telephone number. But I also felt that I could not tell him that it was inappropriate for me to give him my number. Maybe I felt this way because he reminded me of my grandfather and he might have been hurt if I reject his number, yet I was aware giving him my number was not the right thing to do, so I walked away.
His name was john and he was really nice. I wasn’t sure exactly what his job description was so we started our conversation with that. He explained to me that he was here to help people with their home life, and if they were having problem on campus with peers or staff. We talked about who disappointed we were about the election. I told him how I wanted to attending Corson school of business. He told me the same thing that Stacy said that it was extremely competitive to get into and make sure that I have a backup plan. He told me that I should consider St. Thomas. I told him that I wasn’t sure if I could afford it. He told me to be open mined and look into St. Thomas that with all the scholarship that they offer it would be the same as The University of Minnesota. John also attended St. Thomas and he said he payed the same amount he would have if he went to the U of M. He explained to me that Stacy wasn’t trying to be rude she just wanted me to make sure I have a backup plan. We talked about my family a little bit. I told him how I am the guardian for my dad and how he had a stork in 2008 causing he to be paralyzed. It was really easy to talk with him. We talked little bit about my after college. he asked me what inspired me to pursued Human Recourse Management. He give me some website to browses thu to get more information on human resource
...r refurbished goods. Reaching the corner there is a coffee shop, owned by an old Korean woman. When I began my first semester at LATTC I would stop there and grab a cup of Joe. After a few weeks of seeing me on a constant basis, she began to question my coming and going. I explained to her, "I am a student." To which she replied (in broken English), "You good boy". Being diplomatic, I attempted to explain the politics of referring to a grown black man as "boy". Either not understanding or not caring, she chose to continue to refer to me as boy, so I stopped patronizing her shop.
The room started out crowded and noisy and everyone seemed anxious to leave so I could have anticipated my impact would be different than my intent. I have coached the use of self-talk to ask, “Is this something that is relevant right now or did I just get an idea in my head and am now stuck thinking about it”? In my haste I did not do the very thing that I have encouraged others to do. An unexpected risk factor was someone else entering the conversation. Ultimately, this was the factor that altered my perception of the exchange. The person was known to one of us but not to the other so it was a distraction. It was however a chance for me to step back and reflect, “Do I really want to continue or would I rather let people share a friendly hello?” Observing smiles and seeing someone being able to relax in the environment was refreshing so at that point my goal changed. Rather than nervously defend a point it seemed more appropriate to let it be. The tension from earlier was now