Monday, January 31, 2011

Why Write? by Professor Bert Lorenzo

I remind my students at the start of every semester I consider my course the most valuable they’ll ever take not because of me but because of the value of writing and of writing clearly. I discuss many of the purposes of writing and we talk a lot about academic and professional writing and how in these situations clarity should always remain job one because we write in these cases to communicate ideas and directions. Whether we write for one reader or thousands we must make sure they understand the message.

We live in an ever increasing sophisticated society. This makes literacy paramount. My students read and write constantly because of technology that requires it but do they read and write effectively? They must learn to do so.

I don’t talk to them much about personal writing like journals, diaries and letters but they also serve important purposes but personal writing can teach us about ourselves or help us learn period. Writing can even have a therapeutic effect-very important in a sophisticated society. Two of my favorite therapies rely on writing extensively.

In the Japanese Naikan Therapy the therapist teaches clients how to practice gratitude and to focus on the good things and people in their lives. Many people make our lives possible and bearable but we don’t often focus on that. Naikan therapists have their clients write lists of all the people who make their day possible: the grocer, the farmer, the bus driver, the soldier, the waiter. The list gets very long as the therapist helps patients brainstorm. Sometimes clients work on their lists for days in seclusion. They even write thank you letters. I don’t know enough about the therapy so I don’t know whether they send the letters.

In Narrative Therapy clients write about events in their lives to help deconstruct those events and make new, more mentally healthy meaning or interpretation. Through writing they discover they’d distorted what happened. Through writing they learn and find reality and clarity. They discover writing can help them take control of a problem and can help reshape their identity. Narrative therapists conclude all events influence our lives. Because writing helps us learn we discover how a particular event impacted us manifold from our values to our health. Narrating the event helps us “re-story” it. From there we can conquer the problem.

Therapeutic writing can help us conquer fear, depression, anxiety, anger. One therapeutic theory says that you need to get it out of your system. If you feel angry with someone try this. Write him a letter and really tell him what you think. Then put away the letter. Return to it three days later and decide then if you want to mail it. You may have gotten the anger out of your system just by writing. You can now destroy the letter before anyone else reads it.

This simple exercise may cool your anger and perhaps help you keep a friend. Most people who write letters in anger and send them probably live to regret it.

Literacy gives us power. I hope you’ll exercise it.


Copyright Bert Lorenzo, 2010

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Social Contract by Dr. George M. Gabb


Of dreams I fly of times long gone by

Since my eyes first saw the dawn

Where the thundering of hooves now quiet

After the lions, no longer hungry, lay lazily

And from lush green savannahs to dust driven dens

My mind ravenous with curiosity

I ventured into the powdered white north and tropical paradises

And to this day, without greed, I made neither haste nor waste

I persisted and I flourished

Until the chains of civilization placed my children into bondage


I am judged by the color of my skin

Not by my miracles nor the magnitude of my sins

Though sensibilities would believers of us make

That thousands of years of progress we have made to date

Yet, I am punished for my only offense

The very breath that I take


In apprenticeship of learned men

I thrive, I build, I embrace the art of Zen

From the ruins of Egypt, Rome, and Greece

To the east where live the Persians, the Hindu, the Chinese

I till the soil, mine the earth, and raise edifices that

Sing heavenly tribute to eras gone by

That haunts my soul, enslave my body, and condemn my children

I forge forward frayed conquistador satiated on the sanguine promise,

We will inherit it all


I am judged by the color of my skin

Not by my miracles nor the magnitude of my sins

Though sensibilities would believers of us make

That thousands of years of progress we have made to date

Yet, I am punished for my only offense

The very breath that I take


Obese with the luxury to freely roam

Every crevice of theories, thought, and ideas

We stumble onto each new day unaware of our fortune

Where in gilded homes we rest, we feed, we caress

And in fancy chariots we traverse Eden renovated with cement and steel

The same path today, the same path yesterday, the same path tomorrow

And if we vary we see clearly the empty promise of home

Our caves, our fields, our forests, our streams

Heavy their burden on the children of our Fathers’ dreams

Their lies, our tears, we part at the seams

We divert our eyes, clench our purses, believing this is not me

We are true to form and to history’s recursivity


I am judged by the color of my skin

Not by my miracles nor the magnitude of my sins

Though sensibilities would believers of us make

That thousands of years of progress we have made to date

Yet, I am punished for my only offense

The very breath that I take


I will continue to persist for I wish to do more than exist

I aspire to civility




Monday, December 6, 2010

Loneliness by Professor Pasley

The Christmas holiday approaches and I should be happy and gay; I have everything, but I am not. Why you ask?

First let me tell you that I am not a famous person or a beautiful woman, but I am a human being who feels. That's the only important thing that matters here.

You may say that I have everything that I could possibly want. However, I don't have love and affection and the caring of another human being. I am lonely.

I understand why loneliness can kill you, why so many are driven to commit suicide during this time. You can belong to all the right clubs, social groups, have all the funniest friends to make you laugh,, but if you are lonely you feel like you are surrounded by a windstorm and you are a grain of sand that did not get caught in the storm.

You want to go to sleep because that's the only thing that gets rid of the pain you are feeling. When you are sleeping nothing bothers you. You can dream, sometimes good sometimes bad.

A lot of people who will possibly read this will say why don't you get some male companionship or a few. Is that the real answer, to just sleep around.

Oh! I forgot to mention there are a lot of lonely people right at this place. Sleeping around is a band-aid; it's not real and will eventually lead to destruction if you are not careful.

There is no reason I should be sitting in the workroom with tears in my eyes when I have so much to look forward to.

So why am I so lonely? Why am I alone?

Why are there so many others like myself (professional, none, loved by most, respected by all) Why am I lonely? Why do I not want to go to my beautiful home? Why do I not want night to come knowing it's only me?

The holidays are a terrible time to be alone more people commit suicide than at any other time. People will say I would not let anybody know that I was lonely. Well I will and I am a professor at this college who is lonely and who cares about all the others who are too.

There are so many other things I could say to let you know what being lonely is, but all I am going to say is that if this holiday you find yourself lonely like me, remember there is a God and he will send someone to make you smile and to let you know you are seen and that someone cares about you

To every person in this place be they student, president, or professor let's make an effort to let loneliness not be in our holiday or anyone else's. Happy Holidays.

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Art by Ms. Carmen Welsh

I start with an illustration in mind. Then I lay out all the materials: white cardstock for background, transparent glue, scissors, and the regular- -to-postcard-size cardstock for that particular piece.
Afterward, I sit and begin to cut out pieces for the body, the clothes, the setting, and lay these aside in different piles.
I use the corners to focus the picture, almost as a semi-frame, and then begin to paste the background setting first, and then paste pieces as a layer to show foreground.
TRADITIONAL MARRIED COUPLE




OUTRUNNING THE TYPHOON




CARRYING A LANTERN

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Nature V. Nurture or Bravo, College Prep by Prof. Bert Lorenzo

I think I have proof to abate

the nature versus nurture debate.

Every semester former students visit me

and tell me about their experience at university.

They tell me of the struggles they face

in their new, lonely place.

They say professors balk

at students’ need to talk.

Many think they won’t make it past the first semester or two

because the people willing to guide them are so few.

They miss how in college prep

we guided them through any situation

that could get in the way of their graduation.

One thing that helps them cope

is that we taught them about hope

and gave them mastery

of the most important skill-literacy.

So bravo to my every college prep colleague.

You help our students succeed

by giving them the nurture they need.

Copyright Bert Lorenzo, 2010

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

My Cousin from Cuba by Prof Bert Lorenzo

My cousin from Cuba came to visit me.She lived a month in liberty.

Martha was born into a collectivist ideology where they only share brutality. Those communists with ideas so repugnant can only manage to make misery abundant. And that degenerate Moore criticizes my land of milk and honey and gives praise to my enemy.

She asked me to buy her some things to make life more bearable for her return to that place so terrible. She couldn't believe what she saw at Kmart.

Rows of riches lined so smart. I bought her what she thought was a treasure.Then we went to Publix where shopping is a pleasure.

I never appreciated what that slogan meant until my cousin wept.She wept from the shock of choice and because at home she can’t even own a voice.

When Martha left I cried. She couldn’t stay with me no matter how much I tried. She had to return to her daughter in the land of sorrow to a place with no hope for tomorrow.

Maybe I’ll never see her again. She left behind freedom and a friend.

Copyright Bert Lorenzo, 2010

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Another One’s Here by Prof. Bert Lorenzo

Another one's here.

We started a new academic year.

You have a chance to redo yourself

and put the old you on a shelf.

Learn and make your life your kingdom.

Read to expand your wisdom.

Experiment with science to understand nature.

Explore the arts and high culture.

Ponder history

so the past and future won’t feel like a mystery.

Practice a valuable skill

to make with your life what you will.

Don’t waste time.

You have much to gain

and remember study should bring pleasure not pain.

So be of good cheer

because another one’s here.



Copyright Bert Lorenzo, 2010