Category Archives: On My Mind

Bad Day

I caught up to a new colleague while cycling home through the park last week. We’d had our first real conversation just weeks earlier at a wine tasting, which led us to meet in a café days later to continue our conversation. Like many of us who move around, she was looking to find her people. We’re a small school without much transience, and I appreciate that this can be hard to do. I was new once, too.

As one does, I asked about her day and was surprised by the response. “Actually it wasn’t that great,” she said, and I asked if she wanted to tell me more. We rode together until the path forked and I continued towards home.

She’d had a bad day and thanked me for talking about it with her. I was happy to listen, had related some of my own experiences, and had tried to ask questions that might prompt a change of perspective. It wasn’t until I was cycling home the next day, alone, that I realized how seldomly we actually answer the question, “How was your day?”.

I had an administrator once whose classic reply was, “Do you care?”, meant to prompt the asker into thinking about the question. That there’s only one real answer to that question presents its own difficulties. Based on personal observation, Germans tend to avoid the question entirely and just ask how you are. Whether talking about one’s day factors into the answer is purely optional.

Thinking about it from this perspective, I was flattered that my colleague had given me a real answer. It had meant some vulnerability on her part, and that’s not easy with people we’re trying to get to know. But that is the way to get to know people, according to the social penetration theory that my psychology students and I study. Relationships tend to move from superficial and shallow to deeper and more intimate, and people tend to like individuals who share more deeply, leading them to do so in return.

Through the conversation about the bad day, my colleague and I learned a little bit more about each other. We found some commonalities, recognized that others are there for us when we’re open to them, and strengthened a connection. And that’s not a bad way to begin building a friendship.

Birthday Wishes

Since moving abroad, I’ve had the feeling that my birthday lasts three days. People have sent me birthday wishes a day early or late depending on the time zone I’m in or they’re in, and sometimes it takes me half a day to check my phone, regardless of time zone. I love the feeling of being hugged the world over, and I love the ease of being in touch with people who I have met in different corners of the sky.

This year, my birthday fell on a Monday, my first day back at school after two and a half weeks off. I expected to feel a bit let down by it, but I surprised myself. I am lucky enough to enjoy going to work and I let myself feel pleased by the birthday wishes coming from students and teachers alike. This seemed better than the embarrassment that I’ve conjured up in the past. Maybe it also helped I finally look old enough to avoid, with the notable exception of my grade 7 students, the question of exactly that. They quickly assured me that I don’t look that old, leaving me both flattered and inwardly groaning.

My in-laws surprised me by stopping by with flowers and they stayed for the pizza that my partner and I made from scratch. He has perfected the dough recipe, and it was our best pizza yet. I requested a candle and made a wish, marvelling that this tradition spans oceans. Having left my own family mere days before, it was not just the wine that left me feeling warm as we sat together at the table.

For the coming weekend, we’ve planned a small party to celebrate, inviting more people than we think our apartment can hold. I’m honoured that so many friends can be with us and counting on a bit of birthday magic.

On Monday, I made the same wish upon a candle that I make every time I’m granted a wish, be it on a star or an escaped eyelash. And now my wish for you: May it be a joyful, healthy, peaceful 2025 for you and yours.

Vote!

My political coming of age occurred during the Obama years, a different time that seems like it came out of a different world. The question that hung around my university in the fall of 2008 was whether America was ready to choose a Black man as president. There was discourse, discussion, and dialogue. There were conversations about policies and expertise, the economy and foreign affairs. I went to at least one student-run forum to analyze policy positions of different candidates. Like my peers, I made what I thought was the best choice, and I voted in my first election.

For years after that, I continued to look into policy statements and records. I read the websites of everyone running for local and state office for every election, and I voted in every local and state election. I subscribed to newsletters and read the emails that poured into my inbox. I made lists of pros and cons and tried to do what I had been taught in school, which was to inform myself and make a decision.

And then came 2016.

I’d just returned from two years living overseas and moved back to a country I didn’t recognize. Dialogue and discourse were no longer words that were used. It was a time of rallies rather than campaign events, insulting rather than debating, catastrophe and failure rather than hope and change. With a group of friends, I attended gatherings and marches, signed petitions, called elected officials and left messages whenever their mailboxes weren’t full. This was the game plan before the election and it remained the game plan thereafter. The game wasn’t over.

Now here we are in 2024. And we are asking a similar question to the one that was humming through my university in 2008: Is America ready for a Black woman as president?

But this is very different from 2008. Now, the questions about specific policies have become less important because answers about other policies loom large. The dialogue that occurs takes place between people who already know one another’s opinions, and probably agree with them. There are deep feelings rather than deep discourse.

The front page of The New York Times today proclaims, “WORRY AND HOPE ON LAST DAY OF VOTING”. In 2008, the front page read, “The ’08 Campaign: A Sea Change for Politics as We Know It”.

My political awakening occurred not so long ago, but in a different time. The world will be a different place still as a result of who wins this election. The only way to be part of that decision is to exercise the most basic democratic right, which is to vote. And if voting feels good, vote for those who believe in your right to make your voice heard.

Vote for those who believe in the democratic system that allows for dialogue and discourse, questions and answers.

Vote for those who want to build up a country for its people rather than tearing it apart.

Vote for the people who wanted to and couldn’t, who tried to and were condemned, who fought for it and died.

Vote. Because it matters.

New York City – January 2017