I’ll admit it. I’m addicted to Twitter. Beyond the laughs I get from the wittiness @fakeapstylebook and @menwithpens, I have been drawn to Twitter for information I get in a minute’s notice. I don’t have to weed through RSS feeds or independent sites to get local, national, and international news; instead, I browse 140 characters of briefs that give me the option to read further if I choose to do so. Read the rest at http://www.shannonphilpott.com
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Writing: One Wild Ride
Many people often view writing as a chore – a painful task that invades their peaceful existence or one that is forced upon them in a classroom or work setting. Even as a writer, I sometimes find writing a challenging, heart-wrenching act but in the end, it is what I do again and again. For some, writing is like riding a bike. You work really hard to balance and build momentum – sometimes you take your hands off the handle bars and crash and burn; sometimes you breeze through the streets, storing up the adventure in that little wicker basket on the front end. Whether you crash and burn or master an impressive wheelie, most typically choose to keep on riding, take risks, hop on the two wheels, and continue with the journey. It’s always a wild ride – a different journey each time – a journey, though, that few eagerly attempt or welcome without dread. Read the rest at http://www.shannonphilpott.com
Adding Insult to Injury: Just Sayin’
One of my favorite comedians, Henry Cho, has a hilarious bit where he talks about how to insult someone in a kind manner. In this particular standup routine, he details how his wife’s southern family will cut someone down and then add “God bless her soul.” She definitely has some junk in the trunk, God bless her soul. His singing sounds like a sick bird, God bless his soul. The cook needs cooking lessons, God bless her soul. Read the rest at http://www.shannonphilpott.com
The Long Road to Thanksgiving
Six years ago, it seemed like my world was falling apart. I was newly single, struggling with the stigma that accompanied divorce; I was working three jobs to make ends meet and provide the basics for my children; and I was finishing up my degree, with hopes of a better life – all while mentally struggling to make sense of a new lifestyle as a single mom. At the time, one of my jobs as a reporter for a small religious newspaper put me in daily contact with people who sacrificed themselves for others without a second thought. They truly knew the meaning of giving. Ironically, though, during my bout of self-pity, all I could see was the devastating reality I was living. As Thanksgiving rolled around, it was difficult for me to truly reflect on my blessings until one person changed my life with a subtle action. Read the rest at http://www.shannonphilpott.com
No More Excuses, Whiners
No More Excuses, Whiners We are clearly a society of whiners. We whine when life seems unfair and we whine when things don’t go our way. We whine to get out of tasks we should do and whine when we are forced to do these tasks out of necessity. Even worse, when our whining loses its touch, we resort to excuses. I’m guilty, too. I’ll whine that I’m tired in the morning thus creating an excuse not to go for a run. My whine temporarily makes me feel better and my excuse justifies my lack of motivation. The task at hand loses value and my lazy butt stays in bed for an additional 30 minutes. Ironically, later, I’ll probably whine that I’m putting on a few pounds. While whining breaks down our resistance, our excuses enable us to head down the road to no-where-ville. Although I’ll admit to using excuses, at some point, I have to force myself to get over it, make a choice, look at my priorities, and either do the task or accept that I’m not going to do it. As week 13 of a 16 week semester winds to a close, I’ve expressed the same sentiment to my students. After 13 weeks of reminders, nudges, and blatant pushes to complete assigned essays and writing assignments, we’re past the point of excuses. I’ve heard them all this semester – from court dates, doctor’s appointments, swine flu claims, sick birds (yes, this one was the most unique), and car accidents to broken printers, crashed computers, and jacked-up flash drives – the excuses ran wild. There comes a time, though, when excuses are just that – excuses. We have to make a choice and ask ourselves some tough questions. Did I just plain forget? Did I just not feel like it? Do I even care? Without lying to ourselves, whining to others about it, and making excuses to others, we have to make a choice. Do I need to do this? – or – Is it important to me? If not, be honest, and save yourself some stress and heartbreak. If so, quit whining, challenge yourself, complete the task, and rid yourself of excuses. More than likely, it will take more time conjuring up an excuse involving a sick bird or an Internet virus that struck down the neighborhood computers, than it will to just do what you need to do. - Shannon Philpott Blog Entry: Nov. 23, 2009 © Shannon Philpott, 2009. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Shannon Philpott and shannonphilpott.com with appropriate and specific direction to the original content. Read the rest at http://www.shannonphilpott.com
California Dreaming
I rarely remember my dreams, but once in a great while, I wake up vividly recalling the night’s events. The scene is clear, my thoughts are still wandering, and the “lesson” or moral of the story hits me smack dab in the face. Last night’s lesson was about “what ifs.” In my dream, I was an eager 18-year old heading off to college in California, thousands of miles away from my southern Illinois family. As I toured my new campus and dormitory, my heart was beating fast as my newfound freedom excited me and the pressures of being alone overwhelmed me. read the rest at http://www.shannonphilpott.com
Scavenger Hunts: Digging for Dirt
Years ago, I put together a scavenger hunt for my friend’s bachelorette party. I couldn’t tell you if she had more fun hunting down the goodies or if I had more fun creating the list of outrageous items she needed to collect throughout the night. I can tell you that it was one of the most exciting adventures we have been on throughout our friendship. I’ll never forget the look on her face every time she found (or begged) for an item on the list from a complete stranger. Scavenger hunts are often reserved for special occasions and themed parties, but in my opinion, scavenger hunts serve a purpose in the newsroom, too. Plain and simple: reporters are on the hunt for stories everyday – little do they know that the clues are practically falling in their laps. Read the rest at http://www.shannonphilpott.com
Big Hair, Tight Jeans and Disco Balls
I took a stroll down memory lane today. In my memory, I was dancing underneath a disco ball to Aerosmith’s “Angel” while awkwardly trying to stay at arm’s length from my dance partner, a boy from one of the “public” schools. Later in the memory I was giggling with my girlfriends about the cute boy that tried to touch my butt and the even cuter boy standing in the corner. We would take a short break for Tombstone pizzas and maybe even a video game or two before heading back to the dance floor – a place where we felt on top of the world and totally rad. REad the rest at http://www.shannonphilpott.com
Those Pesky Deadlines
As a reporter, I’m no stranger to working on deadline. A story comes in, I do my research, conduct the interviews, and then write the story – all usually within a day’s time. However, deadlines do not just apply to my freelance work. Deadlines apply to every single aspect of my life. I’m on deadline as a teacher – preparing lesson plans in time for class to start. I’m on deadline as a mom – rushing to get to soccer practices and dance lessons by the time each one starts. I’m on deadline as a home owner – keeping the house clean, the family fed, and the dog away from our valuables. Deadlines are draining and sometimes a royal pain. Read the rest at http://www.shannonphilpott.com
Teaching the Teacher
One of the most exciting aspects of teaching is the fact that I don’t always have to teach. I’m not referring to the summer breaks but rather those teaching moments where the students teach the teacher. I specifically chose a career in higher education because I want to be a lifelong learner. I want to learn just as much from my students as they learn from me. It’s a partnership – a coaching relationship – and it’s the best job I’ve ever had. Read the rest at http://www.shannonphilpott.com
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