I'm just a country boy who was fortunate enough to have seen a little bit of the world, courtesy of Uncle Sam. My blog site began as a college assignment, but is slowly evolving into something more. What, I'm not exactly sure of yet. So, forgive the links that go nowhere; the dead ends etc. I'll get it together some day.
You can also find samples of my writing under the title, "Ron's Time Tunnel" and "The Flowering Vine", on my most generous cousin's blog site, seekthebestblog.com.
As you can see by the title of my blog, I have a fascination with TIME. I hope you'll enjoy tripping through it with me.
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This is one of my favorite songs. Seems we are having a hard time believing it still true today. Interestingly, I played and sang this song with a group of residents at a local rest home this morning. They love it and the stroke patients sing right along even though they can barely speak. Loved your article.
Ron, I was sadden to learn that your first experience with diversity was one of an imposed feeling of inferiorly. Even now, in a more informed society, a student attending a mostly white university for the first time may experience some of what you experienced. One would hope that we could learn to live respectfully together and benefit from one another’s wisdom and experience instead of having to experience the things that were demanded of you back then.
I don’t believe that the youth of today would stand for what I went through. The parents would probably raise cane also. I do seem to remember that some of the older students marched in protest.
This is not to thextreme of your case, Ron, but according to a 2013 Association for the Study of Higher Education paper, which conducted focus groups with graduate students at seven universities, found that students of color endures bias treatment. A black student studying computer science, said her professor referred to her as “one of you.” She wanted to know what he meant by “one of you.”
When I was in graduate school in 2001, one of my professors said black people are constantly late because they’re on “CP” time, colored people time.
The Time Tunnel 
This is one of my favorite songs. Seems we are having a hard time believing it still true today. Interestingly, I played and sang this song with a group of residents at a local rest home this morning. They love it and the stroke patients sing right along even though they can barely speak. Loved your article.
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Thanks, that’s amazing about you playing and singing this song. It does appear that the ideals mentioned in it, seem foreign now days.
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I believe they has some of the same struggles back then that we do today.
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For sure!
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Ron, I was sadden to learn that your first experience with diversity was one of an imposed feeling of inferiorly. Even now, in a more informed society, a student attending a mostly white university for the first time may experience some of what you experienced. One would hope that we could learn to live respectfully together and benefit from one another’s wisdom and experience instead of having to experience the things that were demanded of you back then.
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I don’t believe that the youth of today would stand for what I went through. The parents would probably raise cane also. I do seem to remember that some of the older students marched in protest.
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This is not to thextreme of your case, Ron, but according to a 2013 Association for the Study of Higher Education paper, which conducted focus groups with graduate students at seven universities, found that students of color endures bias treatment. A black student studying computer science, said her professor referred to her as “one of you.” She wanted to know what he meant by “one of you.”
When I was in graduate school in 2001, one of my professors said black people are constantly late because they’re on “CP” time, colored people time.
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