My last few post have been about some issues that I believe I needed to go through. I believe that those events only mad my passion to become a counselor even stronger. I want to update you on journey of becoming a high school counselor.
I have been emailing back and forth the Director for SFSU Master's program in school counseling. I needed to understand in full totality the steps I needed to take before applying to the program and what I needed have to be an ideal candidate. So on my other post" Purpose " I told you that I needed some psychology classes and since I am a sociology major that could become a potential problem. See since that budget cuts are so major with the CSU institutions and others, classes are hard to get. I am glad that I was born with this attitude that anything I want, I will have.
I recently emailed two psychology professor"s and explained to them that I was a Sociology major and I needed to get into their psy classes so that I can apply to the Master's program. I received responses from both telling me to print out their emails and bring them first day of fall classes and they will add me. So things R coming together!. I read other blogs and one blogger that keeps me motivated is "mixed writings" by Raenika. Her posts about God, keeps me level headed and knowing that anything is possible.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Thursday, March 31, 2011
fear continued.....
January 22,2011 First day of classes
After all that has happened I had to put on a happy face, my student hat and get on the grind of a college student. It took sometime to get what happened to my cousin in front of my house out my mind, but I did (somewhat). The rhythm of school began to flow and things were all good until...
March 6,2011. My old co-worker and I decided to attend a party in the city but it began to rain, so we decided to attend another party in Oakland. It was my cousin(the one who was shot) sister's party at her house. When we pulled up everyone was outside, when we walked up there was a weird feeling in the atmosphere. You know how they say you can feel people negative energy, it is sooooo true. We walked in the house and me being the social butterfly that I am, I began to open wine bottles and pulled the playing cards out. After about 45minutes I asked my friend did she was to play, she said no I will watch. So a couple of seconds later she started to stare at me, I figured she really did want to play so I asked her again but this time she didn't answer me and just stared at me. I asked her one more time and she did not say a word, so I got out of my seat and got in her face, I called her name and she began to mumble and her body began to jerk!!!. I said " OMG she having a seizure!" I have worked in the medical field so I knew what to do. I turned her on her side and my cousin took over because I began to freak out, I could not believe myself. I stay clam at a gun shooting, but freak out at a seizure, what was really going on.
The police was called and when they arrived she was passed out, it seemed as if she was just sleep. They put oxygen on her face and she began to come to. They asked her several questions and she answered them all wrong, I was scared I thought she had some brain damage from the lack of oxygen. When we got to the hospital the nurse came and got me I followed her to my friend room, when she seen me she said " Layloni!! what happened?" I told her and she started to cry. She had a head injury two years ago but never had a seizure, this was the first. What was all this for? Was there a reason why I needed to witness these two scary events?. Because I am religious I fasted and prayed for seven day and the answer became clear.
For me Layloni Marshall to be successful in changing the mind of our young people and getting them on the right track I need to be ULTRA STRONG! ( if that's a word) I feel that there is so much I can do and will do for our young people and God had to put me through certain things to see if I can handle them. Our kids are dealing with so much stuff that we cant even imagine. But I will be that counselor to help them, and to support them all the way so that they will be able to Maximize their full Potential.
My blog took a slight turn, but I had to get it out!
After all that has happened I had to put on a happy face, my student hat and get on the grind of a college student. It took sometime to get what happened to my cousin in front of my house out my mind, but I did (somewhat). The rhythm of school began to flow and things were all good until...
March 6,2011. My old co-worker and I decided to attend a party in the city but it began to rain, so we decided to attend another party in Oakland. It was my cousin(the one who was shot) sister's party at her house. When we pulled up everyone was outside, when we walked up there was a weird feeling in the atmosphere. You know how they say you can feel people negative energy, it is sooooo true. We walked in the house and me being the social butterfly that I am, I began to open wine bottles and pulled the playing cards out. After about 45minutes I asked my friend did she was to play, she said no I will watch. So a couple of seconds later she started to stare at me, I figured she really did want to play so I asked her again but this time she didn't answer me and just stared at me. I asked her one more time and she did not say a word, so I got out of my seat and got in her face, I called her name and she began to mumble and her body began to jerk!!!. I said " OMG she having a seizure!" I have worked in the medical field so I knew what to do. I turned her on her side and my cousin took over because I began to freak out, I could not believe myself. I stay clam at a gun shooting, but freak out at a seizure, what was really going on.
The police was called and when they arrived she was passed out, it seemed as if she was just sleep. They put oxygen on her face and she began to come to. They asked her several questions and she answered them all wrong, I was scared I thought she had some brain damage from the lack of oxygen. When we got to the hospital the nurse came and got me I followed her to my friend room, when she seen me she said " Layloni!! what happened?" I told her and she started to cry. She had a head injury two years ago but never had a seizure, this was the first. What was all this for? Was there a reason why I needed to witness these two scary events?. Because I am religious I fasted and prayed for seven day and the answer became clear.
For me Layloni Marshall to be successful in changing the mind of our young people and getting them on the right track I need to be ULTRA STRONG! ( if that's a word) I feel that there is so much I can do and will do for our young people and God had to put me through certain things to see if I can handle them. Our kids are dealing with so much stuff that we cant even imagine. But I will be that counselor to help them, and to support them all the way so that they will be able to Maximize their full Potential.
My blog took a slight turn, but I had to get it out!
Fear
As I try to maximize my potential and focus on becoming a High School Counselor it seems the more I focus the more things happen to discourage me.
I feel like if I can get what's in my head on paper, I can somewhat let it go and continue of my journey, here I go.....
January 22,2011 was a Saturday and two days before the Spring semester began at SFSU. The day was a nice day and I had attended a small BBQ with my friends. I decided to go home early and get some rest for church the next day. Around 9pm my cousin called and said she was coming to my house and spend the night with me because she wanted to attend her church in the morning and I lived closer. 12 midnight rolled around and she came in the house, I was sleep but heard her come in. I guess some time had passed but as you know when your sleep you can never tell.
She came in my room and said she left her phone outside in the car and NEEDED to get it, my first mind told me to say " forget that phone" but I didn't. About a couple of minutes later I hear gun shots and a girl screaming. From that point on everything was in slow motion!!!!!! I ran to the front of the house but did not open the door because I didn't want who ever was shooting to run in my house. In seconds she was running in screaming " They shot me, They shot me!. I went into a calm state, it was only me and her in the house so I knew if I began to freak out so would she. I told her to lay down and stay clam while I call the police she instantly said to me " alright, I just want to talk to my god!" I figured that was the best thing she could do.
The police arrived and she began to tell them what happened " I went to my car and as I was coming back towards the house I was just about to open the gate and two young boys jumped in front of it and said B%$#@ give me all yo s**t! I told them I didn't have anything and one said she think we playing i should shoot this B**ch, and he did five times." After she finished instant fear came over me, the city that I have lived in all my life has now betrayed me and put fear on my heart. I was disgusted, all that I have witnessed over the years I would never believe that something like especially at the age that I am now would happen. After arriving to the hospital we were told that she would be fine, the bullets didn't hit anything, no bone, no nothing. I left there and had a breakdown, I guess once I knew that she would be fine I was able to breath and release all the built up tears.
January 24,2011 First Day Of Classes WOW!
I feel like if I can get what's in my head on paper, I can somewhat let it go and continue of my journey, here I go.....
January 22,2011 was a Saturday and two days before the Spring semester began at SFSU. The day was a nice day and I had attended a small BBQ with my friends. I decided to go home early and get some rest for church the next day. Around 9pm my cousin called and said she was coming to my house and spend the night with me because she wanted to attend her church in the morning and I lived closer. 12 midnight rolled around and she came in the house, I was sleep but heard her come in. I guess some time had passed but as you know when your sleep you can never tell.
She came in my room and said she left her phone outside in the car and NEEDED to get it, my first mind told me to say " forget that phone" but I didn't. About a couple of minutes later I hear gun shots and a girl screaming. From that point on everything was in slow motion!!!!!! I ran to the front of the house but did not open the door because I didn't want who ever was shooting to run in my house. In seconds she was running in screaming " They shot me, They shot me!. I went into a calm state, it was only me and her in the house so I knew if I began to freak out so would she. I told her to lay down and stay clam while I call the police she instantly said to me " alright, I just want to talk to my god!" I figured that was the best thing she could do.
The police arrived and she began to tell them what happened " I went to my car and as I was coming back towards the house I was just about to open the gate and two young boys jumped in front of it and said B%$#@ give me all yo s**t! I told them I didn't have anything and one said she think we playing i should shoot this B**ch, and he did five times." After she finished instant fear came over me, the city that I have lived in all my life has now betrayed me and put fear on my heart. I was disgusted, all that I have witnessed over the years I would never believe that something like especially at the age that I am now would happen. After arriving to the hospital we were told that she would be fine, the bullets didn't hit anything, no bone, no nothing. I left there and had a breakdown, I guess once I knew that she would be fine I was able to breath and release all the built up tears.
January 24,2011 First Day Of Classes WOW!
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Purpose Cont.....
I mentioned that I had a counselor that used my situation against me in my earlier post " Purpose". Let me give details about what my situation was, and then I'll tell you about how he used that situation against me, and almost kept me out of college as a result......
When I entered high school in September of 1993, I was the only sophomore with a two year old son, a job, and my own apartment. My attitude during these years was not like other teenage girls; I didn't care who was who. I didnt' care who was on the football team. I didn't care who the popular kids were. What I did care about was getting through those high school years so that I could move on. I made it a point that I would attend school everyday. I made it a point to treat school as though it was my second job; taking care of D'Marco was my first. But my determination to succeed in school didn't matter to Mr. Watson, my guidance counselor. His first words to me were " Layloni, are you sure this school fits you?". I didn't understand what he was saying. " I know you have a child, wouldn't one of those teen-pregnant -mother schools fit you better?." His question blew me away, first how did he know I had a child and second what the....!. I simple looked him in his eye and said " this school fits my just fine! thank you!". I left his office with tears running down my face, I wanted to run home and just cry all night long but I didn't I went to class and acted as if nothing never happened.
I held my own in high school and when it was my senior year I was excited and pregnant again. I was apart of several clubs: Dance for Stars, African American club and The Drama club. I knew that colleges like to see things like that on a college application. When it was time it take the ACT'S and SAT'S I ran into a road block, I didn't have the money to pay the fee's to take the tests. I still had a job but rent, bills, clothes, and food was at the top of the list. I went to my counselor and explained the situation, he had nothing to tell me, no kind of solution. I guess from the stress of things I began to have complication with my pregnancy and the doctor felt that I needed to apply for independent study. It would allow me to do school work from home and still receive the credits I needed to graduate.
Graduation day came and I did not attend the ceremony, D'Marco was graduating from pre-school and that was more important. About a week later my Principal called me and wanted to know why I didn't take the SAT'S and I explained that I didn't have the money. She informed me that since I was a single parent that I was eligible for a fee wavier. I thought my head was going to pop off, I was so mad. I didn't hear anything else that she said after that, I was too busy imaging myself walking in his office and giving him a piece of my mind. I could not believe that a person that works with children, who are our future...could be so evil. I felt that he looked at me and figured that since I had a child and was pregnant again that I was not college material, even though my grades showed different. From that experience with him I have learned that I must find the ends and outs to everything; I question everything. While I am on this journey of becoming a high school academic counselor I will keep myself updated with everything I can. Like grants, scholarships, jobs etc so that when my students come to me I will be able to help them properly or steer them to someone who can.
When I entered high school in September of 1993, I was the only sophomore with a two year old son, a job, and my own apartment. My attitude during these years was not like other teenage girls; I didn't care who was who. I didnt' care who was on the football team. I didn't care who the popular kids were. What I did care about was getting through those high school years so that I could move on. I made it a point that I would attend school everyday. I made it a point to treat school as though it was my second job; taking care of D'Marco was my first. But my determination to succeed in school didn't matter to Mr. Watson, my guidance counselor. His first words to me were " Layloni, are you sure this school fits you?". I didn't understand what he was saying. " I know you have a child, wouldn't one of those teen-pregnant -mother schools fit you better?." His question blew me away, first how did he know I had a child and second what the....!. I simple looked him in his eye and said " this school fits my just fine! thank you!". I left his office with tears running down my face, I wanted to run home and just cry all night long but I didn't I went to class and acted as if nothing never happened.
I held my own in high school and when it was my senior year I was excited and pregnant again. I was apart of several clubs: Dance for Stars, African American club and The Drama club. I knew that colleges like to see things like that on a college application. When it was time it take the ACT'S and SAT'S I ran into a road block, I didn't have the money to pay the fee's to take the tests. I still had a job but rent, bills, clothes, and food was at the top of the list. I went to my counselor and explained the situation, he had nothing to tell me, no kind of solution. I guess from the stress of things I began to have complication with my pregnancy and the doctor felt that I needed to apply for independent study. It would allow me to do school work from home and still receive the credits I needed to graduate.
Graduation day came and I did not attend the ceremony, D'Marco was graduating from pre-school and that was more important. About a week later my Principal called me and wanted to know why I didn't take the SAT'S and I explained that I didn't have the money. She informed me that since I was a single parent that I was eligible for a fee wavier. I thought my head was going to pop off, I was so mad. I didn't hear anything else that she said after that, I was too busy imaging myself walking in his office and giving him a piece of my mind. I could not believe that a person that works with children, who are our future...could be so evil. I felt that he looked at me and figured that since I had a child and was pregnant again that I was not college material, even though my grades showed different. From that experience with him I have learned that I must find the ends and outs to everything; I question everything. While I am on this journey of becoming a high school academic counselor I will keep myself updated with everything I can. Like grants, scholarships, jobs etc so that when my students come to me I will be able to help them properly or steer them to someone who can.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Random Blog
This is a random blog, somewhat of the subject of school counseling.
As I was coming up Race was not an issue, not an issue with me anyway. But I do know with both my parents being African American and raised in a time where race did matter race and racism was clear to them. My parents didn't have friends of another races nor did they speak bad about another race, but it was this UN-spoken tension about race. I say all that to say when I was old enough to attend school my friends were of all different races. As long as you could play kick ball and had a good tether-ball arm, we were good to go. I never pushed the ideal of race unto my children, and over the years I have seen them participate in lots of events that had nothing to do with African culture. D'Marco who is my oldest went to Venezuela with one of his football team mates and fell in love or so he say. But he came back more grateful for his living arrangements because he seen first hand how another country has it 20x worst then Americans.
Tanzania my middle child has always had friends of other races. I can remember when she was in Kindergarten and I had a parent/teacher conference, I was told " Tanzania is a great student, but there is only one thing! I can not stop her and Xing from talking." I was thinking to myself who is Xing? When I met Xing she asked if Tanzania could come and celebrate Chinese New Year with her and her family. Before Tanzania attended the event she was determined to say " Gong Xi Fa Cai" and she did. She respected their culture and had a wonderful time. This May she is involved in a quinceañera and they used our house to practice, she is one of two African American involved in the complete celebration. Watching them practice the dance and watching how much she respects them and how much they respects her was a great thing for me to see.
As I said this is a random blog.... I was just thinking how wonderful it was for me to see that I helped them to always have a open mind and to see only one race and that's the human race.
As I was coming up Race was not an issue, not an issue with me anyway. But I do know with both my parents being African American and raised in a time where race did matter race and racism was clear to them. My parents didn't have friends of another races nor did they speak bad about another race, but it was this UN-spoken tension about race. I say all that to say when I was old enough to attend school my friends were of all different races. As long as you could play kick ball and had a good tether-ball arm, we were good to go. I never pushed the ideal of race unto my children, and over the years I have seen them participate in lots of events that had nothing to do with African culture. D'Marco who is my oldest went to Venezuela with one of his football team mates and fell in love or so he say. But he came back more grateful for his living arrangements because he seen first hand how another country has it 20x worst then Americans.
Tanzania my middle child has always had friends of other races. I can remember when she was in Kindergarten and I had a parent/teacher conference, I was told " Tanzania is a great student, but there is only one thing! I can not stop her and Xing from talking." I was thinking to myself who is Xing? When I met Xing she asked if Tanzania could come and celebrate Chinese New Year with her and her family. Before Tanzania attended the event she was determined to say " Gong Xi Fa Cai" and she did. She respected their culture and had a wonderful time. This May she is involved in a quinceañera and they used our house to practice, she is one of two African American involved in the complete celebration. Watching them practice the dance and watching how much she respects them and how much they respects her was a great thing for me to see.
As I said this is a random blog.... I was just thinking how wonderful it was for me to see that I helped them to always have a open mind and to see only one race and that's the human race.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Purpose
I am a firm believer that college is not for everyone. I am also a firm believer that college is the place where you find out what your purpose is in life. Now that my sound like I am playing two sides but it's just how I feel. Even though I became a college student later in life, college has gave me a chance to shape and mold my purpose in life. Since I have decided to continue my education and enter the Master's program for school counseling I am truly excited. Being a school counselor hopefully will open doors for me in a way that I can't imagine. Let me be clear, I want to help young minorities see there full potential. I can remember being in high school and my counselor judging me. Instead of understanding my situation and guiding me, he looked at my situation and used it against me.
It took years for me to see and understand that him judging me was not something that i should have internalized. It was something that he needed to deal with, it was his problem. From that point I made it my vow to get a higher education so that I can go back to my community and help young men and women like myself. Now, the path on becoming a school counselor is not a easy one. Each school that I would like to apply to all want different things, San Francisco State University wants three psychology classes and you have to pass the CBEST before APPLYING!!! and Cal State East Bay wants five psychology classes, CBEST,GRE and a counseling class. O MY! did i pick the right career! I have to laugh and say YES I DID! Something that is going to be great is worth the process.
It took years for me to see and understand that him judging me was not something that i should have internalized. It was something that he needed to deal with, it was his problem. From that point I made it my vow to get a higher education so that I can go back to my community and help young men and women like myself. Now, the path on becoming a school counselor is not a easy one. Each school that I would like to apply to all want different things, San Francisco State University wants three psychology classes and you have to pass the CBEST before APPLYING!!! and Cal State East Bay wants five psychology classes, CBEST,GRE and a counseling class. O MY! did i pick the right career! I have to laugh and say YES I DID! Something that is going to be great is worth the process.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Testing In Our Schools
I was reading an article in the NY Times that talked about the number of African American and Latino children that are being accepted to these great High Schools is at an all time low. The article focused on the eight grade standardized test, claiming that these kids are not prepared to pass it and also that the parents aren't involved enough. Tell me what you think? http://cityroom.blogs.nytimes.com/2011/02/11/top-public-high-schools-admit-fewer-blacks-and-hispanics/?scp=1&sq=discipline%20in%20urban%20schools&st=cse
Monday, February 14, 2011
Our Kids Are Unique
Over the years I have changed my major back and forth from nursing to social worker and back to nursing, now I have decided what it is I really what to do. Only after taking my last microbiology class. I want to be a High School Academic Counselor! I know I sound like I'm going on the MTV show called "MADE" but I'm not, I'm doing it the old school way by hard work and lots of counseling classes. I knew as a young girl that I wanted to help my community some kind of way. I guessed that since everyone else in my family was in the medical field that nursing just fit. Well, sorry, I feel that to do your work correctly and with passion one will have to love what they do. That is why I quit my job as a professional business sales person and ran back to school. I didn't want to work anymore! I wanted a career, something that I truly loved to do! something that I didn't mind getting up for.
I feel high school counseling fit's me best, I see myself begin very passionate about the injustice in our school system such as Oakland Unified School District. I see so many talented young women and men that just wonder around UN-inspired. It's sad. I do believe that our school system is failing our children by not allowing them to honestly grow. They push discipline down there throats, but not fully understanding that each child is unique and has to be taught different.
I can remember teaching my oldest son to spell him name by bouncing a basketball, I taught my daughter how to spell her name by writing in a check book, I taught my youngest how to spell his name by buying a amp and a micro phone and we made a rap " A_N_T_H_O_N_Y that' my name, that's my name!" As I said before, each child is different and if I can catch them in high school a time when the world looks so black and white I feel that I can give them some hope that things can be the way they want it to be. This blog will chronicle my journey toward a career in high school counseling. Along the way, I’ll be writing about the issues in education that I feel must be addressed, and I’ll be writing about how counselors are uniquely positioned to help solve these issues.
I feel high school counseling fit's me best, I see myself begin very passionate about the injustice in our school system such as Oakland Unified School District. I see so many talented young women and men that just wonder around UN-inspired. It's sad. I do believe that our school system is failing our children by not allowing them to honestly grow. They push discipline down there throats, but not fully understanding that each child is unique and has to be taught different.
I can remember teaching my oldest son to spell him name by bouncing a basketball, I taught my daughter how to spell her name by writing in a check book, I taught my youngest how to spell his name by buying a amp and a micro phone and we made a rap " A_N_T_H_O_N_Y that' my name, that's my name!" As I said before, each child is different and if I can catch them in high school a time when the world looks so black and white I feel that I can give them some hope that things can be the way they want it to be. This blog will chronicle my journey toward a career in high school counseling. Along the way, I’ll be writing about the issues in education that I feel must be addressed, and I’ll be writing about how counselors are uniquely positioned to help solve these issues.
Friday, February 4, 2011
Introduction
Hello Blogger's,
My name is Layloni Marshall. I can begin this blog by telling you about me and the many hats I wear, such as being a mother, student, and being employed full time! But I won't! Oh wait, I just did..... Moving along, my blog will focus on my journey of becoming a High School Academic Counselor. I feel like I have always been a full time counselor since I became a mother. Yes, I am the proud mother of three beautiful kids to whom I have always feed the idea that education is the key to success. I can say that they actually listened; my oldest D'Marco Jimmerson is in college and pursing his career in becoming a professional football player. My daughter Tanzania Jimmerson is my academic scholar, who holds down a 4.0 and will be attending Spellman University in about 3yrs, and last but not least is Anthony Linzie III, he's my musician, and proud of it. With that being said, they each understand that getting their education is important. I have seen young African Americans in my community,especially African American males, fall through the crack of our education system. That has to STOP!! If I can just help one child understand that if he/she stay focused, their dreams will come to pass. I hope you follow me on this journey of becoming a High School Academic Counselor. As I come across certain issues that needs to be addressed, I will be blogging. If at any point you will like to "bloggersate",I am ready! BRING IT! 
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