second try at a PS, please critique
Posted: Tue Jan 28, 2014 3:57 am
I don't think it's there yet. Any advice?
Despite the effort, my introduction fell flat. Nervous to meet the _______ residents for the first time, I spent the previous night preparing myself. Dressed in my best business casual outfit, I came armed with a battery of icebreakers (remnants from my RA days). “How long’s this one gonna last?” one of the girls quipped after I introduced myself. She let me laugh uncomfortably for a moment before softening to admit she was only parroting a movie. Though clichéd, the comment stuck with me. As the passing weeks allowed me to reflect on the AmeriCorps position I had taken, the more it seemed like an astute observation than a snarky barb. I realized my mistake. They do not care how I am dressed or what fancy school I attended. It is simply not their currency. Trust, dependability, and honesty-the things they value are not easily won.
Many of the young women I work with put up defenses—a quick temper or a disengaged demeanor—symptoms of chronic letdown syndrome. Lack of dependable adults jumped out as a recurring theme while getting to know the girls. The evidence was robust, from minor letdowns like missing a high school graduation to a history of DHS documented abuse. Social workers fill the role of caring adult in many of their lives. The combination of high turnover and low public funding leads to a rotating cast. My position has a term of one year, and is not often repeated. A youth who uses our services during their entire period of eligibility might see five AmeriCorps volunteers come and go.
Their unfolding stories caused me to reevaluate my approach. I had been eager to help, but my motivations had also been self-serving. My intention when accepting the position was largely to gain real world experience serving the population whose circumstances I had spent so many years studying. I envisioned myself fighting the institutionalized racism I learned about in “Urban Underclass,” helping clients access the safety-net I learned about in “Social Class, Race Ethnicity and Health,” and gaining first hand knowledge of the effects of poverty I learned about in “Social Stratification.” My intellectual passions have shifted over the years from civil rights to public policy to public health, but have always been fueled by the desire to lessen inequality for underserved communities. Still, I can’t help but feel like I entered as some social class tourist, fervently collecting souvenirs in the form of life experience and sad anecdotes.
I promised myself I would do everything I could to be a constant in a sea of variables. Up at six to make a 7:30 appointment with a school counselor, or interrupted in the middle of dinner to make a placement at the emergency youth shelter, the tasks begin to blend together. Rather than focus on what I would get out of each day, I focused on what I could do for my clients. The weeks turned into months and I watched my relationships evolve from based on necessity to forged in trust. As my first year of service neared its end, I had many causes for pride: cross team collaborations at _____, new partnerships formed with the local agencies and facilitating two weekly groups just to name a few. I saw the relationships I formed with the young women of ________ as my greatest accomplishment of the year; I signed on for a second term because of them.
It is a third of the way through my second term now, and I have already begun informing my clients that I will leave to pursue a law degree when it is over. Getting to know these young women on a personal level has fueled my interest in serving similar communities. In serving as a support structure for their growth, I have also tried to instill a sense of self-efficacy. It is my hope that they will continue to grow into mature and confident women who will break the cycle of abuse into which many were born.
Despite the effort, my introduction fell flat. Nervous to meet the _______ residents for the first time, I spent the previous night preparing myself. Dressed in my best business casual outfit, I came armed with a battery of icebreakers (remnants from my RA days). “How long’s this one gonna last?” one of the girls quipped after I introduced myself. She let me laugh uncomfortably for a moment before softening to admit she was only parroting a movie. Though clichéd, the comment stuck with me. As the passing weeks allowed me to reflect on the AmeriCorps position I had taken, the more it seemed like an astute observation than a snarky barb. I realized my mistake. They do not care how I am dressed or what fancy school I attended. It is simply not their currency. Trust, dependability, and honesty-the things they value are not easily won.
Many of the young women I work with put up defenses—a quick temper or a disengaged demeanor—symptoms of chronic letdown syndrome. Lack of dependable adults jumped out as a recurring theme while getting to know the girls. The evidence was robust, from minor letdowns like missing a high school graduation to a history of DHS documented abuse. Social workers fill the role of caring adult in many of their lives. The combination of high turnover and low public funding leads to a rotating cast. My position has a term of one year, and is not often repeated. A youth who uses our services during their entire period of eligibility might see five AmeriCorps volunteers come and go.
Their unfolding stories caused me to reevaluate my approach. I had been eager to help, but my motivations had also been self-serving. My intention when accepting the position was largely to gain real world experience serving the population whose circumstances I had spent so many years studying. I envisioned myself fighting the institutionalized racism I learned about in “Urban Underclass,” helping clients access the safety-net I learned about in “Social Class, Race Ethnicity and Health,” and gaining first hand knowledge of the effects of poverty I learned about in “Social Stratification.” My intellectual passions have shifted over the years from civil rights to public policy to public health, but have always been fueled by the desire to lessen inequality for underserved communities. Still, I can’t help but feel like I entered as some social class tourist, fervently collecting souvenirs in the form of life experience and sad anecdotes.
I promised myself I would do everything I could to be a constant in a sea of variables. Up at six to make a 7:30 appointment with a school counselor, or interrupted in the middle of dinner to make a placement at the emergency youth shelter, the tasks begin to blend together. Rather than focus on what I would get out of each day, I focused on what I could do for my clients. The weeks turned into months and I watched my relationships evolve from based on necessity to forged in trust. As my first year of service neared its end, I had many causes for pride: cross team collaborations at _____, new partnerships formed with the local agencies and facilitating two weekly groups just to name a few. I saw the relationships I formed with the young women of ________ as my greatest accomplishment of the year; I signed on for a second term because of them.
It is a third of the way through my second term now, and I have already begun informing my clients that I will leave to pursue a law degree when it is over. Getting to know these young women on a personal level has fueled my interest in serving similar communities. In serving as a support structure for their growth, I have also tried to instill a sense of self-efficacy. It is my hope that they will continue to grow into mature and confident women who will break the cycle of abuse into which many were born.