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Imagine a Society Where Money Was Not an Issue

Imagine a society where everyone had a safe place to live.

Imagine a society where everyone had food to eat; where they had money to afford essentials and did not have to worry about sacrificing groceries to pay bills.

Imagine a society where parents didn’t have to choose between childcare and work because childcare was affordable and work wasn’t the only means to survive.

Imagine a society where the crime rate dramatically decreased because people no longer needed to steal food, or medicine, or clothes; where people didn’t need to fight over their territory under a bridge where they would sleep; where homeless people were not arrested because life was simply easier in jail... at least there they would be warm and fed.

Imagine a society where the high school graduation rate increased because children didn’t need to choose between working to help pay the bills and their education; where parents could afford to spend money on extra-curricular activities for their kids that would ultimately help them succeed. Extra-curricular activities also decrease juvenile crime rates.

Imagine a society where school lunch wasn’t the only source of food for some children and they could focus throughout the school day because they knew there would be food at home when they were hungry. Imagine a society where children did not feel guilty for having a free meal at school when they knew their parents at home had nothing.

Imagine a society where mental health dramatically improved because people weren’t stressed about bills, groceries, childcare, and work. Imagine children no longer being bullied because they cannot afford they latest trendy clothes. Imagine children having winter coats and hats. Imagine teenagers not feeling left out because they couldn’t attend senior prom - the one night where things are supposed to be about them.

Imagine a society where the divorce rate declined because spouses weren’t fighting over money? Money is one of the top two reasons why couples argue.

Imagine a society where you don’t need to work 5 days a week to simply make ends meet. You can afford to work part-time. You can afford to take that sick day. You work for extra money, not because you need basic human necessities.

Imagine being able to afford a car to get you to the places you need to go. Now you can go to the laundry mat whenever you need, now you can attend any job interview, now you can make sure your kids get to school safely, now you can buy more groceries than you can carry.

Imagine a society where money was not an issue.

#sociology #capitalismsucks #UBI

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perfectly-parrilla · 4 years

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14 Reasons to Donate to the UE Sociology Programs

1.) You will fund student trips to present their research at conferences (Travel costs and hotels are expensive but this gives students experience at professional conferences, provides them with networking opportunities, and looks great on a grad school application!)

2.) You will fund costs for printing/posters to present at the Gerontology Symposium (Again, this is something that will enhance student’s CV’s!)

3.) You will fund Survey Monkey accounts for seniors to conduct their own research (All seniors conduct their own research projects from start to finish beginning their junior year and finishing with a presentation in their senior year!)

4.) You will contribute to graduate application costs for current seniors applying for graduate school (These can be pricey, but only the best for these students!)

5.) Think of the students!

6.) They recently celebrated their 100th anniversary! No better time to show your support!

7.) You will contribute to the costs of an SPSS license so each student working on their research will have access to statistical software without needing to be on campus

8.) You will contribute to grad school visits for current seniors deciding on graduate school programs

9.) You will contribute to student internships

10.) You will contribute to the purchase of the most recent ASA Guide to Graduate School book that helps seniors in the graduate school application process

11.) You will contribute to the costs of a professional membership (American Sociological Association, Midwest Sociological Society, etc.) for students interested in continuing in their fields after graduation. (Membership in a professional organization looks great on a CV and gets students more involved within their discipline.)

12.) You will contribute to the costs of GRE exams. GRE exams are required for most graduate programs and many students stress about the costs of the exam.

13.) You’ll be contributing to student success!

14.) You’ll be giving back to a program where the students and faculty are dedicated to making the world a better place, one sociology class at a time. The students need your support and there’s no better time to show it than Pep and Vim Day!

Join me in donating: www.evansville.edu/give

Click on other departments, then type in Sociology Programs!

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perfectly-parrilla · 4 years

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100 Reasons to Major in Sociology at the University of Evansville

1. Getting to ask Dr. Plikuhn a question if you wear purple on purple Fridays

2. Being a member of anthrotopia

3. Practicing Plikuhnism

4. Learning how to use your sociological imagination

5. Learning how to create curriculum vitas and resumes

6. Learning how to use SPSS

7. Learning all the social theorists

8. Picking your own research topic

9. Sending out your own survey

10. Watching the responses come in to your survey

11. Analyzing your own data

12. Learning how definitions of family change in Marriage and Family

13. Learning about community organization

14. Talking about serial killers in Crime and Deviance

15. Learning about cultures you have never even heard of in Anthropology

16. Watching Miss Representation

17. Opportunities to intern

18. Study parties

19. End of semester parties

20. Learning about mechanization in Social Problems

21. Touring a funeral home in Death & Dying

22. Touring a cemetery in Death & Dying

23. Presenting at the Gerontology Symposium

24. Carol!

25. Listening to “National Night” in Intro and having it stuck in your head for the rest of your life

26. Ever heard of Uncle Karl?

27. Learning about structural functionalism

28. Learning about Conflict theory

29. Learning about symbolic interactionism

30. Learning how cohabitation rates have changed

31. Learning the difference between sex and gender

32. Learning what “sexualities” means

33. Great discussions in Sex, Gender, and Sexualities!

34. Learning about Indians of the Great Plains in Anthropology

35. Learning about symbols in Intro

36. Learning the difference between nominal, ordinal, and interval variables

37. Learning how to write an IRB proposal

38. Presenting your research in senior seminar

39. Learning about how the planet is dying in Globalization and the Environment

40. Learning about the older adult population in Aging & Society

41. Having the best classrooms on campus (who needs windows anyway)

42. Discovering your biases towards others and working to fix them

43. The friends you make!

44. Dr. Plikuhn

45. Dr. Berry

46. Dr. Gray

47. The literal best faculty you will ever have

48. Learning that the goal is to reject the null hypothesis!

49. Learning the strengths & weaknesses of quantitative versus qualitative data

50. Learning how globalization has impacted all parts of the world

51. Learning to be culturally relative

52. Eating M&Ms and Skittles when learning that race is a social construct

53. Thomas Theorem – if we believe something to be real, it will be real in its consequences

54. Learning about manifest and latent functions

55. Learning about the sociology of popular culture

56. Never being able to look at movies, television shows, and music without using your sociological imagination

57. Social locations

58. Making posters about drugs in Social Problems

59. Dr. Plikuhn’s leftover Halloween candy

60. Dr. Berry’s cane

61. Dr. Gray’s jokes

62. “That’s not how it fucking works.”

63. Writing your marriage expectations in Marriage & Family

64. Writing your divorce expectations (uh oh!) in Marriage & Family

65. Learning ASA Format

66. Learning what feminism is NOT (It is NOT taking over and killing all the men!)

67. Learning what feminism IS

68. Reading “American Hookup” by Lisa Wade

69. Getting certified to do research on human subjects

70. Chance to present at the Midwest Sociological Society

71. Writing your death and dying arrangements in Death & Dying

72. Writing your obituary in Death & Dying (well, do you really want other people writing it for you?!)

73. Writing a “deathography”

74. Taking the Cross-Cultural Adaptability Inventory

75. Learning how to conduct ANOVAs

76. Taking Death & Dying over the summer at Harlaxton in England! (You can visit Karl Marx in Highgate Cemetery!)

77. Learning what to wear for interviews (this is not as common as you think, people!)

78. Did I mention Dr. Plikuhn has a candy bowl in her office?

79. Learning how to use Survey Monkey

80. Sociology just celebrated 100 years at UE!

81. Learning what a null hypothesis is

82. Learning p-values

83. Learning when to use ‘significant’ correctly

84. Learning how to open candy canes the right way (Did you know you’re not meant to poke the plastic?)

85. Being warned that grad school is hell

86. Watching Contagion in Death & Dying

87. Getting mini hand sanitizers because you watched Contagion in Death & Dying

88. Getting a mini pack of tissues on the first day of Death & Dying

89. Meeting your best friends

90. Learning how to be confident

91. Faculty who truly want you to succeed

92. Classmates who support one another

93. Office hours (Go to them! Your professors are interesting people!)

94. Positive neutral face (You’ll learn!)

95. A chance to be a member of Pi Gamma Mu

96. The best color tassel at graduation

97. Answering the attendance question of the day

98. The collection of cool things in Dr. Berry’s office

99. Do you know who John Wayne Gacy is? You will after you take Crime & Deviance!

100. It’s the best damn program there is.

#WhyWeLoveUESociology

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perfectly-parrilla · 5 years

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A Rant About Students

Your professor just left her office for the day. It’s 2:30 in the morning. She hasn’t ate since lunch, which was at noon, and barely had time to eat her sandwich before a scheduled meeting with a student. She had two meetings today, one this morning before her classes and one after that dragged on longer than necessary. She’s exhausted and can feel the migraine creeping up the back of her neck and into her temples. She gets in her car, happy to finally be heading home to her family, but knowing they will already be asleep. She’ll join her husband in bed and do the same exact thing tomorrow -- because she cares.

She cares that her students learn to the best of their abilities in her classes. She cares that she contributes to the world of research. She cares that she serves on committees that ultimately make the university a better place for everyone. She cares that one of her students is frantic before an exam. She cares that another student is on the verge of dropping out and wants her help. She cares that another student wants to get into grad school more than anything. She cares to go to every sports game.

And yet, the students don’t see that.

The students only see the professor who is late on grading because she needed that Saturday to herself. They only see the professor who is unavailable at the times convenient for them because she’s in a meeting about university budgets. They only see the professor whose desk is piled with papers; papers that include her research, things she needs to read, books that students have borrowed and returned.

There’s more to a professor’s job than grading your damn paper. And yes, I get it. I get that you want to know your grade, and yes, I have complained about not having grades in a timely manner too. The difference is that I understand that grades can’t always be in early. I understand that professors have other tasks. I understand that professors are just people trying their best.

So, maybe next time you see your favorite professor, thank them. Thank them for spending their lunch hour responding to emails when the answer was in the syllabus. Thank them for meeting with you at a time outside their office hours. Thank them for keeping their lectures up-to-date with relevant information. Thank them for pulling those all-nighters. Thank them for staring at their computer screen even though their head is pounding. Thank them for teaching class even though they just lost a loved one. Thank them for being your professor.

They do this for your benefit as a student, they aren’t doing it for their sanity!

#academia #professor #students #thankful #rant #university #college

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perfectly-parrilla · 6 years

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#Regina mills #saved #once upon a time #ouat #lana parrilla

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Trailer for the fanfic "You Can't Cry Pretty" by LivForever

#criminal minds #Emily prentiss #hotchniss #fanfic #trailer #Aaron hotchner

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Legends || Once Upon A Time

#ouat #once upon a time #legends #Regina mills

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perfectly-parrilla · 6 years

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Why I changed my major as a junior (and hopefully encouragement for others)

I don’t remember the applying for college process. I do remember sitting in my principles of biomedical science class listening to everyone talk about their acceptance letters. They were all going to the same local university, most of them going into the medical field. After all, we were all in the medical professions academy for a reason. I had the same acceptance letter sitting in my email…

It wasn’t the college I wanted.

The university that I wanted to attend was still local, but it was a private school and chances of getting in were slightly harder. It was also much more expensive, but it was my dream school. The campus was beautiful and small and the location was convenient because I could still live at home and continue working at my job.

When my acceptance package came in the mail, I cried. I already felt accomplished by reading that I was accepted into my dream school and I would be majoring in nursing.

I wanted to be an oncology nurse. The treatment of cancer was always fascinating to me and I loved learning all about it, and I could hardly wait to start my first semester and begin taking classes.

That first semester was rough.

I wasn’t happy. I didn’t feel interested in any of the material I was learning in my nursing classes and generally I just felt like I was lost.

Not too long into the second semester, I checked my financial aid which showed a negative amount of money. I thought that was money I owed and I knew there was no way I could pay that much by the deadline. I panicked. I thought I was going to have to drop out and go to a different school in order to get my degree… but the nursing degree still wasn’t what I wanted.

I went home that day and cried to my mother… I told her that I didn’t want to be a nurse… I wanted to be a teacher. This seems like a drastic change but my heart was always drawn between the two. I realized that day that I chose nursing for the wrong reasons.

The next day I went to school, prepared to drop my classes and transfer to a different school the next semester, when wonderful people helped me sort out my problems. They explained to me that the negative amount shown was my refund, and that I didn’t owe anything for the semester. What a huge relief! They also helped me change my major right then and there, and I am so lucky the staff is so supportive!

The following day I began my classes as an English education major. I loved it! I felt like I finally found what I was supposed to do. I loved my classes, I loved the people I had classes with, I loved engaging with the local school system and making fun and exciting lesson plans. My second semester as a sophomore I applied to the school of education and even submitted my portfolio and had an interview, everything was awesome! The interviewers really loved my portfolio and the only thing I needed was the time to get my GPA where it needed to be.

My first semester of my junior year, I still had some general education overlays I needed to meet, and one of the classes that fit my need was Intro to Sociology. When I was registering for classes I regarded it as another general education requirement I just needed to get out of the way. I didn’t have any expectations going into the class.

When the semester started, it was the only class I had with anybody I knew, in fact she was my friend. That was a plus. The professor was pretty cool, that was another plus. It was my favorite class to actually sit through lecture, but when the time came around for the first test… I bombed. A 67. A 67 really hurts when you’re not expecting it. It hurts even worse when the professor puts out an “early alert” which is basically an email sent to all of your advisors and yourself that you failed a test. The early alert was put out because the rule of the class was if you get less than a 70 on a test, you meet with the professor to discuss ways of improving. I read the alert on a Friday. My weekend was ruined.

I cried… because the one thing I was supposed to be working on was bringing up my GPA. I was disappointed in myself. I could have studied harder. I could have paid closer attention to the chapters. I could have taken better notes on my own. But I didn’t. So Monday came around and I was scheduled to meet with the professor and I was nervous. One important detail I should mention here is that I am an extremely awkward person and one on one interviews aren’t really my thing… it’s also worse when I’m talking to someone I look up to (I don’t know why so don’t even ask).

So I go in the professor’s office and we are sitting down and she starts by telling me that I’m not in trouble, and she’s just trying to help me improve my study habits so my next test grade doesn’t resemble the first one. Her advice is to study flashcards from both sides of the card and to maybe try an outline. She also mentioned studying with someone from class.

I did all of the things.

I made outlines of the chapters, I made flashcards and studied them both ways, and I even asked someone from class to study with me (which didn’t turn out because I cared about my grade more than that person cared about theirs), but the point is, I really wanted my next test grade to be good. I wanted to prove to myself and to my professor that I wasn’t stupid, because let’s face it, we all have those moments where we question our life paths.

A week after my meeting with the professor, we had a quiz. Quizzes were obviously less points than the test, but they prepared you for the test, and my quiz grades up until that point weren’t that great either. I studied all weekend for that quiz. I felt confident going into that classroom and answering the questions successfully. It felt like forever before the grade was logged in, but when I saw the 10/10, I actually said, “Yes!”

I did it!

Now I just had to keep doing that on every assignment for the rest of the semester, easy, right?

As the semester went on, and as I buckled down in my sociology course, I realized that I loved it. I was so interested in the material that I was learning and I was talking about it ALL the time! I would go to work straight after class and tell my co-workers the interesting statistics I had learned. I found myself wanting to learn more. I had never felt so drawn to a subject that I needed to learn more information. I even went to Barnes & Noble and bought three books from the “Sociology” section because I simply wanted more information.

Time still went on and I was still an English education major and had already registered for my classes for the next semester as an English education major, but I knew… I knew this wasn’t what I wanted anymore.

I was lost.

I didn’t want to change my major again because I felt like everyone else would think I didn’t know what I was doing. Some people did think that. Some family said things along the lines of “really, you’re going to change your major again? Why?” Also, I was a junior! Changing your major as a junior is kind of a big deal for several reasons.

I didn’t even pass the first test, there was no way I could tell my professor that I wanted to change my major. She was going to think I was crazy! I was going to wait until after the second test. I felt more confident I would do well on the second test and maybe that would help with my decision.

My friends encouraged me to change my major because they could tell what I was more passionate about. They knew that I talked nonstop about the things I learned in my sociology class.

One day before the second test, I worked up the courage to go to my professor’s office again. I told her that she was going to think I was crazy, but that failing the first test made me pay more attention to the information I was reading, and that I was really interested in every aspect of the class, and that I was stuck and had no idea what to do.

Let me just tell you all, this professor (doctor, actually) is so awesome and even if she didn’t think I would make a good sociology major, she didn’t say it. She took several minutes explaining different options to me and she added another SOC class to my English heavy schedule for the next semester so I could dive deeper, but not have to make a decision yet. After all, I had only taken one sociology course ever at this point…

Then she asked me what I would want to do if I was a sociologist. I had no idea! I just knew that I loved what I was learning and the careers that I researched on my own, I could see myself pursuing. I told her I had no idea, and clearly she could see I was stressed and she told me that it was okay.

I told her I was going to wait until after the second test to talk to her, but she said the second test grade shouldn’t matter, because if sociology is what I wanted, that’s what I should go after.

Not going to lie, after leaving her office I was even more unsure of what I was going to do. I had three different papers with different majors and their requirements and I felt even more stressed than before. I honestly had no idea what I was going to do.

I don’t remember how many days went by, but I went with my heart, and I changed my major.

I read the pamphlets, I continued reading the chapters for class, I paid attention during lecture, I read the books I purchased, and all of it was so fascinating, but I still wanted more. I was going through my binder one evening when I found a sheet of paper that was passed out in my sociology class on the very first day. It was a paper that we were encouraged to read, and I skimmed it, but I never really picked it up again after that. For some reason, that night, I opened the folded paper and read “I am a Sociologist because…” by Peter Kaufman. That was it. That paper was my deciding factor.

I went to my professor’s office again, and told her I wanted to change my major to sociology. She told me to have a seat, and she helped me plan my classes accordingly, and I was so excited for my new schedule of classes, and I was looking forward to the next semester. I was sure this was meant to happen.

I’ve never felt so sure of myself before. I’ve never felt so engaged in a topic that I think about it 24/7 and see the world around me differently, all from one class. I can’t imagine how I will feel when I have more sociology classes under my belt.

Also, as a boost for my own confidence, I got a 96 on the second test. I went from a 67 to a 96!

This is why I’m not giving up now. My goal is straight A’s next semester because I want to prove to myself that I will be somebody, someday, who will make a difference.

#sociology #major #college #decisions #student life

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Validated (Regina & Granny Friendship)

Circa middle of season 2.

Today was Regina’s birthday but, to her, it was just another lonely day. She sat inside Granny’s diner, in her usual booth, alone. She could feel a headache creeping up her neck, working its way into her temple, just like they always did. She was getting them more often these days.

She thought about ordering her usual coffee, a medium black, no sugar. However, she decided against it because her sleepless nights were only growing and coffee surely was not going to help. Instead she ordered a diet soda, and was sipping it gingerly. Staring off into space, absently watching the clock until it would be time for Henry to get home from school. Only six hours to go.

She hadn’t been aware of anyone around her until a plate of food landed in front of her. She looked up and found Granny smiling at her.

“Oh, I didn’t order this,” Regina said politely.

“I know,” Granny said, “but a soda is hardly a decent breakfast. You haven’t ate in three days.”

Regina was shocked that Granny paid so much attention to know her eating habits, and yet she averted that to Granny being scared of her planning something evil. “Do you mind if we talk?” Now Regina knew what this was all about. She couldn’t handle it, not today. Not on her birthday. She just wanted to have one good day… “If you’re going to lecture me about being the evil queen then please wait until tomorrow. I really can’t handle anything else…” her voice grew softer as she spoke, hating that she was admitting this out loud.

Granny stayed quiet but slid into the booth opposite of Regina. She folded her hands delicately on the table and gave a gentle nudge to Regina’s plate, encouraging her to eat. “Those are all healthy foods. Avocado toast, scrambled eggs, and a sliced mango.”

That was Regina’s favorite breakfast but, there was no possible way Granny could have known that.

“Look, Regina, I’m old,” Granny began. “I’m old enough to know that evil isn’t born, it’s made.”

Regina looked at Granny for the first time, really looked at her, and she believed that Granny had lived an interesting life so far. All the different markings on her told a story, some of them Regina knew she was the reason for.

“I also know, that evil can be changed. It can become good. I’ve been watching you for a long time now, ever since Henry was a baby. I would see you at the park with him and the pure joy on his face as you chased him around. That was the first time I ever saw you smile. It was beautiful.” She looked up from the table to see Regina’s downcast eyes, struggling to fight her impending tears.

“I knew then what was wrong. You just wanted someone to love, someone to be loved by. That’s a fair thing to want, Regina. I know you were hurt, and we all stood by and did nothing to protect you… you were so young and so innocent. You weren’t the only one to blame.”

“Why are you telling me this?” Regina asked through her tears.

Granny reached her hand across the table and gently patted Regina’s shaking arm. “It’s time you know that you have someone in your corner. You’ve had someone in your corner for a quite awhile now.”

Regina cocked a curious eyebrow.

“I’m in your corner. I know that you have struggled to be good but, I truly believe you are. You’re trying so hard. Every morning you come in here and you order the same thing, and I observe from behind the counter. I see you struggle with whatever demons are in your head. I see you struggle with your food… and I struggle with watching because I should have done something before it all got so out of hand.”

“It wasn’t your fault,” Regina whispered. Her heart was pounding inside of her chest, part of her thinking that it was all just a dream, that there was no way this could actually be happening.

“It wasn’t your fault either.”

Regina couldn’t control it anymore. Her tears swam faster down her cheeks as she let out a quiet sob into her hand. Her body trembling as she tried not to cause a scene. Her eyes were squeezed tight but she felt Granny wrap her arms around her figure, hugging her tight.

“All of the people in this town know you aren’t evil anymore, and someday, they will have forgiven you completely. Maybe not today, and maybe not tomorrow but, they’re trying too. Believe me when I say that they know you have changed. They can feel the goodness growing inside of you.”

Regina wiped her tears, almost regretting the moment when Granny stood up to get back to work. “I don’t know how to say thank you…”

Granny smiled, fighting back her own tears at this point. “You can thank me by finishing your breakfast. The whole plate.”

Regina smiled, the only smile that hadn’t been because of Henry, and she took a bite of the avocado toast. She felt like she could breathe again, she felt validated, like she mattered. It had been years since she felt that way. If Granny could see that she was changing, maybe she really wasn’t a villain.

“Oh,” Granny said, stopping in her tracks and turning back toward Regina, “I almost forgot.” She reached into her apron pocket and pulled out a card. “Happy Birthday.”

Regina hadn’t received a birthday present since she was seven. She opened the card, tears blurring her vision as she read the different signatures wishing her a happy birthday. The whole town had signed it….

“This is truly the best birthday I have ever had.”

#ouat #fanfiction #regina mills #granny #once upon a time #validated #season 2

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