Saturday May 8, 2004

Got a birthday ice-cream cake last night at small group!  Yummy!  =P  That actually worked out so well, cuz I think I was pretty caked out by the end of last weekend.  0_o  Thanks, everyone!

I finally met the mysterious Jack that the Stanford-Baylight contingency would make vague references to every once in a while.   “Blah blah Jack blah so-and-so’s Xanga blah?  Blah blah blah Jack this blog!”  Something had been eating away at me for a while: How are people finding my Xanga, and why do they never comment?  I was so confused, but it all makes sense now.  It all came down to Jack.  Thanks, Jack.  By the way, those of you whose blogs I found through Jack, I think I’m actually fairly well caught up now.  =]  Now if only I got a daily email from Jack, I’d be set…

Most importantly, after weeks of namelessness only further awakened by the overnight adoption of the Fugees’ namesake by Dong’s group, our life transformation group (hereby, LTG) finally has a name!  For a while, I was feeling left out because our life transformation group (hereby, LTG) did not have a new name since the cell division into two groups a couple of weeks ago.  It seemed like overnight, everyone in Dong’s group proudly became a Fugee.  (“No, really, you’re Lauryn.”  “No WAY!  *You* are totally Lauryn!!”)  Then I was even more distraught over the unfairness of it all when, over dinner at TGI’s Sushi two weeks ago, Young suggested that they come up with a personalized Native American name for each member of the group too.  (“You can be Running Bear Who Prays For Fish.”  “How about Spunky Deer Resting By Streams Of Living Water?”)  After much impassioned debate, frantic grasping for the syllables that would gracefully roll off the tongue, and crises of identity over what we are “really about,” we finally reached a consensus!  We are not The Rage.  We are not AWE.  We are not even RAW.  We are The Nightlight.  Baylight by day, Nightlight by, uh, night.  YES!  Finally, I can sleep.  (Okay, that was never a problem in the first place.)

Friday May 7, 2004

[Whoa!  Another super-long Xanga entry!  I thought I told myself I wasn’t going to do that anymore, since a lot of people never comment on (er, read) these things.]

I attended some child development classes this week.  I suspect that *everyone* else there was actually a parent, but that’s okay, the courses were really fun!  Out of the workshop about 2-5 year olds, 5-12 year olds, and adolescents, I think I got the most out of the 2-5 year old workshop.  I think it’s the first time I’ve been shown how to understand what a child’s brain can and cannot be expected to do in early childhood.  Some of the things are probably really obvious, but I don’t think I ever really thought about it (except when, say, the toddlers at church don’t listen to me and I am bewildered).

Some of my notes on aspects of the 2-5 year old brain that have implications for behavior and discipline:

Neural Networks: Every thing a child does lays down neural pathways in his/her brain.  This is the part of the brain that makes a kid want to do things repetitively and find patterns.  In early childhood, children learn best about good behavior and how to distinguish right from wrong primarily by being conditioned.  Repeated (and hopefully appropriate) behavior will feel “right and normal” and therefore the easiest to choose and follow.  Doing is knowing.  Verbal explanations alone are not effective.  Even simple patterns of actions should be demonstrated physically the first time so the child can follow.  Once a neural pathway is triggered, it’s virtually impossible for a 2-5 year old to get off of it without intervention.  If a child gets yelled at each time s/he pulls the dog’s tail, the child will learn to anticipate your behavior which makes them crave to see the “pattern” play itself out just as they predicted it would, even when they know they will get yelled at.  They may even wait until you’re in the room before pulling the dog’s tail.  The pattern recognition is empowering to them, though perhaps in a negative way.

Reptilian Brain: This primal and egocentric part of the brain accounts for reflexes and the self protecting, flight or fight, instincts.  It is the part that does not allow the child to listen to or look at you, or pay attention to directions or reprimands.  Don’t expect 2-5 year olds to “just know” how to control themselves.  If you insist on fighting against this impulsive aspect of the brain, the child may become very competent at ignoring your words and mentally blocking you out (the pattern).  It can be much more effective to first calm them or soothe them before scolding or trying to teach them a lesson.  This may be counterintuitive in that in feels like you’re spoiling the child, but remember that the point of discipline is to teach something meaningful, which cannot be done effectively when the child is trying hard to block you out.  To keep the reptilian brain from raising up its defenses, use “I” messages instead of “you you you,”  use a gentle touch (cheek) with firm words, a say you’re sad instead of mad.  Try holding the child at the waist, not at the hands or arms, if you need to break them out of a behavior.

Cerebellum: This part of the brain is physically oriented, controls balance and agility, and is stimulated by motion.  It craves and is soothed by rocking and swinging.  It’s hard for a 2-5 year old to hold focus on the present subject if s/he is tipped upside down, swung, or rocked.  So try tipping, swinging, or rocking a child when s/he is stuck in a negative pattern or out of sorts!  (I always wondered why little kids love this so much, while I doubt most adults enjoy people randomly picking them up and tossing them in the air…)

Prefrontal Cortex: This is the part of the brain that learns to reason, plan ahead, make judgments, exert self control, and focus on multiple things.  It does not fully mature until about age 7.  2-5 year olds usually have a fixated attention, and it’s hard to think about more than one big thing at a time.  The brain at this stage has little ability for forethought or planning ahead.  Impulses override ability for good consistent short term memory.  If you want to attract the child’s attention and set the child up for success in listening to you, you should bring the subject matter into close visual range of child or whisper in their ear (which requires them to devote more of their attention to try to listen to you).  Tell them what to do, not what not to do, since they tend to only latch onto the the tangible nouns in a sentence (“Blah blah dog blah blah blah tail!”).  Time-outs work better with something to hold, as it helps the child calm down and focus on something in front of them instead of something intangible (i.e. “3 minutes”).  Tactile occupations are also great for taking a child’s attention off of an undesired behavior: try cups and water in the sink, sand boxes and shovels, wide strips of velcro, cotton balls, Elmer’s Glue and food coloring in sealed ziplock baggies.

I don’t really know weird this weird fact fits in: The sound of our voice tends to excite a child’s nervous system, which stimulates their limbs to keep moving.  Ever had a 2-5 year old grab your hair?  Screaming and yelling will often result in the child hanging on and pulling more vigorously!

Okay, that’s enough for now.  This is all perhaps only new for me.  Hopefully I won’t be as bewildered at church when the toddlers are running around!  =P

Well, whether you actually bothered reading this or you just skipped to the bottom, here’s a crazy video that shows something about child conditioning!  Yikes, I hardly know what to think about the video at http://robpongi.com/pages/comboMOKINHI.html .  Kang says this is apparently not all that crazy in North Korea…

Sunday May 2, 2004

[Watch out!  It’s super-long Xanga entry time!]

Got in a little birthday showering/brawl the moment I got home after Baylight small group on Friday night.  Hehe, I didn’t even realize what was going on when Brian called me to see if I was “planning to come home tonight.”  At first, when I went upstairs, the boys were playing video games in Kang’s room.  Then Brian let the cat out of the bag about the impending showering attempt.  There seemed to be a bit of hesitation and Kang and Dan just kind of stood there, waiting to see if Brian was serious.  But we all knew it was going down when Brian emptied his pockets of his wallet and keys and I carefully laid down my cell phone.  (Theme from “The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly” goes here.) 

My first plan: Mad dash for my room!  Of course, they rushed in after me and I realized I was cornered if I stayed much longer.  Mad dash down the hallway, past the bathroom, and fly down the stairs!  By now everyone was into it (except Kate and Wael, who remained upstairs, oblivious to the ensuing struggle).  Arms and legs were flying and I got a great takedown against Brian when he tried to trip me after applying a Full Nelson on me.  I took “You really knocked the wind out of me” as a compliment.  I was happy to make their dragging me back up the stairs as cumbersome as possible by hanging on to every little nook and cranny of the architecture that I could dig some fingers and toes into.  Then I screwed up by trying to scissor Kang with my legs, since that just made it easier for him to carry me up the stairs (hmm, need to work on that).

Once up the stairs, my primary thought was focused on how to eke out an opportunity to get back downstairs, but no luck.  Three against one was just a little too much in the end.  At least I didn’t suffer the shame of actually getting dumped into the bathtub.  Brian had to just spray me with the shower head  before we broke the glass shower doors (ahh!! hot water!!).  Wow, things have changed so much since sophomore year, when Brian caked me on my birthday and then the IV gang carted me off to the shower without a hint of a struggle from me.  Poor Anne had to do all of the fighting for me.  =P

Back downstairs, as the adrenaline wore off, my legs started to quiver incontrollably from the fatigue.  What a weird feeling!  I don’t think I felt like that even when I ran 22 laps (~10.5 miles) for my 22nd birthday at 1:30 in the morning.  Anyway, it was satisfying to hear that everyone got a good workout.  =]  Eventually, Kate and Wael came downstairs and I got to throw Wael to the ground a few times just for fun.

The next morning, I had a birthday lunch with my family.  Even Vincent came to surprise me.  That was so cool.  I saw my coworker Daisy at ABC Seafood Restaurant too, and apparently she’s been going there with her husband and son every week for the past 6 or 7 years.  Wow.

After massage class in the afternoon (which always makes me fall asleep these days), I helped out with a jujitsu demo for a local kids gymnastics club.  It was fun to watch these little 6- to 8-year-olds doing amazing feats with their bodies.  I wish I took gymnastics when I was a kid.  It would probably make my jujitsu practice so much better right now!  Anyway, as we waited, I was getting pretty anxious, since I’ve never given a public jujitsu demo before.  But it was fun!  Just like we got to see some neat tricks from the kids, we got to show them and their parents some neat tricks that we teach.  Hopefully, most of the kids didn’t go home and try to throw their little brother afterward.  Hehe.

 Finally, I got to meet Brian’s mystery girl, Andrea, at her surprise birthday dinner.  There were three people there celebrating birthdays.  I had a surprising amount of fun, considering that I didn’t know anyone there in the beginning except Brian and my high school classmate Tim.  I was glad I could go in with a open attitude.  I felt that I got to meet a lot of people and make a lot of connections, which made the whole thing well worth the time.  It was an unusual treat to get to find that a lot of the people there knew my high school friends.  I actually felt quite at home with a group of people who were very close in age to me.  I love Baylight, but even there I sometimes feel like “the young one” who isn’t very experienced / knowledgeable / relatable / desirable.  Anyway, for an evening, it was a refreshing change of pace.  I even shocked myself by my forwardness in more than one instance.  (Don’t worry, I wasn’t drunk and it wasn’t embarrassing.)  Generously, Brian paid for my pricey birthday dinner though he was already covering the cost for his special friend. 

Tonight, I’m having a *final* (I think) birthday celebration dinner in Mirrielees with my wonderful drawmates.  Maybe for the last time.  *Sniff*