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I had a dream I was out to dinner with Emily, John, and Willie. They were interested in our modern life and asked if men and women still broke each other's hearts? "Yeah," I told them, "You guys could still make a good living on earth." Then I stopped and said, "You are, maybe better than in the day. Emily, you too." They looked at me as if they understood their importance and Willie said, "Well, we were the greatest poets on earth and for some strange reason we are here in your dream! What the hell have you written?"I replied, "I've written some poems over the years and maybe you'd like to read them." Ignoring me, Emily said, "So we still don't know where we came from." Keats replied, "Yeah, you would think if we could go to the moon we would know more about ourselves. You guys are still on the shore of the world, thinking until nothingness sinks." Then Willie looked at me and said, "So this is the dream in death that comes and in that dream you want us to read your poetry." John laughed, and said, "Wake this guy up so we can get out of here!" I told them not to get upset. I didn't intend them to be in my dream. Exasperated Emily said, "This is a wild night in a dream. We don't have a compass or map to chart our way out."I grabbed John's arm and told him I flunked out of San Diego State University because of him. I got an "F" in ballroom dancing. It was 1962, I was a college freshman playing football without a scholarship and washing dishes in the cafeteria. Time I should have been studying for classes I spent reading poems in the library and trying to write an essay about the urn.You see, the final examination in my ballroom dancing class was graded on how well you danced with a girl. Dancing with girls was the reason I took the class; but, you would be graded dancing with your partner, and I didn't want a girl to get a bad grade; so I didn't show for the final. I asked Emily and Willie to consider I got the "F" because of one of their favorite virtues, chivalry. They looked at me as if to ask, "Dancing is a college course?" "But I did it for love," I told them. "I was proud of my "F" in ballroom dancing; and the reason I flunked out was I spent all my time studying your poetry. Do you know how many Cs you have to make to bring up ¿munit of F to a C?During my divorces my ex-wives didn't object to getting the houses and me getting my poems. At the time I thought it was a steal. The three poets looked at me like I was a fool. "But, I did it for my poetry," I told them. They laughed.I explained I'd written poems all my life, kept them under beds, in suitcases, lugged them to wherever I lived and worked. Kept them in school and police department lockers; in law office filing cabinets, even pulled them to safety out of the trunks of wrecked and impounded cars. My poems have been the most steady thing in my life, sometimes the only thing.Willie said, "Screw your poems! We want back to life and out of your goddamned dream." John pushed me and yelled, "Wake up!" Then Emily screamed, "No, don't wake him! If you wake him, what will happen to us? If he wakes, we might cease to exist anymore; we might go back from where we came."

THE CULTURAL PROFICIENCY INSTITUTE FOR EDUCATORS (CPIE) has been established at San Diego State University within the College of Education. CPIE's goals are to provide current research-based information on cultural competencies that will help inform the design of professional development. This resource will be designed for higher education, state-, and district-level educators and professional developers who are preparing teachers to work with students from diverse cultural and linguistic backgrounds.

It's important to learn about the 1960s civil rights movement from people who lived it and led it. In San Diego, one person is Harold K. Brown. Mr. Brown has a long history as a volunteer civil rights and community activist. Being an activist was not fashionable or respected, and challenging racial discrimination and segregation meant activists were labeled as radicals, communists, militants, and troublemakers. Even so, he proudly led San Diego's Congress of Racial Equality (CORE) in many protest demonstrations.

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The main premise of this book is to help you find your purpose before graduating and to encourage you to be intentional with your career journey. In addition, it's to encourage and reignite in mature adults the dreams that are instilled in you. Many of us have a dream, hobby, or something we love that can tell us a lot about ourselves. For example, I have never considered myself a writer, but I'm in love with words. I love the meaning, I love the sound, I like how they can connect a story or add emphasis. Not surprising then that writing poetry and stories was always something that provided me with a lot of comfort and reflection. It was my source of self-awareness, self-actualization, and connection. The intent of this book is for you to pay more attention to YOU. It's for you to view life and what you need from it more holistically. Time, knowledge, and purpose are precious and should not be wasted or taken for granted. They are the foundations of what shape a meaningful career. This book is to encourage you to think differently about how you approach career decision making.There is a distinct difference between building a career and having a job. When you land in an industry that you feel a strong connection with, you can see the vast opportunities ahead of you. You can see yourself as a senior officer or becoming an entrepreneur in that field. You can see yourself making a difference and possibly continuing your education to further your career trajectory. As a result of never giving up on my dream of being a professor, and having friends and colleagues who believed in me, I began the career I always longed for in education. That opportunity led to my appointment as an Assistant Dean, completing a doctorate degree, and writing a book to give back to others for everything that has been given to me.Dr. Tita Gray

The notion of writing a few pages of recollections about growing up in Ruthton, Minnesota in the 1940s and 1950s slowly came to me following the 2013 reunion of my class of 1954. Classes that graduated from 1951 to 1955 have organized joint reunions every five years beginning in the 1960s and continuing until the most recent one, that of 2013.