Reflections from Emerging Leaders Intern Juliana Mastro
My interview for the Emerging Leaders Internship was like no other. During the group dialogue, Isoke prompted us to speak openly and honestly about something we were passionate about. We were encouraged to express ourselves in any way we could, so I wrote a poem. No formal resumes were required. I was excited to share this side of myself. Continue reading “Learning to Speak Up”
Anger. Fear. Disbelief. Those are emotions I feel while gauging the current political climate. We live in a world where Hillary Clinton, a woman who has made mistakes and flip-flopped on critical social issues, may lose to a man who horrendously disrespects women, people of color, Muslims and the LGBTQ community. While I agree that both candidates are not our ideal presidential choices, is it really that hard to see which option is better? But regardless of your political leanings, it’s pretty obvious that if Clinton were a man, her path to the White House would be exponentially easier. I’m tired of hearing her being critiqued on her appearance, tone of voice and hairstyle because the main message it gives young women like myself is that if we want to be powerful one day, we must be perfect. Continue reading “Women in Leadership: An open note to young women”
Looking back, I really had no idea what I was getting myself into. After reading the job description of interning at our placements 25 hours a week and coming together on Fridays for reflection, I thought to myself, “I can definitely do this.” After 8 weeks of interning here, I would have given my answer a little bit more thought. At GLIDE, we work and get the work done. We serve meals, give out TB tests, facilitate the Women’s Center, listen to residents’ needs and much more.
In the months leading up to my summer internship at GLIDE, it seemed that everyone I spoke to knew what type of experience I would have. My teachers, my family, my friends – anyone who knew of GLIDE would say things like, “Life-changing experience,” “Eye-opening,” “Unbelievably loving and accepting atmosphere.” Maybe it was a natural youthful skepticism. Maybe it was doubt from the recent spread of global violence and sadness, and its pervasive accompanying rhetoric. Maybe it was my very own degree of detachment from and fear of these forces. I didn’t believe what everyone seemed to tell me. I had few doubts of the meaningful, needed programs offered by GLIDE, but I had trouble imagining such a community of radical love, acceptance and strength.