The Post-Graduate Classmate

This year, I kept myself busy by completing my post-graduate diploma at a nearby college, specializing in Project Management. There were only six people enrolled in the January intake of this program, and while I could probably write a story on the five other people in the program, there was one specific person whom I had an interesting relationship with. This post is about my interactions with her, who, for the sake of this post, I shall call "Masia". I will not reveal her true identity, for the fear that she may find this post, and come after me in a series of hateful texts and Facebook posts. Unlike the other story that I wrote about Dave, Masia actually has a social media presence, and I have to be careful about what I say here about her.

Of the six people enrolled in the program, four of them were international students from India. Masia was one of those people. She was already an accomplished woman prior to coming here, with her Engineering Degree and a good job in India. I struggled to understand why she would come here to further her education when she seemingly had everything going for her in India. I guess, India isn't exactly the best place in the world to live in, which would most likely explain why a lot of Indian students would go to other places, including Canada, to live, work, and study.

From the first class of the first semester to the last class of the second semester, it was clear that Masia was determined to try her best and get the best possible marks she can get, and I respect her for that. However, her rationale and the way she tried to obtain the best marks she could, left me in a bewildered state. I'll explain the rationale first. She was absolutely convinced that by getting good marks, she will able to get a job in Canada. It almost never works that way, and that kind of thinking is plainly naive. Marks can help to get a job, but it's not about what you know that gets you a job, it's who you know. In my opinion, your networks and connections are much more helpful in landing a job, rather than your knowledge.

Whenever Masia gets a test or an assignment back, and she gets something wrong, she takes it upon herself to cut into class time and present her case to the teacher that her answers were correct and that she should get credit for that. It rarely works, but her willingness to use the class time for her personal gain instead of the rest of us learning new material left myself and the other students angry. Why couldn't she wait until after class to present her issues to the teacher? These actions relate to her incessant pursuit for good grades. Another thing I found annoying about her is that she would always ask us what marks we got whenever we would get a test or assignment back, like it was some sort of competition. You get good grades to benefit yourself, not to use it to claim superiority over others.

Masia was one of the most difficult people I have ever had to work with in my days at school. Because of her engineering and managerial background, her seniority, and the fact that she was about four years older than the rest of us, she was seen to be the "leader" of any assignments or projects that we worked on. I also had natural leadership tendencies, and I was also seen to be a leader within the group as well. Inevitably, we clashed on a number of things over the duration of the program. Although she regularly produced quality work for the team when it came to projects, whenever she presented issues to the team, she did it in a way that was confrontational and detrimental to the team and the project we were working on.

Masia also tried to engage in micromanaging practices that made myself and the other classmates uncomfortable. For example, when we were in a team together, I wrote a paper that happened to be a couple of words over a prescribed limit. After the teacher said she was okay with it, Masia decided to throw a fit and chew me out over the fact that I had a couple of words over the limit despite the fact the teacher was fine with it. Masia was very strict with rules, which can be a good and a bad thing. There were times where Masia wouldn't listen to reason, and it seemed like it was always her way or the highway. That made her a bit petulant.

When it came to presenting projects and other material, Masia was by far one of the most boring presenters I have seen in my post-secondary schooling. If you tell her to present something for 5 minutes, she will drone on for 20 minutes. She always fails to stay brief and to-the-point. She always has to explain every single thing in great detail, which is mind-numbing for the rest of us. It almost seemed like she thought we were stupid. There were times where teachers had to cut presentations short because she took up a lot of time. I would always use the stopwatch function on my phone every time she would present something, because she would always go over the limit, which is hilarious considering she would always try to go by the rules.

Masia is a perfectionist, and her attitude and demeanor reflects that. I remember a specific time in one of our major projects where she demanded she be the leader of this project, and she sadly misread the project description and instructions. Our project reflected this misdirection, and Masia took the blame for the critical error. Apparently, after this, she went in the bathroom to cry for about 45 minutes, and she profusely apologized through a badly-worded text message.

Masia rates getting good grades highly, so it was no question that she became a bit of a target when it came to submitting peer reviews for major projects. I'll admit, I deliberately gave her low marks and listed some of the issues that was described in this blog post as the reasons. I suspect that other classmates did the same. After a presentation for a major project where I presented an issue log that may or may not have portrayed her in a negative light, she angrily responded in another of her badly-worded text messages. I did apologize after.

The biggest lessons I took from my interactions with Masia are the ways how not to be a good leader. Just because you're older and have more experience in a managerial background, it doesn't mean it makes you a better leader than someone else. Masia was authoritative, confrontational, and she engaged in micromanaging. Her failings as a leader helped me to become a better leader myself. It is important for everyone to have a say in how a project can be run, and also, the team members need to be empowered so that they can be better motivated to complete their work. My interactions with Masia were hard to deal with sometimes, but overall, it was definitely a learning experience.

Muhammad Ali and his Role in the Civil Rights Movement - Part 2

Part 1 is here.

Another event that Muhammad Ali had a big role in, in terms of the Civil Rights Movement was his refusal to be drafted into the Vietnam War. In 1964, Ali failed to qualify for military service, because even though he passed the physical requirements, he failed the mental aptitude test. In 1966, the Vietnam War was expanding, and the United States needed more people for the war effort. The United States decided to lower their test scores for the qualification of military service so that more people could be qualified to take part in the military. These actions left Muhammad Ali eligible for the draft and induction into the U.S. army. Ali could do one of two things: He could follow the United States Government and report to Vietnam, or he could follow his heart and faith. His initial concern about entering the draft wasn’t exactly religious or political; he thought he was in danger of having his life turned upside down. But when he first heard that he was eligible for the draft, he stated that he would refuse to serve in the United States Army and was publically considered a conscientious objector due to his religious beliefs. Ali stated that:

"War is against the teachings of the Holy Qur'an. I'm not trying to dodge the draft. We are not supposed to take part in no wars unless declared by Allah or The Messenger. We don't take part in Christian wars or wars of any unbelievers."

Ali wanted to stay true to his religious beliefs, and not be a part of a conflict that wasn’t his. Ali also enraged the U.S. Government and caused controversy around the country and the world by saying: “I ain’t got no quarrel with them Vietcong, they never called me a nigger.” Many people were enraged by those comments and the media were livid over what he said. On April 28, 1967, when the U.S. government called him for military service, he refused to budge. Ali was warned that he was committing a felony punishable by five years in prison and a ten thousand dollar fine. When the U.S. government called him again for military service, Ali did not move forward. He was arrested and the New York State Boxing Commission, as well as other boxing commissions stripped Ali of his boxing license. He was basically banned from boxing in the United States. Newspaper writer Milton Gross of the New York Post talks about his refusal of induction by saying: “Clay seems to have gone past the borders of faith, he has reached the boundaries of fanaticism.”

At his trial on June 20, 1967, after 20 minutes of deliberation, the jury found Ali guilty, and he was convicted of refusing induction into the United States Army. Ali was sentenced to the maximum imprisonment of five years in prison as well as a ten thousand dollar fine. He was also stripped of his world heavyweight championship title and prohibited from fighting in state boxing commissions across the country. Muhammad Ali’s couldn’t fight in a boxing match for another three years. Over those three years, Ali fought to appeal his conviction by staying in the public spotlight and giving speeches at rallies in college and university campuses across the country, where there was a strong opposition to the Vietnam War. Ali explains why he refused to fight in Vietnam:

"Why should they ask me to put on a uniform and go 10,000 miles from home and drop bombs and bullets on brown people while so-called Negro people in Louisville are treated like dogs?"

In 1970, Muhammad Ali was able to fight again and in 1971, the United States Supreme Court held a trial for Muhammad Ali. The Court of Appeal Board denied Muhammad Ali’s claim to attain conscientious objector status, but didn’t state the reasons as to which grounds were rejected and which were sustained. Therefore, by unanimous decision, the Supreme Court reversed Ali’s conviction of refusing induction into the United States Army.

Muhammad Ali’s refusal to fight in the Vietnam War averted attention from Ali’s racial views and it put him in a position where many people, including whites and white opinion-makers, could relate with him. Initially, Muhammad Ali was looked at with suspicion, especially around the time when Malcolm X was assassinated in 1965 and when he took the persona of the Nation of Islam. But when he refused to be inducted into the United States Army, it started a bond between Ali, and the white liberal media.

After Muhammad Ali’s retirement from boxing in the early 1980’s, The United States began to recognize Ali’s achievements inside and outside the boxing ring. In 1996, Muhammad Ali was chosen to light the flame at the 1996 Olympic Games in Atlanta, Georgia. It was a proud moment for him and the American people, as around 3 billion people around the world watched him light the flame to start the Olympic Games. In 2005, Ali received the Presidential Medal of Freedom at a White House ceremony, and the United Nations Association of Germany awarded him the Otto Hanh Peace Medal for:

“Outstanding services to peace and international understanding, especially for his lifelong commitment to the American civil rights movement and the cultural and spiritual emancipation of black people throughout the world."

To this day, Muhammad Ali has devoted himself to humanitarian efforts around the world, as well as supporting education efforts of all kinds and encouraging people to respect and better understand one another.

Today, Muhammad Ali represents the living personification of Martin Luther King Jr’s message that all people are deserving of love. Sports Journalist Kevin Izenberg described Ali’s life:

“Ironically, after all he went through, the affection for Ali is largely colour-blind. Late in his career, he developed a quality that only a few people have. He reached a point where, when people looked at him, they didn't see black or white. They saw Ali. For a long time, that mystified him. He expected black people to love him and crowd around him, but then he realized white people loved him too; and that made him very happy.”

To sum it all up, Muhammad Ali just wanted to be loved and accepted by everyone. To himself, he was just a man with an opinion. In the 1960’s, America found it hard to accept anyone of colour, but now in this day, people have realized the things he had to go through to get to where he is. His greatest contribution was his ability to rally the African Americans during the Civil Rights Movement. Ali never took crap from anyone and had a sort of an in-your-face style, which can be argued that it sparked the black people to stand up for what they believed. Ali stood up for certain principles: that equality among people was just and proper. He gave Black Americans a purpose to stand up for themselves. Ali stood up for his principles and sacrificed a lot for them. You can’t call someone a great man just because of what they achieved, but also what that man had to go through to achieve something. Muhammad Ali was a great man, because he inadvertently became a civil rights pioneer. He was a shining symbol of rebelliousness against an unreasonable social order.

Muhammad Ali and his Role in the Civil Rights Movement - Part 1

I've contemplated sharing this for a while, but I am finally going to share this piece of writing. This is my history essay that I have written when I was in my first year at university. I have written this essay around March of 2010, and it was the creation of many hours of research that I have personally put in. I can't remember what grade I received, but I'm sure it was a solid A-minus. It's nice to see the differences in my writing from then to now, and to see how far I have come along.

I have not changed the content in any way for this post. Everything is the same as it was when I originally submitted the essay. The only alteration I have made is the removal of references. If anyone wants to know the references I have used, I will be happy to provide those in a separate blog post. Due to the length of the essay, I have broken it up into two parts. Part 1 is below, and Part 2 will be posted tomorrow. Any comments are greatly appreciated.

The 1960’s were a time of unrest in the United States. There were protests across university campuses opposing the Vietnam War. A generation was starting to find a voice. The 1960’s were also the height of the Civil Rights Movement, where black people were trying to fight for equal rights to their white counterparts. Many leaders stood up to the cause of fighting for equal rights, such as Martin Luther King and Malcolm X, but there was one recognizable figure that used his popularity to stand up for what he believed and gave a sort of hope for African Americans during these tense times, and that man was Muhammad Ali. He was a young, brash man, who provided a great example on how to be an individual protester by speaking about his beliefs and his dislike for racism in the United States. Muhammad Ali played a big role in the Civil Rights Movement by expressing his views in certain events he was a part in, such as his affiliation to the Nation of Islam, as well as his opposition of the Vietnam War. His example rallied the African Americans to fight for black pride and black resistance against white domination, as well as for the equal rights they truly deserved.

Muhammad Ali was born as Cassius Marcellus Clay Jr. in 1942 named after his father, Cassius Marcellus Clay Sr., to a working-class family in Louisville, Kentucky and began his boxing career at age twelve. He began to fight in the amateur ranks in boxing, and quickly became a rising boxer, having an amateur record of one hundred wins with five losses. He participated in the 1960 Olympic Games in Rome, Italy, where he won a gold medal in the light heavyweight division by beating his Polish opponent. After he won the gold medal, he returned to his hometown of Louisville, Kentucky, where he experienced the racism that was gripping the United States. He thought that he was going to be treated like a champion because he won the gold medal, but he was refused service at a “whites-only” restaurant, and then fought with a motorcycle gang. Disgusted by the racism and hardship he had to deal with, Cassius threw his gold medal into the Ohio River. What he did was an act of defiance, and it was a stand to the mistreatment of blacks in the United States. That single action is the beginning of his fight in the Civil Rights Movement. That action is what also intrigued Nation of Islam leader Malcolm X to invite Cassius Clay into the Nation of Islam.

After Cassius Clay’s first heavyweight bout with Sonny Liston, where he finally became the heavyweight champion of the world for the first time, he revealed that he had become a member of the Nation of Islam, and had changed his name to Muhammad Ali.  He got the name Muhammad Ali from the leader of the Nation of Islam, Elijah Muhammad. Muhammad believed that the name Cassius Clay was “a slave name” and wanted to change his name to represent a slave-trader, rather than a slave-liberator. It is widely assumed that Muhammad Ali was attending Nation of Islam meetings even before his match with Sonny Liston. This obviously sparked controversy in the United States, and few people accepted his new identity. He was hated not because he was black, but now also because of his newly found religious beliefs. He became a member of the Nation of Islam when the United States were looking at the Nation of Islam with suspicion, and even with hostility. He didn't help his cause with the white public of the United States when he started to flaunt and express his religious views. When talking about his new name, Muhammad is quoted as saying:

“Cassius Clay is a slave name. I didn't choose it and I didn't want it. I am Muhammad Ali, a free name – It means beloved of God – and I insist people use it when speaking to me and of me”

Muhammad Ali became the most visible spokesman in the Nation of Islam, and those teachings became the core of who he was at the time. He spoke on a variety of issues. On the integration of white and black people, Ali says: “We who follow the teachings of Elijah Muhammad don't want to be forced to integrate. Integration is wrong. We don't want to live with the white man; that's all.” On the issue of inter-racial marriage, Ali says: “No intelligent black man or black woman in his or her right black mind wants white boys and white girls coming to their homes to marry their black sons and daughters.” On the issue of brotherhood, Ali says: “We're not all brothers. You can say we're brothers, but we're not.” On the need for a separate black homeland, Ali is quoted saying:

“Why don't we get out and build our own nation? White people just don't want their slaves to be free. That's the whole thing. Why not let us go and build ourselves a nation? We want a country. We're 40 million people, but we'll never be free until we own our own land.”

These views presented by Muhammad Ali were views that he felt strongly about. Ali embraced his black heritage when many African Americans were trying to run from it.

Obviously, the media, as well as white Liberals and black Americans came down hard in Ali and his views. Tennis great Arthur Ashe gave his opinion on Muhammad Ali’s ties to the Nation of Islam, saying:

“I never went along with the pronouncements of Elijah Muhammad that the white man was the devil and that blacks should be striving for separate development; a sort of American apartheid. That never made sense to me. It was a racist ideology and I didn't like it.”

Former heavyweight champion Floyd Patterson also added his opinion on Muhammad Ali and the Nation of Islam:

“I've been told that Clay has every right to follow any religion he chooses and I agree. But, by the same token, I have every right to call the Black Muslims a menace to the United States and a menace to the Negro race. I do not believe God put us here to hate one another. Cassius Clay is disgracing himself and the Negro race."

Another former heavyweight champion, Joe Louis chimed in with what he thought as well: “I've always believed that every man is my brother. Clay will earn the public's hatred because of his connections with the Black Muslims.” It seems that many people had something to say to oppose Ali and his religious views, but to many others, Ali is viewed as the prime symbol of black pride and provided a resistance to an unfair social order by preaching something that was different from mainstream values.

Part 2 is here.

Canada 3-1 Jamaica: Post-Game + Media Gallery

The Canadian Men's National Football Team finally returned to action at the National Soccer Stadium (usually known as BMO Field) where they faced off against Jamaica, who came up short in qualifying for the 2014 World Cup and were looking to start off on the right foot themselves. It was a spirited match, and Canada ran away 3-1 winners, which was their first win in about two years, and their first multi-goal game in a long while as well.

There were two things I noticed as soon as I entered the stadium. The first thing I noticed was the sheer amount of empty seats at the stadium. I felt like the match could have been promoted better, as I didn't really hear about the match a whole lot through the different types of media. However, the match did have some challenges when it came to attracting people to come out, such as the fact that it was a weekday match (Tuesday evening), and that they had to compete against the Toronto Blue Jays, who were playing in the Rogers Centre at the same time. It also didn't help that the Canadian team wasn't very good.

The second thing I noticed was that there was a strong contingent of Jamaican supporters at the stadium. Canada matches that take place in Canada (especially in Toronto) always had the issue where the team that they were playing had more supporters in the stadium than the Canadian fans. That always bothered me, and I made the joke that all the Jamaican supporters were actually Jamaican-Canadians, and I have a suspicion that I might actually be right. Name me one person that flew from Jamaica to Toronto just to go watch this friendly, I don't think you will be able to.

As for the match itself, I was pleased with Canada's performance. Canada were understandably a bit rusty at the beginning stages of the match, but the Canadian midfield imposed themselves and were in control (Hutchinson and De Guzman had solid performances). The Canadian defence were quite composed and even though they had some scary moments when Jamaica threatened the goal, they were able to shut them out. Milan Borjan had a stellar performance, making great saves and not being afraid to come out for the ball. The Canadian forwards had a tough time putting the ball on target, which echoed previous struggles whenever Canada played, but luckily for them, the scoring came from other sources.

It's worth noting that the response from Canada after Jamaica scored the first goal was something I have never seen from this team. They would usually wilt under the pressure of going behind, but they instead roared back quickly, and then put the game out of reach. Much credit to the coach, Benito Floro, for his role in inspiring the team.

The Canadian supporters in sections 112-114 were absolutely fantastic. They didn't stop singing for the entire duration of the match, and they brought an atmosphere that was sorely lacking whenever Toronto FC played at BMO Field. It was without a doubt, the best atmosphere at BMO Field this year, and the supporters deserve a lot credit for that.

Lastly, I have a couple of videos. The first one was taken immediately after the match ended where the Canadian players thanked the supporters for coming out to watch them beat Jamaica. The second video was taken outside Gate 3 after the match where more singing and chanting ensued.

Overall, it was an awesome time out. I met various supporters from here in Toronto, from Ottawa, and beyond. The match was also quite entertaining, and it was good to see Canada prepare for their World Cup qualifying with a win. This may be wishful thinking, but I hope this win lays the ground work for shaking off the "loser stench" that has plagued the Canadian National team for so long.

The Story of a Man Named Dave

I've well documented, whether on Twitter or on this very blog, that my first year at university was probably the most entertaining and the happiest time of my life so far. Most of the people that lived in my dorm were a delight to be around, and to get to know. However, with all the great people I met, there were a couple of people who lived at my dorm who were a bit odd. I am going to tell the story of one such person that I've regularly encountered in my first year at university.

These are my experiences interacting with a man named Dave.

Dave looked like your typical nerd. He was a rather tall fellow, almost Frankenstein-like. His skin was pale white, and the blushes on his face were as prominent as the glasses he wore. He always dressed in the same cargo pants, like he was about to go camping, and he was always hunched over when he walked, like Quasimodo. His freakiest feature was his fingers. I can't describe it in words, but this popular YouTube video easily expresses what it looks like. His voice was as deep as the bottom of the ocean, like a lonely blue whale yearning for a soul-mate.

Dave was a fourth-year student at university while myself and almost everyone else in the dorm were first-year students. All throughout his university career, he lived in a dorm, and it surprised me why he wouldn't live off-campus after his first year. I can only speculate, but maybe he wanted to try to get to know new people every year and build some friendships, but as I got to know him throughout my first year of university, he turned out to be quite a bizarre individual.

Whenever my friends and I were doing something in the lounge, whether it be playing cards or video games, Dave would walk in and observe what we were up to. Sometimes he would just walk out and not say a word, while other times he would try to strike up a conversation with us. Even though the commonalities between us and him were small, he was included in the activities that we did. As we got to know him, he became more comfortable with the rest of us, and we were exposed to some of the strange things that he did.

A couple of times that we ate together, Dave would order a sub and then proceed to apply an insane amount of mayonnaise to his sub. Every time he took a bite of his sub, a big gob of mayo would drop from his sub (or his mouth) onto the paper the sub was originally wrapped in. That's pretty disgusting, if I do say so myself. When we would order pizza, he would take a slice from the pizza box when he wasn't even half way finished eating the slice already in his hand, which is a bit greedy in my opinion. When it came to girls that he didn't like, he would call them "wenches" like we were living in a time when pirates dominated the seas. A phrase that he regularly says is "You've gotta be fucking me" which is a variation of the popular phrase "You've gotta be kidding me" (though I'm pretty sure no girl wanted to fuck him). I got the feeling that his presence in the activities my friends and I did made everyone feel uncomfortable, but no one had the guts to speak up about it, except behind his back.

Dave was also an avid drinker, and it seemed like every evening, he would always have a can of beer while we were all hanging out in the common lounge. Most of the dorm-mates have not seen him drunk, but I remember the distinct time when I've actually seen him drunk. One night, my friend and myself were playing Zelda in the lounge, and he would come in and watch us play while helping us out with the quest and pounding beers. He ended up getting drunk, and kept referring to the Song of Time as the "SOT". Whenever Link was in danger, Dave would angrily tell us to "play the SOT". This may not be the most entertaining drunk story, but let me emphasize that despite drinking beer every evening, you would never see him actually get drunk. It would be like watching the Aurora Borealis.

Most of the interactions with Dave are whenever we would play Super Smash Brothers on the old N64 in the common lounge. Dave would play along with us, and because no one really liked him, everyone would try to eliminate him from the game early. Whenever I played Smash with him, I always made sure that I get him out first. He had names for the characters I always used. For example, he kept calling Pikachu "the rat" (Sidenote: Pikachu is a mouse), and he kept calling Yoshi "the constipated dinosaur", which is true, to be honest.

He would also get angry when he gets eliminated from Smash. On a couple of occasions, he would throw the controller on the ground and walk out of the common lounge. There was also another incident that would live in first year infamy. My friends thought I had a bit of a rivalry with Dave when it came to Smash. One day, after I again crushed Dave, I blurted out the following line:

"I don't consider you my rival, I consider you my bitch."

I never meant to actually say those words, but Dave was upset, called me some names, and then stormed out of the common lounge. After he stormed out, everyone started bursting out in laughter. I regret saying those words now, but I guess it acted like a release of what everyone thought of him. Nobody really liked him.

Looking back at all of these interactions with Dave, Dave was actually a nice guy and tried to fit in. But his awkwardness, behaviors, and mannerisms made everyone feel uncomfortable. No one really had the guts to tell him their feelings toward him directly, so we all shunned him in a passive-aggressive way. At the end of first year, I could see why he lived in the dorms for his entire time in university, and I think it was because he couldn't get along with his dorm-mates in prior years. It's quite sad thinking about it, and from time-to-time, I wondered what he would be up to now.

I know it's about 5 years too late, but I would like to apologize for my conduct towards you. I genuinely hope you are living a nicer life.