Final Edit

Field Notes / Observation   

      I never thought I’d ever go to a ping pong wreck center to attend an atheist meetup. But here I am on the 6 train hurtling towards my destination with a tornado of thoughts swirling violently inside my head. I’m slightly nervous of what’s to come. The ping pong wreck center is very deep in Manhattan, around 23rd street, where I don’t go often. The meeting is also specifically, a Black atheist meeting so I’m not sure if I’m even allowed to attend. I assume from their online photos that they’ll all be 20 and over, while I am a mere freshman, at 18 years old. I feel a little intimidated, because I’m younger and I have this assumption that they might be strongly opinionated, if they find out I’m religious. Worse case scenario they’ll even be defensive or hostile and not welcome me. Because of this I haven’t decided whether to reveal myself or conduct a participant observation. I just feel that it’s not right to lie; I don’t like doing it. I would also feel guilty being a religious person and taking part in the skepticism, which I had no actual arguments for.

       On my way out of the train station, I spotted a small entrance with the word “SPIN” in bright white lights over a small black backdrop. It seemed okay from the outside. I opened the glass door entrance and two hispanic females walked out. They seemed to be a few years older than me which reassured me of the locations safety. Passed the entrance was a very small lobby like space, that lead to stairs to a lower level. Directly in front of me and to my left, were beautifully decorated walls. There were bright abstract colors and shapes in the midst of what looked like a collage.The collage contained images such as 3D sideways pyramids and cylinders decorated with multi-colored swirls. As I walk passed the wall art I am thrown off by a NYC transit like sign, directly above the stairs,  that says “Ping Pong 23rd st station SPIN” in grey, yellow, and red colored circles much like the train designs.

       When I went downstairs I spoke to a man at the check in desk. He was Caucasian, with dirty blonde hair, strutting a shaggy goatee and a connected trimmed beard. I hesitated for a few seconds moving my lips while sound failed to come out. I then nervously told the man that I was here for the black atheist meeting. He responded with “Kevin or Kevon right?” I nodded “yes” he then said “well he hasn’t reserved a table yet and I think not many people are coming so you can go right ahead and wait inside. He’s probably still at the bar.”

      I entered a dim spacious area with with warm yellow lights hanging down over rows of ping pong tables. As I walked further in, to my left there was a beautifully drawn woman in black and white with a cap on, who looked to resemble Rihanna. Aside from that painting the place was decorated with art on every wall, with bright vibrant rainbow colors. In this painting it looked to be a woman with a scarf over her entire head except her eyes and nose, staring at a bird. At the center of the rows of ping pong tables, there was an area isolated by see through curtains, where two rows of booths were located, for the restaurant portion. I sat in one of those booths to briefly take some notes and contact Kevon to tell him I had arrived. While I waited I saw that there were mainly Caucasian family’s / friends there with a few minority groups such as Hispanic, Brown, Asian, and of course my black atheist group. As I sat there, a tall, voluminous, dark skinned lady passed by as we mutually smiled at each other. The music playing in the background I assumed was old because of its unfamiliarity and funky beat . It was upbeat but the vocalist was always soothing, with occasional acoustics.

        After an hour of waiting, since I arrived at 7:30, for  Kevon to answer I asked the man at the desk to direct me to Kevon. I was led to a long couch with smaller seats surrounding a coffee table of snacks, where a good 7-8 people were gathered. When I got there I immediately locked eyes with the woman I had smiled at earlier. She reiterated that we had seen each other, when she first came in and her and kevon quickly apologized for having me wait so long. Kevon shook my hand, offered me a seat and introduced me to Koretta, the women I met earlier. Koretta had long curly hair, and wore a red fitted dress with  black knee high boots. Kev

on was a tall toffee colored man, rather slim, and bald; he had a broad smile with soft kind eyes, although flustered, and awkward at times. He wore a brown and orange checkered flannel with dark jeans. After I settled down and shook everyone’s hands, Kevon asks “So what brings you to our meeting? What made you decide to come?” I stayed quiet for a moment however my face was very telling of my unease and contemplation. They looked at me confused and suspicious of my response. Finally I decided to come clean and explain to them that I’m not really an atheist. I explained how I was conducting a field study and that I prefer not to lie. They seem like nice people and they’re diverse despite their title as “Black Atheists”. Koretta expressed her appreciation for my honesty and then asked if it’s common in college to get this assignment. I told her it was for my social science english class but I chose my topic. She said she was curious because another girl interviewed quite a few of them for a journalism final, so she was intrigued by the coincidence. I also shared how nervous I was, about not being sure if I’d be allowed to stay, because I wasn’t black. Koretta reassured me that it was  okay and joked that they could be my test subjects. I then exclaimed “ oh noooo that’s exactly how I didn’t want you to feel. That’s why I was contemplating being a participant; I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable.” I could tell that she was friendly but for some reason I felt a hint of negative emotions emitting from her. Her body language was stiff, she didn’t make much eye contact, was slightly avoidant, and although she said she understood I could feel that it was only to be agreeable. I think that she may have resentment for religious people, which was giving her discomfort. It’s as if she wanted to give me the benefit of the doubt but in the back of her head there was an unpleasant encounter with religion.

Shortly after my introduction, a guy who was stout with blond hair and circular glasses, named Andrew, began to address how they are accepting of everyone seeking atheism. He then rambled about how the group is very open and that there are a lot of ignorant white people who don’t know about minorities and their struggles.  I say he rambled because he talked the majority of the time, not because I wasn’t interested. The more I talked to him I noticed that he had very strong eye contact which slightly made me uncomfortable. I was finally freed from that very lengthy encounter when a new member (to me atleast) arrived.

     After some time Kevon rented a ping pong table. While everyone entertained themselves and ordered some food, Kevon took a seat next to me. I had ordered a peach tea and he asked me if it was good. I responded with “Eh it could use some sugar but other than that it’s okay.” He then said “What is your religion? If you don’t mind me asking”. “Oh no of course how could I ask and not respond”. I said. “Technically I’m evangelical, but evangelicals are not supposed to drink or dance; yet I’ve done both”. Kevon continues with “How can you be sure that your religion is the right one, if there are so many other religions ? That means all the others would be wrong then and they’re all going to hell”. I then say  “ Well I’ve thought of the same thing because there’s no way of knowing. But the reason why people are affiliated with their designated religion, is mostly because they’re primed by their parents or caregivers. I’ve also thought of ‘what if I had been born into a different religion.’ Then I would be in the group of ‘people going to hell’. I’ve also thought about ‘what if all these religions worship the same god but practice it differently’ ”. Kevon follows up with ”There are also so many contradictions”. I then explain “ Yeah. I know, like for example the, Roman Catholic Church; many of their practices are alterations of the Bible for their gain and manipulation.(priest are not able to marry as to not split up the land) Also the culture of being so hard core and strict with their beliefs. (premarital sex not eating swine )I believe as times change so should the exceptions to the Bible”. Kevon:“ But times have changed but the Bible hasn’t and it’s not supposed to right?” At this point I can’t really argue because I have no concrete evidence. “This is where I can’t really counter because I myself are not a strict believer it’s as if I made my own religion, like I picked and chose what I wanted; which is hypocritical, but my opinion is that you should just be an overall good person and establish a relationship with god”. Kevon sighs and says “Yeah I’ve noticed that the people who stray the most from the original practices of their religion tend to be the best people”. “why are you interested in studying us in particular”As I answered these questions I thought it was funny and ironic that I was being interviewed, rather than him since I was the one conducting the study. I continued with “For me I was primed at a young age because my grandmother was heavily religious and would take me to church often. When I was younger I believed because I was told to, but I had a few experiences that became proof for me. I also had a friend who went through something very traumatic. I helped her through it and convinced her to get therapy. I also feel blessed to have never gone through any servere struggles and I always felt it was because of my grandmother praying for me. But that leads to why I want to be a therapist I feel that because I’ve been so blessed I should help others. So religion for me gives me hope and helps me through whatever is thrown at me; so I’m just curious as to what keeps you going and who do you reach out to for support, if not god”. Kevon then ends our conversation with “people of course and that’s why I made this group”. I was then pulled out to play three friendly games of ping pong with Andrew before everyone called it a night and went their separate ways.

https://hubpages.com/religion-philosophy/Atheists-Who-Convert-A-Case-Study

Letter of Introduction

       Dear Ms. Anna Steegmann,

      My name is Julissa Peña and I’m a freshman on my second semester, with my major decided on a B.A. in Psychology. My ethnicity is Dominican but I was born here. I do speak Spanish and I’m currently learning Japanese. A fun fact is that I actually love people of all kinds, like I love how different we are culturally, and how distinct foreign accents are. I actually love your accent, it’s full of character and also engages me whenever you lecture. I just find people’s differences amusing and charming to watch and learn about. Learning new things also brings texture to life because I think that if you’re constantly being educated, you’ll never be bored. Which brings me to my experience at college. For the longest time I found school to be a chore, but since I started college I’ve found it quite enjoyable. I start my classes late on alternate days which gives me a chance to catch up on  missed sleep from earlier days. I also have this drive to go to class now; I chose my classes and actually find the information necessary which makes learning it effortless. Maybe that’s an exaggeration but you get the message. School life has become a little more bearable and I’m basking in it.

        If I am judging myself impartially, I would say that I am a pretty well rounded student. My attendance is good because I am seldom absent. When I attend class, I participate if I’m confident in my thoughts. I am very sociable; I can be put in any group and work effectively even if there is a difference in opinions amongst the group. However, like any student, I have shortcomings. These happen to be lateness and time management. I usually get to functions either on time by the skin of my teeth or 10-15 minutes late. Very rarely am I a large chunk of time early, unless I thoroughly planned my morning. As for time management, I am a very thorough person and take a lot of time to either read, plan, or create any piece of work; but I seldom to never create or give garbage work. I’d rather give it in late than give anything less than something I deem worthy.

       My Strength in writing could also be considered my weakness. My style of writing is very efficient. When I write, I hardly ever have to revise or make heavy changes to my work, unless it is due to an alteration of the base of my argument/topic. This is because I refrain from using filler words or irrelevant  information that cannot be looped back to my main point. As for mechanics, I correct them as I write rather than waiting until the end to reread and revise. This results in less errors especially when one is running late and doesn’t necessarily have the time to perfect it. As for weaknesses my style of writing is directly a result of, my inability to write, if all of the information needed and direction of my argument/writing is not clear or organized in my head. This in turn makes it extremely hard for me to do draftwork, which for some, is an essential part of the writing process. I personally dislike draftwork because I find it redundant to produce ill informed/unclear writing, when I have no definite goal or direction for my writing.

     To be honest I don’t mind writing, I think I’m good at it or so I’ve been told but it’s SOOO TIME CONSUMING! As I’ve mentioned before I’m a very thorough person; it’s hard for me to write an assignment haphazardly. So it’s never an option to say “oh I’ll just be brief, one page tops.” Once I’ve elaborated every detail possible and correctly aligned whatever argument/topic, the one page would have turned to three. This is because every story has to be opened, elaborated, and closed properly. There have been times where I’ve reached the word limit but can’t end it because I can’t just cut my paper off halfway through.That’s just how I’m wired it’s either go big or go home.

     Reading is something that I’ve grown to love. As a child I hated it; I would make it three pages in and knock out before the fourth. Until I read this book called “The Wide Awake Princess by E.D. Baker. This book was a cute little romantic fantasy, loosely based on the classic “Sleeping Beauty”, that caught my undivided attention. Since then I read another E.D. Baker series called the “Frog Princess” and loved it. I loved her style of writing and her diction. Her books introduced me to so many words that I would search up in the dictionary, as if it was a treasure hunt for their meanings. However, my favorite book has to be “The D.U.F.F.”. For some reason, I’m a little embarrassed to say this because it’s not a famous literary piece. It’s a cute love story that happens in the midst of puberty, with all it’s insecurities and inevitable path to self-acceptance. At the time, it was really relatable and helped me explore adolescent love without experiencing it. But yes I do like reading; however, I don’t do it often because I prefer to watch TV series. I also have this excitement procrastination. About two christmas’ ago I bought a drawer of books and have yet to read them. I tend to get so excited, saving it for last, and putting it off that I never actually read it. But ONE DAY it shall be accomplished; I will read them all.

         I would prefer not to show my work to the class. I mean to be honest I love to share personal information; however, I don’t like to be judged unnecessarily. It’s not like I’m going to die or get my feelings severely hurt. It’s just that it angers me that I even gave you a chance to judge and look down at something I like, feel, or treasure. I like to make sure whoever I share information with, has a genuine connection with me or values what I have to say, even if they disagree. This is with personal information though. When it comes to formal academic work I feel a little more comfortable, but I still fear that I won’t approach the task the way it should’ve been. The only difference would be that now the whole class will see and question my intelligence. I just feel that no matter the situation I would like to be seen as competent and not belittled.

     I am excited to be in this class especially because I took this class to specifically couple my Social Psychology class. I’ll have the opportunity to apply the new psych information and feed my social science writing. Something I’m expecting from this class is to really take me out of my current mental space, give me a completely different perspective on the way I see society, the way it functions, and how these structures were originally put into motion. I also hope that this helps me improve my writing while developing a new appreciation for its art and door to creative expression. Lastly, a bonus I hope to acquire is some public speaking skills due to the interview part of this course.

Thank you for reading and hopefully this has helped you peak into who I am as your new student.

Sincerely,

              Julissa Peña