Brianne Matthews
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I write articles about my experiences growing up in an environment that lacked Black culture with a keen interest in poetry. I post about twice a month.
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The Whisper of Secrets
If walls could talk, they would have a voice filled with the echoes of centuries and the wisdom of ages. The walls of this old cathedral, standing tall and proud for over a thousand years, have seen countless events unfold before their very eyes.
By Brianne Matthews3 years ago in Fiction
AI or Human Intelligence?
Have you ever wondered if the document you are reading was written by a robot or a human? This question has become more and more relevant as artificial intelligence (AI) is being used to create content. AI-generated documents can be difficult to distinguish from those written by humans, which is why it is important to understand the differences between them. In this article, we will explore the differences between AI-generated documents and those written by humans, with a focus on thesis papers. We will look at how AI can generate content and how it differs from human writing. Finally, we will discuss some techniques that can be used to determine whether a document was written by an AI or not.
By Brianne Matthews3 years ago in Earth
Growing Up Black: Is There Only One Way?
At a very young age, I never felt I belonged. Multiculturalism was absent in my high school, and I did not have anyone to turn to in a predominantly white environment. I had rarely seen myself in any media or books that we read in school. Moreover, I was the only Black person in the student body of my high school until my senior year when another Black student enrolled. In fact, throughout my entire life, from pre-school to my masters’ program, I have never been taught by a Black instructor. The institutions I attended could boast of no Black faculty on their staffs. These experiences, in addition to the ones I will discuss below, disconnected me from my culture. My culture is not a monolith, it is an identity that is constantly changing and evolving. Therefore, gaining the valuable lessons associated with my culture deepens my appreciation for my Black identity. This essay discusses my experience growing up Black in Canada. It highlights the expectations people have when they see me as different, which can be harmful to self-identity. Subsequently, it explores how my upbringing influenced my reflexive practice as an educator and led me to support the pursuit of social justice, especially pertaining to racial and cultural equity and inclusion. My growing social justice activism will equip me as an educator to teach and to enhance the learning experiences of my future students.
By Brianne Matthews3 years ago in Humans
