Showing posts with label fight. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fight. Show all posts

Monday, September 24, 2018

"This is My Fight Song" - Self-Discovery


Vol 3 No 3

Last week, the blog focused on vulnerability and how it’s okay to be uncomfortable sometimes.   As a rule, I send the blog around to various folks, including Honors faculty.  One of them. Dave McGuire, responded with this:

[T]here is also a lot about self-discovery in Honors, how we each have huge tracts of dimly sensed, vast shrouded tracts of as-yet unknown, unrealized potential self that we sometimes yearn to plumb—also scary, perhaps—we might find things we did not expect, or that contradict or threaten the persona.

I love this idea of self-discovery as one of the characteristics of Honors.  It’s actually folded into the idea of reflection and how, in Honors, we try to focus on ourselves as learners in any context.  By doing so, we can break down the walls that separate one discipline from another and can help us transfer learning strategies from one class to another.  We also try to foster a sense of life-long learning – that we will never stop being curious, being exploratory, being passionate delvers into the world around us.  But perhaps one of the core aspects of this that is largely unstated is the fact that it’s not learning in the sense that we are acquiring knowledge.  It’s experiencing the world.  It’s understanding as much as we can.  It’s resisting the urge to fall into a resigned existence formed on habit and comfort.  Thoreau once said that “[t]he mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation” and this is the fate from which we would save as many as we can.  To do this – to experience the world with all its glory and its grimness – we must also understand ourselves.  Sometimes, looking inward is the hardest direct to look and doing so from the comfort of a supportive classroom or a gathering of fellow students can ease that process.

It is a classroom in which a student can comfortably refer to her own “gay little feminist heart” with no fear of reproach.

It is a reflective essay in which a student can realize that the wrong environment “can throw [her] so off kilter that [she] do[es] not have the mental capacity for anything other than mindlessly playing with [her] phone”

It’s a male student who realizes that a course that is solely about women “may not affect me directly but certainly matter to me greatly”.

It’s a student who comes to realize “[w]e are all motivated by not only our mental state, but our circumstance” and who feels comfortable discussing her own battles with mental illness in a class about women who face the same battles and make horrific choices as a result.

Last week, I was at a scholarship dinner with the recipient of an award and we happened to be seated at a table with the Provost of FLCC.  He asked her what it was about Honors that was so appealing to her and she immediately responded with “Honors is home.”  From there, she went into a lengthy description of what Honors courses, faculty, and students were like and her passion for it was no less than her passion for conversation about her major, her educational plans, and her desire to teach at a community college.  I’ve seen so many students come through Honors and have some powerful conversations about Tolkien, about Women Who Kill, about the power of memoir, about the beauty of literature, about the future of the world.  But I’ve seen just as many students share heart breaking and uplifting stories about who they are, where they’ve come from, what they are afraid of, and the very things that make them vulnerable.

Not that it is all the sort of thing that keeps me awake at night worrying, or gives me goose bumps as I listen.  Sometimes, it’s just a simple realization that they love a subject more than they thought.  Or that maybe math isn’t outside their skillset.  Or that writing papers doesn’t have to be a painful chore every time.  Even these little self-discoveries are worth savoring, for they may be a ripple in the pond that makes for big changes down the line.  Or maybe, it just made that student's Monday a little bit easier*.

Like a small boat
On the ocean
Sending big waves
Into motion
Like how a single word
Can make a heart open
I might only have one match
But I can make an explosion



 *Apologies for this late blog…I had some family issues that were pressing…and, as we all know, sometimes life happens when we are busy making plans.

Thursday, March 1, 2018

Enough is Enough


Vol. 2 No. 20

I am sad and I am angry.

Sometime during the week of February 26th, something happened on the FLCC Campus that indirectly connects with Honors and, quite frankly, goes against everything that Honors – and this college – stands for.  At least two posters for classes being taught this semester were defaced with profanity.  The posters were for HON 200 – Women Who Kill (taught by Drs. Merrill and Ross) and SOC 201 – Racial & Ethnic Minorities (taught by Dr. Whisman).   These two classes, taught by three accomplished and educated women, were targeted for acts of vandalism.

This is intolerable.

This college celebrates values that make no room for what amounts to hate language.  Honors celebrates these same values, along with reflection, curiosity, intellectual exploration and rigor, and strives to make a place for all students regardless of gender identity, sexual orientation, ethnicity, or even mental health.  There is no room for this kind of behavior.  This should not have happened.

We live in world that seems increasingly intolerant – but there are so many voices calling out for love, acceptance, and accountability.  So many voices celebrating people who have too long been silenced.  So many voices of bravery and courage – asking for change and celebrating difference.   #metoo.  The Parkland students.  Wakanda.  We need to have those voices here.  We need to stand up against hatred, bigotry, and intolerance.

This behavior will not change what we do in our class rooms.  It will not change our values or our mission.  It will not weaken our resolve to learn and teach, to explore and expand our minds.  If anything, it will galvanize our dedication to accepting and celebrating ALL students.

The holder of that pen has no right to so anonymously dismiss the reality of the world around them.  Their actions are hateful, cowardly, and we need to make it stop.

So, in this blog, I am asking you to join me in standing up for what so many of us believe in.  Speak out against hatred.  Push back against random graffiti that seems harmless, but is not.  Don’t laugh at jokes told at the expense of women and minorities.  Add your voice to those who are saying enough is enough.

This is OUR campus.  Our refuge, our home away from home.  So many find acceptance and love here and see this as a powerful place to forward their dreams and find their wings.  And they love it here.  We love it here.  We don’t need those few who tarnish that experience to have a voice like this.  We don’t need them to hide behind a pen that leaves hateful comments on posters that dare to focus on something other than the white male experience.  That is NOT our FLCC and we all need to work together to silence those voices and deafen their message with our own.

I, for one, am angry and ready to stand up against this kind of behavior.  It is not to be tolerated here – or anywhere.

Not on my watch.