What You Leave Behind

I was reading through the blogs on Critical Writers and Amanda’s blog post caught my attention; in her post she discussed the senior class and how they are leaving soon. That got me thinking about the seniors in my life; the only seniors that I know are the ones on my Cross Country and Track teams and they have made a huge impression on my life. I have learned so much from them and have gotten advice, support, encouragement from them. They do so many things for the team such as, help freshman register for classes, host team pasta parties, encourage an inclusive and accepting environment, open their houses up to people going through difficult times, and so much more.

Amanda’s post and thinking about the senior class furthermore reminded of the quote “the only thing you take with you when your gone is what you leave behind.” This quote is a bit scary, but I find it to be very true. While yes, our grades are important and we should put school first, when the seniors, and all of us, graduate what I personally think will matter most is whether we made some difference, in the school or the lives of others. Geneseo’s Mission Statement and GLOBE both urge the importance of experience outside of solely academic domains; “Broad and Specialized Knowledge” specifically desires students to “investigate domains beyond their professional interests.” This urges students to become involved in extracurricular activities and try to make an impact on the school and other people. The impact that seniors have left on my life, and the lives of countless others, is what they will leave behind here. Continue reading “What You Leave Behind”

Renewed Perspectives

Every year I’m reminded that spring is a time of “reflection and renewal.” Typically, I dismiss this prompt in the midst of my chaotic life. As the academic year comes to a close, however, I’ve decided to look back over the past several months. First, I thought back to our reflection discussions at the beginning of the semester, and revisited the GLOBE document.

GLOBE states “reflection” as one of its learning outcomes for Geneseo students. It lists its own definition of the outcome: “To reflect upon changes in learning and outlook over time; to make personal, professional, and civic plans based on that self-reflection.” While reading this definition, it occured to me that I had already practiced this learning outcome many times within my first year here at Geneseo.

My brother Michael graduated from Geneseo last year, majoring in economics and minoring in math. His subject areas “gave answers,” as he would say. There is logic, clarity, and certainty to be found in algebraic equations, graphs, and market statistics. My eldest brother Matt, on the other hand, graduated in 2010 as a French and art history double major. I had always struggled to understand this decision. Life is full of questions and uncertainty; why, I wondered, would he pursue subjects that seemed to provide no solace to such burdens? There was no “answer” to an artists intention, nor cultural and linguistic conceptions. It is argumentative, opinionated, even political. And, consequently, it’s extremely difficult to excel in those fields.   

Through further self-reflection, I realized how INTD has certainly challenged my outlook on his choice. Continue reading “Renewed Perspectives”

Who Knew Stats Could be Profound?

Yesterday I was reading my statistics textbook and came across a quote. I often overlook the little blurbs of speech, but happened to read this one. I was pleasantly surprised at the lack of statistical jargon, and even more surprised that my statistics textbook got me thinking deeply about life. The quote was… 

Grown-ups love figures. When you tell them you have made a new friend, they never ask you any questions about essential matters. They never say to you, “What does his voice sound like? What games does he love best? Does he collect butterflies?” Instead they demand: “How old is he? How many brothers has he? How much does he weigh? How much does his father make?” Only from these figures do they think they have learned anything about him

-Saint Exupery

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My viewpoint as a first generation, low-income and minority student

While reviewing The Power of Realistic Expectations last class, I decided to make my stance as part of the group of students the article talks about: first generation, low income and minority students. I am not technically a first generation student because my parents did attend college, but in my home country, Cuba. My dad went to university and received a bachelor’s degree whereas my mom went to what could be called Community College according to U.S. standards. Given that in order to be considered a first generation student in the United States my parents would have to have earned a bachelor’s degree within U.S. territory, I am a first generation college student in this country. I am also categorized as a low income student because my single parenthood household income falls below the state average of a family of three. A minority student is another characteristic that distinguishes me from others because I am Hispanic. My first post contains more information about my background for further details.

Transitioning from high school to college or university is not easy for all students, but it is in fact harder for first generation, low-income and minority students than for other groups as stated by Ian Chipman in his articleComing into college as a member of these underrepresented groups has made me become one of the many students in these groups who face feelings of belonging socially and intellectually in the college setting. The fact that Geneseo is a prominently white college does not make things easier. I currently live in the 4th floor of Seneca Hall and there is not much diversity. Out of the 18 students currently residing in my floor, 16 are white, leaving me and my African American RA as the diversity. I have also noticed that this is the case in the majority of my classes. I believe that Geneseo could do better in integrating more diverse students to the school because Geneseo is a great school for everyone, despite their racial background. What I am trying to say is that many minority students might feel unwelcome or out of place if they do not see other faces with similar characteristics to theirs. I confess to feeling this way last semester because I was not accustomed to seeing so many people different to me since I was coming from a high school with 96 percent minority students. 

Although I always tell myself to go and hang out with people from different backgrounds like my floor mates, I tend to be shy and let my feelings of insecurity overcome me. That is why I always fall back to my friends who are none other than Hispanics for the most part, with whom I feel more comfortable. The language barrier is another factor that stops me and many other underrepresented individuals as well from breaking the insecurity barrier that is keeping us away from letting ourselves effectively interact with other groups of people. I still do not feel confident enough with my English level to act the same way I would with a Spanish speaking individual. I am aware that sometimes I have to get out of my comfort zone and most of the times that I do it is because it involves class or something that requires me to actively communicate. It is not common for me to form a conversation with a stranger or someone that I have not had a normal conversation with before. This happens to me in both languages because I am a relatively shy and quiet person, but I do admit that it happens a lot more often in English than in Spanish.

I have also been struggling academically, not to the point where I am on academic probation like the students Rob Urstein was experimenting with, but to the point where my 13 year old self who would cry if she did not receive 100 in everything  would not be proud of. Well, today I would tell the me of 6 years ago that back then I did not know all the struggles that I would be going through later on and that life is not easy. At that age I would not even have dreamed of being in the United States, so I should be proud of myself for just being here. I also had no idea of what college was eventually going to be like because my parents did not attend college in this country, therefore college as well as high school in the U.S. was, is a completely new experience to me. But no matter how hard it is I plan on making it worth it.

My transition into college has not been the best as the one of the students in the experiment. However, that does not mean that every first generation, low-income and minority student goes through the same struggles I or the nearly 10,000 incoming freshmen of Stanford University that participated in the experiment have been or went through because regardless of having similar backgrounds, we are all different.

Processing the Writing Process

Working with Beth on the rewrite of my “Bloodchild” essay has taught me some valuable lessons on the writing process and on my own habits as a writer. My first instinct whenever I get a writing assignment is to think about it briefly, assume that I don’t have anything to say that could spawn a good essay, and then avoid it until the last possible minute. I put it off so long that I don’t give myself time to start with a small idea and follow it to a conclusion that can lead me to longer essay. My original “Bloodchild” essay started the same way, as did the rewrite. I didn’t have an idea for an entire essay right off the bat, so I got stuck and avoided it. When I met with Beth, we discussed the small ideas I did have, and she helped me unpack them. Going through that process allowed me to nurture those ideas and continue to expand on them, which did lead me to an idea for an essay. I don’t have more ideas now than I did before, but by allowing myself time to think through those ideas, I was able to develop them into an essay and realize that they were more sophisticated then they first appeared. This has been a valuable learning experience for me, and has taught me that I need to allow myself time to go through that process.

Collaborative Writing: A Lesson in Confidence

I have always been very shy, and it has been hard for me to work up the courage to speak up in discussion based classes. This class was no exception, so when I realized that collaborative writing was a substantial part of the course, it sounded like my worst nightmare. And it felt like that when we started our collaborative writing. However, as we continued writing collaboratively more and more, I became much more confident and comfortable sharing my ideas. By the second or third day of collaborative writing, I was speaking up a lot, to the surprise of even myself. I wasn’t just agreeing with other people’s ideas anymore, I was voicing my own opinions. It was scary at first, but I realized that as I let myself take those risks, the process was much more rewarding. That realization was kind of an “oh, duh” moment for me—this class is about the risks and rewards of academic partnerships, and of course this collaborative writing project is an academic partnership, and of course that partnership will be filled with risks and rewards. I didn’t realize that until I let myself really participate in the partnership of collaborative writing, but that realization completely changed my view of collaborative writing and it is no longer something I dread.

An Abundance of Frustration

After reading through some of my classmates most recent blog posts in search for an idea to bounce off of (They Say/ I Say) a fellow classmate, Roisin,wrote a post that I couldn’t have related to more. In her post, “The Dreaded Essay Rewrite,” she questioned why it was so hard for her to rewrite her Bloodchild essay, even though she is a dedicated and hardworking student. Unfortunately, I fall into the same boat. Continue reading “An Abundance of Frustration”

Through Experiences We Gain Knowledge

Being a quadruplet is both rewarding and challenging. Most people don’t have a full understanding of the connection multiples share. When one does not experience something first hand like being a parent of or being a quadruplet or sibling of a quadruplet, they have difficulty comprehending. My situation is particularly unique because not only am I a quadruplet, but an identical twin as well. Some perceptions of being a multiple is of fascination. They wonder how we relate, communicate and grow. My first year of college has been the first time in 18 years that my siblings and I have been separated; hence causing separation anxiety. I have had to learn to become more independent without the support of my siblings daily. Our relationships have since grown stronger and as I continue to mature, we now have built a closer unit. I now appreciate the time I get to spend with them during school breaks.

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(Good?) Expectations

“Put it into Laura’s voice,” Dr. McCoy reminded me after I asked her to read the introduction of my “Bloodchild” essay.

My voice? The suggestion sent me waves of confusion, doubt, and to be quite honest, a slight bit of annoyance. I am not an English major, I do not enjoy writing papers, and I certainly do not believe I have a “voice.” Not one worth hearing, anyway.

My cynicism prevailed until I read Roisin’s recent blog post, “The Dreaded Essay Rewrite.” She seemed to comprise some of my own “dreadful” thoughts into a simple quote. She states, “I am intellectually curious, I want to grow and achieve as a student, I want to problem-solve, and I want to be passionate and spirited in my pursuit of education. So why is it so hard for me to revise my essay if rewriting is exactly the type of process that will help me reflect, grow, and achieve?”

It is frustrating, to say the least, that something that used to be a simple revision process is now an anxiety-causing, cumbersome one. In class, we often discuss how we as students have grown accustomed to our trusted high school essay template. There is an intro, with a thesis. Two or three body paragraphs, each beginning with an argument statement. Quote, unpack, quote, unpack. Over and over. Why, I wonder, would I need my own “voice” to make the same exact claims? After some thinkING, I found some clarity in our expectations as students. Continue reading “(Good?) Expectations”