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I just finished my final for my favorite class of the semester. It wasn’t what I thought it was going to be, but I don’t care and I loved it and I’m hoping I’ll have another class that good some time in the near future. I’m hoping I can teach classes like it some day.
It’s weird, the two best classes I’ve taken have been education…this last one was Educational Issues in the Black Community. The first ed class I was in taught me a lot (my “lab” was working with first graders in Roxbury) but this one totally changed the way I look at the world. I know, it’s cliché, I don’t care. My professor was amazing and so were the other students. Wow. It was frustrating and awkward and tons of work, but I loved it even though I hated it.
I really hope everyone gets classes like this. If you aren’t, find one. I think it’s worth taking at least one ed class related to community as an elective at some point in college even if you don’t want to teach, just because some day you’re going to be a parent or an aunt or an uncle or something, and it’s going to help you to help that child (and their classmates) be the greatest. It also really helps to give you a new (more exciting) way to approach your own education. And it’s taught me more about society than any sociology, international relations, or politics class ever could.
“If you pick up a sword, you GOT to get CUT!”
“Bill Clinton? No. Boyfriend CANNOT play the saxophone.”
“This woman loved her some SERIOUS Bill Lowe. Why? I ate the SHIT out of her food!”
“I’m the baddest motherfucker in the universe!”
“How can you be nineteen years old in 2005 and NOT be in possession of marijuana?”
“I LOVE me some white people!”
“The Black people say the White people got all the stuff, and the White people say the Black people got all the stuff. The women say the men got all the stuff and the men say the women got all the stuff, meanwhile, three people are running off with everything!”
“When I see a ten year old kid lookin’ like he got a nine in his fannypack, I’m like ‘yo brotha, don’t do that!’”
“They knew all the names of the people in the towers real quick after they got attacked. We got two thousand babies still missing after a damn hurricane. How you gonna lose two thousand little babies unless you JUST DON’T CARE?”
“All these old people are fucked up and we gotta fix it!”
“The next one of you that asks me a question about the hard assed midterm paper…I’m gonna kick your ass! Just write it! Fucking… asking me for permission to be yourself!”
“Existential reality means that this is a red-ass book on a green-ass table!”
“Anyone who tells you what to do…you should be wary of them, because they are probably trying to oppress you.”
(Pee Ess, if you are at all interested in this kind of thing, check out “Teaching to Transgress” by bell hooks. She is great and so is this book, it talks a lot about everything that this course did. I have it and you’re welcome to borrow it if you like.)
It’s weird, the two best classes I’ve taken have been education…this last one was Educational Issues in the Black Community. The first ed class I was in taught me a lot (my “lab” was working with first graders in Roxbury) but this one totally changed the way I look at the world. I know, it’s cliché, I don’t care. My professor was amazing and so were the other students. Wow. It was frustrating and awkward and tons of work, but I loved it even though I hated it.
I really hope everyone gets classes like this. If you aren’t, find one. I think it’s worth taking at least one ed class related to community as an elective at some point in college even if you don’t want to teach, just because some day you’re going to be a parent or an aunt or an uncle or something, and it’s going to help you to help that child (and their classmates) be the greatest. It also really helps to give you a new (more exciting) way to approach your own education. And it’s taught me more about society than any sociology, international relations, or politics class ever could.
“If you pick up a sword, you GOT to get CUT!”
“Bill Clinton? No. Boyfriend CANNOT play the saxophone.”
“This woman loved her some SERIOUS Bill Lowe. Why? I ate the SHIT out of her food!”
“I’m the baddest motherfucker in the universe!”
“How can you be nineteen years old in 2005 and NOT be in possession of marijuana?”
“I LOVE me some white people!”
“The Black people say the White people got all the stuff, and the White people say the Black people got all the stuff. The women say the men got all the stuff and the men say the women got all the stuff, meanwhile, three people are running off with everything!”
“When I see a ten year old kid lookin’ like he got a nine in his fannypack, I’m like ‘yo brotha, don’t do that!’”
“They knew all the names of the people in the towers real quick after they got attacked. We got two thousand babies still missing after a damn hurricane. How you gonna lose two thousand little babies unless you JUST DON’T CARE?”
“All these old people are fucked up and we gotta fix it!”
“The next one of you that asks me a question about the hard assed midterm paper…I’m gonna kick your ass! Just write it! Fucking… asking me for permission to be yourself!”
“Existential reality means that this is a red-ass book on a green-ass table!”
“Anyone who tells you what to do…you should be wary of them, because they are probably trying to oppress you.”
(Pee Ess, if you are at all interested in this kind of thing, check out “Teaching to Transgress” by bell hooks. She is great and so is this book, it talks a lot about everything that this course did. I have it and you’re welcome to borrow it if you like.)