Entry 55: Farewell, College
May 31, 2020
This is my last post for this blog because this is my last week in the teaching program. Itās been 21 months of beautiful chaos where I met amazing people and have created lifelong friendships. While many of my classmates have expressed their sadness of graduating I havenāt felt sadness. I feel excited. It could be denial, but Iām ready for all of us to take the next step into our lives. We have worked hard to reach this final moment, but it does suck that we donāt get to be together in person for our hooding and graduation ceremony.
Anyways!
Letās move on shall we?
Iām supposed to reflect on which posts mean the most to me and itās hard to pick, since I accidentally did too many entries due to misinterpreting the assignment. However, I would say the post that mean the most to me right now is Entry 53 where I share my thoughts and feelings about police brutality against the Black and People of Color communities. These past few days have reminded me of the articles and books we read in the program about racism and hate crimes within society and how teachers have the power to help eradicate racism. Teachers have the power to teach empathy. Teachers have the power to humanize and address the issues that are happening within society.
I keep thinking back when I read: The Hate U Give by Angie Thomas, Warriors Donāt Cry by Melba Pattillo Beals, A Talk to Teachers by James Baldwin, So You Want to Talk About Race by Ijeoma Oluo, and so many other authors who challenged me to examine the legacies that have come before me and how these legacies have influenced the imbalance of power that exists today.
I think about Northwest Tap Connection and their performance of Hell You Talmbout:Ā https://vimeo.com/189088693Ā
I think about how art is used as social commentary and can be used to teach lessons to people. Art can be used to challenge people to examine their perspectives and how their perspectives were developed/influenced by their upbringing. I showed this video to my students in my student teaching in the fall and my students were able to educate each other about the names who were brought up in the video, and they taught me information about the victims I didnāt know. In return, I shared information about the victims they werenāt familiar with. What I have come to realize is that the some of names I was familiar with were those who died while I was growing up and the names my students knew were names of those who died while they were growing up. Names outside of our generations were names I learned about from my college classes --- I didnāt learn about them in the public education system. My students were able to learn about some of the victims from their teachers, their classmates, their families, and the media. It was radio silent for the most part when I was young --- before cell phone recordings and social media.
Now, I am entering a realm where news travels faster than anticipated before. I have the opportunity to continue teaching my students about social and cultural issues through art and literature, I can help them learn about themselves and their communities on their journey of developing empathy and becoming allies to each other.















