This morning, I turned on my favorite news channel and became livid. It wasn’t the usual anxiety-inducing conversations of late. It was worse to me because it was an attack on the one thing that is guaranteed to aggrandize communities of color, communities in poverty, and communities encountering violence: college.
I became angry because there are a few misconceptions about college and hiring that are exacerbated in this piece:
I was recently struck by a blog post from Antero Garcia:
You don’t do school when you are sick. You heal.
When a school community is rocked by a natural disaster — an earthquake, a wildfire, a tornado–we don’t send students to Google classroom and we don’t ask teachers to prepare for distance education models. We heal.
We can pretend to “do” school online for the coming weeks and months. We can force teachers to do this work in ways we have not adequately prepared them for. We can make students go through the rote exercises of pretending to…
If you parent a high school or college student or you are a high school or college student, you are probably wondering how the coronavirus might impact your college admissions decisions and college life. Here’s a quick list of the things that may be impacted and how you want to address them.
Coronavirus and College: Five Things to Look Out For
Taking the SAT: You may have already heard from the College Board about a relocation plan. That’s great! Don’t increase your test anxiety by worrying about who has what at the test center.
The one thing you might want…
Recently the Hechinger Report published “The universities that enroll more poor students have less financial aid to give,” detailing the disparities in funding at public flagship universities compared to their counterparts. The piece lists a number of interesting data points, including:
For both of…
Yesterday, I was feeling ill but needed to go to work anyway. I thought that a nice cup of coffee from one of my favorite places would be a perfect way to start the day and make me feel better.
When I walked into the coffee shop, there were people at the counter but no one was in a line. I stood between the two registers, thinking that would be a likely place to start a line. In a few moments, three other people arrived, one standing to my left and two others behind me.
When the first register became…
I think one of the core societal issues we grapple with is what is a crime and how that correlates to punishment.
The news has daily discussions about the crimes that the president has committed or is being investigated for committing.
Yet he has yet to receive a consequence for any of them. We can’t even seem to agree on whether he is being impeached or not.
While I have no other place of agreement with the president, I must admit that if we were using punishment as a basis to determine the severity of a crime, well…
I wasn’t surprised to see all of the news reports of wealthy parents getting caught gaming the college admissions system. I was pleasantly surprised to see the number of messages I received asking me to weigh in on the controversy. I must be doing something right because they were asking me as someone who does the same work but who is also pretty vocal about the inequities in the system, how wealth has impacted it in terrible ways, and trying to provide meaningful solutions. The headlines today fit pretty squarely with what I am against.
I am the founder of…
When I was in college, it was never a question of how long it would take me to graduate: four years or less. My friends, who were also on scholarship, had the same mentality. During finals, we would give each other a head nod when we spotted each other in the library: “You got this? Four years or less?”
“Four years or less.”
My cousin who is a few years older than me, attended a public university in California.
Around that four year mark for her, we had a conversation: “I don’t think I’m done learning yet. I think I’ll…
Way before talk of a wall, my aunt traveled across the border with a paid coyote. She was Black, dark enough to fit outside the norms of Latino identity. If ever that was a benefit, it was at the border. But her sons looked more mestizo so they were tucked in a compartment beneath the backseat. They were driven to San Diego where they met her brother. Some twenty years later, their citizenship applications were finally completed. That was the somewhat norm of experiences of my family and other migrants from Nicaragua in the 1980s and 90s.
When I think…