Reading this made me realize how education can impact me as a hispanic student. Growing up I always went to public or charter schools, so my classmates would always be hispanic, black, etc.. I never felt alone because I always shared a connection somehow with each student because of our cultural background. My teachers would sometimes be white, but I never paid attention because they were always so nice and understood their students. However, when I came to my first year in college at URI my perspective quickly changed about how the education environment made me feel. I went to all my classes and most of the time I was the only hispanic girl in my class apart from all the white students. I never felt comfortable talking to my white professor because I felt as if they would never understand or take time to help because the way they taught was always so stern. In one of my classes it hit me pretty hard how different I was because I always sat alone and the white girls in my class would just look at me with confusion. The white girls always somehow cliqued and when I tried it was as if they were talking to an alien. White privilege is very real and hard to overlook, but in a school where white people clearly have power it's hard to stand up for yourself and speak up when you know you're alone. It makes me think about how many teachers there might be in the world where they still show favoritism to white students instead of their colored students. Or how some professors might feel pity and show lack of respect for their students or lack of acknowledging about what type of students they teach. I would like to know since our class are the future educators, how would they interact with their students to make sure they won’t ever feel alone in who they are?
Reading “Aria” the author stated, “But my father was not shy, I realized, when I'd watch him speaking Spanish with relatives. Using Spanish, he was quickly effusive. Especially when talking with other men, his voice would spark and flicker. Rare was alive with sounds. In Spanish, he expressed ideas and feelings he rarely revealed in English. With firm Spanish sounds, he conveyed confidence and authority English would never allow him.”. It makes me angry that the nuns in her school came into their house to speak with her parents because they thought she wasn’t doing a good job speaking English just because she speaks Spanish with her parents. At first yes it was a great idea because her parents wanted what was best for their children and they helped by changing to speaking English. However, I know for a fact that not every Hispanic or Spanish-speaking family has an easy life. I know personally my dad went through a lot to try and give me a better future and he works in construction...
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ReplyDeleteReading this made me realize how education can impact me as a hispanic student. Growing up I always went to public or charter schools, so my classmates would always be hispanic, black, etc.. I never felt alone because I always shared a connection somehow with each student because of our cultural background. My teachers would sometimes be white, but I never paid attention because they were always so nice and understood their students. However, when I came to my first year in college at URI my perspective quickly changed about how the education environment made me feel. I went to all my classes and most of the time I was the only hispanic girl in my class apart from all the white students. I never felt comfortable talking to my white professor because I felt as if they would never understand or take time to help because the way they taught was always so stern. In one of my classes it hit me pretty hard how different I was because I always sat alone and the white girls in my class would just look at me with confusion. The white girls always somehow cliqued and when I tried it was as if they were talking to an alien. White privilege is very real and hard to overlook, but in a school where white people clearly have power it's hard to stand up for yourself and speak up when you know you're alone. It makes me think about how many teachers there might be in the world where they still show favoritism to white students instead of their colored students. Or how some professors might feel pity and show lack of respect for their students or lack of acknowledging about what type of students they teach. I would like to know since our class are the future educators, how would they interact with their students to make sure they won’t ever feel alone in who they are?