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?
I would like to connect to olivia's blog post because I agree with her saying that the author mentions how students who get in trouble more are considered as “bad students”, but in reality they are just more expressive and not every student has an easy time focusing for long periods of time. I know many kids are being punished for being forced to always listen to the teacher because they are the adult in the room and if they don’t listen then they get sent to the office or in some sort of time out. I remember in school when we had to read for about an hour and their was this one boy who couldn’t focus on reading so my teacher got sick and tired of dealing with him and sent him to read in another classroom by himself. I never thought much about it until I actually spoke with him and he mentioned how he hated going to another classroom while everyone else got to read together. It made me feel bad because instead of speaking with him and giving him a chance the teacher chose to place ...
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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?