Posted by: Lindsay on: November 16, 2011
Although I’ve written about this multiple times, I’ve been doing some heavy thinking lately. I figured I might as well get some of my thoughts on paper, so to speak.
With bleak job prospects for recent grads, spending fortunes on an undergraduate education seems less like a way out and more like a way to get into some serious debt. What are undergraduate programs doing to prepare their students for the “real world”? Many seem to just be pushing their students towards a higher degree because a bachelor’s degree simply doesn’t hold much stock in today’s world. For my personal program, I almost feel that the program should be separated from undergraduate & graduate education altogether and considered its own professional program. While general education courses are supposedly good tools to produce “well-rounded” individuals, I personally feel that they are a complete waste of time. Since most students take the same general education courses, professors have to downgrade information to the very basics. Nearly every general education course I’ve taken was a dumbed-down version of my high school (even middle school!) courses. Perhaps I came from a high school where more was expected of students. Regardless, pointless classes that might have the potential to give students a wealth of knowledge but fall far short of that goal are simply a waste of time and money. I honestly feel that half of my undergraduate career was spent “learning” useless “skills” that really won’t help me in my professional life or as an enlightened individual. I’m not devaluing a well-rounded education; that education should simply fulfill what it was set out to do. Courses emphasizing critical thinking, discussion, and scientific processes certainly have their merits. But when a basic biology course gets downgraded to the content of a seventh grade classroom, is there a point?
Skills. We’re supposed to come out of college with not only a piece of paper declaring our competence in a particular discipline, but also a set of skills that can be generalized throughout our personal and professional lives. From my experience at a state university, these skills are few and far between when it comes to non-major related courses. And while career resources are located on campus, they are not integrated with the basic curricula. Perhaps these higher-order skills (e.g., critical thinking) should be combined with something more practical, such as interview skills. Maybe universities, instead of requiring “good citizen” courses, should focus on imparting valuable information that will give their students an edge on the job market. Learn how to effectively write a resumé, how to make professional connections, and how to look good for a job interview. Professional Skills could be its own course. Of course, this, like gen eds, has the potential to fail in the hands of incompetent instructors.
I don’t have any statistics here, but it seems that many jobs are found through connections and networking. Family members, friends, student organizations, and other groups all connect students with job opportunities. Unfortunately, the typical “good student” immersed in academia doesn’t always have these connections to the real world. Granted, some of these students will want to remain in academia, where they feel comfortable. But others have career goals beyond academia, but have few tools to reach out. Social skills and networking are skills that can be taught as much as any other skill. People who have connections get jobs. It’s as simple as that. But when you don’t have connections, what are your options?
Posted by: Lindsay on: October 28, 2011
I like lists. I like bullet points and organization. While this might not be apparent if you’ve ever seen my room, I need to have a sense of order in my life. I have to know what lies ahead; I must be prepared. Unfortunately, the road to graduate school is a dark and scary one, like one of those VERY country roads where apparently it’s just to inconvenient to alleviate the inundating bleakness.
I can’t decide which part of the country to look at, much less what school to actually attend. Many factors all have to be considered, and finances is definitely a big part of that. While I know UK is a safe bet, I would rather attend a university with a stronger reputation for Speech-Language Pathology. Unfortunately, these universities are either far away (University of Texas at Austin) or incredibly expensive and competitive (Vanderbilt). I’m about to give up on the Vanderbilt dream and stick within a safer range. I know my scores will be competitive at most universities, but scholarship/assistantship money is a big deal. And when it comes to grad school, I’m just average. I don’t have a pimped out resumé with hundreds of hours of volunteering plus years of work experience in the field. I’m not in dozens of student organizations. Academically, I’m pretty much set. But when it comes to extracurriculars, I’m sadly lacking.
And then there’s the nasty three letter word. Or acronym, rather. The GRE. The ACT and the SAT freaked me out in high school, but that was nothing compared to how nervous I get just thinking about the GRE. I haven’t had a legitimate math class in over two years at this point. How am I supposed to spit out high school algebra and geometry on a standardized test? I need to study NOW. Except the immediacy of my classes keeps me from having a substantial amount of time to devote to a test in the indeterminate future.
Perhaps I need to learn how to relax a bit and just let events happen as they happen. Stop trying to detail my life in a bullet point list. Maybe I don’t need to be completely prepared; maybe I don’t need to know how everything will turn out.
Posted by: Lindsay on: September 30, 2011
Posted by: Lindsay on: August 16, 2011
Human capacities are incredible. Somehow our bodies can relay a tremendous amount of information to our brains, which then separate the incoming stimuli into what’s important and what doesn’t need attention. We focus on certain things at certain times, then let stimuli fade into the background when we move our attention elsewhere.
Tick. Tick. Tick. There’s hardly a tock. But the new clock in my room kept me up all night with its incessant noise. However, now that I’m attempting to DO something, the ticking fades into the background. I can only hear it when I really listen for it. Instead, I hear the voices of my new roommates, music thudding in the room next to me, and the noise of my own fingers hitting the keys of my laptop.
I came back to Lexington on Thursday of last week and have been acclimating back to apartment life since then. The pool is certainly a nice addition, and I have time to relax and catch up on reading. No work, no school, no worries. Okay, that’s a lie. I can always find something to stress about, whether real or imagined. I’ve been trying to relax more and let life come at its own pace, but it’s a daily struggle with my own worries.
I finally quit my job, which is a relief. Obviously, I’ll undertake new stress once I start the hunt for a new one, but that old one needed to go. No other major life changes so far. Next week I have orientation for my program in communication sciences & disorders, so maybe something will come from that. Apparently I have to be completely vaccinated (although, I will have no patient contact any time soon. The only CD class I’m taking is Anatomy & Physiology of Speech & Hearing), as well as get a background check. I’m not sure what that’s all about, but whatever. Just another fee added on to the college expense. Sigh.
And now silence reigns in the apartment. Tick. Tick. Tick. And the click of the keys. I don’t know whether to relax and take advantage of the quiet or simply waste more time in front of this screen. But for now, my thoughts run dry, so I’ll leave the typing for another day.
Posted by: Lindsay on: May 26, 2011
I decided to take a mini vacation in Lexington before resuming full-time work for the summer. The apartment feels pretty empty without all four of the roommates constantly coming in and out, usually to or from a Kroger run for dessert ingredients. I’ve been feeling pretty down lately, so last night, I did the best relaxation therapy I know how to do: baking.
I have to say, these are some of the most delicious brownies I’ve ever tasted. Perfectly gooey and soft, even the corner pieces hold delight for my taste buds. This definitely makes me want to try more of the Ghirardelli brownie mixes; I’m already a huge fan of the chocolate.
Posted by: Lindsay on: May 21, 2011
Jaded. Such an interesting word. Until just now, I had never looked up its meaning. It always held a cynical air to me, like a world-weary old friend. I’m afraid that’s what I’m becoming. I’m turning into this skeptic, a disbeliever in all things sacred and pure. The world has lost its color; now it merely blends into all shades of gray. Innocence has gone missing.
But still, there’s some lingering magic in the word. Jaded. Reminiscent of a jewel. It has a little bit of class to it, as if the jaded individual is somehow more knowledgeable and more experienced than the average person. But who wants to be jaded? Who wants to be tired and cynical, wandering through a life deprived of pleasure?
Posted by: Lindsay on: May 14, 2011
My boyfriend leaves for California tomorrow, where he’ll be staying for three months. Needless to say, I’m not terribly thrilled to be left festering in the Bluegrass State. I’m incredibly happy for him, and he definitely deserves it. I just wish the same opportunities were open for me, too. (Yes, I know I’m turning green.)
So here I am, back at home for the summer, trying to find a second job to supplement the meager wages from the job I’ve worked at for nearly four excruciating years. I’ve heard much about people losing their jobs or getting reprimanded over opinions voiced via internet, so I’m not naming any names or anything here. All I’m saying is that I wish I’d get paid more than $0.18 over minimum wage after 3.5 years of work where I actually do more than stare blankly at the floor wasting time.
I need to pick up a hobby, fast. I doubt I’ll be able to find a second job when I need so much vacation time off and can only work for the summer. So more than likely, I’ll be bored when I’m not at work. Blogging is a bit of a hobby, but really not enough to keep me entertained. Perhaps I’ll really get into photography, or start exercising like I’ve always meant to.
I miss the old day, when summer meant freedom and no worries. When summer meant swimming pools, tank tops, and bare feet. Now all summer means is boredom, loneliness, and exhaustion.
Posted by: Lindsay on: May 11, 2011
Today, I said good-bye to my wisdom teeth. Like many people, I absolutely hate doctors, hospitals, needles, and anything that smells like sterile surgical utensils; so throwing me into a room with three medical professionals, a medical tray, a heart monitor, and an oxygen mask was almost enough to make my blood pressure skyrocket. Every beep of my irregular heartbeat threw my breathing into a new frenzy. Honestly, if I hadn’t been put under for the entire procedure, I probably would have passed out anyway. I woke up with no sense of time and a fuzzy memory, but managed to stand up and navigate myself into the waiting room while my mother came back for the debriefing. The nurse mostly talked to her, because I “wouldn’t remember most of what [she] said.” And while I definitely remember her saying that, I don’t remember much else (which is probably more due to my poor memory than any drug influence). We then stumbled out to the car with mother panicking most of the way, despite my insistence that I was fine, just a little unsteady. I made it home with no incidents, just a slight ache in the now toothless hole where either #1, 16, 17, or 32 previously resided. I have been consistently taking my medication, but it hasn’t really helped me sleep. My one-hour nap is pretty typical, regardless of any surgical procedure. The most aggravating part of this whole operation is the lack of solid food. I’m a huge fan of meat and pasta and anything that actually requires chewing. My steady diet of milkshakes, applesauce, and jello just isn’t cutting it. My stomach is already irritated with me because of the medication (and well, let’s face it, I’ve swallowed a lot of blood); the lack of real food is adding insult to injury. Hopefully tomorrow will be a little less…hungry.
Posted by: Lindsay on: May 2, 2011
I feel like I’m constantly battling willful ignorance. Some people just don’t want to use the intelligence God gave them. Good grief people, please, for heaven’s sake, think for yourself. Don’t believe everything you hear; you have those “evolved” parts of your brain for a reason! If you just willingly go along with anything somebody tells you, just continue in your ways of thinking without knowing why, you’re participating in willful ignorance. There is nothing wrong with listening to a good argument; in fact, listening to somebody else make a counterpoint can help you shape an EDUCATED opinion. Why just discount everything that doesn’t already agree with what you think?
Posted by: Lindsay on: April 26, 2011
Recently in my Education in American Culture class, we’ve been discussing educational inequality. I grew up in a middle class family that put education as a priority. My family was also religious, and the public schools in many of the districts where we lived were sub-standard. Accordingly, I was placed in a private, Christian school and stayed in my private school bubble until I graduated from high school in 2009. I knew that the high schools my neighbors attended were sometimes rough and a little ghetto, but I never thought that their education may have suffered from conditions beyond their control. Granted, my neighborhood was hardly inner-city Chicago or the Bronx in NYC, but there was still educational inequality. In fact, if you followed any of the school district dilemmas in Kentucky, you’d have heard about the recent turmoil in Louisville over busing and racial discrimination. Yes, we are in the United States, where everyone is supposed to be given an equal opportunity to succeed, starting in the public schools. Yes, we are in the year 2011. And yes, educational inequality still plagues our nation’s children today.
The main text that sparked such indignation in me was Kozol’s The Shame of the Nation. It’s an incredibly moving book which divulges intimate details regarding the state of many of our public schools, which are underfunded, hazardous, and stunting the growth of America’s future. Obviously, this isn’t always the case. I’m not even saying that most or half of our public schools are failing; all I’m saying is that there is extreme inequality. The children from wealthier neighborhoods attend better funded schools, while the poorest children are left with the least funding and the worst educational experience. Whoever says money doesn’t matter when it comes to education is willfully ignorant. There is a reason families will sacrifice everything to send their children to more expensive, yet “better” schools. There is a reason that primary education facilities, as well as universities, have a price that goes along with a good reputation.
America prides itself on the idea that anybody can do anything with his or her life; the individual has the power to climb the social ladder and achieve greatness by the work of his or her own hands. But not everybody starts on an even playing field. I, personally, want to impact this. Children should not be placed at a disadvantage because of how much money their parents make, or because of where they live. Children can’t change what they were born into. I want to continue this discussion later, but as it’s getting late, I’ll wrap things up for now. Kozol’s book made me look at education in a new light. Schools are not merely daycares. They provide access to higher education, jobs, and social skills. But when we keep the best schools for the rich, and the poorest schools for the poor, we simply make our own caste system where our children must fight against the odds in order to achieve anything for themselves. Our underfunded schools have become a breeding ground for poverty and missed opportunities, instead of an uplifting environment that can and does expect success from each student.
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