It is the end of the first week of my last college term, and it has been eventful.
I went into IDS-401 Global Society knowing that this class was going to test every aspect of myself, and I was not let down. In the first week alone, we had to find several examples of globalization and pick one that grabbed us and then write how interdisciplinarity could be applied to it. Looking to the text was useless, because there is NOTHING about any of that within the book or resources.
If that wasn’t bad enough, then after two failed tries to define how it could work, my professor wanted me to define interdisciplinary research. At this point, I emailed my Advisor (who is leaving February 19), and asked her advice. After a short phone call, I emailed my professor and asked her what I could do to better understand this, because I am not failing this class in my last term because the instructor and I are having communication issues. This morning, I had an epiphany, and I wrote a stellar reply to her discussion question, which she later emailed me to say that I was on the right track.
For my final project, which will almost cover every week of the course with milestones, I have chosen to focus on the Syrian refugee crisis. I just need to keep my mind open, even though the mounting evidence that I am not creative-minded continues to grow.
My history class has been the exact opposite. We covered how the early English settlers and Native Americans (referred to as “Indians” in every single text) got along. I thank the countless movies I have seen for fueling my knowledge of the stark differences in viewpoints of the two different groups, and my neverending quest to watch movies that make me question why I torture myself (12 Years a Slave, The Pianist, Band of Brothers, Into the West, to name a few) for helping me become enraged in the words describing the natives from the Spanish and English.
And just for those out there who actually care, I currently have a 3.6 grade point average. For a person who had 1.5 GPAs in school, this is an achievement. When I told my mom last week with a happy smile, she looked nonplussed.
Mom-“What was your grade average before?”
Mom-“So, it went up a little bit?” I nod. “To be honest, I thought you were already pulling that.”
My mom, everyone. She’s proud on the inside, but outwardly, she thinks you were already at that point, so it wasn’t a big deal. Besides, she thinks my sister (who will be 24 next month) and I try too hard to have perfect GPAs. I just want to graduate with some type of Latin Honors, so I am working my tush off to maintain a 3.5 or higher.
That’s a little update for those who might have been curious.