I was uncomfortable from the minute I walked into “Critical Thinking and Writing” at 5:25pm on a Monday–the first day of my college career. I was uncomfortable being in a new state, surrounded by new people who had new interests and perceptions of what was “in” and what wasn’t. I grew even more uncomfortable when my teacher was late and one of my classmates insisted we all get in a circle and chat. That was not me. I was also very intimidated by the idea of critically thinking and thinking for myself. I had become very good at keeping quiet and reading the classroom and then reiterating exactly what I knew the teacher wanted to hear on whatever assessment came up. In fact, if I was directly asked my thoughts on something I would mutter an “I don’t know” and quickly divert my attention. Critical Thinking and Writing? This was not my cup of tea, to say the least.
There’s this mentality in society that we are only mere blips in the world. As humans, on an individual basis, there’s this perception that what we say or do doesn’t matter in the large-scale. People think, ‘What difference could I possibly make?’ Sure, we may say that everyone matters and everyone is capable of greatness, but you only see that kind of stuff on movies and television shows. It isn’t real. These are fabrications made by people who know what the public wants to hear. We want to hear that everything is possible and the world is at our fingertips, but the reality is that the world kind of sucks.
Is It Really Organic?
When I was a kid, my mom’s biggest lessons towards me was “take responsibility for your actions.” As a stubborn kid, I was often breaking this rule, as I was determined to prove how nothing was my fault. Now a days, responsibility it pretty important. As a college student, taking responsibility means making sure that my homework, laundry, or whatever, gets done in a timely fashion. And just I try to take responsibility for myself, I expect others to do so.
Recently I watched the glowing Lupita Nyong’o practically leap up the steps of the stage to accept her Oscar for Best Supporting Actress. Nyong’o dressed in a Grecian pale blue gown, exuded pure happiness. This past year the Mexican raised Kenyan actress received much recognition for her role as Patsy in Steve McQueen’s Twelve Years A Slave. On the night of the Academy Awards not only did she have countless pictures taken of her as she strolled down the red carpet, she also was offered an opportunity to inspire others to achieve their dreams in her tearful acceptance speech. To the thousands of people out in the audience and the millions of others watching around the world, Lupita exclaimed: “When I look down on this golden statue, may it remind me and every little child that no matter where you’re from, your dreams are valid.” People like Lupita remind us that no matter what, if you try your hardest you have the possibility of finding true happiness. Continue reading And The Oscar Goes To… // Annie Underwood