All throughout high school I enjoyed the math and science side of education. I dreaded any type of English based class. I was never much of a writer and would get looks from teachers every week like I never even attempted to edit my papers. When in reality the mechanical side of writing has always been a huge struggle for me and it has always held me back from trying to expand my writing skills. When it came time for college, I found out that I was preregistered in a critical writing class. The first thoughts that rushed through my head were all about how screwed I was. I knew college courses would be more of a challenge and if I couldn’t succeed in high school, I would inevitably fail in college. I pictured the class to be filled with boring readings about some topic that I would have no interest in along with hours of research papers. Although eventually I found out that I was horribly incorrect. Continue reading A Blind Eye // Ethan Collins
Jim, Ryan, Olivia, Ethan and Cara
Every week high school students from around the country come to visit Santa Clara, and get a tour from one of the universities cheery, and bright-eyed tour guides who show the prospective students the beautiful and blooming campus, while highlighting the assets of California’s first higher education institution. Along the tour the timid high-schoolers and their parents get to see some of the main stops on campus, and usually end their visit with a meal in Benson. Santa Clara is a University that pride’s itself on its environmental practices, so when you go into places like the cafeteria you see options to throw your leftovers into not solely landfill, but compost and recycling too. So, when you have the option to throw away your trash into something other than solely the landfill, you feel good about yourself and your participation in the green movement, and contribution to a more “sustainable world.” Continue reading Talking Trash
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.
“Listening is an art that requires attention over talent, spirit over ego, others over self.” – Dean Jackson
We have a problem—our problem is that we don’t know how to listen wisely.
Every American in The United States of America, liked Thanksgiving a lot… but the PROF, well he just did not. He implanted their brains with knowledge. Who does such a thing at college? This is the story of how he stole Thanksgiving, he even does it for a living.
Ignorance or Lack of Awareness
Adam Pascal once said that “Ignorance is bliss, I wish I still had some.” Me too Adam. Me too. Thanks to my Critical Thinking and Writing Class (CTW), I have more awareness of myself and the world I live in than ever before. This awareness has ruined my favorite holiday, Thanksgiving.
Everyone says that his or her grandmother is the best cook. I am no different. My grandmother works magic in the kitchen. Growing up, Thanksgiving was my favorite holiday. It meant spending time with my extended family, who I rarely saw during the year. But more importantly it meant turkey and lasagna. My grandmother spent the entire day prepping Thanksgiving dinner by herself. She never asked for help because she didn’t need it nor did she want it. Thanksgiving was like her gift to my family. She liked to please us through food.
The first task assigned in my first English course at Santa Clara University was to define what it means to be human. Beyond varying physical features within our own species, our class made a general consensus that we, humans, are superior creatures, not because of our physical differences to that of other animals, but because of our higher intellectual capacities and psychological complexities. We are superior beings because we can critically analyze our world. We can combine our knowledge, experience, and emotion in order to make ethical decisions. However, the next question I pose is “do we?” Do we actually analyze our actions through moral lenses and change our ways when flaws are apparent? Too often we do not. Continue reading To Go Beyond // Rachel Duhe
Ignorance is defined as a lack of knowledge or information. Ignorance is everywhere, it is especially found within ourselves. Think about the last time you ate a meal. Imagine you had a hamburger and french fries. You probably ordered the meal because it looked appetizing, then the waiter brought the food to the table, and you ate it like you would any other meal, without any thought. Did you have any idea where that hamburger came from and how it got to your plate? Most people do not- ignorance. It seems harmless to be unaware of where your food comes from, but after researching the food industry for two quarters at Santa Clara University, I have determined otherwise. Continue reading Ignorance: The Opposite of Bliss// Marissa MacDonald