Tag: education
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Hey, World: I Am Immigrant and I Graduated College
In the spring of 2012, I unpacked bags and sat on a bed I shared with my mother, a bed inside a room rented through a former friend in the Falls Church area. I had returned from my first year at a small liberal arts school, Simon’s Rock in Great Barrington, Massachusetts. I had returned…
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1,000 miles: step 68
Dear reader, We last left off with my anticipation for coming months. We pick up again with the same feelings, new experiences. Over the course of 2 weeks, I’ve said good-bye to my one and only wisdom tooth, money in the bank, and peace of mind. I’ve said hello to George Mason University after anxious…
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1,000 miles: step 42
I’ve been changing my mind. A lot. These days. I’ve always thought of myself as stubborn. That what I say I will do is the final word. It’s not. …. Lately, I’ve been wondering what I want to do with my college education. More specifically, what am I getting out of it? Is spending my…
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1,000 miles: step 39
My goal is to teach creative writing at the college level. I have several years to wait, but for the past year I’ve had the opportunity to tutor at my local library. For an hour, this teenager and a grown adult become student and teacher. Many of my “students,” are people who have never touched…
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an undergraduate struggle
Rarely do I admit this, but most of my undergraduate courses don’t inspire energy. On the contrary, they rob me of energy. For 4 semesters (and one more to go), I have gone through requirement courses: general education or transfer suggestions. In general, a community college student doesn’t have freewill when it comes to courses.…
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1,000 miles: step 19
From poet Chad Anderson’s “Like Math”: And I said, “Words, what are words when I love you like math?” And she said, “Like math, is that how you think you love me? You love me like….” I said, “I love you like math, Infinite and exact…” … Most days, the word hate isn’t in my…
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1,000 miles: step 14
Last night, watching las noticias, the news, via Univision, there was a segment that took my breath away. It was a brief report about the Residency Now campaign for Central Americans under the Temporary Protected Status. My heart started racing with that crazy flutter of wings from which hope learns to fly with. I am…
Claudia Rojas 