Dreaming

At some point this weekend the president's words about DACA, and all the accompanying news coverage flashed across a screen.  I'm not sure how I reacted- I think I swore, I might have screamed, I might have cried. Whatever my response, it was enough to bring Sage the Cat flying to engulf me in a furry kitten-bear hug. 

There are students all over this country who were already living in limbo whose lives have become infinitely more precarious. Human beings who are being used as pawns in political posturing. I teach 120 students at the most diverse campus in the Minnesota State Colleges & Universities (MNSCU) system, the most affordable public university system in the state. It's not a question of if my students are affected, it's a question of which of my students are affected. These kids- who are bright, excited, terrified, stressed out, disorganized, full of hopes for the future- how am I supposed to teach them when they're worried about being deported?

Thankfully, the Minnesota Dream Act (aka Minnesota Prosperity Act) is still intact, and will not be affected by changes in federal policy.   I'm a big believer in Ring Theory (Comfort in, dump out) , and it's not my place to do a whole lot of complaining here. I *will* write my representatives, I will tweet about DACA, I will do everything I can to spread information about the rights of DACA recipients. I will also show up to class this week, and every week, attempting to keep things predictable and consistent, offering what stability I can in a crazy world. I will give my best to my students and my colleagues at all times, and hope that somehow, it is enough.
-charis

Home

A little while ago, the University of South Carolina's Facebook page posted a video that's resonated with me in a way that no other university promotion materials ever have (link).  It's that "Welcome home" at the end, I think.

I remember my very first day at USC, the way the crisp January air and the old trees welcomed me out after my intro to health promotion course. But it wasn't just the red bricks and the squirrels around the Horseshoe...it was that I finally had found my people. My bachelor's degree was in biology, from a small liberal arts school that didn't have a lot of options. I'd moved on from there to an internship in molecular toxicology, all the while wishing that I knew how to connect my interests in natural science to my interest in community. I wanted, desperately, to see how all that fascinating science actually affected people. I wrestled with next steps, tried to find volunteer opportunities and ways to dabble in community work on the side. Finally, a researcher in the lab next to mine asked if I'd ever considered going into public health fulltime. It was like a door swung open, and about six months later I was accepted into USC's MPH program.

And finally, I was home. Here were people who cared about science and also the nuances of how that science changes people's lives. As I get ready for my first semester at Minnesota State, I keep coming back to that feeling. Who will my students be? And for those whose home is in health promotion, how can I help them find their way there faster than I did?

-charis