Mary's Oaxaca Service-Learning Blog

2006-07-01T15:29:00.000-05:00

The question has been raised, what value is there in learning by study abroad courses. The best possible way to address the question is by comparison. The only comparison I am cable of making is that with my learning by reading, testing, listening, videos, surfing the net, research, memorizing, countless hours in labs and in tutoring.

I do enjoy classroom settings and have not enrolled in any internet courses, mostly due to the fact, that I am a visual and hands on learner. Yes, study abroad is an excellent avenue for learning.

I acknowledge the fact that I have had excellent professors, at Palo Alto College, however, first hand experiences is on a unique level of learning.

You can tell me or I can experience.

For my first study-abroad course, all of my senses were engaged which transformed learned print into learned smells, sounds, sights, tastes and touches.

The stay in Oaxaca provided a concentrated lesson on world economics and politics, and the appreciated facts of poverty. No amount of time spent in lecture can supersede the experience. Ask me, I know, I experienced it, I was there. The brief stay alerted me to events that directly affect anyone concerned about personal pocketbooks and human rights.

The study abroad to Oaxaca, offered enlightenment to the smallest of details as well. I do not believe I would have discovered the fruit guanabana, http://www.tropico2000.com/guanabana.htm, for that matter, drink the juice of it. Also my Spanish teachers would be proud of my attempts, (ok), to converse. The degree plan, as a History Major, allows for two more semesters of Spanish.

Yes, most definitely, I would recommend the study abroad program to anyone. The determining factors for me were the costs involved and the time spent away from home and obligations.

Tomorrow the Presidential elections for Mexico will take place. It will be interesting to see the outcome.

2006-06-26T20:02:00.000-05:00

Seeded in the heart of the west side of San Antonio, is Lanier High School, where 99% of the enrolled are of Latino descent. My first ever visit to the School, was an eye-opener and a heartfelt learning experience.

Mr. Orlando Lizcano, who happens to be Melanie’s daddy, greeted us with “Welcome Home.” Initially, I assumed he was making reference to our Oaxaca return trip. He explained that this was the “House”, Home to the teaching staff and students of the Career Technology Department. Mr. Lizcano for 19 years has directed the department of 15 programs such as Automotive, Criminal Justice and Building Traits. However, his students are aware that his position extends to surrogate Father. Here, Mr. Lizcano and his staff implement basic life skills into the curriculum.

When a Lanier High School student enrolls in one of the programs, they receive lessons on mannerism, table etiquettes, appropriate dress, communication skills and how hickeys are negative connotations. Girls are given special instruction on how to be “young ladies.” By the end of the year, the students have made a visible change.

Ms. Tamara Ford a retired San Antonio Police officer instructs the Criminal Justice curriculum. The no nonsense, shoot from the hip style she projects works. When a student arrives late to class, pushups are required. She said, “Nobody is going to baby you.”

Ms. Ford applies inventive techniques to reaching the students, many who are classified at risk. First there must be an understanding of the Hispanic cultural, recognize academic potential and the social and psychological mindsets of the young students. Most importantly, she plants in their minds: be determined to succeed and it is ok to set goals.

Mr. Mike Lizcano, yes he is the son of Mr. Orlando Lizcano, oversees the Building Traits curriculum. He enlightened us with a technique he uses to “get to know the student.” On the first day of class, the lights will be turned off and the students are to close their eyes and meditate on the positives and then the negatives of their lives. Mr. Lizcano then asks them to write them down. Sadly, many have unthinkable events to share with him, but he believes it is imperative to understand their positions. Many of the students come to school and use it as a dumping ground, for their troubles. Many do not come from a “Leave it to Beaver” home environment. When one student is in need, the group comes together in a round table discussion. The kids respond and rise up to the occasion-for they are “family.”

The fastest way to make me cry, is to witness someone else tear up. Mr. Mike Lizcano is a big guy with a heart to match. He discussed the difference between Mexican National and Mexican American students enrolled at Lanier and stressed the importance to appreciate the different cultures. When Mr. Lizcano shared the story of one of his former Mexican National students, Beto, is when my eyes reacted. The young man was required to return to Mexico and go to work. Even though Beto did not want to, he wished he could have stayed to finish his education. Unfortunately, Mr. Lizcano received word that Beto lost his life working in an unstable Mexican mining shaft.

Lanier High School is not immune to District politics, the Career Technology Department had been treated like the “step-child.” Mr. Orlando Lizcano has a budget of $11,000.00 for the 15 different programs with lots of restrictions attached. As Mr. Lizcano said, “Do the math.”

The teaching staff treated our hungry group to some really good breakfast tacos and choice of drinks-Muchas gracias. Especially for your time and for sharing how your successful programs are working and making a positive difference.

Our next stop sent the hurried group around the corner and down the street to 1426 El Paso Street the head quarters to the American Indians in Texas Spanish Colonial Missions, where the Rites of Passage Program operates. In the small colorful transformed home to office we found Ms. Diana Morales who shared with us what the Passage Program is about.

The Program targets males 12-21 who are fathers or at risk of becoming fathers. The mission is to provide them with a model on accepting the responsibilities of man-hood; many have no father figure in their lives.

The program encourages discovering and preserving the young men’s indigenous past and implements native arts and crafts such as creating dream catchers and by using sticks and yarn to create eyes of God. The finished art resembles a colorful patterned square.

Ms. Morales said that a big part of their services include counseling that is available at no cost. Under project base learning, to help satisfy their emotional need.

I was happy to hear that a service such as this exists. So many times babies having babies often result in child abuse and worse, death.

2006-06-21T23:28:00.000-05:00

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These are images of a newly expanded part of the River Walk-to think it used to be a parking lot

For the first day of “summer”, the calendar does not acknowledge the thermometer; our adventures included a visit to the San Fernando Cathedral, 115 Mail Plaza, www.SFCathedral.org, and the Spanish Governor’s Palace, 105 Plaza de Armas, www.sanantonio.gov/sapar/spanishgovernorspalace.asp both centrally located down town San Antonio.

Our Professor utilized the Frost Bank parking garage, for she “is a customer”. Any covered parking in this heat is practically a necessity, but it did not seem as hot today.

As you walk into the Cathedral, your eyes are immediately drawn to the back of the Church, where the magnificent golden altar illuminates and beckons your presence. The building is at least 250 years old and does not look it. In 2003, the Church completed a $5.8 million restoration project, contributing to its kept appearance. We, and the San Antonio Chamber of Commerce, have the King of Spain to thank for the Cathedral’s existence. Our enthusiastic tour guide, Arlene Regalbuto, relayed the history of the original Canary Island settlers. King Phillip V. of Spain dreamed of 400 families who would cross the ocean and settle in the new America’s under the white and red crossed flag. Only 15 braved the voyage.
The Baptismal Font is the oldest piece of furniture in the Cathedral

Lady of Candelaria
The center of the city of San Antonio is marked with a plaque on the floor, directly in front of the 24kt altar, which, by the way consisted of 15,000 gold leaf applications. The Cathedral is a San Antonio icon, a landmark filled with history, art and a source for spiritual worship. It is the oldest cathedral sanctuary in the United States that despite fires, floods, bullets, arrows and vandalism religious services never ceased. Muy fuerte, (tough)! Kind of like the bloodline of the first settlers who survived external elements, aggressors and disease such as cholera.

Commissioned in the name of Spain, the Franciscan Priest were to convert the local Native American Indians. The different images and statutes of Jesus, Mother Mary and Saints utilized in the Catholic faith eased the transition for the pagan worshipers. A perfect example of confluence between the Native customs and the Catholic faith is la Dia de la Virgen de Guadalupe. Every December 12 during the early mass, Indian headdress and attire are worn commemorating the Indian Mother. In San Antonio and in Oaxaca, the dark skinned image of Mother Mary is ubiquitously present. In Oaxaca, the early Aztecs who worshipped “mother earth” were introduced to Christianity through Missionary Fathers. The polytheist practice of the Indigenous, whether here in the New Americas or Oaxaca Mexico, also facilitated the union.
Geographically speaking, the two cities share a centralized Cathedral positioned in front of a park. In Oaxaca, it is called the Zocolo in San Antonio La Plaza de las Islas-named on behalf of the founding settlers from the Canary Islands. The accessibility to the river water made for an easy choice.

This Keystone mounted over the front door, present the coat of arms of King Ferdinand VI of Spain

Mr. Garza explains the legend of the doors.

The Governor’s Spanish Palace is with in walking distance of the San Fernando Cathedral and is not air-conditioned. Mario Garza, who is the curator and manager of the Palace, with a dramatic flair, guided us through the white walls of the tiny structure. “Palace” is misleading, for the structure resembles a hacienda, complete with a master and guest bedroom, chapel, children's room, ballroom, chamber for the creation of governing law and a family room where cards and dominos were a favorite among the adults. Outside, exists a picture perfect patio complete with fountain and wishing well. One could envision horses tied to a post and smell the sweat of the leather saddles.

Chamber Pot

The dwelling was constructed in 1772, as a presidio, or military post, for the state of Texas. From 1772-1821 the Palace briefly served as the capitol of Texas in San Antonio. History reveals the similarity between the power of the Church in early Mexico and Texas. The Church mandated law and order in addition to religious teachings. Since the early colonial time, separation of church and state reduced the power of both clergies.

I have been to San Fernando Cathedral numerous times and will continue to “stop in”. This was the second time I have visited the Spanish Governor’s Palace, the first was about 30 years ago. I seem to remember a second level and the ceilings were not as low. Future visits are in the plans for the rest of my familia. I am sure the Oak trees, which served as a hanging, (capitol punishment), post, will spark some interest.

The trees played hostess to some 26 hangings.

Hasta mañana,

Maria, Maria

Back to the ACCD white passenger van

2006-06-20T18:58:00.000-05:00

This mornings first stop: the San Franciscan de la Espada Mission located at the end of Espada RD. (10040), next, the Mission Concepción at 807 Mission Rd. Both Missions reflect the European flavor of the Spanish Colonial architecture, each offering unique examples of the Islamic Moorish occupation of Spain. http://nps.gov/saan/

Acknowledging the threat of the French to the east of Texas, the crown of Spain established presidio or military outposts, and Mission compounds at the Louisiana border. In 1731, the Spanish Missionaries of the Franciscan order, moved the Mission San Francisco de los Tejas to the banks of the river in San Antonio and renamed it San Francisco de la Espada. Of the two missions we visited today, I would say Espada is my favorite. Yes, it is a prejudiced choice, endorsing my family’s roots; my dad, Valdo Sanchez, grew up down the street and I cherish many childhood memories inside and on the walls of the Espada and San Juan Missions and of the Aqueduct positioned between them. Espada’s facade and the interior is not as grand as Concepcion’s Church, however, I love the quaint size. The archway (Moorish), over the front door of Espada, definitely adds to the mystery and specialty of its existence. The two center sections to the left and right are in reverse and upside down positions.

Mission Espada maintained a ranch 30 miles south, near Floresville, Rancho de las Cabras, (the goat ranch).

The Mission Espada Brand
www.nps.gov/saan/visit/RanchodelasCabras.htm Sometime after 1758, the compound was build where the Indian vaqueros (cowboys), over saw cattle, sheep, goat and pig and took part in mass at the chapel when the Priest visited.

Do you see the Blue Dragon Fly?

Serving the Espada Mission, here are 7 of the 12 St. Vincent de Paul Volunteers, who today prepared 60 boxes of food for fellow parishoners in need.

Mission Nuestra Senora de la Purisima Concepción de Acuna, housed the Father President and served as the headquarters for the area Missions. Established in 1731, after the retreat from east Texas, Concepcion’s Moorish influence is evident by archways and décor of seashells.

It is the least restored Mission today. I am not proud to say that this was my first visit to Mission Concepción; do not make the same mistake. I encourage my fellow San Antonians to spend time with our historical treasures and bring your kiddos for an enlightening and delightful time. For these two Missions there is no entry fee however, The National Park Service will accept donations.

Steps to Father President's office

The Missions were an effort by Spain to convert,(Catholic), and educate the local, Coahuiltecan nomadic Indians by stripping them of their “pagan” rituals and belief. Politically the crown of Spain needed more in numbers to extend its power in the New World. The Indian artisans, who succumbed to secularization, influenced the growth and development of Texas and evidence is found through out the city of San Antonio.

Chandelier in front of altar,looking up

Fresco Paintings recently uncovered wall and ceiling.

Image of St. George

2006-06-19T18:41:00.000-05:00

Monday Morning brought the teased Oaxacan group back to familiar lab/class room surroundings. It was good to see everyone again. Reviewing the passed events removed any doubts, yes, this really did happen.

Professor Marcotte reviewed our reading assignment and discussed what the nine characteristics are which constitute a civilization and the history of Mexico from 2000 B.C. to the 1960’s.

We also viewed a film “This is What Democracy Looks Like”, http://www.thisisdemocracy.org . The producer, Jill Freidberg utilized 100 cameras documenting the peaceful protests of the 1999 WTO, World Trade Organization, meeting in Seattle Washington. The video enlightens the viewer to what is capable in our country. Of the 50,000 protestors, 630 were arrested and numerous counts of civil liberties violated. I laughed aloud when the Mayor of Seattle implemented a law prohibiting citizens from buying a tear gas mask.

History is my favorite subject, so I am excited that tomorrow, we will be visiting two Missions in the San Antonio area, Espada and Concepcion. Mission Espada, located on Espada RD., http://nps.gov/saan/, happens to be where my dad is from. As a child, many a Sunday was spent at my grandma’s home and where my older cousin, (Dr. Rob Akridge), exposed us to exploring, mini excavation sites and fishing with tadpoles. Unfortunately, my excursions were limited for I was extremely susceptible to poison ivy.

The Acequia, (aqueduct), between the Espada and San Juan Missions, embarked so many great memories of collecting rocks and picking up trash. Today, the National Park Service resurrected a sign at the aqueduct prohibiting anyone from climbing on the aqueduct. Around 1974, the San Antonio River Authority purchased the property owned by my dad and grandma. The area, next door to the aqueduct, was a proposed site of a new recreational park. It never surfaced.

I will definitely be bringing my camera tomorrow.

Manana,

Maria, Maria

2006-06-17T22:49:00.000-05:00

Our Professors emerged from the office:
leaving is the safest decision.

With my heart, body and mind still running on adrenalin mode, I began to unpack only the essentials. We were to meet at 7:00 p.m. with Anna Maria, who was to present options that we may and may not have available to us. As she walked through the door, she appeared stressed and obviously been walking a good distance. She claimed she did not want to drive her car into Centro de Oaxaca, for she is a teacher. Still panting, I offered her a soda. Fate has provided so many angels, the right angels, the short-lived trip proved protected.

Anna Maria began to present a couple of pamphlets she possessed in her hand; the shiny papers looked wrinkled. When Dr. Richter asked, should we leave? Anna Maria nodded, yes as she spoke.

Dr. Richter and Sub-director of Oaxaca Tourism, Mr. Jorge Gutierrez Martinez, owner of the El Cid Hotel.

Dr. Richter introduced the Sub-Director of Tourism of Oaxaca, Mr. Jorge Gutierrez Martinez, who shared the same sentiments as Anna Maria. Our Professors, Mr. Martinez and Anna Maria retreated to the hotel’s office. We waited for details, either an exit plan for the Service-Learning Study Group’s or do we risk the atmosphere will improve. At last, our Professors emerged from the hotel’s office with the decision: leaving is the only option, the safest.

What a bummer, our timing could not have been worse. Angry with the Governor of Oaxaca, glad we live in America, for these outlawed events could never occur in our great country-but no, they do and have.

Mrs. Marcotte claimed she is cursed, she just arrived back from China, (with another Palo Alto Group), and where she became so ill hooking up to an I.V. was necessary.

It took a village to make the Oaxaca study abroad possible and it took a village to ensure our safe return.

Gratitude towards Anna Maria Rodriguez-our contact person who became more than a teacher in Oaxaca-she became a teacher in San Antonio.

For Mr. Alberto Perez, who escorted us to our new safe haven and returned in the middle of the night carrying, in pesos, the refunded hotel balances. La Casa de la Tia’s staff provided lunch and accommodated our needs.

The gentleman who met us halfway to the new hotel-Muchas Gracias. I learned my lesson on why one should pack light.

Mr. Jorge Gutierrez Martinez, who with no advance notice, opened his doors and honored the lower rates of La Casa de La Tia. His position, the Sub-Director of Oaxaca’s tourism, I believe was no accident.

Our Professors, Dr. Denise Richter and Karen Marcotte deserve a huge-WOW! I am so glad you chose to teach at Palo Alto College and are so passionate about it. The fact that knowing how to conduct yourselves under extreme conditions ain’t so bad either.

Gracias a Dios por todos que de parte de nosotros volvíamos enteros.

My prayers are with the families of those who lost their lives senselessly.

The airplane ride back was quiet and necessary. Jewelette, who sat in front of me, called me over and said "I'm bored, I know it is only a 35 minute flight, (from Houston to San Antonio), but I'm bored". I responded with "With what we just went through, yes this is boring." My husband picked me up and I dropped him off at work. Driving again felt weird. When I pulled into my driveway and opened my door, our big yellow lab, Gracie greeted me. Her tail was banging against the car’s interior door when I heard mommy, mommy and soon felt the grip around my waste. Then I walked into my house, oh boy mommy has not been home.

These are the images of Oaxaca, Oaxaca Mexico that I will forever remember and know that I will re-visit in the the near future. Si Dios quieres.

2006-06-16T23:42:00.000-05:00

"Stay in your room, the teachers are being teargased.", Dr. Richter exclaimed. I could barely make out her image and mumbled voice through my shower's little obscured window. Did I just hear correctly? As fast as I could, I ran to see if it was true. Looking out my door, I saw three Latino men, small in built, wearing towels and t-shirts about their heads, climbing up a set of iron spiral stairs. I swung open my curtains and kept looking up, as I put my shoes on when Liz appeared. She was maneuvering a white cotton t-shirt in attempt to use it as protection against the translucent force. I offered her one of my big towels and wet it down for her. She took it and embarked upon the roof. I told her to be careful, for she wore the look of determination upon her brow.

I paced the small area in front of my TV, as I kept lowering and raising the volume in attempt to hear anything about what was happening outside our hotel. There was no coverage, only futbol (soccer). This happened and the “TV” was clueless. I was reminded, of Professor Maldonado when he listed lack of unity among Mexico as one of the barriers of growth. When citizens support each other, social and business development will thrive. Education or lack of is instrumental in maintaining the extreme level of poverty in this state of Oaxaca. Where 21% are illiterate and only 18% remain in school, teachers become the core, the key to a brighter future. If the teacher’s basic demands are met, perhaps the optimism the Professor spoke of, (to have faith that improvement is possible), will proliferate.

the woman sitting on the ground was the target of the Governor's tear-gas.

I believed, by this time I was capable of reciting the names of each member of the Mexican futbol team. Once again, questions ran rapid, when the sound of a helicopter, in close proximity, eliminated my doubts. Reality hit my stomach.

As others appeared, with towels hanging down the front of their faces, I grabbed my camera, cell phone, wet my own towel and followed up the tiny stairs. I saw the three men in the corner using a professional camera and I do not really remember who else was there. It was only the night before that I discovered, (Blair pointed out to me), that my digital camera is capable of video. The footage I captured is only about 4 seconds worth, for I was not familiar with the feature. The thought to take still shots never resurrected I just kept looking down at the scene. The tarps were gone, there were blankets, cardboard and debris everywhere. The city block had a wall of police officers, wearing riot protection gear, on both ends of the street. The church bells kept ringing and ringing. Facing the black military force were groups of local people shouting and taking a stand. Firefighters wearing the traditional yellow suits were standing behind the line of Police. The helicopters hovered over a building about five blocks away when I noticed the three in the corner ducked. Again, my stomach reacted this is for real. We are in the middle of some heavy @#$%. When my professor appeared and ordered us down, no problemo.

The teargas had not really effected me and I thought wow the wet towel really does work-right. The invisible substance sent me back to my room where I immediately splashed water into my eyes, advice given to me when my eldest daughter got a hold of my mace. The best description: someone rubbed half an onion into my eyes and nose and I swallowed it. Presently, there are now two unmistakable distinctive smells in my memory bank, marijuana and teargas.

It occurred to me how did the teachers and their families manage, when the filled canisters landed within a few feet or maybe inches away.

I decided to inform my family, at least my husband Daniel, in case the news reached Texas. After 15 minutes of trying to reach him, (I just knew the Mexican government had interfered with the phone lines), the phone rang. At first, “I played it down”, for I knew what his reaction what have been if he understood the full extent of the situation: Get out now! Explanations, reassurances and promises were made. Sharing and speaking the words to my husband, to someone who was not there experiencing the same helped. He said he was going to put a call into a friend of ours, Ramon Cordoba Sanchez, who is an employee of Univision, (Spanish news station), in attempt to get the word out.

Mila first informed me that people in the street were yelling two teachers and a baby had died. She really looked upset it was obvious she was in disbelief. Professor Richter reminded us, until confirmed it is not fact. It might have been an attempt to sensationalize the situation.

I kept to my room, flipping the stations and then became suspicious. Where is everybody? I walked out and noticed that the hotel’s front doors and Spanish wrought iron gates were locked. Underneath the crack of the door, you could see shadows of figures walking by. One of the hotel empolyees, Mr. Alberto Perez Hernandez directed me to the office door. There was Professor Richter on the internet surrounded by, her husband and little girl, and about six other students sitting here and there. My professor was working feverously to send pictures and video to the San Antonio Express-News, an extremely slow process. She then asked us to leave the office; we would be called in one by one to download what ever our digital camera had to offer.

On the way to my room, my phone rang my husband called back and said to expect a call from Univision’s producer, Rod. Denise re-surfaced and informed all, the hotel owner Mr. Albert Perez Mariscal, was bringing food for the guests. We had sandwiches and bananas the food emphatically helped the nerves. The Hotel’s front desk phone rang the caller was asking for me, it was Rod. After conferring with Denise, I told her that the producer wanted to conduct a phone interview and I felt that Liz would be the best candidate. I was right she was great, her recorded interview, and photo from her blog, made the evening news.

After lunch, Mr.Perez Mariscal held a meeting in the front courtyard. He expressed his concern for us and thought it best if we left to another location further away. On our behalf, he contacted the hotel, “El Cid”, Pino Suarez No. 903, www.hotelesdeoaxaca.com, which is about ten blocks away from the Colonial District. Professor Richter explained, the Sub-Director of Tourism for the State of Oaxaca owned the hotel; and in the event everything settled down, we could return. With cell phones attached to our ears, we ran to our rooms and began packing.

After spending an entire day packing my bags to get here, it took about fifteen minutes to recklessly throw it all together. The sound from the helicopters being closer, then further, and then closer again added to my level of stress.

It seems we all met at the front gate at the same time and someone said to get out from the helicopter’s line of sight. Looking back it was like the scene of the Von Trapp family evacuating Austria. When Mr. Perez opened the doors our street, Cinco de Mayo, resembled the aftermath of a war zone, at least from what I have seen in pictures and movies. With the tarps down, everything was visible. People, mostly younger men, were walking towards the zocolo clutching sticks and pipes and wearing handkerchiefs across their mouths and noses. The chanting from the zocolo became faint as we struggled with our luggage across the broken paved streets and sheets of glass. A handful of men were attempting to remove a bus lodged against a building; the front windshield contained several holes. In order to prevent any provocation, no one took pictures and I never made eye contact.

Half way to our new hotel, another man, who apparently Mr. Perez had arranged to meet us, transported our luggage the rest of the way in his new mini-van. The gesture was greatly appreciated for the sun, which never became an issue before now was. I also wondered if this tag team effort resulted from previous experiences.

It seems as soon as we passed a Church the atmosphere changed. Things looked busy and “normal” again. Upon arriving to the hotel, rooms were assigned, and once again, cell phones went to the ears with the new information: the official address, room numbers and the Cid’s telephone number. At .59 a minute it will be worth it, thank God we have them.

Later, Professor Marcotte congratulated us for handling the situation in such an orderly manner.

2006-06-15T21:49:00.000-05:00

Tuesday June 13, 2006

This morning the birds, outside my window, served as my alarm clock. After a quick rendezvous, we treaded off to the bus stop with our 3.5 pesos in hand, today's destination the University of Planeacion, Institution of Technology.

The bus driver was accompanied by this man
who at every stop yells the destination of the
bus route to the patrons waiting.

Religious images such as this would never
be permitted on the city transit systems
of the USA.

Anna Maria, who by the way is a civil engineer, first directed us to a session with the Sub-Director Salvador Ramos Salazar and Maria del Rosano Carrajo, who provided us with information on the community school.

These are some student of Anna Maria's

The Sub-Director extended a warm welcome to all who gathered in a small conference room. He also apologized for the current conditions in Oaxaca, for the construction in the city and for the protestors, in the Colonial District and the heart of the zocolo.

From what I understand, teachers from across the state of Oaxaca, have come together in protest of unfair wages, conditions of the classrooms and lack of basic school supplies. Many have camped out on the streets bringing their entire families to live under the different colored tarps. The tie downs hang low across all directions forcing pedestrians to bob up and down through the streets. Cardboard serves as chairs and beds and the crowded claims display hand made posters and signs of which are informative, colorful, humorous and sometimes graphic.

Their messages are directed at the Oaxaca State Governor, Uileses Ruiz Ortiz, who is not portrayed in a favorable light. A maestro, (teacher), in the state of Oaxaca earns $100.00, (U.S. dollars), a week.

Back to the University, the school offers a four-year program for careers in engineering and administration and currently serves 4,500 students. The school does not offer open enrollment. Students must pass an entry exam for acceptance and of the 2000 who apply, only 1000 are accepted. Basically, there is not enough space for all of the applicants. One of the requirements to graduate is the ability to pass an English comprehension exam. The University's record of success rate, (enrollment to graduation), is 54%.

This building is constructed from natural materials

Anna Maria then arranged for us to attend a lecture given by Dr. Pedro Maldonado Cruz of Economics. Once again, we are extremely fortunate for Dr. Cruz has dedicated his work studying the causes and solutions to the problem of poverty in the state of Oaxaca.

The group migrated into a classroom where Dr. Cruz presented a slide show filled with facts and colored charts. In Mexico, those who earn 80 pesos or lower per day fall at the poverty line. The current rate of exchange is about 10 to 11 pesos to one American dollar. The $8.00 a day wage is Inconceivable.

Dr. Cruz's reasons for poverty (which is not in order of importance):
Lack of clean water and unsanitary conditions
No protection in place for the environment
No resources available for social and human development Lack of communications between the large corporations
The amount of time entailed and the amount of paper work for small business loans and property purchases are too great
No avenues in place to produce skilled and professional workers
Insufficient housing, many live on pesos de tierra (dirt floors)
Migration, many leave to find work else where, whether it be the United States or the neighboring states of Mexico.

Dr. Cruz proposes that the citizens of Oaxaca should always maintain optimism and to have faith that the conditions can be improved upon. One of the keys for success is to place more importance in the education system. Education equates development.

Thank you to the University of Planeacion and staff, for your time and work, and especially your genuine enthusiasm.

Students of the University de Planeacion gathered in the cafeteria to watch the World Cup.

The whole gang.

Just the girls-who want-a have fun!

The rest of my evening consisted of catching up on homework and utilizing the internet cafe located across the street. The cafe's informal busy environment was a little too distracting for me. It felt like I was studying outside on a street corner along side the vendors.

Bueno bye,

Maria, Maria

2006-06-13T18:58:00.000-05:00

Monday June 12, 2006

Before sunrise, in the San Antonio Airport, the Oaxacan bound group consisting of 9, (Gisselle will be arriving by bus), students, 2 Professors and 2 family-members, Professor Richter's husband Blair and daughter Aeydan, arrived in time for the first flight no. 378 to the Houston Intercontinental Airport. Passports, birth certificates and driver's license all presented and luggage checked in. My tip for any married person, who did not keep their maiden name on their driver's license, bring your marriage license with you.
Here are my professors packing up boxes full of goodies for a children´s home in Oaxaca.

The initial flight went by quickly and it was fun to watch Mel, who experienced her first flight.

Here is Aeyden very comfortable flying.
The flight that almost got away.
However, the transfer flight produced some unwarranted exercise in Houston. After receiving wrong directions to Terminal B, we made it just in time for our connecting flight.

After landing in the deserted looking airport of Oaxaca, the group entered the building and happy to say all passed the inspections of customs. The simplicity of how passengers are selected for further inspection always generates a chuckle. One simply walks up to a pole with a traffic light on top, pushes a button and prays for a green light.
Jewelette's un-mistakable Pink luggage
The $3.00 taxi-van ride to our hotel,
La Casa de la Tia, 5 de Mayo,

Checking in, there's Giselle in the back,wearing green, she beat us here.
Professor Marcotte waiting in the Hotel lobby
http://www.prodigyweb.net.mx/latia, provided our first glimpse of Oaxaca. La Casa de la Tia is small and darling. Adorned in the typical Mexican flavor and open-aired atmosphere, the hotel invites you to stay forever. Most definitely, a return visit to include the rest of my family.

Here is the window to my room.

Room #E
Edith, who works the front desk is very friendly and does not mind helping me with my Espanol. After making my room my home, Denise introduced Anna Maria Rodriguez, who, through the Alamo Community College District, is our contact person here in Oaxaca. The whole gang had lunch at the Hotel Virrey, where I had my first taste of Oaxaca, guanabana beverage,
(a lemonade looking, sweet fruit drink).
Anna Maria gave us a quick tour of the zocolo, the town square, where vendors of all types of food, toys, clothes, music and jewelry are available. The peddlers, of all ages, do take no for an answer, the first time.
Bubbles-a universal juego.

My evening, "home alone", consisted of taking a much needed shower and a lengthy date with my 2000 watt blow dryer. Before crashing, like a good nosey neighbor, I visited some of the other student's quarters and found Liz, Mel and Melanie's room had the best view, breeze, and design.

I am so looking forward to absorbing more of Oaxaca.

Buenas noches,

Maria, Maria

2006-06-09T18:30:00.000-05:00

As soon as I got home today, I felt like jumping into our dogs little swimming pool, another scorcher for south Texas. In our country, at least once a year, the news will report of a death due to the extreme conditions. Deaths resulting from the fact that air conditioning units and the cost to run them are not affordable to many citizens, especially the elderly. Assuming that the less fortunate have homes, for many the heated pavements are their homes.

Today my classmates, professors and I had the privilege of serving lunch for 173 citizens of the San Antonio down town community. The Society of St. Vincent de Paul’s Dinning Room, located on 928 West Commerce, (adjacent to the SAMMS Shelter), was the scene of volunteers and paid staff preparing the free meals to be served in cafeteria style.
info@svdpsa.org

Sylvia Najera is in charge and she manages to provide meals 7 days a week, three meals a day (except Sundays no lunch), “We never close”, she said smiling. When we arrived about 10:00 a.m., she gave us a brief summary of what our duties would entail, and after a question and answer session we were put to work. Our initial jobs included everything from laying the bread out, slicing tomatoes and pastries to making peanut butter sandwiches.

By 12:30 p.m., Angelica assigned each volunteer to one of the assembly line serving posts. I was the desert server and based on today’s experience pies and cakes topped with pecans were the favorites. There is a specific order of which patrons enter, first, the elderly residents of the SAMM Shelter, then the women and family residents (distinguished by the IDs hanging about their necks). Next, individuals who gather outside, no one is turned away. After the first rush and if there is enough food left, a loud bell (similar to the one Captain Gus featured on his show), rings indicating seconds are available.

The San Antonio Food Bank utilizes huge storage bins for all of the donations that come in. These bins represent the need in our city. “Someone” ends up with those boxes we packed; at St. Vincent De Paul’s Dinning Room, the “someones” are right there in line thanking you for coming to help. I must admit the experience left me with more questions then answers, how, in this red white and blue country could hunger thrive so ruthlessly and indiscriminately. In 1985, Vincentians saw a need, responded and have operated through donations and volunteers.

Am I blessed? Yes.

Hasta Lunes,

Maria, Maria

2006-06-09T01:15:00.000-05:00

Dr. Richter introducing Stan Morgan to the students outside his home.

SAC’s seventh floor computer center, once again, served as a rendezvous where never-ending paper work seems to breed:
standard release forms, copies of credentials and so forth.

For today’s agenda, a visit to Mr. Stan Morgan’s home, where we took an admiration tour of his personal “Oaxaca Collection.”

These pillows were made from huipiles (woven Mexican tops).
This little barracho is only about 2 inches long.

My advice to Mr. Morgan: Start charging admission. I am most certain; Mr. Morgan is probably used to the reaction we gave,of jaws dropping and eyes widening as they walk through the door.

(top left) Liz, Professor Marcotte, Jewlette, Camille, Brendan and Alex.

As I mentioned on a previous blog, Professor Richter and Mr. Morgan met by chance, lucky for us. Muchas gracias, for allowing us into your home to enjoy a preview of Oaxaca, steal some decorating ideas and be in a complete state of jealousy. From carpets to masks, the collection was fun, colorful and precisely complimented against the colored walls. If you have ever seen the movie “Fools Rush In”, with Selma Hayek and Matthew Perry, where the newlywed husband returns to a brightly colored walls and Saintly images, this is sort of like that but magnified.

My favorite the monkey and it looks like someone forgot

to tell these muertos (2 inches high), that they are dead.

At the end of our visit, Dr. Richter allowed us a chance to express our thoughts on the sneak preview of things to come. We can all agree with Alex who appreciated the detail in the hand made works and with Liz who learned how the indigenous talent is
generational. Makes me stop and think, in the days of gigabytes and DVDS, how will my traditions compete. I believe it is time for a cooking lesson from mom, for today’s menu: capirotada (bread pudding).

Maria, Maria

The Oaxacan gang.

2006-06-07T21:32:00.000-05:00

For hump-day, June 7, 2006, we had a quick morning in the lab and off we treaded to Avance-San Antonio, the Carmen Cortez Center. Short one leader, professor Marcotte, I filled in as co-captain, keeper of directions, this new title generated a laugh from my family. The site we located is on 1103 South San Jacinto and may be reached at (210) 223-3667 or ygonzalez@avancesa.org.

We spotted the red roofed center and a shaded parking spot (if there is one to be parked Dr. Richter will seek it out). Upon entering the building, we were greeted by Anna Aguilar (Child Care Specialist, 9 years) and Marisa Chapa (Center Director, 20 years). We followed the ladies into a classroom, where we had the privilege of viewing a video explaining Avance. The staff was kind enough to provide everyone with bottled water and cups of ice.

By watching the video and taking part in a question and answer session, the first thing I learned was that Avance, (Spanish for advance), holds true to its name. As Ms.Chapa informed us, “Avance is where we help people help themselves”.

At the Carmen Cortez location, families who reside at a San Antonio Housing Property and who have at least one child three years or younger qualify to enroll in a 9 month program. The mom meets once a week for 4 and 1/2 hours where nutrition, parenting and basic life coping skills are taught. The Center also serves as a bridge to other programs available to them such as assisting in applying for the Food Stamp Program. There is also transportation provided for the participants to and from the facility and for Doctor’s appointments.

These opportunities are not just restricted to the moms; dads may take part in the Fathers Accepting the Challenge Today, F.A.C.T.-Si Se Puede Program. In the video one dad spoke on how much he learned that it was ok to get on the floor and just play with your child, “…to think like a kid not treat them like a kid.”

While mom and dad are in class, the children are treated to sun-lit rooms surrounded with bright primary colors filled with interactive toys. They are divided according to their age; infants are accepted as early as 4 weeks old and in the toddler room up to the age of 3 years old. It is apparent by the beaming faces, that every teacher and care provider love their positions and treat all the kiddos like their very own. In fact, 75% of the staff are Avance graduates.

Avance does not stop here. Parents who complete the first Readiness Program go on to Phase II, where High School and College Diplomas are the goal. The center provides assistance in obtaining financial age and resources such as the use of a computer. From what I could gather the biggest benefit is just having someone in your corner telling you, you can do what ever you desire. Avance is that personal cheerleader that everyone appreciates and needs.

The Director, Ms. Chapa, boasts that this year’s commencements included 200 families and the ceremony for many is the first participated graduation. Avance’s record, have attracted a few highly acclaimed visitors such as Prince Charles, Barbra Bush and Hilary Clinton who mentioned the facility in her book “It Takes a Village”. That is the second time I have repeated that quote this week. However, it is not easy to recruit families to participate. Surprisingly, there is no waiting list, enforcing a door-to-door recruitment directly across the street.

One of the three sites is located in my community and I assumed it was a daycare facility for children. It is one, but here children are the little stars, “estrellitas”, as indicated on the wall, and where parents are doing for their children and for themselves.

Hasta mañana,

Maria, Maria

Each student were presented with one of these beautiful book markers, which will always be treasured.

2006-06-07T19:49:00.000-05:00

060606, it is 10:00 a.m., and I am still here. Annihilation’s tentacles failed to reach my dinning room/office, and that is a good thing, for today, we are scheduled to visit the San Antonio Museum of Art, on 200 West Jones Avenue and Broadway, www.samuseum.org. On Tuesdays, attendance is free after 4:00 p.m., otherwise as students our fee would have been $5.00. As many times, as I have visited the museum I am sure I will waste my gas driving around despite my map quest print out resting on the passenger’s seat.

My youngest daughter Renae, who is 10 years old, accompanied me and we arrived only two minutes late-I did allow for the “scenic route”. After I introduced her to every one present, I was handed my official looking International Student Identification card, complete with photo. Photos provided by Leonard Ziegler from SAC’s audiovisual department-muchas gracias Leonard! Too bad I was not smart enough to offer a bribe for touch ups.

This was not my first visit to SAMA; however, I had not been since the addition of the new Latin American Collection, a gift from Nelson A. Rockefeller.

For today’s assignment, each student drew one piece of paper from a small red drawstring organza bag of professor Marcotte’s. The tiny paper revealed which of the four sections, (Folk Art, Modern, Colonial or Pre-Columbian), we were to make a presentation on. I drew the Colonial section and teamed up with Melanie and we were given only 30 minutes to visit and answer a few questions from our handout. The Colonial area included works of art from the 16th through 19th centuries and for the most part, designed for or with religious intensions, from geographic areas to include all of Mexico, the Central and South Americas. Melanie selected a beautiful needlework tapestry, she said what she most liked was the bright colors used and I selected a heavy looking wood and iron trunk. The trunk was one of the few pieces displaying mythical indigenous drawings in an Asian deco. The Asian influence resulting from the Spanish who sailed once or twice a year across the Pacific Ocean between Manila in the Philippines and Acapulco in New Spain from 1565 to the early 19th century (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Manila-Galleon)

The Spanish Catholic faith is evident by the statues of the different Saints, Crucifixes and images of Mother Mary. Professor Marcotte gave a quick explanation how Mary, under the title of Virgen de Guadalupe, not only is a “tool” in the Catholic faith but also is very much part of the Mexican cultural and traditions.

The enlargement is of the door found in the base of the Virgen's shrine, probably served as a tabernacle. The arch is found outside on the Museum grounds.

I would like to mention that Professor Alba De Leon would be so proud of me for not using the phrase “a piece of art”; I just learned, (maymester), the usage is a no no.

My little girl now believes college is fun and expressed that our visit was too short and I agreed. On the way out, I was planning my evening when we noticed belly dancers, wearing the traditional attire, in the lobby so we stopped and peeked over the stair rails. Apparently, they pulled a few on lookers from the crowd for a quick belly control lesson. I know it is harder than it looks.

Hasta la vista (sorry no baby).

Maria, Maria

2006-06-06T14:31:00.000-05:00

For our first Monday morning together, graded papers were returned and Dr Richter reviewed the material and held a session of questions and answers. For one of the assignments we were to place in order, according to importance, listed facts of a previously published article. One of the facts was the name of a store clerk, who suffered a gunshot wound by the hands of two armed robbers. There was a discussion concerning journalist who may or may not consider the issue of privacy in relation to the victim. If I was the victim, in fear of retaliation, I would appreciate my name to be omitted, just incase the “bad guys” happen to be able to read as well as they shoot.

The learning session also included the basic writing format of an article such as paragraph form, space, length, indention and the use of (more) at the bottom of the page. The end of the story is signified by placing -30- also placed at the bottom center of the page, a tradition, which continues from the days of teletype. By surfing the web on the topic of teletype, I discovered a very interesting site http://www.connected-earth.co.uk/, based in England. The Connected Earth site is in partnership with 11 museums and features the history and future of communications. Check it out.

Next was a matter of obtaining our International Student Identification Cards, it sounds so smart. With $22.00 in hand, we climbed back on board the official sealed ACCD van and treaded off to Incarnate Ward College. Where, Oaxaca-bound students recorded additional vital information on a one-page form, necessary for our newest credentials. For our next stop, Palo Alto College, here scholarship checks were picked up and those of us who needed to complete our assignment for today were given the chance. Our professors are truly excited for us, for every opportunity given introductions were made to various Palo Alto staff and several personnel who, in cooperation, made the Service-Learning Program possible this summer. Muchas Gracias, (it does take a village).

The ride back to our home base, SAC, professor Marcotte distributed a packing checklist and sincerely apologized to the only male present, Alex. Apparently, the do-not-forget-to-bring list contains a few girly items.

Well this girl is signing out.

Mañana,

Maria, Maria

2006-06-03T17:10:00.000-05:00

For the first Friday of the month, our instructors scheduled us to help at the San Antonio Food Bank. We were able to fit just comfortably in the ACCD passenger van, and off we went. Nobody broke out into Cumbaya thank goodness; however, conversations were fun. Upon arriving to the location, 4311 Director Drive, Karen Marcotte introduced us to Blake Bishop, the Volunteer Coordinator. Blake immediately took us down the hall to a conference room, where we sat at a long dark laminated table. Every wall featured black and white blowups of the different services offered by the Food Bank. Blake began speaking about the organization and all they are able to do for those in need in San Antonio and amazingly, 16 surrounding counties. The programs and services are Second Servings, Fresh Produce Program, Texas Second Chance Program, Food Stamp and Nutrition Education Outreach, Project H.O.P.E., Community Kitchen and my favorite Kid’s Cafe.

An assumption that the time would entail assisting in some hands on capacity was accurate. However, the length of time spent listening, learning and asking questions, came as surprise to me. Blake was extremely thorough covering every aspect of the Food Banks existence and the importance of safety issues as volunteers. This class, (News Gathering/Writing I and World Cultures and Global Issues), is a 6 hour credit course. With our news reporter notebook and pen, compliments of the Express News, everybody’s heads were down jotting every statistic and fact Blake provided. I felt like Brenda Starr; yes, I am showing my age. Blake did remind us that more information is available on the web site http://www.safoodbank.org/. Our enthusiastic leader, who used to be a schoolteacher, gave a quick tour of the warehouse and then put us to work. I do not even think it is worth mentioning that the operations depend on the labor provided by inmates out of Dominguez State Prison. Insignificant to me for we did not mingle, work, or even be close enough to speak with these men dressed in white.

It is extremely evident that years of experience have resulted in a specific form of packing a box of food, there is an art to it. With Blake’s instructions, the assembly line began hustling. Keeping in mind Space=Food=Nutrition. In other words, every crevice of the 2x3-card board box will be filled. Surrounded with huge bins to select from, each containing canned goods or dry products, our hands began digging and thriving for a “balanced” box. When we were no longer able to reach the cans, I climbed up and over into the white corrugated plastic bin, and handed my classmates the non-perishables. Each victual subjected to a quality control examination. Blake’s comparison to a perfect box is that of a Ferrari. This Ferrari is a family’s “life for a week”.

Before we knew it, it was time to wrap it up. Time truly flies when having fun. Our competitiveness surfaced as one by one of our finished products (20 boxes in all), were weighed. Thriving for at least 55 pounds (a Ferrari); at last, only one hit the mark, Jewelette’s. Yea Jewelette! With the biggest smile on his face, Blake gathered us around to form a circle of which everyone’s hands extended in a spoke like huddle. We shouted give three times. It was great! I had not huddled up in nine years, back when I coached my daughter’s 4th grade volleyball team.

The fact that the Food Bank runs like a business at a 2% cost is impressive. That means for every dollar donated two cents goes to pay for things like payroll, electricity and gas. A bit of knowledge to keep in mind: the Food Bank is in position to buy in bulk quantities. Although the non-perishable gifts are always welcomed, a $1.00 donation transforms into $13.00, so $5.00=$65.00. How many times have I seen the 5 X 7 display of a local news personality smiling at me when checking out at HEB? Seeing first hand how efficient this huge operation is, will now effect my dismissals. Again all gifts are gladly accepted and one of the easiest ways is to take part in the “Postal Carrier Food Drive” the “Stamp Out Hunger” event. Just fill up a bag of goodies, (3rd Saturday of May), place it near your mailbox and the Carriers will pick up and deliver them to the warehouse. Be advised that baby food glass jars are not utilized but everything from diapers to toiletries is accepted.

Tiger Woods father, the late Earl Woods, is quoted in saying, “You will only receive back what you put into something.” Every one of us left through the glass double doors, displaying the famed red apples, with our heads held high and a spring in our step. This was not an “experience” but an opportunity. Fortunately, the center offers specific group and invidual time slots for anyone who is able to help. The Volunteer Coordinator, Blake, reminds me of the Energizer bunny, with passion written on the side of his big old drum. As a motivator, our leader expressed nothing but praise for our team effort, and with out a doubt, a phone call to 337-3663 or e-mail to bbishop@safoodbank.org will re-charge his battery. The only tip I have is bring a marker, so you can autograph the wall that is, if you can find a spot.

The short time we were given resurrected those awesome feelings of satisfaction and deep appreciation. Giving of my time and talents is not new to me. However, since re-enrolling in college, my time is now saturated with homework and studying. As this statement is made, there is a box filled with tiny toys starring at me ready to be assembled into 435 fishpond baggies. These donated prizes are for my Church (St. Lawrence 526 Petaluma), which will be holding a festival on Saturday June 10. I have always designated my time to my immediate community such as my daughter’s high school band, the Parent Teacher Organizations, my Church (building board committees and festival chairperson), numerous campaign elections and employer driven food drives. The only comparative is when my family and I helped in the preparations for the St. Peter’s St. Joseph’s Children’s Home 100th Anniversary Celebration. Going beyond my immediate back door has been a revelation and I look forward to continue my learning, listening and doing.

The most beneficial aspect was realizing the fact there is a real need in our community and it is being met with a dignified and professional manner. Trite as it may sound awareness is the first step to action. Hunger in this country exists and wears many faces. The good news is that there is a mechanism in place to address it and in January 2007, the San Antonio Food Bank will be holding a grand opening for a new facility located at hwy 90 and 151. According to Blake, since Katrina a bigger center has become necessary.

The song “Imagine”, by the late John Lennon, sums it all up.

Hasta pronto,

Maria, Maria

2006-06-01T18:17:00.000-05:00

The right side of my brain worked in overtime mode today. Wow! With the lights turned off, we were presented with two sets of slides on Oaxaca, Mexico, our destination in a couple of weeks. The first set, belonging to one of our professors Karen Marcotte, contained beautiful pictures of her visit to the colorful state last year. The country, side as she stated, appears like that of a Mediterranean valley, and dusty like that of Hondo (you really have to be from around here to get it). My favorite was the close up of a church’s ceiling. The second set of slides, were primarily that of a collection of the different handmade art produced in Oaxaca. From the colorful painted woodwork to the rich black pottery. An added, appreciated, feature of the presentation was the information given on what towns they came from and the names and pictures of the different artist who created them. Have I mentioned color? The colors of the different works pop out at you but not so much like fluorescent but more of an unbelievable brilliant. The collection belongs to Mr. Stan Morgan, who resides here in San Antonio and we have the opportunity to visit his in-home museum next week. The best thing about the collector is that Dr. Ritcher met him by chance. I love fate. A number of the pictures we saw resembled those found in a book I ordered through amazon.com called “Oaxaca: The Spirit of Mexico”, by Mathew Jaffe. I highly recommend it; the photography alone is worth the purchase. During our next class period, I will try to pass it around to the rest of my classmates.

After a quick break, our attention turned to tomorrow’s agenda: assisting at the San Antonio Food Bank. Upon receiving printed handouts on the subject of hunger in San Antonio and the nation, I learned Texas ranks embarrassingly high on the Food Insecurity charts. We participated in a class discussion on the subject, where a few of the students shared first hand experiences at their workplace in San Antonio school districts. I envisioned an elementary school age child stuffing his pockets with cafeteria “leftovers”. Dr. Richter pointed out that last years Katrina shed light on its existence that forced America to look at its back door.

As Charlie Brown would say…“aaugh!” more paperwork, the standard, do not take action against the district (release) form and finally the required health release form. Not being one to leave things to the last minute I stopped at two Metro Health Clinics on the way home, to no avail. Apparently, the clinics are not staffed with doctors, but the nurses were kind enough to refer me to a real Doctor’s office down the street. Sounds like an expensive day of waiting.

Sitting at my desk in my office/dinning room, I just flipped my calendar, which sparked another surge of excitement; the study abroad trip to Oaxaca, Mexico is now visibly in sight.

Looks like I was born ready, ya esta lista!

Hasta mañana,

Maria, Maria

2006-05-31T17:28:00.000-05:00

One more month has just flown by, and my second day of Summer I class has once again been enlightening. Today’s greatest lesson: always go with your first instinct. Last nights assignment, an exercise on newsworthy elements, proved more would have been better. Oh, well.

After a bout of “technical difficulties”, catching up and bugging my neighbors I should now be able to web share with my fellow classmates. Right, fingers remain crossed.

The end of class time brought us to a lengthy online survey. Answering the questions, sometimes the same questions phrased differently, raised my curiosity. Sure would like to know the significance and more importantly what do my answers reveal about this student. From what I understand, all of that required clicking ends up in a very important file of someone who has no name or face. The best part I liked is that he or she will never know my name or face.

2006-05-30T11:37:00.001-05:00

It had been at least twenty-five years since entering the hallways of San Antonio College and many things have changed and others will always remain the same.

The first day of class for my Humanities: World Cultures and Global Issues and News Gathering/Writing I brought me into a computer lab, with nine other students. After introductions and brief bios, we dug right into the basics of literary journalism. Reading “A Rat in My Soup” by Peter Hessler found in the New Yorker July 24, 2000 edition, was the highlight of the class. Dissecting the content and structure of the article is where I learned there is a whole set of new words used in the world of journalism. Writers must consider things such as a lead, voice, impact, conflict and many other newsworthy elements. The most important element learned on this initial day was that accuracy and fairness are non-negotiable when producing a reported piece of journalism. The most foreign to me was the act of weblogging, which is an avenue for sharing information on line such as this web site.

I have already learned a great deal and enjoyed the positive environment established by the teaching staff. Now, if only SAC’s forever problem of “no parking” could be improved, not any time soon I am sure. Well, at least Dell computers have replaced the outdated Royal electric typewriters, (the difference twenty-five years makes).