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Tuesday, February 15, 2005


I love the word "socioeconomic." Last week, I had a friend over for dinner. It was casual, and I sat our plates down in the living room in front of the television. When he asked if I wanted to eat at the table, I said, "No. The table is for fancy dinners. Where you're from, people eat at the table. Here in the lower socioeconomic classes, we eat in front of the t.v." :>)

In her essay, "Pedagogies of Belonging: Listening to Students and Peers," (see the latest Writing Center Journal,) Julie Bokser addresses the socioeconomic differences revealed when many students enter university studies:

"After they are admitted, many students find actually joining the university to be disorienting and even daunting, especially those whose socioeconomic, racial, linguistic, and/or educational worlds differ markedly from the academic world they encounter in college" (43). And how. I'm reminded of This Fine Place So Far From Home, a collection of essays by working class academics that features an essay called "Stupid Rich Bastards." It tells one woman's story of growing up with a father who was a junk dealer and then ending up in graduate school. Funny and too true. Often our parents want us to go to college, but they don't want us to change.

More later. I've got to meet with a student.


Allen said...

you are right about going to college cause it sure changes one...doesn't matter what your parents do the student is different...i bought a pair of shoes at college with my own money and my dad asked me how much i paid...50 bucks i say...he about had a heart attack!!! i said but at least this pair fits...he never did understand that

Tamara Miles said...

One of my friends whose parents are deeply religious became so upset after hearing their son had gone off to college and began to question the legitimacy/authority of the Bible that the mother actually told him, "If you are going to keep going in this direction, I'm going to pray that the Lord will take your life." I remember having chills.

Allen said...

good poem and thank goodness that thought never entered my mind...my gun a 22 rifle is for shooting groundhogs....it did make me laugh thanks

Allen said...

95 is the road you were on not the speed limit sign...speedball,speedball tucker....i think this song is on the flip side of the time in a bottle album....lost all my record albums after college graduation...forgoy them when i went to germany...oh well