Goal Setting Table
Free Poem
I thought you’d want to know that today I went to sit at my new favorite place, a waterfall off a trail surrounded by trees. I sat alone, but I think you’d like it there. It’s quiet and just down the road. It reminds me of that bridge we’d walk to, except that was back when snow covered the ground, and the air was so cold, it made walking such a chore. Now the snow is gone and we’re both…
HW #7
Academic Goal: One of my academic goals for this year is to start exploring more courses and majors that have to do with environmental science. While I initially thought I wouldn’t be too interested in science courses going into college, I decided to take intro to environmental issues, partly because it is a requirement to take an environmental course in the core curriculum, and partly because I feel as though it’s a topic that is important to be informed on…
Letter Poem
Dear stranger, Isn’t it weird that we can finally walk past each other and aren’t at home behind a screen? A screen that strains our eyes, the only feature of our faces we know. I want to say hello, but it’s so hard to do when we are six feet apart and I haven’t been able to even talk to my friends. Conversation seems so unfamiliar. Isn’t it weird that we feel so out of place in a world we’ve…
Ken Bain, “Curiosity and Endless Education”
Section one, introduction: The first passage that really stood out to me was, “… and ‘liberal arts’ sounds to them like something you pursue if you don’t have a real major” (Bain, 2012). When I read that, it immediately reminded me of a conversation I had with a friend a few years ago. She was graduating and told me she was pursuing a liberal arts education, which basically means she was undecided. This shows how people really do have these…
Living in a Metaphor Poem
On a Hike I feel the rocks shifting under my feet as I step up the incline and past the trees. I can just barely see the ledge that leads right to the top. But I blink my eyes and as I look around, it’s like no progress has been made. I’m no more near the top than I was a decade ago. Dark and heavy clouds roll into the sky and rain pours down melting the path of footprints…
Poem #3
Run Away Almost taken from her home, taken from her mom, and tears rush down her face as she stands at her best friend’s door. They lock hands. They take off running. The happiest place on earth just an arms length away. Yet the nightmare of reality stands behind in their dust. A final gasp for freedom, and just then, the film ends. No explanation of happens, could’ve been a pure figment of imagination. But I choose to believe that…
Reading Questions on Scheuer, Ungar, and the Core Handbook
Section One: The first section of this text is “What are the Liberal Arts?” which discusses the overall idea of the liberal arts education. Author Jeffery Scheuer explains that the term liberal arts can be a little misleading to what the education actually entails. While it does cover a broad spectrum of topics, it can be summed up as, “… ‘education based fairly and squarely on the nature of knowledge itself’” (Scheuer, n.d.). Rather than dumping a lot of information…
A Picture is Worth a Trillion Dollars Poem
Sunset Peach sunlight dimly glows subtly behind the tree line. Gray clouds drift past the gradient sky. In the stillness of the water there’s a mirror reflecting the world above, a distorted image of the tall trees that bend and and dance in the breeze.