Davidonās chapter on community college struck a chord with me because, 11 months into a global terror, Iāve been reflecting and re-evaluating my decision to move 6 hours away from home for college. Iād be wondering what it wouldāve been like if I had stayed at a community college locally. Although my recent thoughts have been more about how this wouldāve affected me socially/emotionally, itās clear that the nurturing academics of community college offer students a tailored way to achieve their goals in school as well. But Davidsonās article also touches on the ways going to a community college change the social makeup. It seems like these social differences would also make a remarkable difference in oneās social learning.
I obviously didnāt end up choosing a community college. I went to a fairly selective liberal arts college instead, which was academically enriching in so many ways that have shaped my personality, but I do think about how this affecting my emotional learning, going to school with a huge majority of wealthy, White New Englanders, rather than people who more accurately fit my demographic. However, my high school seemed similar to community college – it was a local school (although private) whose mission statement was to adapt to studentsā diverse learning styles, which catapulted me from a B-average insecure middle schooler, the only non-Christian in a prestigious Georgetown Catholic school, to a student who loved to learn and succeeded in my courses.
Itās interesting to me how much of the American ideal of college is rooted in leaving your parentsā home(s) at age 18 and dorming with other peers. Davidsonās article, although focused primarily on the quality of education, made me introspect about the effects on an individual/childās social/emotional growth as well.
Anthony Jackās reading on the privileged poor was another article that stuck with me. As expected of a NESCAC school, my college was just like that – there were a lot of 1%-ers. Jack said it succinctly, āThese rich kids had their own version of summer. In my family, summer was just a season.ā Jackās descriptions of the doubly disadvantaged, the privileged poor, and the extremely wealthy made me immediately think about the pandemic, because thatās what happens with everything nowadays. The glimpses into lives of the extremely wealthy through social media made me realizes the extent that wealth completely cushions this global tragedy (working from home, vacation homes, multiple cars, access to healthcare, etc).
Jackās descriptions of the ways that different classes interact yet remain in a hegemonic relationship where the poor is constantly dispossessed was incredibly infuriating and disheartening to read about. Yet, his descriptions of the ways that systemic changes can accommodate oneās dispossessions opened a new door for me to think about a topic that seems so pervasive and undefeatable (racial capitalism, neoliberalism, segregation).