To The College Professor Who Shows Blatant Favoritism

To The College Professor Who Shows Blatant Favoritism

As a teacher, you should be exhibiting equality and fairness in your classroom, so why aren't you?

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Dear lover of partiality,

A month before I graduated high school, I wrote an article that praised my former teachers for doing such a good job teaching me and treating me with kindness and compassion. Those teachers treated me with the same respect they treated my classmates and showed fairness in their classroom, making it a comfortable place for open discussions. If I miss anything about high school, it's that.

In that article, I wrote, "Teachers want you to be at school because they want you to pass and go on with your life. They want to see you walk across the stage and shake the principal's hand as you leave high school behind and begin your new life, whether it's college, the military, a trade, or the workforce. They scold us when we get in trouble, help us when we're in need, pray for us when we're in tough situations, and crack down hard on us because they want to see us succeed and make something of ourselves." It's a shame that I can't say that about you.

I came into your class ready to learn and begin the college life - I knew it wasn't going to be easy or fun, but I love a challenge, and you were quite the challenge.

I tried to get your help each time I had a question, but here's what you did: you walked to the other side of the room and stayed there for thirty minutes. Keep in mind that we only have a fifty-minute class, so you spent your time talking to this one student, who has no problem being an out and proud teacher's pet, more attention than the rest of the class. I don't know how my classmates felt about you, but I didn't like that. In fact, I hated that part about your class quite a bit because it was an ongoing thing.

Don't worry, I didn't put up with it for long because after seeing that you didn't respond to my countless emails about needing help and wanting to make appointments with you in your office, you never responded; the minute I sent you a nice-nasty email calling you out on your inability to respond and how I thought you were straight up ignoring my messages, you responded fairly quickly which I found funny and ironic. All this time I was wondering what I needed to do to get a little bit of your time and all it took was a strongly worded email. I met in your office, and you rushed through my session because you had to be at your other job, which you complained about all too much for my liking. I didn't get the full time like you gave the other student and as a result, I barely passed the essay. Thanks for that.

At the tail end of the semester, I was struggling with the argumentative essay, and as usual, your favorite student talked about how she texted you to see what you were doing and that went on for twenty minutes, cutting into time that I needed for assistance, but I guess that wasn't as important as you being a night owl and not a morning person. When you finally came to me, with five minutes left in class, all of the frustration from your crap and your favoritism came out, and I almost exploded on you and the other girl. I would say sorry, but I have nothing to apologize for.

I didn't risk a student's grade to bond with another and become besties. You did that. I didn't try and waste your time and rush out of a scheduled appointment. You did that. I didn't wonder why people complain about me. You did that.

You caused all of this, and to the students who take you in the future, I wish them the best of luck because you were (and are) single-handedly the worst college professor to walk this campus for freshman. Have an excellent semester, though!

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It's Time To Thank Your First Roommate

Not the horror story kind of roommate, but the one that was truly awesome.
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Nostalgic feelings have recently caused me to reflect back on my freshman year of college. No other year of my life has been filled with more ups and downs, and highs and lows, than freshman year. Throughout all of the madness, one factor remained constant: my roommate. It is time to thank her for everything. These are only a few of the many reasons to do so, and this goes for roommates everywhere.

You have been through all the college "firsts" together.

If you think about it, your roommate was there through all of your first college experiences. The first day of orientation, wishing you luck on the first days of classes, the first night out, etc. That is something that can never be changed. You will always look back and think, "I remember my first day of college with ____."

You were even each other's first real college friend.

You were even each other's first real college friend.

Months before move-in day, you were already planning out what freshman year would be like. Whether you previously knew each other, met on Facebook, or arranged to meet in person before making any decisions, you made your first real college friend during that process.

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The transition from high school to college is not easy, but somehow you made it out on the other side.

It is no secret that transitioning from high school to college is difficult. No matter how excited you were to get away from home, reality hit at some point. Although some people are better at adjusting than others, at the times when you were not, your roommate was there to listen. You helped each other out, and made it through together.

Late night talks were never more real.

Remember the first week when we stayed up talking until 2:00 a.m. every night? Late night talks will never be more real than they were freshman year. There was so much to plan for, figure out, and hope for. Your roommate talked, listened, laughed, and cried right there with you until one of you stopped responding because sleep took over.

You saw each other at your absolute lowest.

It was difficult being away from home. It hurt watching relationships end and losing touch with your hometown friends. It was stressful trying to get in the swing of college level classes. Despite all of the above, your roommate saw, listened, and strengthened you.

...but you also saw each other during your highest highs.

After seeing each other during the lows, seeing each other during the highs was such a great feeling. Getting involved on campus, making new friends, and succeeding in classes are only a few of the many ways you have watched each other grow.

There was so much time to bond before the stresses of college would later take over.

Freshman year was not "easy," but looking back on it, it was more manageable than you thought at the time. College only gets busier the more the years go on, which means less free time. Freshman year you went to lunch, dinner, the gym, class, events, and everything else possible together. You had the chance to be each other's go-to before it got tough.

No matter what, you always bounced back to being inseparable.

Phases of not talking or seeing each other because of business and stress would come and go. Even though you physically grew apart, you did not grow apart as friends. When one of you was in a funk, as soon as it was over, you bounced right back. You and your freshman roommate were inseparable.

The "remember that one time, freshman year..." stories never end.

Looking back on freshman year together is one of my favorite times. There are so many stories you have made, which at the time seemed so small, that bring the biggest laughs today. You will always have those stories to share together.

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The unspoken rule that no matter how far apart you grow, you are always there for each other.

It is sad to look back and realize everything that has changed since your freshman year days. You started college with a clean slate, and all you really had was each other. Even though you went separate ways, there is an unspoken rule that you are still always there for each other.

Your old dorm room is now filled with two freshmen trying to make it through their first year. They will never know all the memories that you made in that room, and how it used to be your home. You can only hope that they will have the relationship you had together to reflect on in the years to come.


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No, A Colored Student Did Not 'Steal Your Spot,' They Worked Hard To Get Here

I keep hearing this ignorant question of, "How come illegal immigrants can get scholarships, but I can't?"

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Real talk, this whole "they're stealing our resources!" thing has to stop.

It ranges from welfare to acceptance letters into prestigious universities. People (and by people, I'm referring to those who identify as white) have made the assumption that they are having their opportunities stolen by people of color. That's ridiculous.

I love my university. I love the people at my university. However, when I sit in a classroom and look around at my colleagues, the majority of them are white. Of course, there are some classes that are filled with more people of color, but for the most part, they're predominantly white. So, let's say that out of a classroom of 30 students, only 7 identify as people of color.

In what world can somebody make the argument that those 7 students are stealing the spot of a white student? I don't think people realize how hard those 7 students had to work just to be in the same spot as their white counterparts.

Let me use my experience: I am a Latina woman who is attending university on a full-ride scholarship. I don't always tell people about this, because I don't feel like being asked, "wow, what did you do to get that?!" A lot. I keep hearing this ignorant question of, "How come illegal immigrants can get scholarships, but I can't?"

First off, those "illegal immigrants" you're bashing, don't even qualify for financial aid. They don't qualify for most scholarships, actually. Second, have you considered that maybe, that "illegal immigrant" worked hard in and outside of school to earn their scholarship? I received my full-ride scholarship on the basis of my GPA, but also because I am a lower-class woman of color and was selected because I am disproportionately affected by poverty and access to a quality education.

So, this scholarship was literally created because there is an understanding that minorities don't have the same access to education as our white counterparts. It's not a handout though, I had to work hard to get the money that I have now. When white students get scholarships, it's not a handout but when you're Latina like me, apparently it is.

This way of viewing minorities and their education is damaging, and further discourages these people from receiving a quality education. We didn't steal anybody's spot, we had to work to get where we are, twice as hard as our white colleagues that are not discriminated against on a daily basis.

Instead of tearing down students of color because you didn't get a scholarship, why not criticize the American education system instead? It's not our fault tuition is $40k a year, and we have no reason to apologize for existing in a space that is predominantly white.

To students of color: you worked hard to get where you are, and I am proud of you. To white students: I'm proud of you too. We all worked hard to get to where we are now, let's lift each other up, not put each other down.

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