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A Critical Thinker, I am.

Critical thinking…the awakening of the intellect to the study of itself.

When I first signed up for the class, I wasn’t too sure what to think about it. I had heard the term Sociology before and had a loose understanding of what exactly it might mean, but I didn’t have the confidence to say that I definitely had a grip on any in depth meaning behind the study. Like I had said in my introduction post, I felt that this could be a good class to take in order to further myself into becoming the teacher that I want to be. A better grasp on the variety of people and their society would hopefully give me a better understanding when it came to my time in front of a classroom. What better way to connect with your students then to be able to see where they may be coming from? But as the class progressed, I came to realize that I knew more about Sociology than I thought I did. Through my courses in Anthropology (one race!), Psychology (human behaviour), Intro to Education (critical thinking), Human Geography (human behaviour), and yes, even Political Science (women inequality), I had already covered a vast majority of the topics that came up within the class room. But the most important concept, at least the most important to me, was the ability to be a critical thinker.

I find that I do have the ability to be a critical thinker. It is still a rather new concept in my life, the defined label; I have always had the natural ability to think about what another person in the situation might feel like, or ask to know their side of the situation so that I could have a chance to see where they are coming from. The difficult part is not letting my own emotions and opinions get in the way of working through a situation or argument civilly. I’m working on that. There is no singular concept that I can impose this idea on. As I had mentioned before, I had covered many of the topics that we have learned in previous classrooms, looking at them from all different angles. But I did enjoy our discussions on the norms of society and the fact that society is a human creation, not something that had already been established that we just happened to pick up.

As a critique of the whole class, though, I found it very difficult to work on the blogs, as is evident in the fact that I have only a couple of submission where there should be thirteen. I did not know, coming into the class, that the majority of the workload would be fuelled by self-motivation. For myself personally, if I do not have a blaring reminder that something needs to get done, I find it goes to the back of my mind and filed under “might not be that important”. This is not saying that the blogs aren’t important, as they do help a person in grasping the readings they have done, but it never had a chance to be brought to the forefront of my mind. My suggestion, for future classes that might include students similar to me, is that there be a reminder at the end of class that certain blog entries are due and need to be completed as soon as possible. Maybe even request a hard copy so that there is a guarantee that the work had been completed on time, which would also aid you in keeping track of who was participating and who was not. It will hopefully spark that inspiration needed to work on the blogs that I failed to have even in the last couple of weeks when I could have created the entries under false pretenses that I had already had them done when they should have been completed.

For the most part, I enjoyed my time in class as it did spark some inner reflection on some matters and helped me with assignments from other classes, giving me a better understanding of some topics and issues that happened to overlap with my other courses (e.g. human trafficking). Thank you for a fun semester and I hope to see you around campus some time.

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What Did I Do?

The assignment posed to the class was as follows; “… write a 250 word essay on your own global sociological imagination, explaining how your life has been impacted by the actions and inactions of people outside Canada and how your own actions [and] inactions have affected the live[s] … of people in other parts of the world.”

by @galaxyman

I have sat here for a number of hours trying to find a way to answer this without it seeming like I am stating the obvious.  But that is a challenge.  Look at any number of labels or cartons of food/clothing, and you would be hard pressed to find something that does not come from another country.  And even if things are made locally, how are we to be sure the ingredients/materials didn’t get shipped here from somewhere else?  We attempt to promote and uphold local economic growth (buy only local produce, shop at stores with local suppliers, etc.) but without the means, we cannot always find the ends.  So it is safe to say that a majority of the items that I need to live my life were made at their base level by someone in another country, whether it is the United States, Ghana or South America.  And without said items, I probably wouldn’t live the way I do or eat the food I eat.  I might be remotely like the person I am today, if I had the opportunities to meet the people who have shaped me, but there is no guarantee.  So without the work done by the people in other countries (and my own country, of course), my life has the possibility of being completely different.

When it comes to my own actions or inactions, I have never been one to presume that anything I do is going to have any significant effect on another person’s life, let alone a person from another country.  Neither have I strived for my actions to do so much.  The people I care about, the people I do things for or worry that my actions will affect (on a small scale, mind you) are the people from my own home; my family, friends and the community that surrounds me.  Looking beyond our borders, believing that the actions that I take will have some sort of impact on a human being across the world seems arrogant to me.  That being said, what I write now may spark an idea in the mind of someone from elsewhere that will blossom into a term paper or their own story of global contribution.  Who knows?  But for now, I don’t believe I have done anything that could somehow branch across the world to make a difference to someone I don’t know.

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