Michael on the way things work out

I recently took the Law School Admissions Test (LSAT). Early on, I had scored well on practice tests and it led me to a degree of complacency about preparation for the test. I took it in October and felt fairly good about the experience and the likelihood of my having a satisfactory score. I got my test scores back a few weeks later and they were significantly lower than what I had anticipated.

I can't say that I wasn't disappointed or that I didn't freak out. I spent the entire weekend pitying myself and questioning my future. After a few days of moping and blaming anything and everyone but myself, I owned up to my disappointment. I still had a score that would get me in to several places I had been looking at prior to the test, and I decided to look at others that were still possibilities.

Interestingly enough, I found law schools that were far more appealing to me than the schools I was looking at before. Although I got a lower score and may end up attending a law school with a slightly lower ranking than where I thought I might've gone, I was able to locate several programs that are perfectly suited to the type of career I hope to have. This experience was an excellent example of the ways in which failure, or the perception of failure, can sometimes lead to a larger success.

Michael on privilege

Academically and experientially, Wofford has taught me a great deal about what identity and identity politics mean. In the classroom, courses dealing with topics such such as feminist philosophy, postcolonial politics, American race relations, gender/queer theory, nationalism, and a variety of others have shown me how incredibly important social constructions of identity can be.

One of the toughest parts of having acquired an admittedly rudimentary understanding of these issues is the impossibility of refusing privilege. For example, I would never want to be privileged in any situation because of my race; however, I know that it happens every day, in countless invisible ways. I never want to be privileged because I am male, but it's hard to always see it happening. I never want to be privileged because of the assumption of "middleclassness," but I realize when I say that I go to Wofford what a loaded statement that is.

Service has bolstered my understanding of this problem as well, albeit in different ways. Texts about oppression based on identity are a far different matter than seeing that oppression firsthand. Bonner allowed me to study abroad in Africa, a continent fallen victim to identity-based disempowerment. Even within Uganda, certain groups (the Baganda being a strong example) experienced tremendous privilege due to ethnic identification - no matter how politically aware they were of that phenomena as a problem.

Rachel on the varieties of love

In one of my Spanish classes we have been reading the works of a famous Latin American writer named Carlos Fuentes. One of his books is called “En Esto Creo A/Z” this translates to “In This I Believe A-Z.” In this book he constructs a type of “dictionary for life” in which he alphabetically list different topics that are meaningful to his life and writes about them. One of my favorite topics is when he speaks of love and the many forms in which it can exist. One of the points in this section is what he calls the quality of attention, love as in the act of paying attention. He goes on to say to give someone your attention and to be open to receive their attention is a creative faculty and its condition is love. Perhaps my translation does not give it justice but in this quote he suggests that giving someone your undivided attention is the highest expression of love, in that time and better yet quality time is the best gift you could give someone as a representation of your love. If I could only pass down one bit of wisdom it would be that. The act of paying attention to another person is important whether it be to your family, friends, or random people you encounter throughout the day. The gift of time is the best present that a person can give so I suggest it be given wisely and with purpose. This is my nugget of knowledge that I still have to learn and practice myself…

Hannah on her inspiration to serve

As noted before, I volunteer at the Cleveland Elementary Boys and Girls Club 3 to 4 times a week. Each day I show up right after school and begin to work with the first graders. When I first started volunteering I was not close with any of the kids. I helped whoever needed help the most on their homework, and at the same time tried to assist all of the kids as much as I could. Slowly, I became closer to a few of the children and (off the record) started to pick favorites. I knew these kids came from lower income homes, and I knew they did not have much… but I did not know that one of their stories would touch me more than anything else ever has.

Darionna is the reason I LOVE the Boys and Girls Club. She never stops smiling, never says a nasty word, and never stops helping her peers. What is the most shocking is that Darionna’s story is more heart wrenching than any other child’s story at the Boys and Girls Club. She is now close enough to me where she tells me her problems (not to mention this is a girl who worries about everyone but herself). I cannot help but wonder how she keeps going. So many of the kids I work with are rude, have attitudes, and almost seem to hold a grudge towards life. It is strange to see one tiny (TINY!) little girl be so happy and loving when she holds the story that she does.

We can all learn from Darionna. I know I have. We live one life and no matter what adversities life brings us we need to keep going. I cannot tell you how many times I have cried for her, but I can tell you she brings light into my life and I can only wish to be as strong and brave as she is.

Rachel on science and faith

"But we humans seem to posses a deep longing to find truth, even though that longing is easily suppressed by the mundane details of daily life"
-Francis Collins (The Language of God)

This has to be one of my favorite recent quotes I have found! I read this book over the summer that deals with the correlation between science and religion. Most people have a perspective that science and religion are at different ends of the spectrum; much like angry sisters that never talk to each other unless forced to during family reunions. Since I am a science major (…cough…Biology) and my faith is very important, the combination of the two really interested me. The author of the book is the head scientist who led the sequencing of the Human Genome Project (huge scientific milestone!) yet he is a strong Christian. He states this quote near the beginning of the book, and I think it’s so applicable and helps calm the “ongoing feud” between science and religion. They both seek truth whether it is through experimental methods of trial and error in science or through the longing of the heart and mind in religious matters. Science seeks the answer to how questions and the religion picks up where science cannot go answering the why questions. We all seek truth and the beauty of it is that it can be found harmoniously in both science and religion. I guess it can be said that the service I do is my own scientific method of seeking that truth. I do office projects, interact with patients, ask questions and find information about Hospice as an experimental method of finding the social problems that I would otherwise not understand in hopes to one day contribute to a solution. My faith helps me answer the questions that my experience cannot. The hardest question of why people are suffering can only be answered in the comforting arms of my faith.

Whitney on giving thanks

This Thanksgiving, I enjoyed gathering around the dining room table with my family once again, and sharing a special feast filled with my favorite soul foods. My grandmother, aunts, and uncles all cooked turkey, baked chicken, green beans, macaroni-n-cheese, potato salad, sweet-potato pie (and a lot more) for dinner. As usual we reminisced on unforgettable moments, joked around, and renewed acquaintances. My cousins and I talked about how college is going, our future goals, and how we were all dreading exams. After dinner, my family and I drew names for our secret Santa this year and expressed our thanks.

Besides the good food and conversation, what I enjoyed most was listening to everyone state what they were thankful for. Hearing everyone’s unique statements made me reflect on all the things I was thankful for. I thought about the trials I experienced this year and the challenges I was able to overcome, which then led me to realize that I could not have done these things if it weren’t for the love and support from family and friends God has blessed me with. Through my service work and experience with the Bonner program I have met people that do not have that opportunity. Therefore, this year I’m thankful for their support and simply having the opportunity to spend my Thanksgiving with them again. Furthermore, I am thankful for having the opportunity to be a Bonner Scholar. Bonner has helped me to learn a lot about myself and has led me to develop a desire to give back to my family, friends, and community.

Jose on appreciating what we have

On Sundays I regularly attend the Hispanic mass at the Jesus Our Risen Savior with my family. This past Sunday mass was different from most of the previous Sundays because we had a special guest priest that came from Colombia. He was different from the other Colombian priests that came to visit our parish because he didn’t belong to a specific church. In the past few years he has worked as a missionary, traveling with another collegue across Africa, in hopes of alleviating extreme poverty. Growing up in poverty as a child, he thought he was familiar with the sadness in a parent’s eye when they knew they didn’t make enough to keep food in their child’s belly, but according to him, he was not even close to relating to what he saw in some villages. He saw parents watch their kids die daily. In some of the places he visited the meals consisted of water and some type of blood with a bread, mainly composed of a corn based dough. Whenever he had a little extra food for the kids in the village he always had the little ones asking for more. He said in Spanish, “Anything that you put in front of them they will eat.” Instead, he said with serious humor, it’s funny how our kids in America whine about what’s put on their plates, and refuse to eat. He then continued to try to get his point across to all of us that were listening, mostly those in the immigrant community, that we forget our ways when we come to the states. He pointed out the way, many immigrants start the habit of wasting material and food here in the U.S. that many of us did not do back in our country, which is true. We have forgotten our roots. You hear it a lot from your parents when you were younger to not waste food, or see commercials of starving kids, but somehow it never seems to click. I thought real hard of what he was saying to us, and how we could fix our bad habits. It’s not about what is on your plate, it’s about giving to others that don’t have as much on their plate. Many of us already have a lot on our plate, and we to tend to develop habits of wanting more. I have been guilty of this bad habit. Instead we need to share our abundance. Hopefully during the upcoming holidays we will not forget others who do not have as much on their plate. Soup kitchens always need a helping hand, or just food. If you have a little extra from your party, swing by, and give a little off your plate.