Magazine This publication is a contribution from the Tarrant County College, Trinity River Campus Writing & Learning Center
â€œMulticultural Competence and Language Acquisitionâ€?
Welcome to TCC Writes Online Magazine
ere in the Trinity River Writing & Learning Center, we pride ourselves in our constant effort to embrace the never-ending creative energy, passion, cultural diversity, and invaluable contributions of our students, faculty, and staff.
Being an integral contributor to Trinity River culture, it is our belief that learning is an incredible, yet continual process. Within the writing center, there is a philosophy or belief that learning takes place anywhere, at anytime, and from anyone; regardless of their age, race, religion, gender orientation, or culture. Learning also takes many forms. Whether through the spoken word, service learning, through art, or even through an expressive pen, we all can benefit from the extraordinary process of learning. As managing editor of TCC Writes Online Magazine, I am often amazed and humbled by the remarkable stories, insights, and lives of Trinity River people who daily cross my path. Every day I am privileged to expand my mind and knowledge of others by making a positive effort to understand others and their unique culture. From a heartfelt conversation with a student from a war torn country in central Africa, to another who grew up on a farm in south Texas, one cannot help but appreciate the rich mosaic of diversity that is becoming our academic community. In the Writing & Learning Center, my staff and I see our positions as much more than a mere job, it has become our mission; a personal calling to promote student success, while at the same time help bridge the cultural divide. Inside this special issue, we are proud to present outstanding works from both writers and artists who share their heartaches, triumphs, and dreams. In their stories, they remind us that regardless of how different we are, on many levels, we are still the same. We are also excited to feature members of our faculty and staff who have lived in or taught in other countries, and experienced other cultures. It is only through a willingness to engage in open dialog with those who are different from us, that we truly learn and grow. It is our hope that you enjoy the artistry and messages of hope from everyone who submitted work. We ask you to open your mind, who knows, you may learn something about your students and your peers you never knew before. After all, learning about others must first take place within each of us, if we are to truly understand someone else. Thank you.
Trinity River Vice President for Teaching and Learning Dr. Bryan Stewart is an almost superhuman force on this campus. Dr. Stewart sits down with Samantha Windschitl and shares some of his secrets. Trinity River art students create amazing works. In this issue we welcome three student works that provide an introspective look into the mind of an artist.
Within our campus culture, we are extremely fortunate to experience students, faculty, and staff from many parts of the world and different cultures. Trinity River recognizes and celebrates the beauty and diversity of its faculty and staff. In TCC Writes they share their insights on what its like to live in, or teach in countries other Who is Colleen Fitzpatrick? She is someone who is constantly finding new ways to make a big difference in the lives of others. Get to know more about Colleen, her work, and how special she truly is. As instructors, one of our goals is to positively impact and enrich the lives of our students. Shawn Stewart shares a wonderful experience of how, while teaching an ESOL class students from other cultures changed his views and life. America will always represent a beautiful mosaic of different cultures. However, there are times when our misunderstanding of others, their culture, and way of life work to promote division instead of inclusion. When we look at other races and cultures with an open mind instead of a closed one, we may be positively surprised.
36 Colleen Fitzpatrick
39 By Shawn Stewart
40 By Steven LeMons
Making a Difference TCC Writes features ten Trinity River student writers who are truly using their talent for making exciting things happen in their futures. Student writings are recognized by the TCC Writes Student Writing badge.
Blind Sanctuary Pilgrimage
Meaghan Pugh Find out what happens when an arrogant and irresponsible party girl meets head on with too much alcohol and a reality role only she could play.
Arial Stucker In Blind, Arial creates a world where she is Lord and Master. You may find your own eyes being opened.
Chandra Mayeux A beautifully written piece from the heart and soul.
Shade Everton Sometimes searching for the truth is not easy. Battling the demons in one‟s life can sometimes require each of us to take a pilgrimage of self determination.
Marlon Moore Bella Blues...Bella Blues
As a screen writer and entertainer Marlon‟s passion for culture and the arts is evident in his contribution, Bella Blues...Bella Blues.
Toni Wietholter Not Synonymous
With an insatiable desire for learning and inspiration, Toni returned to school and brings with her a unique and refreshing style of writing that truly is “not synonymous.”
Eric Ruvalcaba Eric‟s story is about someone who refuses to remain on a course of failure. In this story he shares his road to becoming a leader here at TCC, and how it began within himself.
Joel Miller In order to grow, some things just have to be buried.
Teya Kelly A graphic novel
Teya writes about the surprise he gets when his girlfriend brings home a new house guest with a long tail and scales.
Stupid 55 words
Brian proves that sometimes when trying to get your point across, less can be more.
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Why are all these students so excited? They are excited because they know the Writing & Learning Center now has the new Rosetta Stone language system. If you have ever wanted to learn Spanish or English, now is your time. This language program is fun and easy to use. It only takes a few minutes to sign up. After all, if you could learn a foreign language using one of the best immersion systems in the world for free, wouldnâ€™t you be this excited too?
â€˜ You were made perfectly to be loved - and surely I have loved you, in the idea of you, my whole life longâ€™. Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Thank you for over 20 years of showing your love for TCC students , and the art of teaching .
Mrs. Cheryl Roberts The faculty and staff of Trinity River would like to wish a warm farewell to Dean Cheryl Roberts, who has retired from her position as dean of humanities at the Trinity River Campus. Dean Roberts has always been extremely supportive of the faculty and staff. She was especially supportive of the Writing and Learning Center. Dean Roberts was one of the first people to become excited about the TCC Writes concept and helped guide us to our first publication. Dean Roberts is a wonderful woman who will be missed by her family at Trinity River. We wish her the best of luck in all of her future endeavors.
Last Call By Meaghan Pugh
My habit of partying too much, too hard, and too late caused me to only get a couple hours of sleep...
ndoubtedly, my high school years were the dawning of a new era in my life. Like many teenage girls, my social life, physical appearance, and possessions seemed to be more important than my work ethic, education, and, frankly, my morals. I went through stages where I acted wild, selfish, disrespectful, and unappreciative. Ironically, a careless and irresponsible decision on my part liberated me. I had unintentionally rescued myself from the brat I had become. Thank goodness I did. Two years ago, I was unfortunately still stuck in my arrogant stage. I fully relied on the obnoxiously loud and repetitive “BEEP” from the alarm clock on my phone to wake me up every morning. My mornings often started out pretty crappy because I had only a gotten a few hours of sleep the previous night. Thanks to the shots of vodka causing the freight train to run through my head, my habit of partying too much, too hard, and too late caused me to only get a couple hours of sleep. More often than not, I tried on two to three outfits before I could decide on what to wear. I probably wouldn‟t have had such a hard time choosing if I hadn‟t been going shopping for a new wardrobe once a week.
I constantly complained that the fifteen to twenty hours a week that I worked were cutting into my social life. I freaked out if I stepped on the scale and it was a pound over 110. I always made sure to remain under the speed limit, wherever I drove, because my “stingy” and “unsupportive” parents told me they weren‟t going to pay for another ticket if I got pulled over. During the seldom occasions when my parents left town, our kitchen would have empty beer bottles scattered everywhere. I had a nightly routine I followed religiously; brush my teeth, wash my face, and catch a re-run of Law and Order: Special Victims Unit on TV before I fell asleep. My main and consistent annoyances back then were my mom and dad. I was convinced we were arch enemies, and they made all of their dumb rules just to make me angry. Flash forward to the present day, over a year and a half later. I ditched my routine of using my Blackberry as an alarm clock and have discovered something far more reliable and efficient: the shrieking cries and sobs from the next room. I can‟t count how many exhausting mornings I have had in the last six months, even if I am in bed and asleep by nine. I spend seemingly endless hours during the night in a wooden rocking chair, softly singing until the only sound I hear other than myself is the ticking of the monkey clock hanging on the wall above me. I still have crappy mornings, but they are a different kind of crappy, the literal kind. Unless it‟s my lucky day, I deal with a crappy diaper and a crappy bum that needs to be cleaned every morning. I‟m still guilty of changing shirts at least twice before I head out the door, but not because I‟m indecisive; my shirts inevitably end up with prune or carrot projectile on my right shoulder. I haven‟t stopped my bad habit of shopping once a week, but my style has changed a little bit from tank tops, cut-off shorts, and little black dresses. These days, I‟m a total sucker for onesies, cute little shoes, and long-sleeved pajamas with footies. I am no longer complaining about four shifts a week waiting tables; I quit that job and have moved on to another one. Nowadays, I am a chef, a maid, a teacher, a nurse, and a personal assistant for a very demanding little guy. He requires me to work 168 hours a week, no ifs, ands, or buts, and even if we are miles apart, I‟m always on the clock. I‟m not complaining about my social life anymore because I kind of forgot what it is. The weight thing is an issue I won‟t even get in to. Let‟s just say I still get upset when I‟m on the scale and leave it at that. I still make sure that I am always being a defensive driver, but a speeding ticket from a cop is the last thing I‟m worried about. I carry the most fragile cargo I have ever come in contact with, so I would never do anything dumb or illegal that would cause
harm to the precious gift I have in my backseat. I will admit, every now and again my kitchen is still cluttered with bottles in every which direction. By bottles, I mean the blue, plastic, nine ounce bottles with nipples on top and drops of unconsumed formula lingering at the bottom. Contrary to my old lifestyle, I am lucky if I actually wash my face before I conk out. Law and Order, do they even play that on TV anymore? One aspect of my life that made a complete 180 degree turn is the way I view my parents. I have such an overwhelming amount of love, respect, gratefulness, and appreciation for everything they have done for me and given me. I now know their “dumb” rules were to protect me, save me, or help me. Two years ago, if anyone told me they were living a life similar to the one I just described, I would feel so sorry for them. I do admit, some days are far from glamorous, but the difficult moments are forgotten the instant that little toothless grin appears and melts my heart. This is the lifestyle I chose for myself, and I wouldn‟t trade or change a second of it for anything. The moment I saw those unexpected, and at the time, unwanted two pink lines, I accepted that I had to grow up, and I had to grow up right then. I accepted how chaotic my life was about to be. I accepted that my world no longer revolved around me, and I was never going to be the main priority. I accepted that it was mandatory and crucial for me to be mature, responsible, patient, nurturing, and strong. I accepted that there was going to be a living and breathing human who would be one hundred percent dependent on me to survive. I accepted that it was time to kiss my old life goodbye and kiss my new life hello. I did, literally. Six months ago, I was introduced to an innocent, angelic, six pound miracle. I am the same girl that I was two years ago. I have the same brain and the same heart, but I am nothing like the girl I was two years ago. I had to give up a lot, but I‟ve gained the greatest blessing.
Meagan was born and raised on Fort Worth‟s west side. According to Meagan, “between being a full-time student, mom and wife, I barely have time for much else. My grandmother, a published author, had me writing stories to pass the time at age six, and I have enjoyed writing ever since.” She also says that writing is therapeutic for her. Meagan plans to transfer to TCU next fall to obtain a degree in Journalism, and says she would love to have a career writing for media.
By Steven LeMons
Meet Private First Class Hector Gomez, a U.S. Marine. He is attached to the 4th Marine Division, 14th Marine Regiment; and he is also a Tarrant County College, Trinity River student. PFC Gomez spoke with us about what he likes about attending TCC and his future plans. ‚I like coming to TCC because the classes are small, which makes it easier for instructors to explain topics I have questions about. The staff is reliable and professional, which makes me confident that I will have all my questions answered. The amount of assistance and tutoring the school offers is great because they literally set my entire year up for success.‛ ‚I plan to finish TCC in two years and transfer to McCombs School of Business, at the University of Texas at Austin to pursue a Bachelor’s Degree in Business Administration. Since I also love serving my country, I will follow my military career and attend Officer Candidate School and become an officer. I am really grateful TCC is helping me achieve that dream.‛ PFC Gomez, we would like to again thank you for sharing your thoughts with us. We would also like to thank every TCC student who is currently serving or has served in our Armed Forces. Thank you, we are forever grateful.
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â€œCultural differences should not separate us from each other, but rather cultural diversity brings a collective strength that can benefit all of humanity.â€? Robert Alan Writer, artist, social activist
DIVERSITY! Celebrate it.
Korea Patricia Barker After college, I decided to teach English in South Korea for a year. A few emails and telephone interviews later, I found myself on the longest flight of my life. The plane slowly descended into Seoul at sunrise as we flew over several glittering temples perched atop mountains. I felt as if an amazing new chapter of my life had just begun, and it had. I enjoyed everything about the experience; the vast crowds, the subways, the spicy foods, the bizarre snacks in vending machines, and most of all, the thoughtful students. All too quickly, I became accustomed to students who bowed to me, erased my board, brought me gifts on holidays, and medicine when I was sick. In conversation classes, I learned from students (of all ages) as they learned from me. They taught me about their holidays, culture, and perspectives; they were equally fascinated by my experiences as an American. During my stay, I was lucky enough to meet Korean friends who showed me beautiful places like the Port of Yosu, the volcanic island of Cheju do, and Namsan Park, which overlooks Seoul. I can honestly say the experience, in its entirety, opened my mind in ways I could not have imagined at the beginning of this journey.
According to faculty sponsors Tyson McMillan and Justin Brumit, at the beginning of the 2010 spring semester, the Beta Sigma Mu chapter of Phi Theta Kappa had only 26 inductees. We are pleased to report that as of the beginning of the 2010 fall semester, Beta Sigma Mu has almost doubled its number of new inductees from 26 to 48 students, making a grand total of 74 members. It is now the largest student organization on the Trinity River campus. TCC is proud of every student who has earned the privilege of being inducted into PTK. Congratulations to each of you. Beta Sigma Mu TCC Trinity River Members Kaylee Barrera Christina Castillo Shelby Clark Victoria Collins Darlene DeMet Timothy Edmonson Lilly Espinosa Monette Forbus Gary Fragosso Rebecca Giles Zayra Gonzalez Brentley Grizzle Crystal Gutierrez Sherwin Harrison Rindy Jingle Amy Karimi Travis Kipp Ngong Kok Libna Luis Steven Marberry Michelle Mattingly Megan McDaniel James McDonald Amanda Mills Denise Mills
Eugenie Navarrete Sanup Pandey Billie Pierce Jennifer Proctor Katie Purvis Miriam Rodriguez Sarah Schrantz Deborah Scott Jacob Scribner Cheryl Sohns Claire Sumption Brakeisha Tatum Donisha Taylor Lisa Theobald Sarah Thornton Kristen West Brittany White Rachel Wilkinson Rachael Williams JaMarkus Wilson Teresa Wilson Daniel Zamora Sherri Aaron Luis Aguilar Daniel Bates
Scott Berger Ashely Bontrager Michael Bourassa Dana Boyd Tharin Bradford Chasity Downey John Frank Hugo Garcia Michael Gardner Michelle Grimes Christopher Hasty Jairo Huaman Christel Huang Jeremy Kiss Veronica Laviolette Jakelin Loya Dustin McPherson DeVontee Rayford Mayra Sansen Bethany Smith Ian Tanner Kirk Whitney
Dr. Stewart’s superhuman abilities are revealed just by his typical work day...
is presence is everywhere at once. Faculty see flashes of him in the hallway. The staff sees a flicker of him in the reflection of a window. Students see him when they are in need of help. These descriptions might sound like those of a fictional super hero, but the reality is this: Trinity River Vice President for Teaching and Learning Bryan Stewart is one of the most superhuman forces on this campus. Dr. Stewart‟s superhuman abilities are revealed by his typical work day; meeting, after meeting, after meeting. From beginning to end, Dr. Stewart‟s day is planned down to the letter by his likewise superhuman secretary, Abby Hanson. He confesses that without Abby, he wouldn‟t be sure what he was supposed to do next. Abby keeps him on schedule and makes sure the day goes as smoothly as possible (in addition to her numerous other duties). What does the vice president do between meetings? Schedule more meetings or answer the e-mails that are constantly filling up his inbox.
Emails are usually answered one of two ways: by computer or through his Smartphone. Dr. Stewart admits that one of the main functions of his job is to be the, “answer man.” He does his best to reply to all the e-mails he receives and continuously fields questions not just from students, but from faculty and other staff members. If asked how he keeps up with it all, he smiles and says this is his way of fulfilling what he believes to be one of the important campus hallmarks: open, clear communication. In order to answer these questions, Dr. Stewart is involved in as many campus activities as possible. He‟s made it his mission to sit in on at least one class taught by each of the full-time faculty members and has even made it to a few of the adjunct professors‟ classes as well. He attends all campus-wide events but says his goal for the coming year is to attend some of the great student workshops that are held on the campus. What else does he do, you ask? He is a member of TRAC, the Trinity River Academic Council. He‟s one of those responsible for hiring for the two new open dean positions. He reads through all the resumes, has interviews with the candidates, sits in on a committee interview, and interviews again. He teaches a developmental class. He acts as a soundboard for ideas. This, he says, is one of his
favorite things about his job. He loves the creativity he sees at Trinity River and enjoys hearing all the passionate new ideas and initiatives that are being considered. These powers of Dr. Stewart also extend far beyond his workplace. When most of us are still sleeping, Dr. Stewart is up at 5:30 in the morning (that‟s right), twice a week for one of his favorite hobbies: basketball. He meets with a group of fifteen to twentyfive guys twice a week to play a game which, if you watch him play, he is quite zealous about. His love of sports does not extend to just himself. He proudly says that both of his children are quite the athletes, and no wonder: Dr. Stewart coached their teams up until they each reached the seventh grade. He even led his son‟s baseball team to the national championship and won!. Dr. Stewart certainly embodies one of the other campus hallmarks: wellness. When he‟s not playing basketball with the guys, skiing with his family, or golfing (a recreational sport which he laments he‟s only able to practice about twice a month), he‟s at the gym working out. Dr. Stewart never misses one of his basketball games and rarely decides to take a day off from the gym. Without even knowing it, you‟ve probably seen him down there, pumping those big ol‟ irons. So exactly how does such a superman relax?
“Cruises,” he laughs. He explains that his family loves cruises. How much? Enough that he‟s been on somewhere between twenty-five or twenty-six of them. Nothing beats the atmosphere aboard a cruise ship, and he finds it the perfect way to relax and enjoy himself. His parents took him when he was young, and he in turn has returned the favor to his own children. He says they have been on somewhere between seven or eight cruises themselves. Even cruises must come to an end and when they do, Dr. Stewart finds himself back at the job he loves. “Trinity River is the best,” he grins. “It has the best people, it‟s the best place. I‟m excited to come to work everyday. The campus has such heart. I‟m just glad to be a part of it.” So, if you happen to see Dr. Stewart in the hallway or in the gym, be sure to give him a smile and a big high five. Because of his dedication to his work and his community, we know Trinity River will always remain safe. Samantha W indschitl is an instructional associate in Trinity River‟s Writing & Learning Center. She received her associates degree from Tarrant County College Southeast, before finishing her bachelors degree at the University of North Texas. Email Samantha at email@example.com
Writers & Artists Wanted TCC Writes Online Magazine is accepting student submissions! We are always looking for talented writers and artists for TCC Writes Online Magazine. You could have your work showcased for everyone to enjoy. Since Trinity River students are such incredible writers and artists, we look for every opportunity to showcase your outstanding work. Contributions can include any of the following:
Artwork Personal essays Poetry Short stories If you would like more information, or would like to submit samples of your work, please stop by TREF 3221 or call (817) 515-1069. Who knows? You could be the next John Grisham or Sandra Brown. All submissions should be e-mailed to firstname.lastname@example.org
“For as long as I can remember, I have had a small problem turning my assignments in on time. I seem to start in plenty of time, but for whatever reason I still find myself trying to beat a deadline at the last minute . On my last paper, I lost an entire letter grade because it was late. What strategies can you suggest that could help me manage my time better?” C+, Benbrook, Texas Dear C+, Time management is probably the bane of most college students‟ existence. We tend to think we have it under control in our everyday lives, only to find when college courses are suddenly thrown into the mix, our time management skills have to scramble to keep up. Instead of just balancing jobs, children, social time, and other obligations, we must also now balance school work and study time. For firsttime college students, this can be a daunting task. However, the best way to overcome this is to make a schedule for yourself and stick to it.
Open it to the current week. Now comes the time consuming part. You did not think opening the planner was tough did you? In each of the blocks for the days of the week, begin by writing out your schedule. What time do you have class? What time do you have work? When do the kids need to be picked up from school? When is that doctor‟s appointment? When is your term paper due?
Remember those freebies the Trinity River staff were giving away at the start of the semester? The backpacks? The pencils? The planners? At the time, you might have just grabbed the planner because it was free, but in reality, it will probably be one of the most important pieces of your day-to-day life. Planners are the best way to keep track of your schedule. It might sound time consuming, but it will be worth it, if it will prevent any more late papers. First thing you should do is fetch your planner. Is it there in front of you? Good.
Notice how everything tends to hinge around time management? With so much going on every day in your life (school, work, kids, schedule, etc.,) scheduling your time becomes a necessity. It might not seem like fun, (and it might honestly be a bit depressing when you see every minute of your time scheduled), but in the long run it will help you become more organized, less stressed, and most importantly will you get those papers turned in on time. Best of luck! ■
Organize your day and plan for free time, so you will be able to work on an assignment or study. I will point out: doing all this work will do you no good, if you do not stick with the schedule. As appealing as that last minute party invitation or some coffee with a friend sounds, if you have an assignment due, make sure you discipline yourself to follow your original plans. Another way to manage your time is to set daily goals. For example, if you have a paper due a week from today, tell yourself how much of to complete each day. If it‟s a 500 word essay, you might say, “My goal is to write 150 words a day.” This way, you will have finished a couple days early, leaving yourself time to relax, and go back and proofread your paper before it is due. These goals can also be written down in your… wait for it… planner!
If you have a question you would like to ask the professor, send your email to “Ask The Professor” email@example.com.
Art imitating life in
Black A collection of student works
Moving the emotions through the power of black and white images.; Trinity River students create art that touch the emotions and stir the soul.
Simply put, drawing is immediate gratification for me. I put pencil to paper, and I create a line. What that line does, I control. Not so simply put, I have an affinity for it. The more I learn, the more I want to learn. This is my second semester in drawing, but I have loved it my whole life. At first, I was afraid to draw something that someone else might see for fear of rejection, I guess I got over that. People have reacted uniquely to what I create. My goal, when I started this, was to become a teacher, and get a job to support my family. Creating something that moves me and moves others is kindof addicting. I have just started. I am scraping the surface of a talent, or maybe it is just an ability. Either way with training and time, oh and a lot of work, I hope to move people, motivate them, and inspire them, or just make them wonder what the heck I was thinking. Drawing is just the beginning. I know there is so much more. I am excited to find out what more there is.â– David Vest
Drawing is like capturing a moment or an idea, except you are using pictures rather than words. I hope as I grow more as an artist, my work will inspire others, and as people look at my work, they will experience a bit of what I was feeling. Every piece has a tone, usually the tone of what I was feeling when I was creating it, or possibly a tone I wished to convey to a viewer. So how a work makes you feel, when you view it, could be a preview into the artistâ€&#x;s mind.â– Jana Ayers
It does not need explanation, it has its own language. The only visual is the visual you create in your head. It has no beginning and no end. It can be done by anyone, and it can only be done by the body and mind because it is so free. I create art because that is what I do. â– Jose Torres
“I think you learn a lot about a country from its art. To me, it’s part of the drama of life. It teaches you that there are places, moments, and incidents in other cultures that genuinely have a life of their own.” Michael Palin Comedian, actor, writer, and television presenter
DIVERSITY! Celebrate it.
Laos Ting Lennartson My name is Ting Lennartson. I have been married for 14 years and have lived in Japan, off and on, for ten years. I have three children, and currently live in Fort Worth, Texas. My family moved from Laos to Kansas in 1977 and then to Texas for better job opportunities. I graduated from Haltom High School, and went on to attend TCC Northeast Campus, graduating in 1990. I then transferred to UTA. One thing about my culture is that we are all very family oriented. I am the oldest of four children, and although we do not all live in the same city, we are very close. We also dearly value our elders, as well as our traditions, such as the Laos New Year. This celebration takes place in April and includes a lot of preparation. We wear traditional dress and jewelry, and lots of food is prepared. We also attend the temple with our friends and family, where Buddhist monks hold a special ceremony. The countryside of Laos is very beautiful. The capital city is Vientiane with its mountains and rivers. Our government is a democracy and the main religion practiced in Laos is Buddhism, but everyone is free to practice any religion. The majority of Laotian people are racially related to Thai people and the native language is Lao.
By Shade Everton “By three methods we may learn wisdom: First by reflection, which is the noblest: Second, by imitation which is the easiest; and third by experience, which is the bitterest.” Confucious “The Warm Place, is this it? Geez it is hard enough to find.” “I don‟t know about this, what can they do for me really?” “I have to do something. I can‟t keep climbing in a bottle and hoping for the world to go away.” My mind raced a hundred miles an hour as I circled the block for the third time. One more time around the block, and that‟s it. I finally found the courage to park in the parking lot across the street,
and make my way toward the Warm Place. As I walked up the walkway, and up the front steps, a battle was raging in my mind over my expectations. I don‟t think this is going to work, but I have to do something. This is a beautifully restored historical home, but it looks like a funeral home from the 1800s. Not the best place for grief counseling for kids. The war raged on.
timidly slid in the front door. I was immediately confronted by two or three women in the front foyer. “Hi, Welcome to the Warm Place! Are you here for the young adult group?” one of the women blurted out. I gave a light shrug and tried to avoid eye contact. She continued on, “Just keep going up the stairs, and hang a right.” I gave a polite nod and started to trudge up the stairs. Every step I took became more and more difficult. By the time I reached the top step, it felt like my heart was pounding between my ears. As I reached for the door knob and entered the room, I thought I was going to have a panic attack. I quickly scurried across the room and grabbed the first available seat. I glanced around the room trying not to make eye contact but getting a feel for the others in the room. They were all doing the same thing. A few more trickled in, and within about ten minutes it was time to get things started. An exuberant slender woman made her way to the top of the circle of chairs and introduced herself. “Hi, my name is Katherine! Welcome to the young adult group! Please be patient with us, we are just starting this group,” she announced. The first thing they did was to hand out notebooks, and strongly encouraged everyone to keep a journal. Then to break the ice, Katherine told the story of a cat of hers that died, which left her devastated. Really? The death of your cat. I had to catch myself to keep from saying it out loud. This was not the best way to try to identify with us. Katherine then asked us to share our stories with the group. Starting on the other side of the circle the other group members started sharing their stories. First was Ellie whose father died in a snowmobile accident. Then Abby‟s dad was killed in a car accident with a drunk driver. Jeff lost his dad to a heart attack. The conversation continued around the circle. Everyone pouring out their heart in their story, and being met with simple gestures of understanding. They all belonged here. One thing I had already discovered, people who haven‟t experienced loss like this don‟t know how to react. Most people uncomfortably try to say something comforting. But people who have lived it know there really aren‟t any words that make things better. I was feeding off of this, because I found more comfort in the silent expressions, than any words I have heard. It was my turn before I knew it. My turn to throw myself and dignity up on the altar. Encouraged by the atmosphere, I simply stood up, awkwardly gave my name, and jumped right into my story.
Not holding anything back, I told about how it was hard growing up in a small town not feeling like you fit in. I experienced a hard battle with depression. Later, we had to move to DFW my senior year in high school, so I had to deal with a culture shock I thought I was ready for and wasn‟t. I put my head down and soldiered on. Things started to come together when I was nineteen. I had a good job and my first real girlfriend. After only four weeks of dating, my dad suddenly died. Six months later, my younger brother committed suicide. I got dumped, because she was afraid I was going to do the same thing. A year later my grandpa died, and I was drug into a nasty estate battle. I‟m pretty sure my uncle was trying to kill me, and so on and on. The acceptance and welcoming looks I was expecting weren‟t there. My story had sucked all the air out of the room and left a cold awkward feeling. Suddenly it hit me, I wasn‟t one of them after all. I continued to come back a few more times. I tried participating in the ridiculous exercises. I did some of the journal entries, brought things for show and tell, and wrote the stupid letter to my deceased family members, putting it in the bottle I had to decorate with things that signified them. All the while these little exercises struck me more and more with how simple and superficial they were. One of the final nails in the coffin came with a particularly ridiculous exercise, I could not even do. They told us to imagine what it would look like to be, “OK,” again. If I knew that wouldn‟t I just work to get there by myself? That‟s why I come here. I don‟t know the answer to that. That was when I knew for sure they didn‟t have any answers for me. The only way I was going to find out anything was to search within myself. Being in Fort Worth, I was haunted by the ghost of my former life. When I searched myself and found my first real answer, I wasn‟t surprised. In a bar one night, trying to drown my sorrows, an idea hit me that resonated and echoed throughout my soul. I have to get away from here! Shade comes to TCC from a small town in West Texas. Shade says that being a full-time student with a full-time job as a transit operator for the Fort Worth Transportation Authority, leaves him little time for hobbies. When asked about why he likes to write, he responded, “I really enjoy the process of writing. On one side, you have the exact words you want to say, and on the other is the exact delivery you believe your audience would like to hear. I like to see those two opposing ideas duke it out and to see what you end up with. Hoping that just maybe, someone will find some enjoyment out of reading your words.”
Bella Blues…Bella Blues… By Marlon Moore
Bella seems blue and it’s not even midnight. Did her cat run under the porch? And didn’t see her finger reaching for his nose Granny Grace can’t scream louder. Someone has shut the door Five kids out-none in. Just barrel butt and alone Water running loose in the front. All down the sides to the edge of the pave way Does it go on a water bill (Bella)? Bella seems blue and it’s not even midnight Aisle 7 didn’t have tuna and aisle 3 didn’t have any tissue Damn! Damn! Damn! Husband is late. Dinner is at seven… news was 5-5:30 Clothes were pressed at (6). The phone keeps ringing Crazy salesman can’t call no One else. Business going on here. No business of yours. Don’t call. We’re family. We’re tight. Dirty dishes peak over the sink And more things to do. Late night show is on 10:30. I think? Poor…Poor Bella seems Blue and it’s not even midnight.
Not Synonymous By Toni Jane Wietholter
little is not small, however you can be a littler smaller pretty is not beautiful, although you can be pretty beautiful. want is not need, however, need is want. Not synonymous. kid-child talk-conversation hear-listen house-home neighbor-friend woman-lady
sex-love spouse-partner faith-trust simple-easy authentic-real happy-content finished might mean done but done might not be finished.
What does it means to be a
“The world does not need a war against ‘terrorism’ it needs a culture of peace based on human rights for all.”
Irene Khan 7th Secretary General Amnesty International
DIVERSITY! Celebrate it.
Bangladesh Nilanjana Rahman What does it means to be a Bangladeshi to me? It means to know that your responsibility lies in the land you have left behind. It means to know how low human condition can get. It means to know how poor a law and order situation can be. It means to disregard the sad stories you see on the CNN, because you grew up seeing sadder stories on your way to school.
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It means to feel guilt for leaving the motherland you knew you should have helped. It means to feel helpless because you know you could not have helped her even if you laid your life down. It means to sit in front of the TV and shake your head, because another five year old was run down by a speeding bus, another teenage girl has committed suicide unable to bear the daily dose of harassment from the local hooligan. It means to know you could have been that girl. It means to feel guilt. It means to know your responsibility lies elsewhere, the difference needs to be made elsewhere.
By Steven LeMons
eet Colleen Fitzpatrick, Student Development Associate in the Trinity River Student Life Center. Colleen‟s warm smile, incredible personality, and positive attitude is infectious. She is friendly, helpful, and someone who definitely knows her stuff. In case you didn‟t know it, Colleen has a huge responsibility. She is directly responsible for student groups, clubs, and organizations; which is not a small job considering all the new clubs and organizations being established here at Trinity River. Colleen is originally from Dallas, Texas, but decided to move to St. Paul, Minnesota, to attend St. Catherine University, where she received her Bachelor of Science. While there, she worked 1 in the admissions office and student center. Having a passion for students and service learning, Colleen involved herself in multiple activities both on and off campus. Her desire has always been to work in student development, but because of the intense competition for such positions at college campuses, she didn‟t think it was possible. “I did not expect to get a student development position straight out of college. Being able to work with students both at Trinity River and in the 2 community has been and continues to be a great experience.” Well, we here at Trinity River are happy to have Colleen on our team.
If you are interested in starting a club or organization here on campus, get in touch with Colleen. She is someone who not only is making a difference in the lives of students, she is also making a big difference in the community. Thanks Colleen.
3 1. Colleen prepares for an event 2. Melinda Perez, Angel Garcia, and Colleen Fitzpatrick at Rock-N-Roll, 3. Colleen planting flowers at Project Daffodil
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By Shawn Stewart uring the mid-1990s, I taught ESL students at Brookhaven College in Dallas. It was definitely a learning experience for all of us. My classroom was full of students with names like Chung, Davoodi, Desalegn, Ebadinouri, Huynh, Lac, Pham, and Subichev. Just pronouncing all the names was a lesson in humility for me.
To me, diversity is simple…It‟s all about getting to know people and appreciating who they are. My goal as an instructor has always been to facilitate the learning process by setting an example of scholarly living and professional behavior in my classroom each and every day. I want to leave the students with a better understanding and appreciation of the English language; grammar, idioms, syntax, and subtexts.
They were from all over the world: Russia, Asia, and the Middle East. Many were young, many old; or middleaged career transitioners. They were easily some of the brightest, friendliest, funniest, and most eager to learn students I have had the pleasure of teaching.
While that sounds great on paper, sometimes just sharing a meal can be an equally powerful experience. During the mid-1990‟s, I taught ESL students at Brookhaven College in Dallas, or perhaps it would be better to say that they taught me.
People have asked me what the difference was between teaching ESL students and native speakers. The difference is really remarkable. It‟s all about attitude. Native English writers sit with their arms folded, leaning back in their chairs, almost daring me to teach them anything; ESL students sit on the edge of their seats, leaning forward and eager to learn. Many of these folks were extremely bright. They spoke several languages, had many degrees and worked for amazing companies. I was humbled by their knowledge and experience; they were grateful for my patience. If education is a two-way street, then this was the international super highway: I learned to play tennis and keep score in Russian with one of my Ukrainian students. I learned the Cyrillic alphabet. I learned about dietary restrictions during Ramadan. I ate many dishes that I could not even pronounce. I even had several offers of marriage. Diversity is a dirty word sometimes. Everybody wants to have it, but nobody can seem to define it. Is it age, race, sex, ethnicity, mental capacity, handicap, skin color, language, culture, dialect, accent, religion, marital status, sexual preference, or something else?
Shawn Stewart‟s 1996 ESL Writing & Grammar class Brookhaven College
Shawn Stewart Since leaving RealWorld, the student advertising agency at TCU, Shawn Stewart has been working as an instructional associate in the Writing and Learning Center at Trinity River Campus. He has nine years experience in public relations, media, and communications; five years in freelance writing and photography, and 20 years in higher education.
Am I a terrorist because I wear a turban around my head, have nappy hair, or almond shaped eyes? Is your fear of me based solely on ignorance, misunderstanding, or years of generational labeling? Am I your worst nightmare; a threat to your way of life, or is your way of life a threat to my existence? Am I someone who will take your money but will not work? Do you truly believe that I am an underachieving, bell-curved, over-sexed rapist, hungering for the bodies of your mothers, wives, or daughters? Or am I someone who would embrace animalistic behavior and stoop to the lowest common denominator of hate in order to take your life, or the life of someone you love? Am I someone you truly fear, or is it the monsters of insecurity lying under your bed of godlike, self-imposed superiority that is really being threatened? I am not, will not, or can not be labeled as the great evil you would have me be. I refuse to be slain by the knife of your harshest criticism, or sentenced to a life of solitary confinement in a culture where â€œland of the free and the home of the braveâ€? is the anthem? I will not be hung by the noose of your warped and desperate imagination, merely because I look different, sound different, or act different.
It is through no choosing of my own that I happen to be of another race, skin color, dialect, religion, or culture; that alone should not make me the target of your hate and your anger. Just like you, I am culturally sophisticated, intellectually astute, politically savvy, and highly educated. Although I remain incarcerated, a prisoner of misunderstanding; a victim of mistaken identity, I take pride in my gender, culture, and uniqueness. I know that I am someone special and will always be. As human beings, we all desire mutual respect, fairness, and an equal opportunity at the American dream, and so do I. I am not the great evil you have convinced yourself that I am, nor will I ever be. It is only when you choose to learn and understand more about me, you are really choosing to learn something new about yourself, and I about you. Just as you love this great country, so do I. For just like you, I live here, was raised here, and like you, I was born here; I am an American too, and I would lay down my life for this country. America, is my home. Regardless of my condition, religion, race, gender, culture or heritage I come from, I am, and will always be, proud to be an American. Steven LeMons
ometimes I sit contemplating my life, and how crazy everything became almost overnight. Day by day, I try to pinpoint exactly when this tremendous change occurred. It is as if I was suddenly caught in a wind that so rapidly threw me forth into a re-birth. Who would have thought that this once labeled failure would become a leader? I remember my upbringing, the difficulties I went through and surpassed in life, and what I made happen to myself. I was born in Southern California in the city of Palo Alto. My parents were immigrants from Mexico, and knew very little of this country. Most of our family had immigrated also, so we had people to rely on. My father spent most of his years working two jobs to maintain my mother before I came along. As our family grew, my parents found it extremely difficult to build a steady foundation. We were poor, and forced to live in the garage of one of my fatherâ€&#x;s relatives. I can still remember, as a little boy, finding my mother hiding near the bathroom with tears running down her face, and a bottle of liquor grasped in her hands.
â€œI realized that the gears of success had finally begun to move. I committed myself to opening my mind as well as my heart. I turned, from a stain on the shirt of society, into somebody who could actually make a difference and become a leader.â€?
My parents always put my brother, sister, and me before anything, in order to give us an opportunity they never had. I remember my mother waking us up every morning at five because she had to go to work cleaning hotels. She would leave us with the crossing guard at school until class started. I was a bright boy, and no one ever thought I would fail. I made straight A‟s, always participated in school events, and joined the choir. I was told I would be successful. As I grew older, I began to face the cruelty of my peers and life. I was made fun of because of my weight, the fact that my mom picked out my clothes until I was 14, and was a very smart kid. People would refer to me as nerd, fat boy, loser, and wimp. These became my nicknames. I was labeled a social outcast, and very few wanted anything to do with me as they feared their own reputation would be jeopardized. I was depressed from that point on. My grades began to rapidly decline, and I started to act out. I was deemed a failure by my classmates, parents, and even teachers. At that point my cousins had begun to follow the gang life, and I slowly followed suit. I began to smoke marijuana and drink at eleven years old. I began to despise my life, and constantly thought about suicide. When my parents finally grew tired of what I was becoming, they decided to move my family to Texas. I was doing great until I returned to my old lifestyle. I began to binge drink, use cocaine, and found comfort in all sorts of pills. I was labeled an alcoholic, drug addict, a bad influence, and a gangbanger. I was eventually court-ordered to drop out of high school during my junior year, and was forced to perform a number of tasks or I was going to go to jail. I had hit rock bottom, and I thought I would stay there for the rest of my life. All of my socalled friends were gone, and I suddenly realized I was alone. I was ready to give up when I met someone who would change my life forever. Although circumstances sent me down a separate path, I will always be grateful for the motivation I received during that short time. I got a pretty good job, received my GED in less than two weeks, and even changed my whole appearance. I was ready for a change. I actually thought I would become somebody. I did not know where to start. I worked for an entire year until I was given the opportunity to go to college. I had always thought I would never go to college. I was very nervous, but from the moment I walked onto campus, I knew I belonged here.
At first I was like any other student, not really knowing what to do. I was embarrassed at the fact I had a GED, and so I kept to myself for a good while. Soon I decided it was time to make something of myself. I eventually became president of the Psychology and Sociology Club. I was also given the opportunity to be part of the All Stars Leadership program and chosen head of The Leaders Council. I even began to grow intellectually as well as develop a love for writing. I had so many things I wanted to do, but I remained calm and tried not to overwhelm myself. I knew that greatness could not be achieved overnight, and success cannot be rushed. I realized that the gears of success had finally begun to move. I committed myself to opening my mind as well as my heart. I turned from a stain on the shirt of society into somebody that could actually make a difference and become a leader. When I remember my upbringing, the difficulties I went through and surpassed in life, and what I made happen to my life today, I think about how unexpected everything was for me. I am constantly working to better my strengths, and work with my flaws. I am beginning to live the life I was told as a boy I would have. I will succeed. Meet Eric Ruvalcaba from southern California. When asked to share his thoughts about his writing and personal goals, Eric told us, “Writing allows me to vividly express anything that goes on in my ever expanding mind. I lose myself in every letter, every word, every sentence, and I can never get enough.” Eric‟s hobbies include reading, violin, puzzles, eating, and TCC activities. His ambition is to earn a Ph.D. in Psychology and become a successful clinical psychologist with his own private practice.
Meagan was born and raised on Fort Worth‟s west side. According to Meagan, “Between being a full time student, mom and wife, I barely have time for much else. My grandmother, a published author, had me writing stories to pass the time at age six, and I have enjoyed writing ever since.” She also says that writing is therapeutic for her. Meagan plans to transfer to TCU next fall to obtain a degree in Journalism, and says she would love to have a career writing for the media.
55 Stupid Words
Brian Patman has literally been raised in Texas all his life. He first started writing when he was fifteen years old. Brian says “Believe it or not I actually like writing fiction better than poetry. I read lots of books as a child and thought, wow! I would like to write something like that!” Brian says his current writing project is a lengthy fiction story. Besides writing, he also enjoys tinkering with computers, watching anime, or reading manga. Brian plans to complete his Associates degree here at TCC, and move on to a four year college where he will pursue an advanced degree in Computer Science.
Ariel is a TCC student with a passion for writing and art. She says she loves the English language and finds beauty in the simplest of things. “My heart soars when listening to music and I create my own special world while reading.” Ariel says in the past she has always shied away from writing poetry, but once she discovered the free writing style within herself, she now finds it hard to stop. Her work speaks for itself.
A Pilgrimage of Self- Determination
Shade comes to TCC from a small town in West Texas. Shade says that being a full-time student and having a fulltime job as a transit operator for the Fort Worth Transportation Authority, leaves him little time for hobbies. When asked about why he likes to write, he responded, “I really enjoy the process of writing. On one side you have the process of finding the exact words you want to say, and on the other is the exact delivery you believe your audience would like to hear. I like to see those two opposing ideas duke it out to see what you end up with in the end. I am hoping maybe someone will find some enjoyment out of reading my words.”
Joel is from Crowley, Texas. He joined the US Army at age seventeen and spent almost eight years on active duty, including three deployments. After being honorably discharged in 2006, Joel became a father. “I don't really know if I could say I like to write, but I usually find it as a medium that lets you, „get it all out.‟ I enjoy writing about things I find difficult to speak about.” As for Joel‟s personal interests, he is an avid hunter, fisherman, paleontologist, and father to his son Hayden. He is pursuing a degree in Geology or Paleontology.
Her name is officially Jane, but her fellow classmates know her as Toni. She considers herself the quintessential "non-traditional student" because of her age and her reasons for returning to college really are very non-traditional. Toni is married, a mother of four and grandmother of twelve children. Although Toni already has her degree and teaching certificate, she says returning to TCC fulfills her need for learning, inspiration and good company. “This semester, I enrolled in Creative Writing because I yearn to give voice to the wisdoms of my experience and maturity.” “Ms. Barker is a great inspiration and educator. She had introduced me to poetry and I find it the perfect way to share some of my message. This comes as a big surprise to me because I have always regarded poetry with dislike, not reverence. There are several activities that round out my happy, healthy life; church, reading, tennis and volunteering as a tutor and helper at North High Mount Elementary. The most enjoyable activity in my schedule is my TCC Creative Writing class.”
The Making of a Leader
Meet Eric Ruvalcaba from southern California. When asked to share his thoughts about his writing and personal goals, Eric told us, “Writing allows me to vividly express anything that goes on in my ever expanding mind. I lose myself in every letter, every word, every sentence, and I can never get enough.” Eric‟s hobbies include reading, violin, puzzles, eating, and multiple TCC activities. His ambition is to earn a Ph.D. in Psychology and become a successful clinical psychologist with his own private practice.
Bella Blues...Bella Blues
Marlon attended Howard University, in Washington D.C., where he earned his Bachelor of Arts. Marlon‟s passion is to become a screen and play writer. He has been surrounded by the entertainment industry most of his adult life. Marlon began interning at BET (Black Entertainment Television) in Washington D.C. He was also fortunate enough to work with famed director and producer Bille Woodruff, some of whose credits include the movie Beauty Shop and Honey Videos. His works feature such artists as Jessica Simpson, Toni Braxton and Usher. Marlon later began working as a production assistant for Geneva Films in Los Angeles. He has also freelanced as a writer for Pride magazine in London and the Afro-American newspaper in Washington DC. Asked why he likes to write Marlon‟s response was, “Writing gives me an outlet to create. Growing up in DC, I discovered the meaning of art and culture. Writing provides a chance for me to define the world through the eyes of others.” Marlon is also currently working on a novel while simultaneously shopping a screenplay. He is focusing his studies toward earning a law degree.
Although she moved away for a period of time, Chandra Mayeux was born and raised in Fort Worth. However, her love for Fort Worth and Texas brought her back. “I started writing when I was little as a way of expressing my emotions. Writing is now one of my ways of sharing my imagination.” In her spare time, Chandra also enjoys impressionistic painting, gardening and nature crafts. When asked about reading, her reply was, “Yes I do read for entertainment. I love anime and have a large collection dating back to the late 70‟s.” Chandra decided to return to college for a career change after her child became a freshman in high school. When asked about a major, she informed us she is still thinking about it.
Teya Kelly is working hard to earn his Associate of Arts degree. His hobbies are drawing, reading, writing, and playing an Asian strategy game called Go. “I enjoy writing because I love novels and reading. My favorite author is Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. I love drawing because my grandmother and grandfather were both part-time artists. I am also a fan of Japanese manga. I have gotten so used to reading manga (right to left), that I sometimes confuse myself when drawing my own comics left to right.” When asked about his writing contribution, The Liz, Teya told us this is a true story. He states that Liz is now two feet long and extremely fat. Unlike most bearded dragons, she is not picky about whether or not her food is alive or not. Teya says that after leaving TCC, he plans to go to UTA for accounting, finance, marketing, and real estate. “I have a strong interest in economics and love almost anything that has to do with cash flow. I am highly money motivated and ambitious to nearly an impossible degree.”
â€œWhen you learn something from people, or from a culture, you accept it as a gift, and it is your lifelong commitment to preserve it and build on it.â€? "
Yo -Yo Ma Award winning cellist, Virtuoso, and composer
DIVERSITY! Celebrate it.
Spain Katherine Brooke Laura Escamilla During my journey towards becoming a fluent Spanish speaker, I studied and taught Spanish in Sevilla, Spain in the summer of 2005 and again during the 2006–2007 school year. In Spain I observed many cultural differences, ranging from eating habits and restaurant etiquette, to appropriate forms of dress (students don‟t wear sweat pants to school). And the frequent use of public transportation to the cultural view on work and social life. In Spain life and work seem intertwined. The daily schedule allows family time, work, and socializing to weave together, instead of being compartmentalized as is more typical of my life in Texas. It‟s common in Spain to see businessmen and women socializing over a “second” breakfast at a local bar café during an early morning break. Many return home during the lunch hour (from 2-4 p.m.) when stores close and restaurants open. After lunch people go back to work until 7 or 8p.m., as dinner isn't served until 9 or 10p.m. While Spain is full of colorful celebrations, including Semana Santa and La feria, the things I enjoyed most were the rhythm of daily life. Life is lived on the street; walking to and from work, catching the bus, eating outdoors at restaurant patios, and enjoying café con leche at the bar around the corner with a friend.
diversity â€œI am not my hair I am not this skin I am not your expectations no no I am not my hair I am not this skin I am a soul that lives withinâ€? India Arie
DIVERSITY! Celebrate it.
TCC Writes wants YOU! Many of you have expressed an interest in becoming a part of the Trinity River Campus magazine TCC Writes, and your voices are being heard! TCC Writes now wants to give students the opportunity to help design and create its Spring 2011 issue. If you are willing to make a commitment to excellence, and would like to be a part of something special, we are seeking you. If you have experience in:
Adobe Photoshop Adobe Illustrator Magazine layout or design Photography Writing or reporting Typing and you feel you have creative energy you are ready to unleash on the world, we would like to meet you. Stop by the Writing & Learning Center TREF 3221 no later than Friday, January 14, 2011 for more information.
Trinity River Writing & Learning Center â€œWhere your writing is our business.â€?
An Appointment with royalty
July 10, 2010
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1.Steven LeMons greets King Oyo and his entourage 2. Dr. Tahita Fulkerson delivers the official Trinity River welcome in the Energy Auditorium 3.The Queen Mother and King Oyo on the Trinity River Campus tour 4. Dr. Bryan Stewart, Dr. Fulkerson, and Vice President Adrian Rodriguez attending the King‟s Luncheon 5.King Oyo marks the location of his country by placing a pin in the library map 6. In front of the TCC star is Steven LeMons, King Oyo, and Queen Mother Best 7. Queen Mother Best, Rosemary Hamlin (the King‟s aunt), King Oyo, Steven LeMons, Dr. Robert Muñoz, Nidya Chavez, and Dr. Bryan Stewart 8. Dr. Stewart presents King Oyo with a Trinity River t-shirt 9. Dr. Fulkerson gives Queen Mother Best a warm hug 10. King Oyo sporting his TRC t-shirt before his departure from DFW
â€œPreservation of one's own culture does not require contempt or disrespect for other cultures.â€? Cesar Chavez Former labor activist and leader of the United Farm Workers
DIVERSITY! Celebrate it.
Mexico Laura Escamilla Although I am an Anglo from a small town and did not get around much, I have always felt a connection to Latin America. My best friend in elementary school was from Honduras, and my best friend since high school is from Mexico. After living in Mexico for eleven years, I feel as much Mexican as I am American. Not having any family in Mexico (with the exception of my husband and two sons), my friends became my family. I felt loved and accepted by the people of Mexico. I have so many fond memories of my time there. I think my fondest memory is when we moved from Saltillo, Coahuila to Merida, Yucatan. We took a week to drive, mainly along the coast from the Northern region of Mexico to Merida, in the Yucatan Peninsula. We took our time to get to know more of the country. Mexico is a country rich in culture and tradition. For me, now that I have returned to Texas, what made living there so wonderful were the people. I have such a connection to the people and miss them greatly. Both of my sons were born in Mexico and are proud of their mixed heritage.
Although the fall semester is in full swing, here are just a few pictures of the Trinity River faculty and staff participating in the many events taking place on campus. 3
1. Samantha Windschitl 2. (L to R) Jessica Garcia, Melinda Perez, Angela Castillo, Sheila Gonzalez, and Lisa Miller 3. Alex Potemkin, 4. Justin Brumit, Michelle Menchaka, and Patricia Barker 5. Babita Daware 6. Robin Birt 7. Teresa Schrantz 8. Phillip Morgan and Adam Baugh 9. Danelle Ellis 10. (L to R) Melinda Perez, Angel Garcia and Colleen Fitzpatrick 11. Robert Mu単oz and Tiffany Lopez-Hamilton 12. Jerry Racioppi and Dreand Johnson 13. Kristin Vinson and Louann Schultz
14. Dr. Jim Schrantz 15, Christi Duque 16. Tran Nguyen and Leslie Culp 17. Steven LeMons and Reginald Gates 18. (L to R) Carol Everhart, Chad Wooley, Tara Lawrence, and Abby Hanson 19. Shawn Stewart 20. Ting Lennartson 21. Sue Waldron 22. Lori Leach 23. Rachael Fournier and Diana Stout 24. Freddie Sandifer 25. Adrian Rodriguez and Michael Bumgardner 26. Maggie Engel and Cheryl Roberts 27. Keioka Wood
“All conflict is about difference; whether the difference is race, religion, or nationality.” John Hume 1998 Nobel Peace Prize Winner
DIVERSITY! Celebrate it.
Cuba Janet Rodriguez On September 9, 2010, I received a call from my eighty-seven year old uncle, Eduardo. He had heard on the radio that Castro was finally admitting the inefficacy of Cuba's socialist, economic, and political regime. His trembling voice overflowed with emotion. "We're going home," he softly cried out. My uncle Eduardo, an exiled Cuban has lived in Florida for more than 40 years, yet he has never owned a house. When ask about it, mortified he claims that his house is in Caimito, waiting amongst the chririmoya and mango trees for his arrival. Most of his contemporaries have long passed, but if you look carefully into his sad tired eyes, you can see them there. Only when someone calls out the miracle word, Cuba, will his eyes light up with vivacity. Family members suspect that the prospect of going back home is keeping him alive. Three days later, the newspaper read, "former Cuban dictator Fidel Castro sought to clarify his remarks by saying they meant exactly the opposite."
In order to grow, some things just have to be buried
By Joel Miller
ne hundred and forty miles to be exact. That is how far it is to the most peaceful spot in my world. Just south of the little town of Brownwood, Texas, is a small plot of land deemed the ‚Cate Ranch.‛ To most people, it is a sad little piece of land in the middle of nowhere. At only about 250 acres, it really is not much of a ranch; however, we do have a few head of cattle to maintain the agricultural tax exemption. The land belonged to my dad’s late father and now is, in part his. I spent many long weekends roaming around the place learning how to track and shoot anything that crawled, flew, or burrowed. I remember my dad calling me several times a year and informing me he was in need of some ‚pasture time.‛ It was his break. Being a Vietnam veteran, and almost 30 year veteran of the police force, caused him to enjoy the solitude and quiet in a much more profound way than most do. I certainly never understood why he could be content sitting in a folding chair on the bank of the stock tank just watching the fields for hours. If I had been younger, I would have found something to entertain myself, but as an adult, I would let him have his moments before pestering him about things that needed to be done before the next hunting season. This was our usual routine; he would sit and reflect, and my mind would whirl about in abandon with ideas, worries, and basically just life. I was in the Army at the time, newly stationed at Ft. Hood, Texas. It worked out conveniently that our place was roughly the same distance for both of us to travel. Saturday Feb. 7th, 2004. Many things differed about this trip to the place than previous ones. For starters, I knew it would be my last for at least a year. My unit was deploying to Iraq in less than a week. Dad also seemed different. Having served himself, I was counting on him not getting all worked up about me leaving. Thankfully he did not; however, he did ask me to sit with him and talk that last evening. As we sat watching the sunset across the south Texas hill country, he asked me if I had ever wondered why he never talked about his time spent in Vietnam.
To which I replied, ‚I have wondered, especially with my own situation arising, but I always figured if you wanted to talk about it you would.‛ He nodded his head in agreement, and sat there in silence once again. As darkness set in, and the mosquitoes began to feast upon us, he quietly said, ‚We will talk when you get home.‛ The finality in his voice left no room for argument or question. The few remaining days passed quickly and I was off to parts unknown. I still feel as though I aged tenfold compared to the amount of time I was gone. The seasons marched through their pace on the little 250 acre ranch we loved. Armadillos dug up fence posts, raccoons pilfered the little garden his mom kept. He told me in a letter that the little male and female foxes we had watched for a few seasons had a new litter, and he was hoping coyotes would not get to them. Amidst the bombings and gunfire, deaths and injuries, and constant roar of military action, I found that even just thinking about those slow quiet nights could set me at ease.
aturday, April 9th, 2005. I had been home less than a month. I had a few weeks of redeployment annoyance to put up with, but finally had signed out on leave. I spent a solid week with my wife, never letting her out of my sight. You really learn what is important when you have the possibility of losing it. My dad had called the night previously; I had not really had a chance to talk with him yet. I obviously had seen both my parents, and other relatives to welcome me home, but with all the hustle and bustle of five thousand plus soldiers coming in, chats were kept short. ‚You need some pasture time?‛ he asked me. ‚Like you wouldn’t believe,‛ I replied. ‚See you tomorrow‛ he said, a sense of dread in his voice. Up until this point I had forgotten all about our last conversation out there. I spent the majority of the drive hoping he would understand enough, having his own demons from the past, not to ask too many questions. That night, we sat on the hillside watching the sunset. I felt like it had been a lifetime since I was there. After an hour I noticed I was not preoccupied. Nothing was beating its way into the front of my mind, save one concern. He was going to ask. The silence was finally broken by him:
“Remember I told you we’d talk when you got home?‛ he said, still gazing out into nothing. ‚Yes sir,‛ I replied. ‚Anything you want to talk about?‛ he asked gravely. My mind exploded with vivid scenes of things you never want to remember, but will never be able to forget. Sights, colors, smells, and sounds all engulf you in a way you will only understand if you have been through it. I felt the dread rising in me, but before I could begin, he quietly said, ‚Some things you just have to bury, and deal with them on your own. Talking about it will only keep it fresh in your mind, and trust me son, it will never go away.‛ I was about to argue that every psychologist or therapist in the world just felt a slap in the face by his comment, but I didn’t. I looked at him, and for the first time really saw him sitting in that little folding chair. With his face toward the sun, arms crossed and feet pointed down the hill. In his eyes I could see he was seeing things from a different time and place. I sat back in my chair and let the isolation of our little place quiet my thoughts. After many more hours, well into the night, he
looked over to me and said, ‚Now you understand. It was not a question, but an explanation. I did understand, in a way that only a few do, and so we sat, and lost ourselves in the quiet.
Joel Miller Joel is from Crowley, Texas. He joined the US Army at age seventeen and spent almost eight years on active duty, including three deployments. After being honorably discharged in 2006, Joel became a father. ‚I don't really know if I could say I like to write, but I usually find it as a medium that lets you, ‘get it all out.’ I enjoy writing about things I find difficult to speak about.‛ As for Joel’s personal interests, he is an avid hunter, fisherman, paleontologist, and father to his son Hayden. He is pursuing a degree in Geology or Paleontology.
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Trinity River Campus hosts North Texas Writing Centers Association By Shawn Stewart The Writing and Learning Center at Trinity River Campus hosted the fall meeting of the North Texas Writing Centers Association on Friday, Oct. 15th, in the Win conference room at Tarrant County College‟s Trinity River Campus. About 30 visitors from Collin College, Dallas Baptist University, Dallas County Community College, Tarleton State University, Texas Christian University, Weatherford College, as well as TCC, attended the event. This year‟s speaker was Elisabeth Piedmont-Marton, associate professor of English at Southwestern University. Piedmont-Marton‟s presentation was “What You Counted Doesn‟t Count: Assessment and the Writing Center‟s Black Box Problem.” She discussed the challenges of proving writing center efficacy and tying it into the university‟s learning outcomes beyond just providing raw usage numbers, her suggestions included honoring the purpose of the center, thinking longitudinally, connecting with the curricular mainstream, and creating a culture of writing across the disciplines. “Input from faculty is an outcome,” she emphasized. There were also tutor reflections, with a roundtable representing DBU, TCU, and TSU discussing best practices. The Writing & Learning Center led a discussion on, “The Future of Writing and Learning Centers.” We would like to thank UMoveFree.com apartment locators for sponsoring the door prizes for this event.
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â€œTolerance, inter-cultural dialogue and respect for diversity are more essential than ever in a world where peoples are becoming more and more closely interconnectedâ€? Kofi Annan Former Secretary-General of the United Nations
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Fiji Babita Daware I was born in Fiji, but when I was a child I moved to the United States with my family. My ancestors are from India and I am the fourth or fifth generation Indian in Fiji. Fiji used to be a British colony, the same as India and the United States. Fiji has newspapers printed in three languages: English, Fijian, and Hindi. All three languages are taught in school as well. The population is less than one million and people of Indian heritage make up about half of the population. One of the best things about living in Fiji is the number of holidays. Religious holidays from the three major faiths of Christianity, Hinduism, and Islam are observed with national holidays. The Fijian cuisine is mostly comprised of island foods with many seafood dishes and tropical plants used in meals.
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Stupid 55 words By Brian Patman
Stupid 55 words No novel is that short Or even poetry How do you show an interaction In only 55 words? How do you build characters And flesh them out? And how can you introduce conflict? Stupid 55 words I hate being restricted like that. I canâ€™t write with 55 words So I wrote fifty-six Instead
Thanks to all our contributors for helping us make the 2010 fall issue our best yet!
Student Writing Contributors Shade Everton Hector Gomez Teya Kelly Chandra Mayeux Joel Miller Marlon Moore Brian Patman Meagan Pugh Eric Ruvalcaba Ariel Stucker Toni Wietholter
Student Artists Jana Ayers Jose Torres David Vest
Faculty Contributors Patricia Barker Katherine Winfrey-Brooke Justin Brumit Angel Fernandez Tyson McMillan Nilanjana Rahman Janet Rodriguez Dr. Jim Schrantz Dr. Bryan Stewart
Support Staff Contributors Babita Daware Maggie Engel Laura Escamilla Colleen Fitzpatrick Jessica Garcia Abby Hanson Ting Lennartson Shawn Stewart Samantha Windschitl
Special World Lounge and Diversity Graphics Brandon Tucker
Editors Maggie Engel Steven LeMons Shawn Stewart Samantha Windschitl
Photographers Steven LeMons Shawn Stewart Brandon Tucker
World Lounge Project Committee Danelle Ellis Dr. Tahita Fulkerson Steven LeMons Brandon Tucker
Special Thanks Cheryl Roberts The Trinity River English Department
A special thank you to all the Trinity River students, faculty, and staff for supporting TCC Writes and helping us make this magazine possible.
â€œWe become not a melting pot but a beautiful mosaic. Different people, different beliefs, different yearnings, different hopes, different dreams.â€? Jimmy Carter Former U.S. President
As our campus continually evolves, it represents a beautiful mosaic of students, faculty, and staff that becomes Trinity River culture. Thro...