tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607441577481793848.post8233421025597882927..comments2023-10-06T08:39:20.751-07:00Comments on Kat's Meow: Puente Stories: "Karly"; or, how one student has changed the "immigration debate" in our house foreverKathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03543466907767721445noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607441577481793848.post-82190712874873449832010-05-20T13:38:01.099-07:002010-05-20T13:38:01.099-07:00I just realized I didn't comment on this (I re...I just realized I didn't comment on this (I read it in the car on Cardo's phone).<br /><br />Just wanted to let you know that it's stuck with me, especially your idea of the global lottery.vhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17854030795263204694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5607441577481793848.post-11535647727232087592010-05-15T12:01:34.117-07:002010-05-15T12:01:34.117-07:00Another tear jerker, but for a completely differen...Another tear jerker, but for a completely different reason. It's so hard to not get emotionally involved with our students' lives, yet to get involved is equally difficult. <br /><br />While at NAU, I had a student at the beginning one semester who I knew was having trouble getting his tuition paid. Financial Aid wasn't helping him out, something about his family making too much, yet he got no financial help from them, or somthing like that. He kept coming to class, though, and although his writing was not quite up to par (actually far from it), he kept trying and he really cared. Finally, one day he came to class, participated in discussion and turned in his essay. When class was dismissed, he stayed behind. He thanked me for class, said he'd enjoyed it so far, and that he didn't want to disturb class by talking to me before it started. He told me that he had to leave the university because he wasn't able to find any means of paying, and he'd reached the deadline for paying it. He said he'd return home, back to the manual labor that he'd been doing before, and try to save up enough money for the next year. I was heartbroken for him. I'd already been talking to him about possible avenues to try and he said he had tried everything yet nothing panned out. I realized how unfair our system is, that although university is supposedly open to everyone, it's really not. It is, in reality, an ivory tower. <br /><br />The thing that broke my heart even more -- he asked me to please still grade his essay and to e-mail him his grade and comments.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com