When I walk into my business creativity class it has a haze of sleepiness in the room. It is 8am Monday morning and the lights are still deemed because no one wants, but probably all, need the lights turned on to waken them up. The teacher Steve Stovall is at the helm of the room when I am approaching my seat busting out some David Letterman monologue that is half way not ignorable because so funny.
I choose that morning, and every other morning to sit with a friend named Jake Brown and always have good banter back and forth for the minute before class starts as we are talking about our weekends. Stovall walks to the door to put up the sign stating you are late and must sing to get in class. There are usually stragglers being this is an 8am class. Haley is a prime suspect but never a bad one. She doesn’t quite hate it but always does the singing with a sigh. This morning she has chosen to sing a song dating back to all of our childhoods from the movie jungle book. Which brings all the class a soft smile and seems to wake every ups from their Monday morning blues.
Class has now started and we break away into our groups. It is a very smoothly flowing and creative class. Free of any judgment from fellow scholars. Some days more laugher than work goes on in the class. And that’s not to say there isn’t work but Stovall insists that laughter is in the whole process, its makes us more creative, Its my favorite class. But not this day. We are assigned a group project that is worth 30% of our grade about selling a product that we invent. We are instructed to go to the library or somewhere else that no one is at and begin brainstorming. My group and I head out of class and the class is over.
I came to Fort Lewis College in the fall semester of 2012 without having a clue as to the direction I intended to go and to be honest I still am a bit lost. I have realized that college courses ignite my interests more than classes I had taken in high school. I enrolled in courses like I was the new kid at a middle school both scared and excited. I was down for whatever. I was just trying to find my niche. I didn’t take the traditional freshman math path. I skipped taking English and Math at first for various reasons. I took Sociology the semester of my freshman year and was amazed by the course. I declared it to be my major and haven’t looked back since. I am working towards a minor in Business Marketing and may get a double major.
After the first hour of the first day of Composition 250, I realized I am going to enjoy this class. It is run like many of my classes in Sociology. We circle the desks and have a group discussion with ample input from the entire class. Often we have more extensive discussions than some of my upper division Sociology classes. William Mangrum, our instructor emphasizes it is important that everyone add something to each class. Everyone is accountable to be the best scholar that they can.
Professor Mangrum asks each of us in class to be “observant” and “participate.” These traits have become familiar to me during my pursuit of a Sociology degree. Being an observant participant not only encourages me to share my perspectives on class subjects, it also does the same for the other Composition 250 scholars.
Finally after many class sessions using the process of being an observant participant, I will report what I have observed. Through practice, I am able to post broad observations involving course discussions with more intensity and speed than I have been able in previous classes. My thoughts concerning many subjects including Composition 250 will be viewed by not only my classmates but many others as well.