Thursday, April 21, 2011

Essay 4.1


The Severity of an Unexcused Absence

            I can always feel it coming. That uncomfortable feeling in the back of your throat, the hesitation when you swallow, and even the achiness in your neck. When I get sick, I always know ahead of time. Getting sick in college, however, has been a completely new experience for me. The week before spring break I woke up one morning and felt it. The mucus from my unusually runny nose had begun to coat my throat and I just knew that the day ahead of me was going to be rough. Without my mom around to bring me medicine or orange juice, I dangerously balanced on the top of my chair as I reached to the top of my closet to access my medicine basket. Had I fallen, I really think I would have just given up for the day and laid there until my roommate returned to get me up. Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it) I was able to grab my bottle of Ibuprofen and move forward with my day. I stuffed my pockets with tissues and went down to the dining hall to get some orange juice. I felt alright at that point. On the sickometer, I would give it a 5. However, as the day went on, I started to feel worse and worse. My head ached and my neck was stiff. All I wanted to do was find as many blankets as possible, crawl in bed and heat up some tomato soup for myself. I managed to get through my classes and work and finally got back to my room at around 7:15. I reset my alarm for the next morning, loaded up on Ibuprofen, and went to bed.
            As soon as my alarm went of in the morning, I could feel that the sickometer had moved up to a ten overnight and I was incapable of leaving my room. Even if I could, I did not want to risk infecting all of my classmates and ruining the weekend of somebody else. As sick as I was, I realized I still had one more issue to factor in: the absence policy for the theater department states that “The only absences that will be excused are those due to a verifiable emergency such as: illness requiring attention by a health care provider; the hospitalization, death, or serious illness of a family member; or required appearance in a court of law” and that “After one unexcused absence, each unexcused absence will lower the final grade 1/3 point (A to A-, B- to C+, etc.)” (Current Student Resources, para. 1). While some of my classes outside of the department offer a few “free” unexcused absences, my grade will still be docked once those days pass.  What makes this serious is that if my GPA is ever to drop below a 3.0 by the end of spring semester my freshman, sophomore, or junior year, I lose my scholarship that allows me to be here. For me, this is not just another college. Ithaca College, to me, is a dream that I have been given the chance to fulfill. Theater behind the scenes has been my passion since I discovered it in 4th grade. It is the perfect combination of artistic expression, nerdy technical gadgetry, and rugged construction ideas that satisfies all of my aspirations. The theater program at Ithaca College is ranked among the top ten in the nation, essentially making it an Ivy League level program. Students go through auditions and interviews to get in, spend up to 80 hours a week working on productions and doing the assortment of assigned projects for design and technical classes, and on top of that, at least a third of the total 18-20 students entering will be cut from the program with in the first two years just because the teachers do not see enough potential in them. Graduating students often find work at the Broadway level, which is certainly on the top of my “To-Do” list in life. So, in essence, my dream is currently at stake because I’m too sick to attend one day of class.
            There are a few reasons why this makes absolutely no sense to me. First, college courses are a consumable product. We, as students, are the consumer. According to CollegeBoard, an organization that many of us took advantage of to research schools and find good matches, the cost per credit hour at Ithaca College is $1,121. This averages out to approximately $80 per individual class. Imagine going to a restaurant, ordering a nice meal, and then getting full about half way through the meal. Then, your waiter comes over to your table and says “Oh, at this establishment we require you to finish your meal or else we charge a ‘food-wasting’ fee”. In the end, I would have been better off ordering a smaller meal resulting in less profit for the restaurant. The same idea applies to college. A student would be pressured into dropping classes that they are missing a lot of, thusly paying the school less money.
            In addition, the purpose of a grading system is to represent the amount of knowledge as student has shown on the given topic of a class. According to the standards kept at Harvard University, a grade represents “the quality and quantity of your work submitted throughout the term”(Harvard 1). In other words, all that a professor should judge when determining the grade of an individual is the body of work completed by the student. Therefore, lowering a grade for missed classes would be an inaccurate representation of the knowledge a student has shown.
            So, how necessary is it that I should feel obliged to crawl my way across campus to class? Under the current policy, I received a 2.98 GPA after fall semester. This was a result of missing two classes past the allotted amount in my U.S. Politics class. Had I attended those classes, my GPA would have been a 3.12. Had this occurred at the end of spring semester, missing two classes essentially would have been grounds for me to not be able to return to Ithaca. To answer my question, even under feverish conditions, the policies set up by the college and its individual professors forced me to leave my room and participate in classes all day long.
Soon I encountered a second feeling that I can always foresee. A slight constant gag, a harsh turning in my stomach, and an increased heaviness in breathing. I ran out of my Basic Lighting and Sound Technology class and found the closest bathroom. I returned to class without mentioning what had happened and attempted to catch up the notes I had missed.
As Thoreau, author of Walden, said, "That government is best which governs least". I feel that as adults, we students can maintain responsibility for attending class on our own and even if we cannot, the beneficiary of our money should not penalize that decision. The college setting is no place for an absence policy.



Works Cited
1.       "Grades – Harvard Summer School 2010 – Boston/Cambridge." Harvard Summer School | Summer College Courses & Summer Programs. Web. 14 Apr. 2011
2.       Pestello, Fred P. "The Social Construction of Grades." Teaching Sociology. American Sociological Association. 414-17. Jstor, 2008. Web. 14 Apr. 2011.
3.    "Ithaca College." Collegeboard.com. Collegeboard, 2010. Web. 14 Apr. 2011.
4.       Byron, Lee. "Attedance Policy for B.F.A. Classes." Ithaca College Theater Dept., 30 Jan. 2011. Web. 14 Apr. 2011.
 

Monday, April 18, 2011

Reflection Essay 3

Although this essay is not completely finished for me, I still feel like I can reflect on this paper. For me, it was a completely revolutionary experience in writing. I had to fight my urges to just argue my point with no holds what so ever. Passive voice was almost encouraged, another idea I have never dealt with. Topic choice seemed to be the biggest issue for me. Many of my classmates chose issues where you would have a successful argument if you changed the mind of an opposing audience. For me, finding a topic that could be suggested to have no difference or no change for the audience in terms of view point seemed crucial. Instead of suggesting that Broadway producers start doing completely different shows or appealed to a completely different audience, I proposed a "best of both worlds scenario" in which they could achieve mass appeal as well as strive to maintain an artistic ideology that production staff members strive to reach. I feel that this approach was perfect for the compromising aspect of this paper. It allowed me to stay away from more controversial topics.

Friday, April 15, 2011

Prewriting Essay 4

Topic: For the average theater student, there are not nearly enough hours in a day.

Looking back at this week, or even this year as a whole, I am truly amazed at not only the amount of work I accomplish on a daily basis, but also the amount of work I am expected to accomplish by a group of 8 professors who have claimed my life for the next four years. As a major in the Theater Production Arts program at Ithaca College, I spend my days doing homework form 8-12, classes from 12-3 and then crew from 3-midnight. All week I wait for the weekend so I can finally have a chance to sleep in and attempt to catch up on my life. Maybe I'll call home, maybe I'll watch a movie, but whatever I do, I use that time to decompress. After working through a week of a two plate drafting assignment, I finally made it. It was Sunday morning; the god given day of rest had finally arrived. Across the nation millions of Americans had shut off their alarms the night before so they could catch up the much needed rest that they deserved (insert statistics on average waking time). Unfortunately, this week I would not get that opportunity. Out of nowhere, my alarm screams and beeps annoyingly at quarter past 7 to wake me up for my work call 45 minutes later. I was called today from 8am until midnight to prepare for the approaching tech rehearsal for a production of a musical called Baby being put on by the college. I crawled out of bed trying not to wake my roommate, showered, and threw on whatever work clothes I could find in the dark.




Prewriting Session 2
As I exited Dillingham, I could barely feel my feet under me. I felt as though any small wind could push me over at any moment. It was finally time for my one hour lunch break after four hours of work, to which I would return to start another four hour session. As I walked across the quad to Campus Center, I passed fellow Ithaca college students relaxing on the green, slacklining, playing frisbee, or even just reading a book.