The 2010 summer semester at CSU has been a challenging experience. It is not recommended that anyone should take 12 credit hours (4 courses) in such a short semester. Five weeks of class and a week of finals are a bit much. Two classes only tested twice during the semester. Let me make it clear that is one mid-term Exam and one Final exam, which means each test accounted for 50% of the final grade. However, each instructor allowed students to write an extra credit report (worth up to 10 points). Summer Semester 2010 grades: Applied Calculus (B), Global Economic Issues (C), Principles of Management (B), and Principles of Marketing (A).
During the summer semester I realized that our college institutions are blessed with instructor diversity. However, cultural sensitivity training is a must for instructors coming from other countries or other cultures. I had a difficult time with one instructor rescheduling my final exam. Unfortunately, I had to go through the Dean in order for me to reschedule a final exam. This was an awesome instructor, and I enjoyed his skills and ability to teach his subject matter. It is never my intention to draw attention to instructor imperfection, but despite like or dislike some situations are unavoidable. There was a social or cultural communication error, and there may need to be an adjustment to new instructor orientation (if such an activity takes place).
The last week of the summer semester I lost my father, which meant that I had to reschedule two final exams to allow for his burial. My biological father passed away in February 2005. Unfortunately, I didn't know him very well. In fact, he never told me that he loved me. The man we buried in August 2010 was my biological mother's brother-in-law. He was married to my aunt. See, my biological mother was killed in a car accident when I was eight years old. My mother's baby-sister begged my grandmother to raise me. As a result, I was raised by my aunt and uncle with their two children and we were raised as siblings.
I pay homage to Jesse LaFranza Turner, Sr for stepping up to the plate and allowing my aunt to bring me into their household and raise me as their oldest child. It has been a blessing to me, and J.T. will certainly be missed. Together Jesse and Mary Taylor (married 48 years) have been a parent to me, grandparents to my children and great-grandparents to my grandchildren.
Much Love, Faye
