Isn’t she a delightful, delectable beauty?! The average Bahamian would say yes, and I would have to agree. I love fresh conch salad [pronounced kunk or kawnk]. Strombus gigas, as it is referred to in the bio world, is a sea mollusk that lives in a shell. Continue reading
The College of the Bahamas is the Bahamas’ leading post-secondary education institution and have recently made headlines as the Bahamian government has plans to “cut subsidies to the college by as much as 45 per cent over the next five years,” this and more according to the Tribune news website.
There are also talks of increasing college tuition but students are up in arms because the current campus conditions are not worthy of the proposed increase.
There have been talks about getting the college to university status since I was there 2006-2009 but it seems like things have gotten worse. The College of the Bahamas Union of Students (COBUS) along with a band of other students reportedly marched to the Ministry of Education’s office as they prepared to meet Mr. Jerome Fitzgerald, the Minister of Education.
What the government is proposing will harm “the dreams and aspirations of mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, grandparents, aunts and uncles who’ve envisioned a better Bahamas for their offspring; whose life work has been to build a nation by educating their children in an institution whose essence was the development of their country,” COBUS said.
The government needs to get their ish together! Last month when everyone was going crazy about the gambling referendum they should have been focused on this matter. Priorities of the government…tsk, tsk.
Back in the day in primary school teachers were up at the top next to parents. Their word was pretty much gospel even if you couldn’t stand them. When a teacher entered the room you had to immediately get up from your chair and greet them. I remember my friends and I dragging out “Good mornin’ Ms. a Kinney, good morning friends” It was a slow death if you had to listen to it but it made me wonder if kids today still do that — stand when a teacher enters the room.
As of late I have also been working on a project with the National Teachers Hall of Fame in an effort to raise awareness about them and hopefully get more people honor the teachers that may have made a difference in their lives. You can donate to the hall and include the name of a teacher you would like to honor, purchase a block to put on the wall of fame or make web connections. My classmates and I want teachers and students alike to share their photos, letters and stories of the teachers they want to honor.
With the tragic deaths at Sandy Hook Elementary, we all can see that there are teachers that go above and beyond their duty to educate children. They have given their lives protecting them so surely one dollar to an organization dedicated to honoring the memory of those lost and those still here should be a small task.
If you have pictures, letters or stories that you want to share of how your teacher has impacted your life, send emails to: firstname.lastname@example.org
One of my favorite teachers was my 3rd grade teacher Ms. J. Mckinney. She was not the best singer, lol, but she was pretty great and speedy writer on the chalkboard. It was in her class that I first started writing, even though it was basically me copying word for word the Mary-Kate and Ashley Adventures.
When you live on an surrounded by water people think that you must obviously spend much of your time on the beach basking in the sun darkening my already chocolate tan. Well sorry to disappoint but it’s rarely ever this way. I’m a college student, I gata work or spend time looking for a job so on those beautifully warm days when the sea is so mesmerizing, I’m on my feet an entire shift in a cold kitchen or trying to get behind a desk with a computer and put some files into a cabinet drawer. And on the days I do get off, I want to sleep or maybe catch a movie. Continue reading
Recently in a class we read a story about a son whose father was a bricklayer while he was more of the office type, suit wearing. As I recall, the father built with his hands the buildings he could not get into but he worked so that his son could get into them. And although they were separated by this class structure, there was still that mutual respect, the father toward his son for doing what he loved and the son toward his father in admiration for his hard work.
During the class discussion, it got me thinking about my own life and how similar it is for myself and other young Bahamians whose parents may or may not have finished all of high school much less college, but we as offspring are college bound and aren’t taking up the traditional jobs.
Historically, Abaco is known for boat building and many of the men were and still are fisherman. My dad has been a self-employed fisherman for 20+ years and I remember him telling me stories of going out on his little dinghy boat going sculling and making his few dollars as kid and even just enjoying the ocean. I suppose that’s where I get my love of the sea from. Sadly, I can barely swim). Every morning at the crack of dawn my dad is usually up standing on the car porch in the yard looking out towards the sea checking the day’s weather. I would sometimes get up and stand next to him and pretend I was checking too, but I couldn’t tell you nothing beyond it was cold. He would be out for most of the day and would walk home a few blocks from the beach he “parked his boat” at. This was most of his days. Nowadays, he sometimes has marine biology groups and other tourist types come and take them out to do deep-sea dives and coral studies, although it isn’t a major part of his work routine.
I sometimes wondered if he used to wish I was a boy so that I could follow in his line of work and become a fisherman too. I spend my days writing articles, blogs and giving interviews for more stories as I try to build my journalism writing experience and gain experience as public relations major. It’s a far cry from learning how to plot ocean maps and plot GPS points for crawfish traps during crawfish season.
Although these seem like two different worlds, we do share one thing in common: we’re doing what we enjoy. That is something I hope to continue to do, being as I’m still just a college student there’ll probably be times where I have to decide whether it’s more important to do what I love or make money and pay the bills.
I can’t take a conch out of the shell and my dad probably knows little about writing a press release. But when I go home for holidays and breaks I can still share some of my articles and stories and I know he supports whatever it is I want to do.
I think my dad, like other parents, work hard to give their kids the opportunities they didn’t have to make their lives easier. Whether it be behind an office desk or on the open seas, what’s most important to remember is that hard work pays off and doing what you love makes the work worthwhile.