After reading the headline in the school newspaper, "Students don't care" and then reading the article only to find out what they don't care about is this upcoming election, but more than that, students don't care about anything to do with America today. Unless it has to do with money, clothes, their car, their new i-pod, cell phone...name anything else material...they don't care about anything of substance.
After speaking with several students about the lack of empathy for the war, government, the election, about anything. They stated the main reason they don't care is because the politicians don't care about them. They (students) are nothing more than a sound bite and a hopeful vote for, pick any politician. So, based on that, why should they care? Why should they vote? The war doesn't directly impact them because they know they won't get drafted. Therefore, the war is b.s., but ultimately in the long run, who cares. They're safe here at home. Which leaves me to question the males who went on their 18th birthday to register, did they just see it as an obligation, and did they take into consideration at all about what it was they were signing? My answer was in the expression on their faces. The answer was clearly, no.
I saw their point and I knew that anything I had to say would just fall on ears filled with i-pod headphones.
However, what I see lacking in the youth of America and what I find most disturbing is the feeling and the sense that they matter. That one person can make a difference and that one person can change the world or the world of one person on any given day. When I was 19 my plan was to go to South America and save the rainforests and god dammit! I was going to do it all by myself if it came to that!
Obviously the full level of my cynicism didn't happen until a few years later.
I understand that they have seen and experienced images, and lies, and more political spin than most of us seen before we attended our first college frat party, but still. Where's the hope? If the hope is dead already, then god, I don't want to know the level of cynicism in 10-20 years. If they aren't willing to go vote, or even willing to register to vote, then I don't see a commitment happening in their future of making it to the ballot box come election day when they have kids and are living in a different shade of beige in suburbia USA.
I don't know what the answer is other than trying to get the message across to one person at a time and hopefully it catches onto the next and then the next. Call me hopeful that something as simple as open conversation could cause such a radical effect. However, someone needs to wear rose colored glasses, I'll be happy to volunteer.
If you're looking for your daily dose of, can do it-ness, please, read the following article. Regardless of your political affiliation I think we can all use a little, hell ya, this morning. color me inspired.
Friday, November 03, 2006
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We do a lot of "rock the vote"-ing here at Big Name U, mostly because our students wouldn't get out and do anything if we didn't lure them in with free pizza first. It's disheartening. It's also frustrating for me to watch an entire generation of students back one candidate (who I also happened to be backing, but for actual, sound reasons) because he was the MTV favorite. Mass media isn't attempting to get this generation to vote in general, they're trying to get them to vote for a specific candidate. We're teaching them herd mentality and it's going to be a disaster eventually!
Rose colored glasses make my eyes itch, and leave that weird classes indent on my nose. ;)
Steve~
bre: Ah, herd mentality, lovely.
Yes, lots..actually, I think every, canidate has been to big name U, here.
Steve: One must be careful when wearing the rose colored glasses.
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