When
I remember the first day in class when Prof. Pittmann told us that we needed to
do a blog for the class I thought that it would be an easy job for me to do,
since I love anything computer related. This reaction lasted till the moment
that I began writing my first post. I think that it took me several hours for
me to think what I would write for everyone to read. The only thing that calms
me a little was that everybody else was put to do the same thing, so that
helped me not to feel lonely. I remember
that when I finished that first post, I rested like a baby. That same night
when I reflected on everything I did that day, and I notice that I could cross
out “Do the first post” I was extremely happy. Then as the next posts were
assigned, I dominated it with less difficulty. Today, I made my last changes to
this blog and this will be my last post on it, but I would let know everybody
reading this if in the future I decide to make a new blog for you to follow me.
Writing on this blog I believe that made me a better person because for example
it made me feel less shy and be a simpler person. This was a very productive assignment
for me. On this last post, I want to give special thanks to the professor but
also to every person on my group, which commented on every single post I made.
I know that you guys did it because you wanted to and not because you were
assigned to do it. Hahaha
Monday, December 2, 2013
Competition and Cooperation in Puerto Rico
I
am very amazed that an American came to Puerto Rico and choose to write about
the cheating problem happening at Puerto Rico. I know that for a professor
(specially Jim Cooper who is a “continental” one) that may be something
shocking but for me this is not significant. Maybe it is because I am a student
and I see this environment from another point of view from Jim Cooper. I have
plenty of personal experiences on this topic but I promise that I am not the
one cheating in all of them. The way in which Cooper introduces the problem
sounds awful, if people who have never been here at Puerto Rico read this, they
may think that we are opportunist and that everyone reaches their goal
cheating. But it is not like that, for example, I have two friends that could be
taking the Medical College Admission Test, and I know that if they have the key
to it, they would not used it because of not trusting someone.
Competition and cooperation are two ways different approaching to life, but in this aspect
both of them have their place and moment. I am the type of person who thinks
that helping each other is not a bad thing, but the other person must be
learning or at least interested on what he or she is cheating. In high school on
a test about a Spanish novel which name I do not remember, I got the test of my
friend, did it for her and handed it back to her. When I did that I didn’t
think about all the things that could have gone wrong but some days later, when
I was calm I realized that there are certain topics that do not help you for
anything in life. For example, she read the novel a lot, and it did not help
her at all. I know that she could learn more reading any other book, other than
that because she reads a lot but mainly in English. So I knew that I wasn’t
affecting her knowledge because she already has that custom of always been
reading and she learned that she has to learn to dominate more Spanish books.
Another
example was on a chemistry test, someone was cheating for almost three (3)
entire pages. I just could not believe it, I kept staring at the person
cheating for a long time. Maybe I could have used that time to think more about
my test, but it was difficult because I had never seen something like that
before. What is more unbelievable is that the person supervising the test, was a
friend of the cheater and the supervisor was the one giving the answers. When I
saw that, I was enraged, I almost ran through the hallway looking for the
professor. Chemistry was not easy for me, and when I saw that it hurt me. The next
day, when I saw the professor I told her everything, but I never knew what
happened later. I only knew that I felt better.
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