I have always been told that college is the only option if I
want to go anywhere in life. Everyone agrees; my parents, my teachers, the
society in which I live; they all agree that a college education is the most
valuable type of education. I believed them for a while, until these past few
months.
First, my definition of education was much different than
that of the rural villagers and NGOs that we’ve been talking with and learning
from. I had always associated education with being in a classroom, led by a
teacher that was knowledgeable in the subject. The tools used to measure the
success of my education were in forms of papers, exams, and discussions. The
grades I received would reflect how effective my education was.
I think that’s the image that many people associate with the
word “education”, at least in Western society. When I first entered these
communities, I was shocked. They were poor, had little access to education, and
many of them lacked basic skills such as reading and writing. I didn’t really
know how to approach the situation. I would try to communicate with these
villagers by handing them my Thai-English dictionary to allow them to look up
words. When they told me “mai dai” (not able to), I was surprised. The fact
that these people are unable to read and write must mean that they are stupid
right?
According to Western standards of education, the answer to
that question would be “yes”. But there is a different perspective that I have
been seeing throughout these last two months. Higher institutional education
isn’t valued as much in the villages. In fact, traditions and lessons that are
passed throughout the generations seem to be more valuable here.
It was apparent when we stayed with the farming communities
especially. It is more valuable for farming communities to be knowledgeable in
areas that cannot be taught in a classroom. Knowing the land, methods of
farming, how to be self reliable, and understanding seeds, crops, and soil, are
all lessons that are very valuable in this kind of lifestyle.
At first, I found myself thinking I was so lucky. I have
been learning for years, I have opportunities of higher education and access to
information of all kinds. I thought that I had so much more than these people.
That’s not true at all. In fact, I think that I have a lot less than these
people. I admire the basic life skills that they have, the skills I do not
have. I do not understand a lot about farming, about supporting myself through
my crops. I don’t understand planting seasons, crops, or the dedication that is
involved. I might have an education in terms of Western standards, but I know
nothing by the standards of the communities and villagers that I have come
across so far.
A college degree is suddenly not as appealing to me. Sure,
it might help me get a well paying job, make more money, and be more
“successful”. But these people are so rich in knowledge. They know things that
cannot be taught. I find this to be an extremely valuable kind of education: one
that challenges the worth of my overpriced college degree.
Marissa Strong
Keene State College