How’s your weekend? Mine’s going pretty well, in spite of this rain here in Columbia, Mo. It is really coming down, and has been all day.
I know finals are coming up and projects are yet to be finished, but when the weekend rolls around, it’s family time. So, I got out this morning with my family and went to an MU grad school-sponsored event called “Adventures in Education,” which was held from 10 a.m. to 2 p.m. Saturday, April 24 at Jesse Hall. It’s an annual event organized by graduate students, giving them a chance to share what they do with local students.
A few minutes after arriving, I had made a quick survey of the booths and was surprised at how many people were already there for the event. It was a diverse Columbia group. Being a journalist-in-training, I thought, “somebody should report this.” I called the paper, but nobody could get free to come down.
So, I let the idea go and visited some booths with my daughter. She got to extract DNA from wheat germ at the biology graduate students’ booth, which was called “Become a Junior Geneticist.” She learned how to say “automobile” in German (“das Auto”) at the German grad students’ booth, called “Deutsch ist einfach wunderbar!” (German is simply awesome!). At the chemistry students’ booth, we saw and touched a “non-Newtonian solid.” This substance feels very hard if you push on it quickly, but turns soft if you rest your hand on it slowly.
More people kept arriving, and the place was getting crowded. There were still many booths that we had not visited.
“Somebody ought to cover this,” I kept thinking. Basic reporting students don’t usually cover stories unless they are assigned, but some of the topics at this event were not commonplace. Seeing a “sense of discovery” (for lack of better description) showing on the faces of so many young students was worth sharing.
One that really got my attention was a booth hosted by grad students from the Textile and Apparel Management department, called “Travels of My T-Shirt.” When we got to this booth, we were asked to check the tags on our clothes to find out where they were made. My shirt was made in Honduras, my daughter’s was made in Pakistan — most likely with U.S. grown cotton. The U.S. produces the majority of the world’s fiber for clothing.
Amanda Muhammad, one of the grad students, said the point was to get us to think about why the cotton is shipped to the other side of the world to be made into clothing and then shipped back. Wouldn’t money be saved if the shirts were just made here where the cotton is grown?
I reflect on questions like that during a normal day — so I knew the answer to the question; but it was news to my kid. Clothes are made in other countries because the people who work there don’t get paid very much for their work. That’s something to think about.
After visiting that booth, and deciding there were more than 200 people in attendance, I decided to cover the event. I had a camera out in the car, a notepad and a pencil, so I got started.
I talked to graduate students, parents, children, an event organizer, and I did not forget to talk to my 8-year-old. We visited all the booths she wanted to see before we took off.
That’s how my Saturday went — now it’s back to studying. Stay dry, CoMO!
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