Student Spotlight: Jackie Tafoya

Story and Photo by featured contributer Edward Oelcher

Blowing up ants, drawing, and not attending school was a normal childhood for CNM student Jackie Tafoya, unlike today a chemistry major hoping to graduate summer of 2017.

Not having a formal education and attending CNM isn’t as strange it may sound.

For Tafoya now eighteen years old says his mom taught him basic arithmetic so coming to CNM at the age of sixteen he didn’t feel completely incompetent but agrees that it was a bit of a struggle at first.

Recently students being homeschooled are now able to apply for dual-enrollment in college courses which led Tafoya to begin college.

He now studies chemistry and mathematics and hopes to obtain an associate degree, adding, “I took humanities classes but it was all kind of squishy where there is inductive reasoning and you can kind of put your opinion anywhere” he said.

Being home schooled hasn’t hindered Tafoya from graduating with a liberal arts degree in summer 2016, he also admits he is proud of maintaining a 4.0 GPA.

Now Tafoya says, “most of my life I felt dumber than a lot of people, I felt bad about that. Coming to CNM I realized it wasn’t so hard.”

For many young students they can agree that social situations are difficult at times realizing that there is tradeoff between social skills and academics.  

Tafoya does admit to struggling socially and that it may have been because he didn’t have many friends growing up so meeting people in college was difficult at first.

Like many young academics he wants to in some way to help humanity and believes that science can help him achieve that.

On his free time Tafoya can be found working with clay making stop motion or playing one of many favorite video games, Minecraft.

“I like the idea of trading perspectives and knowledge” Tafoya said when asked what he enjoys most about being a part of academic clubs at CNM.

It isn’t always about learning for Tafoya, who also enjoys the movie Interstellar, “I love the idea that humanity is going to die out because they couldn’t keep themselves alive and not because of some great disaster” he said.

Interestingly enough Tafoya jokingly mentions that he thinks humanities demise will come from “people just not being born so there won’t be anyone to replace the old” Tafoya said.

Growing up homeschooled and not having a formal education helped make Tafoya who he is adding, “I wouldn’t be the same person if it wasn’t for [being homeschooled] and maybe I’d just be some douche, I really can’t complain.”

So if you still haven’t gotten a clue yet Tafoya says he describes himself as uncomplacent, afraid of conformity (not that he doesn’t conform), and being intellectually mad.

“It’s not that I’m anti-conformist it’s just that I’m afraid to loose what fragments of individuality I have. I think the most interesting thing about me is that I exist” Tafoya said.

Tafoya hopes that when he finishes his associates degree he can work towards possible going to New Mexico Institute of Mining and Technology, but hasn’t yet made any final decisions.

Student Submissions: Poetry

Young lady

By Dolores Newkirk

hold your head

don’t fret

it is ok

don’t be afraid

for fear

holds you in chains

and taking steps

may be hard

stand up

let the inner

strength shine

keeping you strong

even while weak

sing a song

for there lies

golden dreams

roads unseen

revelations

as bright sunlight

to be exposed

at the morning dawn

 

Looking Out

By Dolores Newkirk

 

Rest on the ledge

Listen to the sound

Find the quiet

Hear your heart

Violin rhythm

Tones abound

Soaring words

Show moments

Open your ears

Take it all in

For today is gone

Tomorrow will come

Rest

Listen

Find

Breathe

 

Living Words

By Dolores Newkirk

 

Like a whirling wind throwing about everything

Scattered thoughts are lost

Just as the clouds darken

All is here and there

Gone tomorrow

 

 

 

 

Editorial: The time is NOW to be a Cheap Skate

 

According to a Georgetown University study on Education and the Workforce, it was found that more than 70 percent of college students have worked while attending school over the past 25 years.

It is obvious that students need to work to cover living expenses.

The second you are financially responsible for yourself, everything (and I mean EVERYTHING) is outrageously expensive.

That pair of jeans for $39.99 is suddenly absurd. Gas prices are your new go-to conversation starter (they are at an all-time low right now, thank god).

The point is college students fresh from high school are newborns when it comes to handling personal finances.

The one thing that you will be guaranteed to do for the majority of your life is handle your personal finances and that is one thing we are not required to learn before we venture off into the world.

Besides, a budget excel worksheet and coupons are for old geezers…right?

Wrong!

That is exactly what college students need. Society may push for you to have the latest iPhone or that new Prada handbag but most students cannot afford it!

The average college student is expected to graduate with an estimated debt of $18,969 in New Mexico according to the Institute for College Access and Success.

Numbers don’t lie. Keeping up with the Joneses will not get you a 4.0 GPA or help fill in the extracurricular activities box on that scholarship application.

Keep up with your finances and create a cheap skate mindset.

How can a student do this?

Google it. Seriously, there are so many blogs and articles about how to save money and how to create a budget.

The mindset is the seed to plant before you start your research on how to be the ultimate cheap skate.

Now, some words of advice:

Do not purchase your book before your first class. Some professors do not even use the textbook.

Last semester my biology professor gave us an alternative textbook, a free pdf download.

Do not purchase the book from the CNM bookstore.

Sorry CNM, but this is just a no-no in my book. Unless it is an access code.

Look at bulletin boards for used books for sale, online, and book rental sites.

Always compare prices from different resources.

It will take time, but remember that time will save you money.

Do not buy new clothes for college.

You stopped growing and if you are not in need of new clothes do not buy any.

Sell your used books.

Please take advantage of free tutoring that CNM has to offer.

If you need a scantron the Connect Services desk will give you one.

Cheap skating is the new hype, all the stable kids are doing it.

-Lalydia Belone, Psychology major

Poetry Contest Winners

The CNM Chronicle is pleased to present the winner and honorable mentions of the student poetry contest that was held from June 23 through July 17, 2015.

First place

  • Dream Voices

 By Kelly McCall
In my dreams I see few things

that can ever be explained.

In my thoughts I’ve learned to deal,

with all that once remained.

In my dreams I hear voices

that sometimes causes alarm.

But in those dreams I appear

to end up on some strange farm.

I awake to find myself

walking right into the door.

Bouncing back I hear a thump.

It’s just me hitting the floor.

Seeing birds I drift asleep

to find myself wondering.

Floating ‘round marshmallow fields

that seem to be thundering.

Music plays, I dance the waltz

with a stranger at my side.

It’s hard to move to the tune

‘cause our feet are jointly tied.

Realizing it’s my alarm

that’s causing this strange image.

I get up, off my bed

and head off to my scrimmage.

Honorable Mentions:

  • The Hypocrite

By Anthony Garcia
In time forgotten is despair

The memory of a man,

taught to realize all is fair.

His life lived as a fool,

But remembered as a man who,

Tried his hardest to stay clean and cool.

Took time to teach the dangers of drugs and liquor,

While living with the effects that caused pain and bicker.

He preached to his listeners, do not do the same

Or feel its humility and shame.

Life treated him rough and unfair

He lived with love and care.

Life gracefully flowed with ease and humble.

Desires crushed needs and served up his demise

Heavy weight forced his crumble.

With each fall, he rose and started over

Repeated cycle over with no change.

Work and fight in attempt to push forward

Only to cheat death and keep the end in range.

His story reminds of pain and suffering

Takes its toll by whom he is remembered.

Those who listened fought and taught

The ideas and love he carried.

Heroic was his brilliant triumph of his soul

Defeated and fearless ever did it grow

Dazzling and glorious his concentration of courage.

His strong heart consumed by untamed rage

Peacefully he rests beside his spirit

One he let slip at young age.

A hypocrite he was called

One who lived opposite he preached

Though a hero to lives he touched.

Over time tears had shed

Only to be covered by happiness he spread.

His memory lives in those hearts

Remembered a tale that is sleeping and not dead.

  • How to let them know…

By Anthony Garcia
How do you show that forever, you will be there

As their voice fills the air like the humming of a beautiful bird

How do you let someone know how you feel?

Choosing the right words to show you care

Maybe it’s telling them the beauty they hold

Is like a candle, whose flame burns

With a pain so good, you feel it everywhere

Or maybe it’s telling them their eyes glisten

So much the room lights up so bright

And their smile makes you stop and listen

Maybe it’s simply telling them you will care

As long as they extend their heart

And let you take them as your queen

With every fiber of your being

  • Nothing Left

By Katrina Keller

One night it all
came back,

The memories attacked

All the feeling
rushing back

Fight it I must

(But that it’s not my way)

So instead

On with the mask

To hide the feelings that
I am being attacked by

Not wanting to be asked

And

Not wanting to answer

All the questions that

Will becoming

I hide everything inside

Burring all the feelings

Far away that they will

(Never ever come back)

In the darkness

And way it goes

Little do you know,

That day by day

All of the feelings starts

Eating me up

The inside out

Until there is
nothing left

Of me

Expected a person
who knows

Not

What to feel

And how to act

That will be me

With

Nothing left

“The Voice of Slavery”

By Donald Seals
I once was a slave, but I’ll never be one again,
because ive learned how to think, and be proud of the
color of my skin.
I can remember the times when I walked with my
head towards the ground,
and I jumped with fear at every little sound
You never really knew me, so you
didn’t know I had a brain inside
and now you wonder why I’m so successful,
it’s because of the 400 years of thinking I
always had to hide.
I can’t even explain to you what
400 years of pain has done to me,
but I can tell you a million stories
of how good it feels to be free.
I don’t feel hate towards you, because
you were a slave inside of yourself,
So all the times you beat me was
because you didn’t know how to ask me for
help.
I always use to wonder if I would
be better off inside of a grave,
Because I suffered the pains of
death everyday that I was a slave.
But I never gave up, and I continued
to help build this land,
and now everyone calls me Mr. President, and exslave,
and a Black Man.

“My Sorrows, My Pain”

By Donald Seals
I’m tired of felling sorry for
myself, because it causes me nothing but pain,
and even when the sun is shining
all I feel is the cold chills of the rain.
The emptiness inside me has become
like the darkened skies of the night
because I had given up on myself,
and I couldn’t see any Hope in sight.
I walked around with the pain of
failure living deep inside me,
and even when help came my way
it was almost impossible for me to see.
My life had created its own
pain and sorrow,
and the emptiness inside me hurt
so bad I diddn’t care about my tomorrows.
But those times are now gone, and hope
has come my way,
because I’ve found faith in myself
that helps me to Succeed Day after Day

Locked out: Another inconvenience for the pedestrian

This story was submitted by a CNM student expressing their opinions on the situation with the gates by oosevelt Park, and those of the individual writer and do not necessarily represent the beliefs of The CNM Chronicle or its staff.
If you want to submit a short story, poem, cartoon, or other works, send them to djohnsonchronicle@gmail.com – Subject to editing for space.

 

By Addrienne Webb, Guest Writer | Photos By Addrienne Webb

 

Across the board, let’s all agree that Albuquerque is not a walkable city. Finding benches on sidewalks is as uncom­mon as a vehicle yielding to a pedestrian. Additionally, entry-ways to supermarkets and shops are specifically designed for vehicles, though, this is not the case for Albuquerque. Unlike the state of California and others, New Mexico does not have a law called “The Pedestrian Right-of-Way;” this law states that as soon as a pedestrian steps into a crosswalk, all cars must yield to the person walking. Additionally, this law can also pro­tects those pedestrians crossing roadways without crosswalks.

In contrast to the city of Albuquerque, it can often be expected that junior colleges and universities are designed for people on foot. Unfortunately, CNM is not in this category and anyone who has walked the very dim lit area between the TC trailers and SSC parking lot know exactly what this means. The gate access between Roosevelt Park and Smith Brasher Hall is no longer accessible.

I am invested in this issue because the gate eased my walking commute to and from campus and my apartment. After noticing the gate being locked for a couple of days straight, I rang the Security Office on Main Campus to inquire. After being transferred a couple of times, I was finally able to talk to the person respon­sible for making the decision to close the gate: William Duran, the Chief of Security at Main Campus. Through our discussion, I was informed that other fac­ulty/students had contacted him about the issue. Furthermore, he informed me that the idea of lock­ing the gate has been a topic of discussion for years now and he took it upon himself to close the gate indefinitely. I inquired about why suddenly the gate is being locked and he stated that it’s due to “regulations.” The specifics of why the gate was being closed was not divulged to me. In suggesting an alternative route, Mr. Duran said I could walk on Hazeldine, the road that is parallel to SB and adjacent to Coal Avenue. Unfortunately, the right side of Hazeldine rd. has no sidewalk and is usually crowded with parked cars.

Would you like to inquire about the gate closure and voice your opin­ion? Please contact the Chief of Security, William Duran at (505) 224-4639.