
Guest commentary: I just met a girl named Maria
By SAM SEWELL, Special to The Banner
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
It was a long hard road just to graduate from Immokalee High School.
Until she was 15 years old, she was on that road following the harvest
across America, from sea to shining sea. There were artichokes in
California, cherries in Michigan, and tomatoes in Florida.
Maria's mother found a way to give roots to her family. She worked
part-time, lived with relatives, and attended adult education classes
while the rest of the family continued to harvest crops for a living.
Maria's mother became a licensed cosmetologist. She found a job at a
beauty shop in Immokalee. With financial help from the family, they
finally had a home.
The rest of the family members found jobs, and for the first time in
her life, Maria became a student who could actually stay in one school
for an entire school year. Her grades began to improve. By the time
Maria was a senior, her teachers began to notice that this was no
ordinary girl named Maria.
One of her teachers encouraged Maria to apply for the Mensa
Scholarship which is awarded at the end of each school year. Mensa is
the high IQ society and the local chapter members evaluate student
essays to determine the winners. Some Mensa members see themselves as
holy guardians of the English language. Things like spelling, grammar,
syntax, and parts of speech are treated with reverence. Maria's essay
was written in English. Maria won!
In addition to correct English usage, the Mensa essays are judged on
the goals the student has for the future. Maria has a very simple goal.
She is now attending college, majoring in education, with a goal toward
a Ph.D. in education. Her dream is to establish a standard curriculum
in all the school districts in the great harvest regions of our
country. She knows, first hand, that if migrant children can get high
quality, consistent education, they will be able to break the cycle of
homelessness and poverty that was so much a way of life for her family.
My wife and I were invited to act as masters of ceremony for the
Mensa Scholarship Awards Dinner. Mensa feels like the parents should at
least be treated to a good dinner at a respectable restaurant, so we
get together and treat the whole family. We were fortunate to be seated
at the same table with Maria and her mother.
Maria's mother seemed to tolerate the fuss over her daughter with a
benevolent amusement. Maria bubbled. She was irrepressibly charming.
She confided to my wife that she was afraid that her makeup had smeared
or run before the ceremony had even begun. She explained that they
don't have air-conditioning at home, and the A/C in their old pickup
hasn't worked since last year. Maria and my wife left to do the things
that women do in front of mirrors. Maria's mother, who had seemed so
composed earlier, leaned forward with an intense look on her face,
"Maria is going to do something with her life. Thank you for helping."
she said. A slight quiver of the lower lip was the only hint of the
feelings behind her matriarchal dignity. Several of the people at our
table were struck with compassion for what we were witnessing. We were
also inspired by such a pure example of the "American Dream."
When Maria returned, some of us began to offer sympathy for all her
hardships. Maria wanted none of it. "Things aren't so bad now. It has
been a long time since we haven't had enough food", she said
cheerfully. We know people who have a bad day if their hot tub springs
a leak. Maria thinks things are OK if she has eaten that day.
Our dinner with Maria caused us to volunteer to head up the Mensa
Scholarship Fund Drive. There are many other bright, deserving young
people who need the help a Mensa Scholarship can give. Please help us
make our contributions worthy of the spirit of young heroes like Maria.
Contributions can be mailed to: Mensa, care of Cal Curlin, 2230 Arielle
Dr. Apt # 1906, Naples, FL 34109.
© 2005 Bonita Daily News and The Banner. Published in Bonita
Springs, Florida, USA by the E.W. Scripps Co.
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The
View From Here
Michael McLeod
Mensa exam begs question: Why
bother?
The View From Here is a slice of
local life by Sentinel
reporters. Today, feature writer Michael McLeod contributes.
It is a beautiful Saturday afternoon. Worse than that: It is a
beautiful, college football Saturday afternoon. This practically
qualifies it as a national holiday, at least in my mind, making it an
especially tragic day to be trapped in a small room of an Orange County
branch library, clutching a No. 2 pencil instead of a remote control.
I am here with a dozen other souls, leaning over a standardized,
two-hour, multiple-choice test that is offered monthly by the Central
Florida chapter of Mensa, the international, high-IQ society.
People who score in the 98th percentile of the test - meaning they
score better than 98 percent of the people who take IQ tests - qualify
for membership.
I want to find out if this big-brain outfit is as snooty as it
sounds. More specifically, I wonder who takes the test, and why
they want to join Mensa.
As an ego boost? As a gesture of elitism? To seek out
intellectual companionship? To prove how smart they are?
Please choose the correct response and fill in the bubble just to the
left on your answer sheet.
Math is a cure for ego
I have no trouble with the word usage questions: synonyms, antonyms,
Figuring out what word in a group of four doesn’t fit. That’s
gravy. It’s the math that terrifies me, as it always has.
Math is nature’s way of keeping my ego in check.
And neatness may or may not count, but it is beyond me now and always
has been. So I accept with wry fatalism the midtest discovery
that there is something wrong with the eraser on my No. 2 pencil.
It’s calcified, or something, so that making a correction is like
rubbing a tiny little Brillo pad across the paper. My
multiple-choice answer sheet soon takes on a tortured, moth-eaten
appearance. So do I.
I sneak a peek at the answer sheet of the young woman on my
right. She is cheerful and composed and finishes most sections of
the test well before I do. Even more galling, her paper is
pristine, all the little bubbles filled in neatly.
Her name, I discover after the test, is Melissa Williams. She is
a 27-year-old University of Central Florida student who works for
Hilton as a vacation planner and is in the midst of online classes to
become a real estate sales associate.
“I always, form the fifth grade on, was a gifted student,” she
says. “I have no idea what my IQ is, and I don’t really care that
much. I’m just looking for the same kind of people I used to hang
around with in high school. I miss my nerdy little friends.”
It turns out to be something of a theme. All of the test-takers I
talk to tell me they were exceptional students in grade school and high
school, and I can tell they all miss that world, miss the
Instant-feedback loop of good grades and appreciative teachers.
They aren’t egotistical so much as nostalgic.
Yanis Rock, a 20-year-old Valencia Community College student, says he
tried his hand in business, working as a real estate developer, before
returning to school, where he always excelled.
“I guess I miss that feeling of accomplishment,” he says. “I’m
not really looking for an ego boost. I’m just, I think, revising
my dream, and I thought this might help.”
“Curiosity. A challenge,” says Bill Leavy, 42, explaining why he turned
up for the test. Leavy, an Orlando labor organizer who is
currently working with Wal-Mart employees, says he listened to Mozart
to prepare himself because he had read somewhere that hearing classical
music stimulates the brain.
Did it work?
“Apparently not,” he admits. “The math part blew me out of the
water.”
“I tried having breakfast at Einstein bagels,” I say. “That
doesn’t help, either.”
We’ll both have to wait three weeks to find out for sure: That’s how
long it takes for test results to come back.
A meeting of the minds
There are more than 50,000 American members of Mensa, which was founded
in 1946 by Roland Berrill, an Australian attorney, and Dr. Lancelot
Ware, an equally idealistic British scientist. They chose the
Latin word for “table” as the name of their group to represent their
notion of a round-table organization in which every member is on an
equal footing, regardless of background.
Famous members include comedian Steve Martin, actresses Jodie Foster
and Geena Davis and the late science-fiction writer Isaac Asimov
Earlier this year Mensa added its youngest member to the rolls: a
3-year-old British boy named Mikhail Ali, who has an IQ of 137.
Mensa members refer to themselves as M’s; married Mensans are therefore
M&M’s. Last year, at a Mensa convention, 100 M&M’s
renewed their wedding vows.
Next year, in the first such meeting outside of England, a weeklong
international gathering of Mensans will take place at Walt Disney
World. Featured speakers will include a cosmologist and a
scientist who studies bioluminescence - the ability of some creatures
to glow.
It all sounds very cerebral. But Jim Blackmore, Mensa’s national
marketing director, insists that most people in Mensa don’t take
themselves too seriously.
“They just want to be around people who get their jokes,” he
says. “Mensa people love puns. There’s a staff member
around here who sends a pun around every Tuesday. Some of them
are real groaners.”
Perhaps the punster would appreciate a sample question from a mock test
that cropped up a few years ago as a product of Densa, a grass-roots
parody of Mensa.
Q: Is there a Fourth of July in Great Britain?
A: Yes. It comes right after July 3.
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Michael McLeod can be reached at
mmcleod@orlandosentinel.com
or 407-420-5432
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