I like chemistry, and I’ve been fortunate to have a lot of really good chemistry teachers. This past year, if I ever struggle with the reading, I don’t worry about it because I know that the teacher will explain it in a way that I understand. I would take this for granted, but it has not been the same case this year in physics. This is why I found it somewhat funny and frustrating today when I overheard a female classmate of mine talking to a male classmate, saying she just didn’t get it, then after he explained it, suddenly it all became illuminated to her.
Now. I’m not oblivious to any possible aims of the lady, nor do I fault her if she is indeed interested in this guy romantically. He’s a class friend of mine, and she could do worse. What made me want to roll my eyes and give her a talking to was that this is a woman who rides her bike to class, has this feminist patch:
sewn on her bike messenger bag, tattoos, and plugs in her ears. Earlier this quarter when I was completely frustrated with the class dynamics and the men of the class totally dominated the discussion, I approached her to ask what she thought, hoping to share my indignation about the absence of women’s voices in the daily class conversation. She saw nothing wrong with the class dynamics, she said, she liked them, and when I tried to explain myself, things only got increasingly awkward. I don’t really hold this against here–I was too angry to be articulate, and I totally understand if I just seemed like a weirdo to her. But since then, hearing her talk loudly about how she hopes that there isn’t math on the exam, how she doesn’t get it, and other such incidences…well…
It’s never been a belief of mine that we should pretend that we’re good at something we’re not, and I totally understand being lost in a science class and have empathy for her. She has the total right to be her, and that should include all of the above without exception. I still succumb to complete and utter anxiety when I get lost in a mathematics lecture in my physics class and avoid pure math classes like I hope to avoid getting another root canal. But thing is, we live in a society that it so completely gender biased that women don’t even noticed that their voices are almost silent in certain classes. I don’t know what we have to do to begin fixing these unconscious biases and stereotypes, but loudly proclaiming our ignorance in a highly competitive classroom doesn’t help.
The other thing that bothered me witnessing this scene is realizing that these boys who dominate the classroom get these little boosts from their peers, looking to them as authorities, and regarding them with obvious respect. I do very well in that class, am quick to understand, and speak up often, getting things right as often as those boys, but I very rarely treated as such. I’m not looking for it, and even thought I’m writing about it in relation to myself, I can honestly say that I don’t really want it (I’ve seen myself when I get cocky, and I don’t like it), but it’s striking that it’s something that happens so easily to these guys and not to the women who are on their same level.
Last quarter in a group quiz, I got all the answers. I had busted my ass studying enthalpy reactions the day before, and really knew my stuff for that chapter. When one of the other guys in the group wasn’t getting them correct, I tried to explain. He dismissed me, and looked to the the Asian guy sitting next to me to get the right answer. The guy had a similar answer to mine, but he had his signs wrong, so I pointed it out. I was right and knew I was right, but he then had to check with a friend of his in a separate group before believing that I was indeed right. At the end of the quiz, the first guy who didn’t believe me, said sorry to me with his eyes on the ground. I didn’t ask him to, and I don’t think I came across as mad, but I think the whole thing was too obvious for him not to.
That incident stuck with me, as did the one where I realized that the most outspoken and smartest sounding guy in the room also got things wrong and had no problem lifting my explanations from me when they sounded intelligent enough and passing them off as his own. I don’t mean to sound too righteous or like I’m just complaining, because the thing is that this is big–it’s what happens to so many women in STEM classrooms. It happens to women when they’re young and don’t have the confidence that I do as an older, married and secure woman, and it gets internalized. They see their right answers dismissed and stolen, they’re not treated as authorities, and they see the attention granted to the best students of the class go to their male peers, even if they’re understanding is just as good. Unless you’re rock solid in yourself and your knowledge, knowing that you too have your place in this classroom, it’s easy to see why so many women start to feel like maybe they’re not as good at math or science as their male counterparts.
And so, I carry on busting my ass studying, raising my hand, speaking up, and challenging the guy who is perceived as the smartest in the class when he’s wrong, part for myself and my grade, and to keep a consistent female voice at the table in that classroom as a competitive figure. Even if I get it wrong sometimes, even when I’m tired and don’t feel like it, even if it makes people not like me, and even if I don’t get recognized for being as good a student in class as I am. Because what else can I do about it but that?