How did I let so much time go by? The question I keep asking myself over and over today. It has been awhile since I written in my blog but I am not referring to amount of time that I haven’t written on my blog. Actually I am referring to the the amount of time I let my college writing requirement,well, undone. Now in I am stuck in a situation where I have to leave and can’t come back until its done somewhere else- Oh college how I love thee. I feel like I child because I put curtain things in front of education which I know I should have done but how can someone not be distracted by the feeling of freedom. All my life all I wanted to do was to go to college and can finally prove to everyone I am intelligent . So I can go against the stereotypes of being a latino women. I had so many dreams of leaving home and getting to really start my life. A life that was exciting and very different from the one room apartment in Oakland where my mother was scrapping by so my siblings can have a decent life. I knew college was the only opportunity for me to really leave and have a stable place to actually to start making that a reality. Although, I knew that in itself was going to be hard because even though all my teachers thought I was very intelligent , I just wasn’t a good student. Not to say that I just didn’t try to be a good student. Since there was there was a lot of “She is very nice,engaged in class but she really needs to concentrate on her work.” My mother had no idea what my teachers meant so all my mother could do was yell at me and say “nimodoes salte de la escula y ponte a trabajar/ Oh well quit school and go to work”. I don’t blame her though because there is a lot of misunderstanding in the Latino community on the issue of learning disabilities. I tired, I really tried to get to college and even though it wasn’t with my fullest potential I still made it. Although now I am back in the old cycle but the only difference I living my dream but its not going the way I expected. I underestimated how much the pressure and freedom of college would really affect me. Before I even started school they had me taken test for my placements and of course they all said the same thing, “Not ready for college level courses need to take basic courses.” So I started at the most basic level, which there is nothing wrong with that, but I felt so lost feeling that I am not meant for this and this all a mistake. Feeling like an imposter among the thousands around me thinking that I can make it all four years. The pressure was so great that my depression came back and I needed to withdraw from my classes including a required course for writing. At the same time I conflicting with the feeling of freedom I never had in my young life. Growing up with a family where as a women you need to take care of not only the home but everyone from your husband to the children I was infatuated with the feeling of only needing to relay and care for myself. A selfish kind of statement but a selfishness very few women really can experience. I had time I kept telling myself as I whipped the frustrating tears off my face. I can do it I just need keep going I will be fine eventually. Right? Can a tri-lingual young woman from single parent low income home who is struggles with ADHD,chronic depression, imposter syndrome can come back form this? When the reward is getting my freedom back and possibly the life that I not only deserve but earned. If it took me 13 years to reach my college dream then 3 months is nothing to make sure I keep following that dream. I just took the road less traveled by.
As the summer begins most people my age are concerned about having fun and getting to enjoy a couple months of freedom before go back to school in the fall. I am no different but at the end of the day instead of being fulfilled by the days activities I question myself “why is this important?” Sure many people think that once you finish school you have to deal with the real world. This is when we figure out who we are but that is not what is happened to me. I am lost in a world where it has constantly challenged me with the question “Who are you?” and responding with “I don’t know”.
So this blog was started for a writing class but it has changed my view of how I write. I was able to express my feelings, stresses and my life. I honestly thought these stories were only reserved for my journal. I am glad I was made to do this assignment because with blogging I was able to express things many people were actually interested in. So that being said I will not stop blogging. Now that I started to get a following of people who were not in my class it feels that the world is a little smaller. Now I am ready to do this a little more and still make this a weekly requirement. I am know in writers block because I am not really sure what to blog next. Then I realized not only this is the end of my class but my freshman year. I will be in my second year of College. I have so many lessons that I learned as a freshman. The first one is that everything is a balance. Yeah I am here for an education but I am here to grow as well. So now being more involved and feeling like I belong here I am ready to take the challenges of my second year but failing is ok. That is why my blog is here. Thank you for keeping an open space and likening my page. See you next week.
Home has never been a single place for me because I have to moved a lot in my life for a verity of reasons. Although, saying home is now more confusing than ever because now I have the first world privilege of having more than one home. My family, originally from Guatemala, left their only home because of discrimination of being Mayan. At the time the government wanted their homeland for agriculture and this caused civiI war.I was born after the civil war that left many of my people with nothing but the clothes on their backs.So when one is faced with the life poverty many are left with the only choice of immigrating to “better country”. So I left my first home,even though I do not remember, for a new home. I grew up in Oakland,California for most of my child hood but when whenever you arrived my small apparent you could see,smell, and hear Guatemala. So it felt like I never left my home even though I was thousands of miles away. However, now in college when people ask me “are you going home” I have to ask “which one”.The problem arises of where is my home? For now it is my five person person apartment in Santa Cruz but on holidays it is my five person apartment in Oakland. I am glad to go home this weekend to celebrate Mother’s Day, my baby brothers second birthday and see my grandfather who is visiting form Guatemala for the first time. I learned that no matter what you call home for me it is not a place you go for shelter but the memories you create that have a deeper meaning that make you feel at peace, belonging and love. In the end that is all that matters to me and I am very grateful to have this privilege in my life.
How many times have you said the word love today? What do you love?I have list that can go on forever that I can say “I love” this or that but in this video this poet speaks about doing a very simple task of looking at yourself in the mirror and saying a very simple phrase ” I Love You”. The word love is not difficult to say but the “you”,taking her one year to finally truthfully accept herself and say those simple words. It is hard to understand why as humans who are compassionate and caring toward others are not able to do that for themselves. It is because we are taught a very young age not to be selfish and vain or society telling us we need change every feature of ourselves that looks different until we look like the images that are persevered as acceptable. But is it such a crime to want to appreciate yourself when you know you have a million flaws. She does make the point of if you can say those words to others or things how can you love be true if you do not love yourself? Love needs a source. The best way to describe this is her metaphor of the tree. As she said the tree needs base in the roots in order to grow. Although in order to grow in needs a seed and if that seed is not plated then it can’t grow. As I watched this video I was eating up every word she said as if they were like fresh cookies baked out of the oven until I reached the very end and I had to face the truth. It took her one year to say one simple phrase that most of us say everyday to our family,friends or even food-especially food- but most people were unable to say to themselves. I looked in the mirror and I realized that this is not the girl I feel in love with one year ago. No, this was a girl is lost, stressed and unconventional. Then that is when I realized that my tree needed water,sun and of course love because I am not the same girl anymore. I needed to find myself again in this crazy new forest called college(My campus is in fact in the middle of the forest) . I don’t love myself but I am willing to get to know who this new girl is. I can all ready tell this is new girl is worth falling in love with
and will turn into a beautiful relationship. It just starts with a simple “Hello”.
For soon-to-be college graduates or anyone else currently on the job hunt, Google’s head of human resources has some advice for impressing potential employers. Laszlo Bock, who oversees the hiring of 100 new Google employees each week, offered some more morsels of wisdom to the New York Times’ Thomas Friedman this weekend (a conversation earlier this year between Bock and Friedman touched on the same topic). Here’s a quick breakdown of his key insights.
Be specific on resumes: Bock points out that many people’s resumes are overly vague. Instead a resume should offer specific details about a worker’s job experience that help contextualize his accomplishments. Bock explains: “Most people would write a résumé like this: ‘Wrote editorials for The New York Times.’ Better would be to say: ‘Had 50 op-eds published compared to average of 6 by most op-ed [writers] as a result of providing deep insight…
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As we approach the summer I am starting to reminisce of my first real summer job. An intern for the Oakland Globe which I had to apply with a form of creative writing. Once being interviewed and called back the very next day it felt this was great start of my journalism career. I can still remember the first couple of weeks being taught how to capture pictures,videos, and sound. They told me that they want to focus on issues like violence, health and youth. Growing up in Oakland violence is something that you see everyday but trying to prevent it is a very difficult task. So once I was able to talk to people on certain issues I could feel I was doing what I born to do, journalism. Though as I started my journey it was still so new there was so much to learn. One of first interviews was with the mayor of Oakland, Jean Quan. As we started I realized getting to the true story is more than asking questions. It is about knowing you have to treat people like people. That is when you will be able to get the “real story” then the rest will follow. Asking others how violence influenced there lives is one thing but knowing you are part of the same neighborhoods changes the prospective on many things. That as Oaknland-er you here this stories so often you feel unfazed and numb. Though that is the problem we need to stop repeating the same story over and over again. We need to take this in a new light and stop asking how and why they died. Instead ask and show why they lived not only as an “inner” city person but a human trying to thrive. I am proud to say my hood-even with all its imperfection-will always be Oakland. I hope I can comeback to help it grow to the beautiful “Oak”-land I know it can be.
As India enters its second week of nationwide polls, the issue of female safety from sexual violence is coming second only to corruption in the minds of voters — and politicians, it seems, aren’t taking them seriously. According to a joint survey by Marketing and Development Research Associates and online campaign forum Avaaz, over 90% of Indians want tackling sexual violence treated as a priority, and 75% are not satisfied with the promises made by politicians on the issue so far.
Ever since the brutal gang rape and death of a 23-year-old in Delhi in December 2012, the country has agonized over the problem of sexual violence. But despite the protest marches and nationwide campaigning, many see a dearth of meaningful content in party manifestos when it comes to tackling the problem.
To help redress this, 70 independent civil-society activists have launched the so-called Womanifesto 2014, which sets out positions…
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Well time to clean! Spring Cleaning was never a “thing” in my home but I realized that most of my life needs a very good scrub sp I decided to be part of the festivities of spring cleaning this year. Though I have shared this article with you on “How clean anything from A-Z”, I also wanted to share with you my week of trying to accomplish spring cleaning. As I looked at the list I started to say “I wonder if rich people have to deal with this”? As my sorrow of not being rich went away and realization of being a poor college student I started to clean most of my stuff like my water bottle,make up-brushes and sneakers. Though I was mostly done with most of my material things I also felt like I needed more of internal spring cleaning because I felt that my thoughts and ideas need to be organized as well. I started to write down some of goals that I want to accomplish. One of my goals is too look more positively at things because I tend get very discourage very easily. So I printed some quotes that made feel happier,less stress and motivated. Moreover,I made myself a ritual to write what I need to do next day because I tend to rush in the morning. Well as am going through all this I am realizing that on the first day I am feeling better and more organized. Though of course in the middle of the week started to get off track and I felt that like this was not the best approach but I decided to keep going. By the end of week I felt like I accomplished more if I didn’t organize. Now I hope by the end of the quarter I feel more accomplished and be able to keep going in college and beyond. If not ,well, keep an eye out for my post on “How I failed on being organized: the life of a messy college student”.Happy Cleaning!
All can think about is one of my favorite movies of all time Kill Bill. When Uma Thurman is thought how to fight by the awesome but cruel Pai Mei!
This week on Hard N.O.C. Life, I’ll be interviewing our buddies Stephen and Patrick from the National Film Society. They just premiered their Kickstarted webseries Awesome Asian Bad Guys to packed houses last week during CAAMFest in San Francisco, and I was lucky enough to have them on to talk about the series. In addition to the NFS guys, I’ll also be speaking with Yuji Okumoto, aka Chozen from The Karate Kid II.
All this talk about Awesome Asian Bad Guys got me thinking about which iconic Asian villains are most beloved by the NOCs. So we assembled around the old roundtable and shared our own Awesome Asian Bad Guys.
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