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Hispanic Youth Symposium 2009 — Hispanic College Fund

Video cour­tesy of Stina Augustsson.

Work­ing at South Val­ley Acad­emy as their Col­lege Coun­selor dur­ing the 2008–2009 school year was a gal­va­niz­ing expe­ri­ence. It forced me to bring into focus the strug­gles I endured in rela­tion to com­plet­ing my post-high school education.

Going to col­lege was an under­ly­ing assump­tion in our famil­ial cul­ture. My mother holds a bac­calau­re­ate degree from the Uni­ver­si­dad Autónoma de Chi­huahua in Chem­istry. My father com­pleted his emer­gency med­i­cine degrees and cer­ti­fi­ca­tions within two years of return­ing to the U.S. with his young fam­ily (us). How­ever, the exe­cu­tion of this expec­ta­tion proved to be messy and painful. Long story short, I quit UNM in the mid­dle of my sec­ond semes­ter. As an 18 year-old dis­tracted by a boyfriend, an apart­ment, friends and par­ty­ing, I walked away from UNM in the mid­dle of the spring semes­ter after my grad­u­a­tion from West Mesa HS.

Unfor­tu­nately, WMHS did not pro­vide the type of intense guid­ance that a first-generation, immi­grant ado­les­cent needs when com­mit­ting to becom­ing not only a col­lege stu­dent, but a col­lege grad­u­ate. We were a grad­u­at­ing class of about 350. We had been a fresh­man class of over 900. The sta­tis­ti­cal cor­re­la­tion between begin­ning and fin­ish­ing high-schoolers remains con­stant in large schools. In a pop­u­la­tion of over 2k, the college-bound poten­tial of a stu­dent or even a group of stu­dents becomes lost in the cacoph­ony of sur­vival that shapes the most crit­i­cal years of thou­sands of our stu­dents. National His­panic Merit Scholar semi-finalist? Sounds fancy! My under­stand­ing of what it meant to do well on the PSAT only became clear to me as an adult.

This long-story-short ram­bling intro out­lines my expe­ri­ence as a teenager in the Albu­querque, NM USA school sys­tem because of the unique oppor­tu­nity that I was granted after fin­ish­ing my B.A. in Lin­guis­tics & Span­ish and wrap­ping up course­work for my Master’s. I accepted a posi­tion at South Val­ley Acad­emy as an Edu­ca­tional Assis­tant. The work sounded intense and intrigu­ing, the pace seemed dynamic.

Well, I had no idea what I was in for. I will leave my largely-positive com­men­tary on char­ter schools for another time. That said, there is an inher­ent ben­e­fit to a small-population school envi­ron­ment. Com­mit­ting to ensur­ing that all 26 seniors would be enrolled and famil­iar with one of our local higher-learning insti­tu­tions was an incred­i­ble expe­ri­ence. It was chal­leng­ing, a bit insane, but eye-opening and morally awakening.

I attended the sym­po­sium to fol­low up with the SVA stu­dents that attended, and to get a feel for the type of event that HCF put together. What a thrilling time! I attended a com­pe­ti­tion where stu­dents put together com­mu­nity action plans to address social issues that keeps stu­dents from being suc­cess­ful. I watched a tal­ent show that show­cased skills and tal­ents from singing to tae kwon do. I vis­ited sev­eral booths at the career fair event. It’s the event that can be the pivot point for a stu­dent that oth­er­wise has not been taught where to find the bridge between “I want to be a … when I grow up” and the con­crete plan of action that will ful­fill that dream. If the His­panic Youth Sym­po­sium would have been around to help my gen­er­a­tion, suc­cess­ful as we are (go Mus­tangs! Class of ’98!), I’m con­vinced that the out­come of our efforts at col­lege and beyond would have been couched in bet­ter strat­egy and more knowledge.

Some­times it is dif­fi­cult to con­ceive that there are peo­ple younger than us. Most of the rest of the time, it’s easy to assume that they’ve got it under con­trol, since we turned out so well with no guid­ance or super­vi­sion (adjust to your own expe­ri­ence as needed). Yet, the fab­ric of a cul­ture and a soci­ety is only cre­ated by the con­nec­tions between peo­ple. It is our respon­si­bil­ity to ensure that those fol­low­ing the same paths as us have access to our insight.

Beyond access, it should be our pri­or­ity to pro-actively share our expe­ri­ences and exper­tise. Espe­cially at such a chal­leng­ing time as the tran­si­tion between teens and twen­ties. Some say that high school is hard. The real­ity is, the years right after high school are the most chal­leng­ing. For those of us that sur­vived, it may now seem ele­men­tary, but we should never under­mine the poten­tial for influ­ence and empow­er­ment that we can have in each oth­ers’ lives. After all, today’s high school stu­dents are tomorrow’s col­leagues, employ­ees, fel­low dri­vers and par­ents. Let’s com­mit to a bet­ter community!

The His­panic Col­lege Fund is an amaz­ing orga­ni­za­tion, and they need our help when it comes to ensur­ing that pro­grams such as the His­panic Youth Sym­po­sium remain avail­able for our stu­dents, and that they become excit­ing hubs of knowl­edge and infor­ma­tion exchange in the areas that will affect tomorrow’s col­lege graduate.

¡Chismosa!

This change in theme was long over­due. The other was dark and fore­bod­ing. Though it speaks to my less hos­pitable sometimes-tendencies, the point of this blog is to have an open and wel­come atti­tude toward find­ing and embark­ing on local adven­tures. It isn’t really the place to indulge my inner 16 year old goth. That’s what Live­jour­nal is for.

Oh snap. My renewed vision for an under­cur­rent theme among my posts is that of back fence gos­sip. I’m not by any means sug­gest­ing that I’ll be engag­ing in nefar­i­ous, degrad­ing or oth­er­wise dis­rep­utable behav­ior. How­ever, I’m struck with how infor­ma­tion is exchanged. A basic build­ing block of this con­stant, nec­es­sary exchange is also char­ac­ter­ized by the attach­ment of opin­ion or judg­ment. It’s often shared in casual, semi-intimate moments among peo­ple with enough shared back­ground and com­mon knowl­edge to under­stand a nuanced per­spec­tive. It may involve mak­ing fun of some­one, either lightly or scathingly. It prop­a­gates both truth and inac­cu­ra­cies. It’s called gossip.

As it ties together a com­mu­nity it has vary­ing effects at dif­fer­ent lev­els. The last few months have shown me, how­ever, that events that seemed oth­er­wise far-away and removed from my life by many degrees were actu­ally as close as a next door neigh­bor. It mat­ters a lot that we’re part of a greater net­work. Our lives are impos­si­ble to iso­late from each other. A fence is but sym­bolic, and often the nexus of the most inter­est­ing, valu­able sto­ries and news. Hence the new theme, actu­ally. It’s a snazzy look, I think, and cheery enough to make any goth kid scram.

What’s the most inter­est­ing thing you’ve heard recently? Are you close with your neigh­bors? Do you gos­sip with your sib­lings or par­ents to catch up on the quo­tid­ian aspects of friends and family?

Judging from your response, you’re (still) the racist…

The Repub­li­can reac­tion to the nom­i­na­tion of Sonia Sotomayor is pre­dictable and equally dis­ap­point­ing. I am baf­fled by their knee-jerk reac­tions. I learned how to con­trol that habit after I got mar­ried and to put up with some­one else’s opin­ion and way of doing things on a daily basis. Yet, it appears that the recur­sive advances made by this coun­try in socio-cultural mat­ters over­whelms the con­ser­v­a­tive right every sin­gle time. I fail to under­stand why they can’t take things in stride. They count on a sim­i­lar stride from oth­ers when they want the coun­try to amble in their direc­tion. Remov­ing reg­u­la­tions from banks, mort­gage lenders and other finan­cial insti­tu­tions? Sure! Buy­ing into the false notion of “clean coal” so that we may con­tinue to resist an energy par­a­digm shift? All it took was some TV ads. Accept a his­panic woman into the Supreme Court? HOLY SHIT ARE YOU FUCKING NUTS?

For­give the expli­tives, but you get the point more clearly that way. That was the reac­tion of the pun­dits, talk­ers and jig­gly ones on the right. I’ve heard some of the most out­ra­geous claims made against her as a result, includ­ing that of reverse racist. I become truly con­cerned when such notions and phrases begin to be tossed about care­lessly by those who ben­e­fit from their nor­mal­iza­tion and accep­tance in the social dia­logue. It’s a con­ve­nient cover behind which they receive reprieve from hav­ing to actu­ally work out the train of thought that proves otherwise.

The term itself is a red her­ring. It implies that is an ide­ol­ogy held by a minorty group that rec­i­p­ro­cates the ide­ol­ogy held by the major­ity. How­ever, racism exists across all of the social and cul­tural strata. One does not have to reverse it in any way for it to be less toxic an approach to life and oth­ers. To use the term reverse racism is to fur­ther entrench the racist atti­tude of the per­son mak­ing that claim. The pan-hispanic expe­ri­ence encom­passes a wide spec­trum of real­i­ties and beliefs. Sotomayor’s affil­i­a­tion with La RAZA means some­thing dif­fer­ent to her than the foun­da­tion of the orga­ni­za­tion meant to its founders. Yet, it’s easy enough to assume a racist atti­tude from her affil­i­a­tion with the orga­ni­za­tion, even if nei­ther her nor the founders truly felt that the browns were bet­ter than the whites (I am recoil­ing away from myself for hav­ing used such sim­plis­tic terms– but sim­plic­ity must be embraced in these cases). While I per­son­ally refrain from offi­cial affil­i­a­tions like that one for myself because of the com­pli­cated cul­tural cam­pus, it is out­ra­geous to accuse, assume or oth­er­wise amplify an erro­neous per­cep­tion of her mem­ber­ship and what it could mean.

I look for­ward to the day she is con­firmed and we can once again resusme our daily lives with­out being bom­barded by the fly­ing debris that results from the col­li­sion between Amer­i­can ideals and Amer­i­can real­i­ties. I admire Pres­i­dent Obama for under­tak­ing the cul­tural respon­si­bil­ity of bat­tling through such sites of racial ten­sion and growth. It’s not an easy task, which is why we haven’t worked on it as a soci­ety very often. I hope that the new gen­er­a­tions of Amer­i­cans, those my age and younger, regard­less of their views toward finances or soci­ety (whether con­ser­v­a­tive or lib­eral), will be able to sep­a­rate these objec­tive, quan­tifi­able issues from the irra­tional, unem­bod­ied fear that comes from the inevitable changes in the make-up of a large soci­ety and multi-shaded cul­ture like that of the United States.

Feli­ci­dades, Juez Sotomayor.

Señorita Ruth on: Self-Identity

Tell me a lit­tle about your­self
I’m always hard-pressed to fill in an “About Me” blurb or make an effort to “Tell [you] about [my]rself.” It’s cer­tainly not an easy ques­tion to answer, and the more I think about it, the more com­pli­cated it gets. My reac­tion to such tasks is always the same: “Oh man. Where do I begin?”
Encom­pass­ing even some part, much less the entirety, of one’s being is chal­leng­ing for many rea­sons. Self-identity is an abstract that is often hard to artic­u­late suc­cess­fully. How we view our­selves is depen­dent on out­side fac­tors and vari­ables, many of which we have no con­trol over. We inter­nal­ize events around us, absorb­ing their effects on us and draw­ing con­clu­sions about our­selves based on those expe­ri­ences.
Self-identity is a com­plex mat­ter. Not only is the aver­age señorita plagued with ques­tions of body image and ade­quacy as a per­son and a woman, but she is also bom­barded with the meta con­ver­sa­tions regard­ing these issues. Whether or not I should be wor­ried about my weight, hair, the con­di­tion of my skin or how much money is in my wal­let; it can all get rather con­fus­ing with experts and the media also weigh­ing in. After all, the only way to get a good idea of who we might be is by look­ing at our reflec­tion on the mir­ror of soci­ety. But the images we receive as feed­back are often blurry, out of focus, or wholly ques­tion­able.
So, who or what are we?
Humans exist as a para­dox between being unique and being just like every­one else. Our indi­vid­u­al­ity is both pre­cious and com­mon­place, as it is the most impor­tant jour­ney we embark on, but only to our­selves. We talk about our­selves the most, we think about our own sit­u­a­tions more than any­one else’s, and we view the world in an ego-centric way, one that often seeks out the ben­e­fit to the self above all else.
Con­trast­ing with our self inter­est in the name of sur­vival, we’re also social crea­tures who depend on each other for many of our needs and wants. We’ve cre­ated count­less cul­tures and soci­eties to ful­fill needs that we can’t achieve on our own. Within these social groups we develop hier­ar­chies, social net­works, con­ven­tions, com­mon ground and shared expe­ri­ences, and many other indexes by which we iden­tify with oth­ers.
Lan­guage is a telling marker of iden­tity. We eval­u­ate oth­ers by their speech, and are in return also dis­sected by the things we say. Words and spe­cific ways of say­ing them announce to oth­ers where we’re from, our age group, our socio-economic sta­tus, and also betrays some of our world view. This rec­i­p­ro­cal index­ing occurs with nary a con­scious thought, most of the time, and we oper­ate in our day to day lives exact­ing very lit­tle effort to com­mu­ni­cate our needs and wants.
So, really, tell me about your­self
A quirky grad stu­dent in the busi­ness of mak­ing obser­va­tions about our lan­guage and cul­ture. An immi­grant with dual cit­i­zen­ship who’s been in the U.S. for over 15 years. A desert rat, born and bred all along the sands of north­ern Mex­ico and the south­west­ern U.S. A mother, sis­ter, daugh­ter. An aspir­ing writer inter­ested in art, music, pol­i­tics, and many other things.

This space is an expres­sion of all those things, an analy­sis of what makes you, you and me, me. If you know the com­plex­i­ties self-identity in the South­west, stick around, I’m hop­ing to unravel some of those intri­cate tapes­tries. If you don’t know what it’s like, stick around, and gain new insight into the peo­ple and places of this sig­nif­i­cant Amer­i­can region.

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