Diversity

I know, I know.  I’m a bad blogger.  I haven’t updated in awhile; nor have I shared my winter break stories.  First, though, I have to show you this ridiculous survey I’m answering.  The career center at school sent out an email asking us to participate, but I don’t think they’re the ones who wrote it; it is probably some sort of company that does recruitment.  So, here’s a question I was asked (screenshot):

diversityWhy yes, I do have an age.  Is it a diverse age?  HOW CAN ANY AGE BE DIVERSE!?  If a workplace has a wide range of workers, then there exists a diverse age range in that workplace.  So, these are the ones that I find problematic (in that everyone has one; it’s just a matter of whether your personal ___ is different from everyone else’s ___):

  • age
  • education
  • ethnicity
  • gender
  • life experience
  • nationality
  • personality (HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA)
  • sexual orientation (GLBT?  Who calls it GLBT?  I’ve always seen it LGBT; I guess that’s just an example of the diversity of my experience in this matter.  Moreover, since when is heterosexual–but hopefully not overly heteronormative–not a sexual orientation?)
  • socioeconomic background
  • work function
  • work style

I have a love/hate relationship with, “What makes you MORE DIVERSE THAN EVERYONE ELSE?” type questions.  Because, really?  More diverse?  Diversity comes from a collective.  I am only diverse if I have a variety of things within myself *that’s what she said*.  It reminds me of the “diversity workshop” portion of RA training when I worked for CTD.  We spent a couple hours listening to someone teach us about diversity.  What did we learn?  That the presenter was from Brazil, but she was Italian. In addition, “Hispanic is offensive, because not everyone speaks Spanish.  Latino or Latina is preferred.”  Really productive, wouldn’t you say?  The whole experience was offensive!  I ought to have stood up and had a diversity competition with her.  “You’re of Italian descent?  Well, I’m of Taiwanese descent.  You’re from Brazil?  Well, I’m from Cleveland.  You live in Chicago?  Well, I live in the Bay Area.”  Does it make me more diverse that I grew up in an area where most people didn’t share my skin color?  Does it make me more diverse that I now live in an area where there are a lot of people with different skin colors?  Maybe; maybe not.  It’s more how those (and other) experiences have shaped me.  I’ve led diversity workshops, and let me tell you, they can be a lot more effective than the drivel to which Northwestern employees are apparently subjected.  (Sorry for the convoluted prepositions.)

Speaking of Northwestern, let me show you my “diversity statement” for their application.

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I am gratified to be asked about diversity because exposure to and interaction with a wide variety of people and ideas have so strongly shaped the person that I am today. There are, of course, the checkboxes I fill in on demographics forms. My parents are immigrants, and I grew up in a Midwestern town that did not abound in Asian faces. We later moved to a San Francisco Bay Area suburb whose ethnic and religious composition differed greatly from my hometown. It’s a little fun to defy expectations; Californians marvel at “the Taiwanese girl from Ohio,” and my Midwestern friends are often shocked by the number of Mormons now in my social circle. Neither my ethnicity nor their religion will be the first characteristics listed for our respective regions, but the reality of modern America is that this isn’t completely preposterous.

Tonight, I joined my friend’s family for a Hanukkah dinner. I haven’t been able to share in this tradition since leaving Cleveland, so it was delightful (and delicious) to partake of the latkes. Less ephemeral than the latkes, however, were our cultural revelations. We discussed how, when a friend is from a different background, it can be hard to parse whether our habits are due to personality quirks or cultural influences. I realized that my personal culture is shaped by all the people I’ve met, not just based on my parents’ nation of origin or my predilection for Black Forest Cake. My cognition is enhanced by my experiences, which will in turn contribute to the diversity at Northwestern.

My undergraduate experience has been at a public university, and we pride ourselves on tolerance and bringing together a wide range of backgrounds, but we still lag in representing California’s statewide population. I’ve met people who have not had as straightforward a path in science as I have had. I’ve been able to develop a passion for research because people encouraged me and my high school had the resources for advanced lab activities. Others were shoveled through under-funded programs or shied away from research because of media portrayals. People have every right to mistrust biotechnology, but it should not be due to inaccessibility or bizarre depictions of Frankenfood.

I bring a linguist’s perspective to solving problems; I bring a culturally-aware background to a diverse working environment; I bring passion for scientific research and equity in education. These are all qualities that I’ll encounter at Northwestern, so it is vital that I be able to learn and grow from the diversity that the campus has fostered.

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So, here are my questions for you.  Which checkboxes from above would you mark?  (You can pick the problematic ones if you want; but explain!)  Which criteria do you think are important for a diverse workplace, academic setting, or life?

Happy New Year!

Almost!  It’s currently 11PM my time.  I just checked The World Clock, and it’s 8AM in Paris.  [Count, count, count...] That means they’re currently nine hours ahead of PST.  Okay!  So, I have several things to get through tonight.  There is the small, eensy little matter of applying to the schools whose deadlines are while I’ll be in Paris.  I also have to pack (begin and finish).  Oh, and lastly, er…I have this eye infection.  Really, it’s plural, because both eyes are infected.  I’m eye-dropping myself every hour, and getting quite good at it, I might add.

Why am I blogging, then?  Well, I’ve got twenty minutes before I have to eye-drop again, so I figure I might make a list here of the things I need to remember, as well as include some odds and ends.  This is my first trip to Europe, and I must say, there have already been some surprises.  For instance, what does one find in the Latin Quarter of Paris?  I had images of samba, tortillas, and beans.  A Euro-Mission District, if you will.  After all, there’s a Chinatown, too, albeit not the “OG,” the way the San Francisco Chinatown has been described to me.  As it turns out (this might only be a revelation to me and Tiffany), the Latin Quarter has nothing to do with Latin America.  Okay, now that I put it in terms of Latin America, I guess I can understand why the Old World would not have one.  The Latin Quarter, in fact, is where people do Latin. Or, did Latin.  Now, it’s universities and cafes and such.  What’s more exciting, Latin food or Classicists?  I’m just sayin’…maybe they should branch out a little!

In addition, my friend told me we were staying in Rue Paul Bert, so I did a search.  11e arrondissement.  Cool.  We figured we’d stay close to home the first day if we were tired from travel and just explore around the Place de la Bastille.  Hm.  Well, tonight, I did a search for the full address.  Turns out, there’s also a Rue Paul Bert in a suburb of Paris.  We’re actually staying to the southwest of the city.  CDG is to the northeast of the city.  Yeah.  That’s ok.  Regroup.  This actually takes us closer to Versailles, which is free the first Sunday of the month.  Which brings me to the tentative itinerary…

January
1 – arrival, Bastille
2 – Eiffel Tower
3 – Normandy? Train to Rouen and back
4 – Versailles
5 – Musee Picasso
6 – Louvre, Sainte Chapelle, Jardin des Tuileries maybe
7 – Notre-Dame, Pompidou, City Hall, Pantheon, Jardin du Luxembourg maybe
8 – Arc de Triomphe, Champs-Elysee
9 – Louvre, Musee d’Orsay, Jardin des Tuileries maybe
10 – Belgium
11 – Belgium
12 – Sacre-Coeur Basilica, Montmartre, Pigalle
13 – Nothing planned
14 – Leaving

Aside from the Bastille on the first day, we should still be okay.  We’ll be getting either a Carte Orange (old school) or Navigo (new-fangled technology) for transportation, as well as a four-day museum pass (hence, that span of museum-museum-museum!).  We might just walk around with baguette/cheese/wine in hand and explore.  Oh, and can’t forget the cameras.  That being said, I should use my blogging time productively and make a list of the things to pack.

  • sweaters
  • underpinnings
  • socks
  • boots (I’ll wear my red/white shoes on the plane)
  • toiletries: toothpaste, lotion, (Tiff’s got shampoo/conditioner), toothbrush
  • SWEATERS
  • scarves
  • travel journal (write in Marie’s phone number, Uncle Tony’s phone number)
  • contacts, cases, and saline solution
  • sunglasses (carry-on)
  • SWEATERS
  • passport, money
  • backpack (as a carry-on and for the trip to Belgium?)
  • tights and leggings
  • SWEATERS
  • almost forgot: pants
  • white/black polka dot dress, LBD (definitely worn over SWEATERS)
  • purse with zipper
  • iPod, camera, and phone + chargers
  • plug converters
  • gloves and hat

That’s all I can think of right now; I emailed the list to Tiffany to see if she has any thoughts.  I also just paused in typing to eye-drop, so I really ought to get going on things.  Incidentally, I woke up this morning and really couldn’t open my eyes.  Not because they were stuck together, as can happen if there’s discharge (yeah, I found out that that can happen), but because the eyelid muscles didn’t want to pull apart and because my eyeballs were REALLY SORE!  Ouch!  When my dad and I went to the bank to exchange currency (PSA for those in the Yay Area who use Bank of America: the main branch is in Berkeley, at the Shattuck location; you can exchange currency there on the spot; otherwise, there’s a couple-days’ wait) I was squinting at the teller very ogre-ishly.  I set up an emergency eye appointment and found out this afternoon that I have a mini eye infection!

[Tiff has given me some ideas, they've been duly appended.]

I’m not sure why that warranted an exclamation point.  At any rate, on the sheet that goes in my file, there are pre-printed circles for the doctors to draw what they see on my eyeballs.  Yep!  So, on each of my circles she had three small dots.  If it were a serious infection or ulcer-like, she explained, then there would be large white patches.  As it is, she saw faint white colonies.  So, I’m proceeding with an “aggressive” course of antibiotics.  When she told me, I thought I’d have to swallow my fear of swallowing pills (ha!) and just gulp it down.  I think the general theme of this post is Cindy’s Missing Brain, though, because why would they be pills!?  Of course it’s eyedrops.  Which I’m now getting rather good at.  Tip: tilt your head back, hold your upper eyelid, position the dropper above the eyeball, then look down (just with your eye; not with your head) while squeezing.  It works!  Dab spills with a tissue.

It’s now midnight.  I should get going on the applications.  Now that I’ve made a list of what needs to be packed, I think I’ll be ok doing that while tired.  Applications, on the other hand, should be done while as alert as possible.  Yes.

Achy Breaky…Neck

Today, I was in lab from 9AM to 11:00PM.  No joke.  I did a big transformation experiment; details will come.  Since I’ve been home, I’ve been able to eat a small dinner, check my Facebook messages (ha…how college is that?  There’s always time to check Facebook!  Although, that might be a more “Facebook” characteristic than a “college” characteristic nowadays…), edit my student’s speech, and check out a blog by the Berkeley Language Center.  And now, I must rush to get my work and research done so that I can go to class and meet with professors tomorrow.  First, though, let me do some publicity…

  • Check out Found in Translation.  A regular poster (the originator of the blog, in fact) is competing for a Blogging scholarship, so you can help out by voting for him!
  • So, more specifically, go here, click on the “Vote” button, and select David Malinowski!  This seems like a cool contest…maybe, if I’m fortunate enough to be in school next year, I’ll enter, too :D

As if this didn’t sound like enough of a campaign, let me offer some promises.  I will blog more soon, and these are the upcoming topics:

  • Halloween 2008.  I was a GFP bunny, and there are pictures.  They’ll come.  I promise.
  • Prop 8.  All of you who are flicking off the camera with a ring.  Don’t worry; I found some friends to participate.  If you’re lucky, they’ll guest post.  If you’re not, you’ll be stuck with me, but you’ll get the picture (ha!) either way.  I promise.
  • Acronyms.  You might wonder why GFP is important, or what GFP even is.  Well, never fear.  I’ll explain.  I promise.
  • Actually, I gave you two links that will explain GFP and its significance much better than I can, so it would be better for me to tell you how I use it in lab.  Hurray!  We’re not making Franken-foods, I promise.

And with that, I will commence my To Do list.  Holy crap.  It’s a To Do list, but it’s more like Cindy-in-a-pile-of-Do-Do.  *sigh*

I am so nervous

I am so nervous about Proposition 8.  This is a proposed amendment to the California Constitution that defeats equality and basic human rights.  Again, banning same-sex marriage has nothing to do with religious freedom or health education in schools.  It has to do with human dignity, a linguistic differentiation between “civil union” and “marriage,” and an intolerance that would be ominous to our future as a tolerant, humane people.  As of 11:50 PM, 44% of votes have been reported, and Yes on 8 is leading 53% to 47%.  AHH!

Now, the good news.

THIS IS POST 100!  Also, GOBAMA!  It’s a good night in Berkeley.  (Details and pictorials to come.)

Happy Blogiversary, Varsha :D

VOTE!

I looked at my “Facebook friends” page just now.  The default category they show is people who have recently updated their status statements.  With the exception of two, everyone (maybe 100?) on the front page had something about the election tomorrow!  I’m hopeful for our future.

BaROCK the vote.  Also, NO on 2, 4, 8 (Who do we appreciate?)!  One person was voting for McCain and Yes on 8, but everyone else was for Obama and No on 8.  Thank goodness, although I do think that’s reflective of the Berkeley and Cleveland populations more than America as a whole.

*Fingers crossed*

Pro…

…crastinate.

That’s one midterm down; two to go.  (And the GRE in Biology.)  So, I should be studying.  What am I doing, though?  Procrastinating, of course.

  • We popped in Love Actually.  Erin accused me of starting Christmas early; I swear I’m not!  I bought the DVD quite awhile ago, and everytime I go home, Lee Mama asks me why it’s just sitting around.  So, I finally brought it back to Berkeley, and what better time than the present?
  • I love to waste time on the Internet.  Mostly, it’s blogs.  But, a current favorite is Passive Aggressive Notes.

Because no one should run out of ways to procrastinate.

Refrain from last semester

Last semester, I was living with my parents and commuting to school.  I slept a lot on BART (it takes about an hour each way) rather than do work…and I did not have much of a social life.  Today, I found myself thinking, yet again, “I have no friends,” but for very different reasons.

First of all, this was not a completely fair assertion last semester.  I did have friends, lovely ones who let me crash in Berkeley on the rare occasion I attended some kind of *ahem* social function, but moving back home after two years of college life made me feel like I had landed in high school again.  This time, it was worse, though, because all my friends were in college, and therefore there was no one in Pleasanton to hang out with me.

As for today…

I am the president of the Society of Linguistic Undergraduate Students.  SLUgS.  Pretty awesome, yeah?  (The name; not my office.)  Today, we had a group study session…and no one showed up.  I took the cocoa chai cake, and the only person who got to try it out was Chad, who stopped by with Dia de los Muertos (accents are missing because I’m not sure where they belong and how they point) bread on his way to church.  So, I guess I have one friend.  Two, if you count Michelle, who talked to me online while I was waiting for people to show up.  Three, if you count SLUgS alumnus Nate, who called from Carnegie-Mellon to see how the study session was going.

So, life is looking up after all.

Goals!

Alright, so here it is.  Tuesday, November 4, 2008 is a very important day!  Yes, there’s the little thing those in the biz like to call the Election.  But more importantly, it will be Varsha’s and my Blogiversary!  No, that doesn’t utilize the proper Latin, but I’m not a classicist, am I?

Because I took a statistics midterm today, I’m thinking in equations.  So, here are a couple for consideration.

Goal: 100 posts by 1 year
Current number of posts: 87 (88 after this one…an auspicious number!)
Number of posts needed to achieve goal: 100 – 88 = 12

Deadline: Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Current date: Thursday, October 30, 2008
Days before deadline: 1 day in Oct. + 4 days (I’m giving myself all of Tuesday) in Nov. = 5 days

Posts per day: 12 ÷ 5 = 2 2/5 (fractions are so much better than decimals)

Can we do it?  Yes!  Especially because I have several more picture posts all lined up and ready to go!  Hurray :D   Incidentally, I’m making friends in the blogging world and want to give some shout-outs to Jen, Korie, Jenna, and Diane!

Several things may stand in my way, although only one of them will be before Tuesday.  On Monday, I have a lab practical.  On Thursday, I have a genetics exam.  On Friday, I have a microbiology exam.  On Saturday, I’m taking the GRE in Biology.  Surely I ought to study for some of these.  Of course, there is also Halloween tomorrow (I’m going to be a GFP bunny!), the football game this weekend (in the rain!), and responding to the professors who’ve been talking to me about grad school.

Thank goodness for baked goods.

Marking Time

There’s an oft-forwarded email that beseeches us to take charge of our time–”Ask the cancer patient what a year means; ask the commuter what a minute means,” and with various time increments in between.  There is also the song from Rent, which, incidentally, is how I know the number of minutes in a year.  Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes.  How do you measure a year in a life?  I remember a fifth-grade classmate singing “Seasons of Love,” but I never placed it in context until the film came out in 2005.

Time is forefront in my mind these days.  I celebrated my 21st birthday last week–all week.  It is now, in my senior year of college, that I wonder how I’ll mark my time when I’m no longer in school.  I want to go to grad school for genetics/genomics, but what kind of program and for how long is still up in the air.  Regardless, I will no longer have a pat answer for, “What year are you?”  Tomorrow, I’ll be taking the GRE.  Time pressures are often a concern for standardized tests.  In addition, I’ve heard the GRE described as the bastard step-child of the standardized tests; will I come out of the GRE/grad school application process feeling as though it was a four-hour waste of my time?

Yesterday, I watched the Chicago Bears play the Atlanta Falcons.  The Falcons were leading in the fourth quarter when the Bears scored a touchdown!  Hurray!  (I usually like Chicago when Cleveland isn’t involved.)  It looked like the clock would work in Chicago’s favor, as there wasn’t much time left in the game; unfortunately, Atlanta then had enough time to score a field goal.  Now, the clock worked against Chicago, because it had wasted too many seconds in trying to keep Atlanta from having the chance to score.  Sportscasters love to talk about teams that can control the clock; it is particularly salient just how manipulative they can be when we consider how long a professional football game actually lasts, given that each quarter is fifteen minutes long.  From charged time-outs to running out-of-bounds, we mark time very differently in a football game from, say, the GRE.

Your time is precious; as is mine.  I need to do some last minute studying, but more importantly, I’m watching the Browns play the Giants right now.  GO CLEVELAND!

Memorial

Today, I’ll be watching the Cal Bears play Colorado State in Memorial Stadium, constructed to honor those who dedicated their service and ultimately, their lives, to America’s cause in World War I.  There has been much recent controversy surrounding the stadium, but instead of addressing those issues now, I’d like to post on memorials.

News spread today about the death of Paul Newman.  Just two weeks ago, we marked the anniversary of the attacks on the World Trade Center.  I have not properly paid tribute to all the lives that we have lost–to time, to disasters, to war, nor am I sufficiently eloquent to do so.  Instead, I’ll write a tidbit to celebrate Paul Newman, and though it is offbeat, please do not take it as flippant or any less heartfelt.

Cal Dining has made a significant effort to support organic food efforts and to eliminate trans-fats from the food they serve and the products they sell.  One of the lines they brought in was Newman’s Own, and because I had so many mealpoints freshman year, I partook of more than my fair share.  Let me tell you–that popcorn is delicious!  I must warn you, though.  It’s a little smelly when you pop it in the microwave; yet somehow, that smelliness translates into delicious (and socially-conscious, you know…) popcorn.  So, in addition to all that Paul Newman has contributed to our society, remember the popcorn he brought to us.

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