Sunday, November 29, 2009

THE ROAD HEC'S TRAVELED

Hector Luis Alamo, Jr.
My experiences this semester have taught me to exercise more control over my life. Looking back on how I used to be at the beginning of the semester (by rereading my older posts on my blog and tracking my inner growth from the beginning of the semester until now), I’m satisfied with the changes I’ve exhibited in these few months. At the start, I was borderline complacent with my life--I allowed myself to be acted on instead of taking action myself. Forgiving me for being cliché, I was sitting in the bleachers when I should have been on the field.

What I’ve learned this semester is that life is for living. If there are things I want in life, if there are aspects of my life that I want to change--things I want to make better or eliminate entirely--I have all the tools to do so. I can make my life what ever I want it to be. Success and happiness merely take serious planning and a commitment to consistent, purposeful actions and behaviors. Success and happiness are not merely things that occur randomly. They are the products of hard work, the thoughtful organization of one’s priorities and obstacles, the know-how to acquire the appropriate information and other tools, and a proper sense of self to ensure the devotion needed to attain one’s goals.

Before this semester, I was waiting for my life’s path to be revealed just in front of me. While my future is beginning to unravel before me, it’s the future that I am building through conscientious evaluations of myself, my life, and my life goals. My mentality has shifted from being that of person waiting for the next move to come his way to that of a person eager to make those moves materialize when he wants them to. I am confident in my abilities, and through the knowledge and awareness I’ve gained by enrolling in this course, I am building confidence in my ability to initiate success in my life.

As many of you may remember, I experienced an exciting first this semester. I completed my very first assignment as a journalist working for a local neighborhood monthly newspaper. If anyone had told me I would be working for a small newspaper by the end of the year, I would’ve told them they were nuts. Hopefully, working for La Voz del Paseo Boricua will be an excellent learning experience for me and provide me with the skills I will need in furthering my career as a writer and journalist. I’m still much more inconsistent with my behavior than I would like to be; I need to practice being driven, motivated, organized, and active.

Unfortunately, I cannot offer my advice for improving the course or whatnot. My semester started a month late, and once I actually did attend my first class session, I had problems regularly attending and fulfilling certain requirements, such as homework and other projects. I wish I had taken advantage of this course more, as I think it’s the type of course that offers more benefits when committed to entirely. In the end, it’s my loss, and I have to count whichever benefits I have managed to snatch this semester.

However, where ever I attended and participated in this course, I fully enjoyed it. I’ve told friends and classmates about my experiences in this class, describing Leadership for Change as “pure fun” and “eye-opening.” There’s an informal, friendly, and personal feel to the class. People open up. We share ideas, fears, and goals. We celebrate our success together and empathize with each other’s failures and setbacks. The class’s whole environment fosters motivation and drive. A student is surrounded by other people taking charge of their life’s direction, and this makes one want to do the same. It’s an exciting feeling being a part of this class and its ambitions.

I’ve some interesting and unexpected role model experiences in the past couple weeks. I had the standard interview with the editor La Voz, Marisol, asking her: what motivated her initially and continues to motivate her?; what feelings or satisfaction does she experience through her work in journalism?; how has she managed setbacks?; and what advice does she have for me concerning my immediate future and my lifelong goals? It was interesting talking to her, because since she’s only a year or two older than I, I could easily relate with what she was telling me. Where talking to my other role models involved talking to older people who were further along in their careers, Marisol was only a few (albeit major) steps ahead of me. As a graduate student in Northwestern’s School for Journalism and an editor for a minor yet influential newspaper, she’s doing something I seriously hope to be doing myself in the near future.

I had hard times sessions with two other people who then reveal themselves to be role models themselves. Although Jodene is a museum administration for a small, local cultural institute, I found out that she, too, is a journalism grad student at Northwestern. I didn’t ask her any standard questions, since she was simply there to listen to my stress over certain situations in my life and offer her support in seeing me get through it all. It was exciting to learn of our shared dream of working for the Chicago Tribune in the future, and I will assuredly rely on her wisdom and experience as I start my journey to my goals in the upcoming months.

My final role model experience was with my history professor, Jose Lopez. Since one of my life goals is to become a professor of history myself, I really like setting aside time each week to have a discussion with him in his office. I’ve learned that he is quite active in the Puerto Rican community and the Humboldt Park area. His activism and community involvement and influence is something I aspire to possess. He told me that I had all the tools to succeed but just need to learn to prioritize my life and focus on achieve short-term and long-term goals.

As always, if anything, the role model experiences were insightful and reassuring.

I can’t wait to finish this semester up. I wouldn’t consider my performance these past few months as one of my finest, so I’m eager to limp out of this semester, count my loses, regroup, and finish my undergrad studies strong next semester. I’m also VERY ready to start the work of building a career in journalism and community activism and organizing.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

PERSERVERANCE

First of all, as my partner Christine will tell you, I am completely sick right now. I don’t know how it happened. I got attacked with these flu like symptoms in a matter of hours!

I’m happy to report that I fulfilled my goals for the week. I wanted to find two new role models for the week, which I did. The first, a man by the name of Gary Fujimara, was recommended to me through one of my original role models, Allison. He apparently works for the Sun-Times in some capacity, but Allison wasn’t sure what is exact role in the company was. I wanted to calm him sooner, but my voice is so stuffed up, and my brain is pounding so much, that I wasn’t up to it in the least bit. I plan on calling him first thing after I’m cured from this bout. I still can’t believe that I’ve gotten sick twice in such a short amount of time. I guess my bodies just isn’t what it used to be.

My other two goals was to fill out my weekly planner and to apply to five positions (which I did through CareerBuilder.com). I plan on calling back in a few days to check up on the application process.

I met with Christine on Wednesday after class at 1 o’clock. It involved a pretty casual setting. I met with her in her dorm, and we just went through various aspects of the meeting. We spent some time catching up, talking about hard times--issues that had absolutely nothing to do with our goals but everything to do with our emotional, spiritual, and mental well-being. We had several things in common with regards to what detracts us from what we wish to achieve in life--family, friends, and romantic relationships. It was re-affirming to have someone convey to me the same feelings and anxieties that I feel myself. I’m really glad that she ended up being my partner, because we’ve hit it off since we met several weeks back.

I really don’t know what more there is to say. I’m trying to focus my mind on this post, but the fact that I cannot breathe out of my noise is annoying me to no end. I hope, more than anything, that I’m at least semi-normal tomorrow. As of now, I feel miserable, so wish me luck!

Even if I’m a zombie tomorrow, I will be in class to have my arm in that candy bag again. Doing what you plan on doing, no matter how difficult it may seem, is thrilling. My life goals seemed so much bigger than I could manage, but this class has taught me to put everything in perspective and devise plans of action to fulfill those ambitions. The wheels are moving, and I can only hope that I take what I learned in this class and use its lessons for the rest of my life.

Sunday, November 8, 2009

I WISH LIFE HAD GUARD RAILS

This week was a bit uneventful in relation to the past weeks I’ve had, but there are a few things worth noting.

First, I only got to talk to one of my role models (making me think that I should start work on an entirely different set of potential contacts), but I did get Dawn’s contact number. Unfortunately, she said that she would be unavailable this weekend but to call her first thing in the morning on Monday, so I’m anxiously awaiting the chance to actually speak with her, especially after so many weeks. Before bed, I’m going to make a simple outline of questions I want to ask and topics I want to touch on during our phone conversation.

I spoke with a distant family friend, Allison, who works for the Boston Globe and received a Master’s degree in journalism from Harvard a few years back. I met her a couple years ago at a family function. She had heard through my ex-girlfriend’s mother (who was her college roommate at Brandeis) that I had done a lot of writing on my blog, and having visited it a few times before, she was one of the very first people to encourage me to pursue a career in writing.

Calling her involved a lot of casual conversation: catching up, asking about how things are going for her in Boston, her asking how things were going with school and life. Then I started to ask her things pertaining to her career. I asked her what got her into journalism in the first place, what kind of fulfillment does she gain from writing, and how she copes during phases of discouragement. It was an insightful conversation, to say the least. It was also very encouraging, because I realized that I could actually be happy if I dedicate myself to this type of life, the life of a writer. Her words and advice helped orient my goals and filled me with a sense of purpose. She offered to be my mentor during my early stages, and I promised to keep in touch from time to time, coming to her with updates on my progress and any new questions or concerns that will undoubtedly arise. I also congratulated her on her new book on prescription drugs (which I had heard was getting terrific reviews). I was honored by her request that I read the book and give my thoughts on it. (Me? Who am I to critique her? It will be nerve-racking.)

Other than that, I started my search for a new job by revising my resume and applying to a few ads online. Also, I attended an interesting seminar Saturday morning on how to be docent (a museum tour guide). It may be something I would like to do on the side (being a history major and uncovering my new passion for Latino culture). I’m going to talk to the gentleman who conducted the seminar and explore that idea more with him.

I can’t remember what I put on my pink card for the week, but I hope I’ll have my arm elbow-deep in that candy bag come tomorrow night. Lord knows I need it! hahaha