I got the job

I'll have an office in Kerckhoff next year too No, not the counselor one. Actually, I still haven’t heard from them yet. They told me they’d get back to me in mid-April. It is now mid-April and I still haven’t heard anything.

I applied for another position working with sciences students in an undergraduate research program. I interviewed on Friday. I felt it went well and was very comfortable answering the questions. Afterward, the woman coordinating the process told me that I was their top candidate. She said she’s check my references and then let me know.

I got the news this afternoon. It made me smile. I like having more solid plans for the next year.

In other news, Graduate Student Association elections begin tomorrow, but I’ve already won my position as VP of External Affairs because I’m running uncontested. Wouldn’t you vote for a girl in Winnie the Pooh ears?

Mocoface

There’s something about seeing my (formerly) little cousin take a shot of Patrón tequila with her dad that just makes me smile. (YouTube video. I tried to put it here but it made the whole page look really funky.)

I have about 100 photos of Nancy’s 21st birthday party on flickr.

If there’s anything that has kept me from sulking and generally being a really unhappy person the last few months, it has been my family.

Mil palabras: trompo

Trompo (spinning top)
Plateros, Zacatecas

What was your favorite game from the motherland?

I finally uploaded photos from the short day trip to Plateros, Zacatecas near Fresnillo. Plateros is the home of the shrine to El Santo Niño de Atocha. I remember whining (but not aloud, because my mom would have gotten mad) that I didn’t want to visit another religious shrine on my trip to Mexico. Still, the trip to Plateros ended up being great. I got several pairs of earrings and bracelets beaded by Huichol Indians.

Que lástima, pero adios

Julieta has a fabulous new single, You ever get in to one of those moods where you listen to a song over and over and can’t stop?

However, you know you don’t want to stop because something about the song — the melody, beat, lyrics, singer’s voice — makes you leave the song on loop.

On my way to work yesterday, I switched from listening to the Cure to the radio. Morning Becomes Eclectic was on and the song playing was Julieta Venegas’ new single, “Me Voy.”

It made me cry. But that’s not too difficult. I’m in a weird state these days, and it’s contributed to a mini writer’s block.

I downloaded “Me Voy” on iTunes and later had Hector (a friend and my “supplier” of all things rock en español) send me the mp3 via YouSendIt (link). I’m not sure how many times I’ve listened to “Me Voy,” but I know it’s a lot.

Irresponsable

Over on Okayplayer there’s a discussion thread on dumb things you did in college.

I’m still in college and still do dumb things, but I know the thread was in reference to the undergraduate years.

My response: slept through two midterms… and a quiz.

True story.

Winter quarter of my first year, I woke up at 10:30 a.m. My midterm for Statistics 10, a required course for all sociology majors started at 10 a.m. It was a midterm I should have aced, if I bothered to show up. I didn’t immediately drop the class. The midterm was held week 3 and was the first of two. However, the professor only counted the best grade of two midterms, the homework and the final. I dropped the class without any penalty aside from paying $3. I enrolled in Stats 10 for spring quarter with an Argentine professor who made Chispa and I giggle when she said “focus.” Sleeping through that midterm turned out to be less dumb than I originally thought because I did really well in the class with the Argentine professor. Just ask Chispa, she knows the professor thought I was “wonderful.”

The second sleepy incident came in the middle of the spring quarter. I slept through the only midterm in my Earth & Space Sciences 8 course on earthquakes. This time I was in a bad position. The professor didn’t allow to find some way to make up the midterm. I had to drop the course and took a late withdraw which showed up on my transcript. Oh well. I took the course again for pass/no pass. I passed with an A-.

The third incident of irresponsibility (but there were many, many more) came in the winter of my sophomore year. I had a 9 a.m. discussion section for Chicana/o Studies 10a, and introductory course required of all students in the major. The TA gave a pre-announced quiz in the class and I was still on the 6th floor of Hedrick Hall sleeping away. Not good. But Terri “the TA tyrant” (as my friend Victor and I called her) was rather cool and allowed me to make up the quiz.

Moral of the story? I’m irresponsible but I got away with it (somewhat), so I didn’t learn my lesson. Not a good thing.

P.S. I got all A’s and two S’s last quarter. Woo hoo!

Mil palabras: opening day

Opening day!
Dodger Stadium

I attended my first opening day game on Monday. My good friend Gabby made sure I did it right with a Phillippe’s French dip sandwich, illegal tailgating, and plenty of beer. But there were things out of our control like the rain and how well the Dodgers did. Oh well, it all can’t go as planned or hoped.

Entrevista

In the middle of February I got an email about a job opening in the counseling office of the College of Letters and Science. Most undergraduates at UCLA are part of the College and must adhere to the overall university requirements as well as the college requirements for general education and their major requirements. I grew to really enjoy counseling and working with students and the half-time counselor position felt like the perfect opportunity to do that once again. I revised my resumé and wrote my cover letter and had Ralph fax it in while I was on my way to Sacramento. A couple weeks later, I got a call about an interview and schedule it for Thursday of spring break.

I didn’t think of my interview too much until the day before when I started feeling nervous. I called a friend who works as a counselor at the College and asked if he could offer some tips about possible questions to placate my nerves.

“I have very little experience being interviewed for a job,” I explained.

My job history is rather short. In high school, I never had a formal job. My parents didn’t pressure me to work and instead preferred that I see school and my involvement there and at church as a job. I made extra cash by tutoring a couple of kids in Spanish, math and other subjects. My first “real job” came early in 2000, my sophomore year at UCLA. A friend of mine told me about a job opening in his office. I didn’t even interview for the position. I think I might have had lunch with the graduate student who ran the office and that was all. Getting hired as a work study at the Graduate Students Association office was more about who I knew rather than my skills… but the job didn’t call for much.

For my first full time job, I was interviewed and hired by a selection committee of my peers. My roommate at the time was on the hiring committee. I took on the job of director of MEChA Calmecac and faced a steep learning curve. I didn’t know how to be a supervisor. I had to quickly learn to counsel students and learn about all kinds of university policies that never impacted me because I did alright as a student. For my last job, my advisor hired me on as a graduate student researcher at HERI because she’s the director. There was no interview or formal process.

I’ve conducted dozens of interviews, but that didn’t make me feel any better. Luckily, my friend’s advice helped me to think about some questions that would be asked and some ways to prepare myself. Later that evening, I was more concerned about what I would wear than what I would say.

I think I did okay. There was at least question which threw me a bit for a loop. I said what I thought the interviewers wanted to hear rather than what I would actually do in the situation. I won’t know if I’ll be getting the position until the mid April, but I’m just anxious about knowing what will happen after this academic year.

Twelve is the magic number

Farmar and Mbah a Moute have a good reason to smile

For my first two years at UCLA, I was part of the marching band. For most of the fall quarter, it was all about football. By November, we were back in Pauley Pavilion. Rather than play in full uniform with a couple hundred musicians, we had a small pep band dressed in khakis and UCLA Hawaiian print shirts.

Every time I was in Pauley — whether it be for men or women’s basketball or men’s volleyball — I was amazed by the banners hanging around showing all the national championships teams had won in that building.

There were the 11 basketball championships, 10 under Coach John Wooden, the Wizard of Westwood, and one with Jim Harrick. From 1964 to 1973 the UCLA Bruins won 10 basketball titles. There were 18 men’s volleyball titles from 1970 to 2000. Banners for women’s gymnastics showed 5 recent national titles from 1997 to 2004.

Even though it’s cool to have all kinds of volleyball and gymnastics titles, everyone knew that UCLA was and is a basketball school. The greatness in the air from the days of Lew Alcindor and Bill Walton was always part of the excitement.

When I filled out my bracket, I had UCLA winning the whole thing. I’ve watched every UCLA game (except Belmont, I was at the Mexico/US baseball game) in the NCAA tournament. I have to admit I didn’t follow too much during the regular season. I wouldn’t call myself a fairweather fan because I’ve loved UCLA basketball since I remember hearing about the 1995 win and went to my first game in the fall of 1998.

Tomorrow will be all about two of my favorite teams, UCLA and the Dodgers. I’ll be at Chavez Ravine for the Dodgers’ opening day game against the Atlanta Braves and then I’ll nervously watch the champioship game with good friends on Monday night.

Twelve national basketball championship titles sounds really nice, doesn’t it?

Go Bruins.