Internship

I would like to be intern at a work place where I can be understood and accepted the way I am. I also would like to discover the difference between a regular job and a job in at a corporate office. I am stress about the schedule and the work duties that I would have to do. I feel like the difference between the Year Up program and the internship would be very different, but  I feel that I would do a better job in my internship than in the program, because I feel that I will be representing my community and Year Up and that makes me more  responsible. I am financially worry and planning my budget and my time management would be more challenging because I would only depend on the success of my internship  and now I have to support my parents since they are unemployed now. I have a lot of anxiety because I don’t know what would happen If I don’t get hire or if I fail in the process. I enjoyed my journey through L&D and I hope that my experience at my internship will make me stronger and that I will come out of there with more knowledge and skills.

Silent Night.

Silent night .
　
I love silent., I find it peacefully reassuring and inspiring, silent helps me to concentrate, dream, plan, and listen to myself . I believe that in our moments of silence we find the answers for our own questions. My ideas are widely vivid when I just lay down for a moment and think . My words and my pen are always ready to hear me . What always happens when I am silent is that my dreams come out. Many times I am afraid to dream to high… I guess coming back to reality is my fear. I guess I prefer to build up plans , but once again I tend to be scare of failing, then I think about destiny, my future.The future the one that feels so close but yet so distance , the unpredictable , unexpected future.‘’Future is constantly changing’’ nothing is for sure in the future, nothing is secure. I have plans of course I do, I dream, I love to do!, but that future freeze me up, like if I am a prisoner of time , time that keep on going and going, never waiting for the richest, never stopping for the poorest. The clock keeps moving fast, but I guess this second is what I want to embrace , this second is what I want to call my own , this very second is what I want to live, is what I want to decide on. This is my present this is my life this is my moment and when the future comes I want to change it again for my sweet enjoyable present.
　

I lovely hate my parents.

I lovely hate my parents.
　
Samantha’ ….. My mom screams at me very single time she sees me that doesn’t seem to change regardless of my age or the level of maturity I demonstrate. If you ask my mom about me, she would probably describe me as her pain . I been always been so different from my sister who I describe as a winner faker crying actress of the family, she is my mom’s spoil daughter and not she is not younger than me, Claudia actually is ten years older than me, but acts as my little sister. My mother religion makes me admire her, but also split us up. She is a highly spiritual person, she loves to go to church pray and adore god, however I feel that sometimes she is too stubborn on her beliefs that in my opinion she forgets about the real world and the actions and decisions that we as individuals have to make instead on just waiting for god to fix everything. My dad in the other hand is everything my mom is not, he is outgoing, liberal , rebel and self determine . I admire my dad also , but I see his ego ruins his strengths. My parents are not to follow role models. I love them deeply in my heart , but I since their divorce my parents lost their authority over me. I accepted my mom is right I’m rebel by nature. After their divorce my mother decided to leave, I believe her weakness and lack of character pushed her to leave as far as she could. I don’t blame her , she had a heart broken and hopes for a better life. My dad decided to move in with her mistress and my sister was luckily old enough to move in with her now husband. I felt most of the time like a left over , and unwanted piece that nobody wanted. I lived with most of my relatives, jumping from house to house. Through my experience I learn to take care of myself I learn to survive , there were a lot of moments when I need it a mom to guide me or to take care of me when I was sick however Bibiana was never there for me.
My supposed super hero Rolando was having to much fun drinking and pleasing his new wife that he also was unreachable . I don’t judge my parents for their action, but I cant justified them either. Growing up I thought that my parents were the worse parents in the world, I hated them, specially when I cried at night when I needed them. Today I am a mother and at first becoming a caring mother was frightening for me, I never had a real mom, so for me becoming a mom and not repeating the mistakes that my parents did is and it will always be my personal goal. The years past and I try to understand some of my parents decisions. I have to say that I am bless to have the parents I have because them without them and the life they gave me I would be different. My hardship independence and courage to face things by myself are some of the most precious gifts I gained by being abandoned by my parents. I guess sometimes monsters don’t exist to only scare you , but to help you overcome your fears and find your courage. Today I am filling an immigration petition for both of them, ironically I am the one who is making a difference for them proving myself that I am a forgiver.

Please, Translate That Into English.

Please Translate that into English
　
Recently I heard a story ,that change the way I think about languages. The story was simple, but to me makes sense. The story says that in ancient times the whole humanity spoke only one language, united the civilization decided that together they should build a tower tall enough that would reach the sky, so that they all could climb up to heaven. With only one language the civilization did not had any communication problem, in fact it was so easy to understand each other, that building the tower was so easy peaceful and unified. Sadly their god furiously destroyed the tower, and divide the civilizations into small tribes and not only that, he also decided that the punishment would be that every tribe should speak a different language, so they would never understand each other again. I love to learn new languages, it is fascinating to me the diversity and complexity of every single language I know, even thought learning languages is exciting to me sometimes learning languages don’t always has the gratifying outcome that I expected. One of the most common things I see in those who don’t speak English and speak other language, is the hardship that they have to face, injustices, misunderstandings , fear and sometimes even human cruelty. It is frustrating to me when I see language as a barrier for growth or mutual respect between races. Not enough understanding between races creates frustrations and in cases leads to aggression, stress, segregation .etc In battles one common attack strategy is by applying codes that only the army understands, but now the way I see words is as highly weapons. I value communication, I believe that by talking and expressing my thoughts is fairly my only shoot to implant, my personal thoughts into somebody else’s mind that’s why to me communicating and learning to expand not only my tongues, but the cultures and traditions that languages open to me, in other words the new the worlds I’m able to translate and finally understand. One of the most remarkable experience I gained by jumping from one language to another ,is that the only thing that we might not see or understand from others that don’t speak our same language is to understand that emotions are universal and even though we might not understand each other language , feelings are always standard ,they could be written in so many words but translate in just one single meaning. For Example ‘’love’’. regardless of our race ,sex , color, and differences we still having feelings as our common unify weapons.

Polishing a Dimond.

Internship readiness to me it means to be able to adapt to a new environment relatively fast, and also demonstrating to be able to perform and deliver high quality work. After being introduced to the professionalism concept, I believe that internship readiness is bringing brightness thoughts to the work place. Some of the qualities of a great intern are pretty basic stay on time, well organized, high performance, inquisitive and eager to learn but the most important to me will be self motivated. Through my Year Up experience I acquired many skills that help me become a better student as well as a better person.  I believe that I am not fully prepare for my internship, however I accept and welcomed the challenge, I want to be able to polish my thoughts as well as my writing skills. In this last module I am ready to give my all and demonstrate and let others who I am.

The pearly tears.

The pearly tears.

I cried, and cried the first thing I learned to do was to cry. Crying is the first thing a baby learns to do, it is survival he or she must learn how to cry to communicate and try to express want he wants , crying it is also the first job you probably had. Crying is simple, natural, invasive, but that doesn’t mean that crying is not a job, many of our job titles come that way, we not even notice that the things we do are important jobs, maybe my definition of work can be quite allusive. During our life time we gain different job titles I am a daughter, a mother, a friend, a sister, a waitress but the most important job is being a student,’’ a learner’’. My first job after high school was to sell vacuums door to door, the job description is harder than it sounds I knew that I was not going to succeed in a job like that, but I decided to try it. The first couple of days I was ready to quit, I wanted so bad to go home and forget about having to walk whole neighborhoods knocking door to door, smiling and pretending that I was happy, trying to peruse home owners to buy a 2500 dollars vacuum ,which I knew it was almost impossible to sell due to the economy, however I did not quit the job. I kept attending the meetings that they offered, I wanted to learn, I learned that sells persons try or pretend to be happy most of the time, sells persons literary brainwash people and even analyze their costumers, in order to come with the bestselling strategy. I wanted to be like that I wanted to become like that, so I try to learn and take advantage of the opportunity that was given to me there to learn and be happy regardless of the situation. I literally learn that when one door closes other might open and is not worth it to get stock on that door. My second job was at a restaurant ,the manager in there was the worse bipolar person I ever met, she made me clean every single dirty spot in the restaurant, and working with her was like being directed under an army officer the stress and the expectation for me where greater than what I expected. I hate my manager, but after I got fired I realize that she only wanted me to do my best and pushed me to be best performer , at the end of my experience there I was offered a manager position and I thanked  my manager for being so tough on me because she helped me bring the best in me. My third job, was working overnight delivering newspapers. They paid me 459 dollar biweekly for throwing 800 newspapers per night, It is been the most challenging and the most demanding job I ever had, not only I had to learn all the addresses of the clients but also I had to be aware that no matter the conditions of the weather, I had to be able to delivered their newspapers daily. It was so frustrated to me when I had complains of persons, many times I asked myself  if they thought about how difficult was to do the job being a young woman in the middle of the night with freezing temperatures or raining  driving alone. I hold that job for almost six months until I decided to leave it. Working in there did not make me richer, but it made me stronger I never thought that I could be so reliable and so responsible at the point of sacrificing myself so that others can enjoy their lecture every morning. From all my work experiences I learned something that build  up my character and shape my personality. I cried many times I felt discourage, but I thank and appreciate every single learning opportunity given to me. From every single mistake I had in my previous jobs I  dropped precious  tears, but behind all of them there is a beautiful learning experience, so my favorite job ever is to learn from my mistakes , and all I want is to keep learning.

Rebellion is power.

Rebellious do, the right thing.

I respect and admire those who stand up for their believes, those who see the world different, those who are not afraid to speak up their mind. I admire those  who have the courage to tell  the untold stories , the things we all  know about but few dare  to say out loud, the ones that want to destroy the secrecy .   I think that those who stand up, speak , act and do something  are those who make justice exist in this world. I can’t imagine history without those who wanted independence, the ones who fought against slavery or the ones that believed that we should all be equal regardless of color ethnicity or social statues.  People who want to expand freedom, people who go against rules. People who wants liberty equality and rights for all and they go beyond their imaginations to make things happen. I am a Rebellious by nature I can accept concepts and rules without questioning the purpose of a common cause. I admire persons who believe in honesty and value the true, but sadly in our actual world less and less people have this valuable skills. Instead we have more selfish and greedy politicians, business owners, associations and even whole corporations with the thirst of power and endless ambitious. The world that we have is reflected by those who are greedy and  only think about themselves instead of being  trustworthy leaders and focus on the needs of population, the future of our kids and everyone’s well  the focus on what is the best capital the best revenue the best investment . It’s hard to find corporations that can take decisions without focusing in the profit first, most member of corporations detach from acting  like humans , in the professional environment very few colleges, manager, bosses , CEO care about the personal lives of their employees, and that is where  I  believe that the business model starts to act selfish  when every single member of a corporation try to ignore the emotional part of being human and instead try to work as a machine efficient productive useful , but senseless. No one at a office work will care about a college facing personal problems instead of offering any kind of support  corporations will have that person fired the moment personal issue will affect the company’s expectative. Finding somebody else that could be capable of being productive is very easy and as many say no one is irreplaceable. How can we all be against something that we are all part of? . Corporations secure their incomes first it’s all about the money as long as they have their money they won’t stop to think about others . We are facing a time where companies have make their profits out of others suffer an example of this is the housing crisis, thousands of families have lost their houses do to irregular interest rates on their mortgage control by banks which are obviously securing their money first . Actions like this one can evolve to a series of uncontrolled economic crisis, but again companies won’t worry about because the price will be paid by those who are on the bottom. After the great depression Diego Rivera express this kind of situation on his famous mural ‘’Frozen Assets’’ in which he painted his emotions and reveal what his eyes saw ,about bankers and the duel that people from the low class can feel  and face when corporations build their capital over peoples suffering , Rivera lost his job and was forced out of the country after publishing his murals. He was one that decided to do the right thing even when that would mean to lose his job. The 99% occupy movement are those who stand up, those who want to change things and stop corporations from stepping over people’s suffering. Rebellious is power and only the ones who are rebel enough and dare to change things to make them the right way are the ones who fight for our rights. You might not want to camp outside in the cold weather or protest and get arrested but you can support by doing the right thing by not forgetting that we are humans not robots and that is not always about money there are many other valuable values to keep and many other things to archive.