Sunday, April 26, 2015

Please Welcome Special Guest Nestor Torres

In the Pursuit of Higher Education

By Nestor Torres

“Mi vida esta hecha de todas las vidas.” – Pablo Neruda

For me, the path to higher education has not been an easy one. I am a Xican@. I am the product of more than 500 years of colonialism, genocide, oppression, and systematic racism. Despite the obstacles that this identity inherently bears, it proves that tough situations always breed tough people.

My parents migrated here “illegally” from a small pueblo in Mexico in the early 1990’s with the hopes of providing their up and coming family with a myriad of new opportunities they themselves were never exposed to. It is a goal they have selflessly and unwaveringly remained dedicated to for decades now. They are, above all, my ultimate motivation to pursue higher education. Every drop of sweat that has ever rolled down the face of my father as he worked in ungodly conditions as a date tree worker is what drives me to want to better my own life and that of my future family. Every tear that my mother has ever shed in her trying journey as a mother of four is what inspires me to want to be the semi-perfect son she deserves.

Of course, there have also been other non-familial sources of inspiration in my life. Every restless hour on and off the clock my devoted teachers and mentors ever spent pushing, empowering, and encouraging me to try my best in my academic coursework is what has made me want to do right by them and make them proud. Every unjustly profiled and incarcerated person of color who has ever fallen victim to the school-to-prison pipeline is what motivates me to do right by all oppressed people I can ever be of any service to. Every under-represented and under-resourced student who has ever been failed by the school system and been allowed to fall through the cracks, never to reach graduation or to ever be given the hope of pursuing higher education is what moves me to want to fix this rigged system that devalues the lives of people of color. Every historical instance of oppression exercised over my ancestors that history books have ever tried to justify or ignore altogether is what makes me want to recover and honor the histories of my beautiful people.

All in all, I am a product of very unfortunate histories that I seek to challenge, break down, and rectify as a pursuer of social justice. I do not know what the future holds in store for me, for I still have very much to learn, but I do hope to go on to be able to give back to my community that despite its various limitations, has found a way to give me so much. It has given me knowledge, power, passion, wisdom, and strength. For me, this is something I hope to pursue now and though my years of higher education, starting at UC Berkeley. I hope to serve as an example and role model for students in my community who want to pursue higher education that we are very much capable of going out into the real world and into the world’s most prestigious public university and excel in all aspects of life.

Nestor Torres is a 2014 graduate of Coachella Valley High School and a first year student at the University of California, Berkeley.

Sunday, April 19, 2015

Please Welcome Special Guest Doris Vaglienty

Andiamo! - Let’s go!

By Doris Vaglienty

I often wonder what inspired my grandparents to emigrate from their respective countries and embark upon a journey to start a new life in this country. What motivated them to seek the unknown? Likely, an internal question served as a trigger for a call to action, a goal was visualized then the ganas, or passione, fueled a solution. These words deeply resonated in my daily life as an adolescent. My grandparents’ experiences, a motivating force, flowed through my veins and as a result, part of my destiny has been to “travel afar.” I’ve traveled in a literal sense; however, it is through reading and an education that I have been able to open doors to other worlds. Hence, my first significant journey and new chapter in my life didn’t start when I attended the university; it began in high school when I discovered the power of reading.

Truly, my journey began before high school and was fraught by socio-economic inequity. The idea of attending a university was inconceivable on a social level, given that I was a first-generation as well as a first-born female in my family; and economically, my parents didn’t have the resources. Therefore, at the age of thirteen, I made a conscious decision to attend one of the largest college preparatory high schools in my hometown to set me on the path to a university. A daunting task and a grand feat all on its own, I managed to pay my way and quickly learned the value of money and hard work at an early age.

During this period of my life, I seriously took to prepare in high school for the university. With books in tow, under sweet balmy breezy Orange County mornings, I recall walking a mile and a half a day to and from school in my only pair of tennis shoes. By walking the distance, this routine allowed me to reflect. Upon arrival, students in uniform, college prep courses, service, and learning were de rigeur. READING, I came to know, was pivotal and life changing.

Reading unlocked the door to other cultures, values, and perspectives. In addition, reading opened my mind to a realm of possibilities. Anything was attainable. Core subjects together with foreign language, art, and music (in elementary), shaped my creativity. Yet, what I vividly remember is sitting in English class with my own one-inch-thick hardcover white grammar book accompanied by my literature books. Lectures were engaging and as my pen glided ever so effortlessly as I took notes in shorthand, I felt proud. In turn, writing was an “end to the means.” Early on, I quickly recognized that the way to traverse oceans and engage in new worlds in my non-fictional life was to exert myself in my studies. I was focused, always looking toward the university; it was waiting for me—I had a goal and a dream.

Despite being accepted to UCLA, the opportunity never came to fruition, given I had no means of transportation and I could not conceive of living in dorms so far away from home. The solution was to attend the local college for the next two years. I then transferred to Cal State University of Long Beach. My routine for the following years consisted of riding buses daily for almost two hours each way. On the bus I read, studied, completed my homework, and gazed out the window, imagining. I walked to work, and then, finally, walked home. Put into perspective, there was simply not any time for distraction. In retrospect, my journey through high school and the university required, above all, discipline.

Many years have gone by; however, I continue to foster my passions: travel, reading, and life long learning integrated into one. Coachella, a distant place from home, has allowed me to put into practice the irreplaceable knowledge acquired through my many travels. Reading is still part of my life. Now, I slowly work my way through the labyrinths of libraries and book festivals, allowing my fingers to select a book for my next trip. Today, I teach AP Spanish Literature and Culture, my journey has not ended…vamos, are you ready to “write” a journey of your own?

Doris Vaglienty holds two Master’s Degrees: one in Spanish Peninsular Literature and the other in Education. She has managed her own translation and interpretation business, taught at College of the Desert, studied in Spain, and studied art in Italy. She has two beautiful daughters and on occasion she spends her summers abroad. She teaches literacy and strives for her students to fully reach their potential.


Saturday, April 11, 2015

Please Welcome Special Guest Dr. Miguel H. López

Working in the Fields: A Different Type of Rigor, a Different Type of Reward.

By: Dr. Miguel H. López

It was 4:30 in the morning. I could hear the crickets chirping in unison outside my house. The year was 1975. It was summertime and I had just come down to the Coachella Valley to work for a few months in the fields to help finish paying for my college education. I had just completed my third year at U.C. Riverside. Believe me, I wondered and would ask myself, “Why am I doing this kind of work when I can be doing some other type of easier work!”  However, I was really motivated to work and willing to make some money for my last year at the university. This particular morning, like most, was a bit customary. My mom was already up and was earnestly making tacos (commonly known as burritos) for breakfast and for lunch. Moments later, my mom and my sister, the oldest of two sisters, were ready to head out. We got in my old, faded 1963 Chevrolet Biscayne and headed out to pick up the other ladies, my sister-in-law, her sisters, and their mom. I was the only guy in the group.

At about 5:30 a.m. we got to the assigned ranch. Each one of us took a wooden box, entered a different row, and started harvesting the beautiful bunches of plump, juicy, sweet Perlette grapes. Like a well-rehearsed orchestra, the shears from the workers squeaked in tune. As soon as I filled my box I would take it to the shaded packing trailer where several ladies were packing and tucking in the flaps of the boxes. As I returned to the rows, the ladies in our group would have their box filled. To avoid having them get up and struggle to carry the heavy box out, I would take it out for them.

Ten years earlier:

It was 5:30 in the morning and I was just waking up. The morning was cool and serene. My dad had told my brother and me that we needed to be at the ranch by 6:30. We got up, had a quick breakfast my mom had prepared for us, and we headed out to the ranch. The year was 1965, and it was summertime. It was also the year the Civil Rights Movement was in its apogee. At twelve years old, I was eager to learn the job duties of an irrigator. We got to the ranch at about 6:20 a.m. My dad was very strict and would constantly remind us of the importance of punctuality. Before he went to his job, he instructed us on what we needed to do. He also reminded us of certain tasks we needed to be aware of. One of these tasks was to ensure we didn’t close the valves that were active or running before opening at least three or four more. “Why?” we would ask in wonderment. He proceeded to tell us the pressure of the water rises and this causes the water to spill from the water stand, which eventually becomes a waste.

As a reader you might ask, why on earth would Dr. Lopez be sharing this with us? Simple. It is not that I am boasting about learning how to work at an early age or that I enjoyed the work a farmworker does on a daily basis, because after all, it is hard and tedious work and the summers in the Coachella Valley—as most of you know—are very, very hot. Heck, there were several times when we were sent home because the humidity was so high the foreman was afraid people would begin to pass out. The simple reason I am sharing this is because I learned about work ethics at an early age. I learned how punctuality is an excellent personal trait to possess. I also learned how responsibility favors character development. What was my reward? A paycheck. Yeah, a paycheck is important but it is not everything. This is what is called extrinsic motivation. Extrinsic motivation is when we do something because we are getting a prize or something in return, like a paycheck or a grade. Most importantly however, this extrinsic motivation helped shape my character. It also helped pay my bills. It made me the person I am today.

A work ethic is important, but equally important is to have morals and principles. Humility is an important trait we all should be aware of and live by. Especially when you come from a meager, modest home and a humble upbringing where there are few luxuries to be afforded. Extrinsic motivation has its counterpart and that’s intrinsic motivation. Intrinsic motivation is when we do something because we enjoy doing the task or chore and there are no rewards to be given. My intrinsic motivation was to work in the fields because although hot, dirty, and tiring; I enjoyed being out in the hot sun sharing personal testimonios with other folks who were also working hard to make a living.

My motivation and determination to go to college occurred during my senior year. A friend of mine was handing out admission applications to the UC system. Can you believe that? This is how I ended up applying for college! Anyway, he came around and offered me one of these applications. You see, his brother was a student at UCR and asked him to take some applications and hand them out to friends. Because I had dropped a very important class at the end of my junior year I told him I didn’t have a chance. However, his words, “Fill it out, you don’t have anything to lose,” echoed in my mind for quite some time. I took the application home that day, filled it out, put it in the mail, and waited.

And wait I did, for several months! I had pretty much given up on a future at the university especially because the university never contacted me during the rest of my senior year! My senior year came and went much too rapidly. Graduation time came. Like most seniors, I went to Grad Nite and became part of the school tradition. However, not hearing from the university pretty much helped me resign myself to going back to work in the fields. My outlook on my future was bleak and somewhat uncertain.

One Saturday, two weeks after graduation, I was working at my dad’s ranch. We were harvesting tomatoes. It was an unbearable, muggy, hot day. We had to be at work as early as 5:30 to avoid the intense heat. The humidity was equally bad. At around 10:30 a.m. we stopped working. The heat was unbearable! From around 10:30 to around 2:30 we would pack the tomatoes that had been harvested. Around 12:00 noon, my dad asked me to go pick up some lunch for la cuadrilla, or the crew, working in the tomato fields. I got in my car and went home to pick up the lunch. As I walked into my house my sister greeted me with, “Guess what? Someone from the university just called for you.” She proceeded to say, “They want you to call them as soon as possible.” Under the circumstances—I was dirty, my hands and arms covered in green with the stains from the tomato vines—I practically yanked the phone out of her hand. I took the piece of paper where she had written down the information and I made the call. At the other end, the lady confirmed what my sister had just told me. She asked me to report for a summer orientation. It was a six-week program designed for students who were planning to start in the fall.

This is how my journey as an undergraduate at UC Riverside began and eventually revolutionized my perception of education and life. I have since returned to school on several occasions, earning additional credentials, a Masters Degree, and eventually a Doctorate…but those are stories for another time.

Bio: Dr. Miguel H. López is a 1972 graduate of Coachella Valley High School. He currently serves in the capacity of Guidance Counselor. He has also served in the capacities of ESL teacher, Assistant Principal, and Principal. Dr. López is also an Adjunct Professor at California State University, San Bernardino where he teaches a Research Methods course at CSUSB’s Palm Desert campus.  He is married with two grown children, a daughter in high school, and three beautiful grandchildren. He enjoys deep sea fishing, coaching soccer, playing golf, and barbecuing.

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