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Tuesday, November 3, 2015

Empowered Language


To Change Your Thinking, Change Your Words
By Philip Hoy

A very large part of preparing for college and career is learning how to manage your time—and Advanced Placement classes definitely force you to do that. They should; after all, they are college level courses, which is why passing an AP test earns you college credit. You may have already discovered that if you fall behind in your studies—even a little—you can quickly fall behind in a class…and it’s not easy to catch up again because the homework just never seems to stop coming.

And you’re probably not only an AP student, are you? Maybe you are in a sport, or band, or drama, or dance, or a career academy, or ASB, or a club…or multiple clubs. You probably do some form of community service or volunteer work…maybe you even have a part-time job. And chances are you’re someone’s son or daughter, someone’s brother or sister; you have family responsibilities.  You might even have friends, possibly more than a few…you might even be someone’s best friend.

Sometimes it may seem that everyone and everything is demanding a piece of you. It’s a wonder you find time to sleep…or do you?

Well, I’m here to help you lighten that load a little; but to do so, I’m going to need you to get rid of just one thing—no, not your best friend—something small, something you’re better off without, just a word…procrastination.

Procrastination: to put off, postpone, stall, or defer, to delay doing something until a later time.

We often hear people complain that they suffer from procrastination, or guiltily admit they are members of the Procrastination Club, as if there was actually a support group for procrastinators. “Hi, my name is Philip, and I put things off.” But mostly, we treat procrastination as a kind of virus, a temporary illness, something going around (especially at school), or maybe it feels like a non life-threatening disease that flares up or goes into remission, but is never fully curable.

On our better days, when we feel the symptoms of procrastination coming on, we fight back. We attack our inertia with action, hoping that our bodies in motion will remain in motion. Maybe we reach out to other human beings, if not physically, or over the phone, then with Facebook, at least. Or we might grab the game remote for a quick adrenaline surge from that life and death struggle played out again and again on the screen. Perhaps we take our skateboard and step into the fray where only practice and skill will save our bruise-able, breakable bodies from the cold, hard justice of the mean cement streets. Or maybe we become completely desperate and begin to pick up all the clothes from the floor of our room, get the vacuum out and start spring-cleaning in November—anything, to avoid homework!

On our worst days, on those days when we might have five things to do (although it feels like five hundred), and we just don’t know where to begin—procrastination sets in, amplifying those symptoms of avoidance and hopelessness.  Instead of accomplishing at least three or four of those five things…we accomplish nothing.  Procrastination weighs on us like an invisible cloud, a soft white elephant sitting on our chest, slowly suffocating us with inaction, pinning us to the couch, or chair, or floor, or wherever we find ourselves with barely the strength to lift our smartphone, slide a finger over the face of our iPad, nudge a computer mouse, or thumb the channel on the TV remote. There we remain, paralyzed with self-disappointment. 

Sadly, there is no cure for procrastination…because procrastination is not a disease; it is a state of mind.

Earlier, I asked you to give up procrastination. But I didn’t say to give up procrastinating, as in stop doing it. It needs to be more than that. I want you to stop using it. Stop using the word: procrastination.  I’d like you to stop saying it, and writing it, and thinking it…and here is why:

Language, the use of words, our ability to communicate ideas and emotions—spoken or written—must be the greatest tool we have. As much as it empowers us though, language also has a way of limiting us, confining and controlling the way we think. We express our thoughts with words because we use words to think. But what if our words are limiting our thoughts? It makes sense then that if we change our words we can sometimes change the way we think.

Procrastination, as we define it, is choosing not to choose…which is still a choice, of course, only it’s a very passive, even cowardly one. Start taking responsibility for your choices. Stop being victimized by the word procrastination. Drop it from your vocabulary and replace it with a new word: prioritization.

When you prioritize you place an order of importance on your responsibilities. You choose which tasks need immediate attention and which tasks can be completed at a later time. When you prioritize you assess your obligations, evaluate the urgency of each, create a plan, and take action.

Procrastination says play now, do your homework later. Prioritization says I will do my homework now and reward myself with a game later. But even if you do choose to play video games instead of completing your reading assignment for English, you are still prioritizing. You are making a conscious decision to give gaming more importance than homework…it might not be a wise decision, but it’s your choice, and you can take responsibility for making it instead of blaming someone or something else.

When we prioritize, we never put things off; we arrange the order in which we can afford to get them done. We are not helpless, not victims of a sickness or a debilitating condition. We are always in control because we are always the ones making the choices.

Of course we are never in complete control of what happens in our lives, but we are in control of how we react to it.  Sometimes we have to make the tough decision of choosing homework over spending time with friends…but sometimes our friends, or our families, need us in unexpected ways. Sometimes we must make the just-as-difficult decision to place them at the top of our list of priorities and deal with our other obligations at a later time.

Yes, life happens. Sometimes there is never enough time…due dates arrive, tests are collected, and deadlines pass. When this happens, procrastinators blame anything and everyone for their failures, although rarely themselves. Prioritizors don’t blame anyone; they haven’t got time for guilt or regret because they are already picking themselves up, reassessing their priorities, and beginning a new plan of action. Procrastinators, by definition, are always one step behind. Prioritizors, are always one step ahead.  

Making your own choices and taking responsibility for them is part of growing up. This is something very necessary if you ever want to gain your adult independence and find happiness, success, and fulfillment in this world. 


Hope this helps.

Sunday, October 18, 2015

Please Welcome Special Guest Jean Martinez


Good Days, Bad Days: Growing Up with Mental Illness
By Jean Martinez

Long before I was seventeen I learned my mother’s first choice would be a Vodka straight...

My mother was German, English and Welsh, a Protestant and a Republican. She was an Ohioan, born in the year 1915 before women in this country had the right to vote ratified. My father was first generation Mexican-American, a Catholic, and a Democrat born in Kansas; his birth year was 1924. I was raised in the Coachella Valley among my father’s family.     

Under the shared roof of my family home, I was an eye and ear-witness to a constant plethora of viewpoints. I found this to be simultaneously stimulating, stressful, and a certain comfort. Often the polarized discussions and deliberations yielded only to daylight when sleep muffled any cognitive clarity to persist in debate. Growing up I found it to be as close an invitation to a Socratic environment as I have ever since encountered.

Both my parents worked when the social norm was that a woman would stay home exclusively and raise “the children.” That was the expectation and to do otherwise set a woman up for unkind criticism. My mother was a nurse while my father was a sheet metal journeyman. My mother had a high school education and trained for her nursing license at Cook County Hospital in Chicago. My father had about a third grade education and understandably found reading very difficult. I remember he would bring home the design plans for what he had to build during the week and my mother would carefully go over the reading so he could memorize all of it to do his job. My father was a very capable man and he was able to demonstrate his expertise in the field, but I know he regularly went to extraordinary lengths to maintain his own personal level of excellence.
    
High School was a very dark time for me. I say that easily now because now there is a distance of time well over forty years. My mother drank socially as many did and do today. She also drank privately. We did not know then that mental health illnesses could be masked by attempts to self-medicate with drugs and alcohol.
Every day I did not know what I would find when I came home from school. My mother’s mental illness was like a storm. It might start off soft like a light rain and finish in a torrent with the echoes of thunder and lightning cracking the sky in unpredictable bursts.

On those days I would tell my father how I found her. His face would fill with sorrow. “Have patience; she is having a bad day,” he would say. “Everyone has good days and everyone has bad days.”

Finally one afternoon I came home and she was gone. She had left a note saying she had gone to pick flowers with her sister Marce. This was ominous since my Aunt Marce had lived in Ohio and died long ago. I left to look for mom and found her wandering in a desert lot a few blocks from our home and I persuaded her to come home with me. I say persuaded because that day she was not exactly sure who I was.

My father agreed we needed help for her; he understood and accepted she was not safe. Still, this was a difficult decision for him because the stigma of mental illness was and is nearly insurmountable for some families to get past to seek help.

Some might find it remarkable, but I did well in school; I could be my personal best there. Perhaps the assignments provided respite. I read a lot and wrote; those two things helped me sort things out then and now. Most importantly I did not feel bound by the turns in my mother’s life. I believed my life was very much my own. I never saw her experience as something that predicted how my life would be and I could just love her...however I found her.

Jean Martinez is a retired Respiratory Therapist who received an Associate of Science degree from College of the Desert. She is active in the City of Coachella’s My Brother’s Keeper, Interfaith Alliance, Ad-hoc Committee for a New Library, and CVHS Parents as Partners. She is a member of the Coachella Valley Mexican American Pioneers, Herman Granados American Legion Auxiliary chairing Girls State, parishioner at Our Lady of Soledad, participant in Consejo de Federaciones Mexicanas en Norteamérica (COFEM) at Bobby Duke, Family Involvement Action Team (FIAT) for Cahuilla Desert Academy, and she LOVES, LOVES to read. She reads non-fiction most of the time.

Jean Martinez (left) with "Food for Thought" bookclub friends.

Jean’s Current Reads: Just Mercy by Bryan Stevenson, Our Kids and Bowling Alone, both by Robert D. Putnam, and Hope Dies Last by Studs Terkel—a favorite author.


Jean's Recommended Reads: The Warmth of Other Suns by Isabel Wilkerson, Don’t Sleep, There Are Snakes by linguist Daniel L. Everett, The End of Your Life Book Club by Will Schwalbe, Autobiography of an Execution by David R. Dow, and Devil in the Grove by Gilbert King and Germinal by Emile Zola.

Sunday, October 11, 2015

Please Welcome Special Guest Dr. Margaret Long

Art Is Life
Frida Art Deco by Andrea Zaragoza
Advanced Placement Art Instructor Dr. Margaret Long comments on the joys and challenges of teaching Advanced Placement Art, the Art Deco Movement, and the latest exhibits at CVHS’s Gallery 97:

On Teaching Advanced Placement Art:
Picasso once said, “Art is the lie that makes us realize the truth.” There is a wonderful truth in artistic expression. AP Studio Art brings artistic expression to the max.  Students are required to reach into the deepest recesses of their imagination to expose themselves to the world. Teaching AP Art has been the most rewarding—and the most difficult job—I have ever done. Each day is a new experience for both students and teacher.  Art is where the world is revealed to the seeker.

On the Art Deco Movement:
The first AP project of this school year is about Art Deco. While travelling to San Francisco this summer I came across an Art Deco exhibit. The show included everything Art Deco from photographs, advertising, clothing, inventions, modern appliances, and furniture. The first week of school I gave the Art Deco (c. 1925-1940) assignment to the AP and Advanced/Art II students in Period 6. They were to create an Art Deco Design based upon their research of this period in art. As luck would have it, Mr. Carlin’s neighbor gave him a load of unfinished frames, which he gave to me! The artists then designed their own finished frames to suit their original art.
Artist Andrea Zaragoza

The Art Deco style, adopted by architects and designers around the world, spanned the "Roaring Twenties," the Great Depression of the early 1930s, and the years leading up to the Second World War. It suffered a decline in popularity during the late ‘30s and early ‘40s, when it began to be seen as too gaudy and ostentatious for wartime austerity, after which it quickly fell out of fashion. The first resurgence of interest in Art Deco occurred in the 1960s—coincident with the movement's affect on Pop Art—and then again in the 1980s, in line with growing interest in graphic design. The style appeared in a number of jewelry and fashion ads.
Gallery 97

On Coachella Valley High’s Gallery 97:
Last year Mrs. Perez graciously arranged to dedicate Room 97 near the cafeteria to be an Art Gallery.  You can see the name of the gallery written on the wall: Galleria 97.  We will have a showing of the Art Deco Paintings and ceramics pieces from Mr. Escobedo’s classes, beginning Tuesday, October 6 and ending on Tuesday, October 27. If you would like to see the exhibit you can come to room 87 (the room with the mural) any time, and I will have a Docent take you on a tour of the current Gallery 97 Showing.

Up-Coming Gallery Exhibits:
On Monday, November 2, the art classes will have a one-day showing of their Dia de los Muertos paintings from all my classes, and ceramic works from Mr. Escobedo’s classes.  It is only a one-day showing; so don’t miss this wonderful Day of the Dead exhibit.

Thursday, November 5 through Friday, November 27 we will be showing the Art Techno pieces (c. 1990-2015) created as a response to our modern-day technology.  I think you will enjoy the exciting rendition of Art Techno.

Stencil by Albert Lopez, 2015





Dr. Margaret "Peggy" Long

Monday, October 5, 2015

Please Welcome Special Guest Autumn Carberry

Don’t Regret Missed Opportunities
By Autumn Carberry

As you grow older, mature, and become that productive individual you always hoped you would be, there is one thing that can thwart eternal happiness, regret. 

Regret can weigh in the back of your mind, influence your future, and shade your present. While you are here at CVHS it’s imperative to take every opportunity that comes your way and not hold back.  Too often we are held back by our fear of failure, the unknown, or complacency. Make these years the most memorable possible, move beyond your sphere of influence. Build those relationships, try out for that play, join that club, for high school is only once in a lifetime.

Behind each line on my college application is a memory, a friendship, a moment in time that cannot be recaptured.  


I was never one to sit on the sidelines. My childhood was filled with Girl Scout camping trips, dance classes, and new adventures. This pattern followed me into high school. In eighth grade I tried out for cheerleading at the high school and made the freshmen squad. Over the summer I made friends through our practices and learned the school landscape. That fall I worked on the school newspaper and rubbed elbows with the upperclassmen. I consistently looked for opportunities to evolve, learn, and make friends (if there were cute boys involved that didn’t hurt). 

Over the next four years I tried out for a role in Bye Bye Birdie and tap danced my way across the stage, I ran for ASB and decorated the ballroom for prom, I was NHS president, and became the cheer captain facilitating school sprit on my campus. However, this is not just a laundry list of accomplishments. Behind each line on my college application is a memory, a friendship, a moment in time that cannot be recaptured.  They made my high school experience full, exciting, and unforgettable. Had I not tried something new and moved beyond my comfort zone I may not have had such a positive experience.

Who cares who is looking; you won’t see them in a few years anyway. 


This time is fleeting. As unending as it seems now, it is but a blink in your lifetime. Take the time to make high school unforgettable. I can tell you right now, there is more to high school than who you hung out with or who you dated. What you will remember is the experiences you build for yourself. Let go your preoccupation of embarrassment. Who cares who is looking; you won’t see them in a few years anyway. You could be missing out on something irreplaceable. Don’t regret missed opportunities. Those taken opportunities are what shape you into the adult you become.



Autumn Carberry is a language arts instructor at Coachella Valley High School. Still never one to sit on the sidelines, Mrs. Carberry also teaches Advanced Placement English Language and Composition, is the Freshmen Class Advisor, acts as a Site Representative for her teacher’s association, and along with many, many other responsibilities, is a regular contributor to this blog.