Last week I spoke with a student who was a wreck. She was thinking of going into Teach for America. She wanted to travel. She was interested in doing something international and thinking maybe the Peace Corps. She wanted to work with people, helping them, but wasn’t sure just how. Mostly, she just didn’t want to get stuck in a job after graduating only to languish there until her dotage. She may be the poster child for the “odyssey years.”
My partner and kids were in a car accident on Friday. Our Honda Odyssey was totaled. The investigating officer asked my 9-year-old daughter Angela, “Can you tell me what happened?”
“We were driving to school,” she answered. “I closed my eyes to give them a rest. Then I think I started to day dream. There was a loud pop so I opened my eyes. There was smoke. My mommy got us out of the van.”
Fortunately, my family wasn’t significantly hurt and no one was killed. I am thankful.
Escape From IV: Extreme Edition
I just got off the phone with my Grandmother, who asked me what my plans are for Thanksgiving. When I told her that I didn’t have any, she was shocked.
“No one invited you over or anything?!” Unfortunately I had to remind her that no one celebrates Thanksgiving over here and that next Thursday will just be another day for me. It’s an absolute tragedy.
A question we hear almost daily is “What do I wear to an interview?”
The short answer…
This:
NOT this:
My roommate, Matt, during my sophomore year was Korean. I liked him a lot. Matt worked in a liquor store over 30 hours a week, enrolled in 22 units and got straight A’s. His favorite bands were Erasure, Queen and Andrés Segovia. I admired his courage to leave his country and family to study in America.
Matt was a smoker.
Escape From IV: Extreme Edition
Britain isn’t exactly known for its culinary delights, and Scotland even less so. There is not a whole lot you can say about the complexity of a culinary culture if the most famous signature dish called haggis, which involves stuffing a sheep stomach with everything else left over from the butchering process. Arguably worse is the prevalence of something called Black Pudding. When you think of pudding, you are most likely to imagine some sort of amazingly delicious chocolate dessert. In sharp contrast, Black pudding is made up primarily of blood, which is cooked until it congeals, and other sausage fillers like oatmeal and barley.
By Britta Gustafson
Many years ago, I spent hours after school reading The Easter Egg Archive, a compilation of hidden details (“easter eggs”) in movies and software, placed by the creators as in-jokes for their friends and other people who pay close attention. OK, there wasn’t a whole lot else on the Web back then, or maybe I just didn’t know how to find anything else. But now, there are lots and lots of websites about obsessive movie and TV details, and many of them are more exciting than finding out that you can play pinball in an ancient version of Word.
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It’s hard to know how to feel this week. The news is filled with photos and stories of people all over the world celebrating the results of this historic election. Whether you are happy or disappointed in the choice we made for our next president, it is undeniable that his victory represents a new age in equality for this county, and the world celebrates this with us.
By contrast, we also passed Prop 8, which denies right to some of California’s citizens. Since my reach as director of Career Services is limited to the world of work and not politics, I use this week’s column to highlight some of the job search resources we offer that are especially relevant to the LGBT community.