I stumbled upon a creek today.
I saw this opening along the way.
I felt and heard the music of the bird’s day.
I felt so alive,
I felt I could survive.
I breathed in the fresh spring air.
I ran my fingers through my hair.
I finally took a breath and challenged a dare.
“I ain’t draft dodging. I ain’t burning no flag. I ain’t running to Canada. I’m staying right here. You want to send me to jail? Fine, you go right ahead. I’ve been in jail for 400 years. I could be there for 4 or 5 more, but I ain’t going no 10,000 miles to help murder and kill other poor people. If I want to die, I’ll die right here, right now, fightin’ you, if I want to die. You my enemy, not no Chinese, no Vietcong, no Japanese. You my opposer when I want freedom. You my opposer when I want justice. You my opposer when I want equality. Want me to go somewhere and fight for you? You won’t even stand up for me right here in America, for my rights and my religious beliefs. You won’t even stand up for my right here at home.” -Muhammad Ali
So I have some things to say.
Today in sunny northern california (Vacaville to be precise) my sister was driving towards the local grocery store. My mother sent her to pick up a couple of items. After dropping me off at the gym, she went on her journey to the store.
My sister later narrates that she saw a parking space near the front. So she turns on the signal, and drives to pull in the parking space. My sister stops the car, and calls out to the driver when he steps out of the car. She says, “Sir, did you not see that I was pulling in?” The older white man walks toward my sister and starts to yell at the top of his lungs. These are his words precisely;
“You nigger bitch! I can take what I want! What are you going to do about it Nigger Nigger Nigger!” My sister tells me that she is so shocked that she is staying in the car trying to calm down. Others are staring, and she is becoming more agitated and embarrassed. She comes home and tells my mother, father, and me what had happened.
Afterward she comes and sits by my side, and just keep shaking her head. She looks at me, and I know what she wants to say. I can see it in her eyes. They are saying why? Why would someone approach me like that?
People like to choke things up to road rage, people losing their temper, and saying things out of context.
But I’m not.
When I’m angry at a white person I don’t start yelling derogatory names like, “cracker,” or question your family lineage. So why should you do the same.
I’m sick. I’m sick and tired of hearing this still going on. I’m sick and tired of it being 2015, and people still think they have a right to talk to my younger sister that way. It gets old.
Things change. And friends leave. Life doesn’t stop for anybody.” -Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower
So, I’m doing it!
I know right!
Part of me is nervous. I mean come on, these companies are a big deal. But I know my work ethic is great, i’m strong, and I can do this work. It’s what I live for. I see these other PR people and I know if given a chance I could do something great.
I could change the game.
Confidential, Eileen & Koch are just a few of the MANY PR companies I’ve applied to. I hope to hear from these companies soon. I will keep you guys updated on my progress!
“To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.” -Ralph Waldo Emerson
So guess what? I’ve finished my internship at the lovely CBS47 news! I had so much fun and being able to intern at a real news station was an experience I will never forget. I had fun, made some friends, and found out that I can still be myself, and not pretend to be someone else. I was able to see journalism at it’s finest.
I hung out with the advertising department and learned the importance of selling. I chilled with the secretary and caught up on the latest soap opera gossip. I chilled with the graphics department and learned everything that goes into making that perfect commercial, and cool webpage layout. I watched the ladies in traffic control handle everything.
As a publicist it was nice to see that my skill set allowed me to be able to help every department. I could even see myself working at a news station in the public relations/advertising department in the future if I wanted. Overall it was a fun, exciting, and informative experience I will always remember. Now I’m off to find a job that pays for my expertise.
“Without leaps of imagination or dreaming, we lose the excitement of possibilities. Dreaming, after all is a form of planning.”
― Gloria Steinem
So guess what? I’m looking for a job in PR!!!
I’ve talked with some people and when I talk with them about finding a job and moving on to the next part of their lives, they don’t seem as excited. The reactions ranged from terrified to doubtful. I mean don’t get me wrong; I’m very nervous about life post college. I want to attend grad school, but I want to work in the field of public relations. I think that finding the job can be scary because every topic you’ve learned in your major will be tested out in the real world. But that’s the fun part, showing the knowledge you’ve learned and how you interpreted it. I’ve applied to BOOM Marketing in San Diego. I want to work there and I think that any entry level position in public relations is a start in the right direction, and plus it’s in San Diego! Wish me luck bloggers! Wish me luck