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Personal Statement

Monday, July 14th, 2008

So, a few years ago, I was seriously considering going back to school for a counseling degree with the goal of becoming a middle or high school counselor. I went through the application process for a couple of schools in the Seattle-area, but ultimately decided to turn down the acceptance offers for a number of reasons.

As part of the application process, I was required to write a personal statement discussing why I wanted to become a school counselor. Since this is my writing blog and I share some insight into my past life in that paper, I thought I’d post a few excerpts from it here for your reading pleasure(?):

With respect to grades, I was a very good student in school, but it was not until my senior year of high school that I finally began to understand what education was all about. Like most children, I was much more interested in the social scene than I was in studying for a pop quiz on the Vietnam War. In fact, if you were to ask me to tell you the one thing that stands out in my head about middle school, it wouldn’t be a good grade I made on some test, it would be the day my so-called friend, Johdi*, said to me, “So, where’d you get THAT dress?” rolling her eyes. I had gone shopping with my mom the day before and she let me pick out a few things for the new school year that I liked. For once, we both agreed that the dress in question – a fitted whitewashed jean number – looked great on me. But after Johdi’s suggestion that it might not actually be as “cool” as I thought, the dress didn’t see the outside of my closet until years later when it hit the bottom of the Goodwill bag.

Looking back, I regret letting Johdi make me doubt my instincts. I also see that my priorities then were generally in the wrong place. I have since come to realize that the appreciation I now have for learning should have come long before high school graduation and that becoming a legal adult did not automatically make me an emotionally mature adult or ensure that I had the skills necessary to help me through life in the “real world.”

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I attribute my appreciation for learning to the environment in which I was raised. For example, just like many children in my neighborhood, my parents forced me to learn the piano. While the novelty of the lessons was intriguing at first, it wasn’t too long before I couldn’t wait to stop taking lessons so I wouldn’t have to practice any more! The thirty minutes of practice a day seemed unnecessary in the midst of my dramatic pre-teen social life. I was finally allowed to quit during high school. Almost twenty years later, however, I am thankful my parents compelled me to learn the piano because I have been able to quickly pick up playing again. That I had to “grow into” my appreciation for learning is true as well. However, I do think there were other factors at play: it was clearly important to my parents that I get a post high school education, I witnessed my parents read the paper every Sunday, our house had bookshelves full of books, and I had friends who thought it was actually “cool” to be smart. My environment as a whole contributed to my eventual appreciation of learning. I realize that many children are less fortunate than I and grow up in households that are unsupportive of continued education. My goal is to show these children early the importance of going to school for the sake of learning, not because they have to, but because the should want to. I want them to understand that the freedom education provides is something no other person in this world can ever take from them.

But education alone is not all a child needs in life. I have come to realize that more than just intelligence is required to be successful. Throughout my career, I have met many adults who are intelligent but are very poor communicators and thus, poor managers of people. They lack a certain level of what Daniel Goleman calls “emotional intelligence” which would make them successful in their relationships with co-workers, in their personal relationships, in life. In “Emotional Intelligence: Why It Can Matter More Than I.Q.”, Goleman argues that attributes such as self-control, the ability to motivate oneself, and social perceptiveness are not given as much attention in schools as the measure of a child’s I.Q. He goes on to argue that these skills can be taught to children, that children can be encouraged to develop the full range of capabilities that will allow them to succeed. School then becomes an education in life skills.

In retrospect, my mind goes again back to my school days and to Nathan* and Betsy*. They were the smartest kids in school. I remember Nathan being picked on by other kids for being a “nerd.” The clothes he wore (shirts with loud prints tucked into high-waisted jeans) drove the other students’ cruelty. Yet, the popular kids didn’t pick on Betsy, who should also have been considered un-hip because her clothes weren’t name brand and she was clearly smart enough to be considered a nerd like Nathan. Rather, she was accepted by the “in” crowd. I remember wondering, if Nathan was so smart, how could he be so oblivious to the social norms at our school. It was also perplexing to consider how Betsy escaped being labeled “un-cool” because of her intelligence. As an adult, I would now say that Betsy demonstrated an emotional intelligence that Nathan lacked. It’s children like Nathan that need counselors to help them develop the social and life skills to function successfully in society.

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As an advocate for the student, a school counselor can have a huge influence. By simply providing a troubled child seeking guidance with an excerpt from a poignant book whose main character the child can identify with, that child has been shown that he is not alone. . . So many things have been accomplished here! The child knows he can trust the counselor with his problems and he is exited about reading. An understanding that his feelings are legitimate, coupled with his ability to have discussion with friends about “this great book” he’s reading is not only educational, it’s empowering!

I have already seen first hand the empowerment a person can gain through education in my . . . tutoring sessions for a Spanish speaking woman in her late thirties named Maria. I teach her to speak, read and write in English. She is an excellent example of someone who has developed a strong appreciation for continued education. She is religious about completing her homework assignments. No one forces her to show up each week; she is entirely self-motivated. For the two plus years I have tutored her, she has always come to class prepared and takes each class seriously. Without fail, at the conclusion of every lesson she says to me, “Thank you, Joy, for this class.” From her, I received a heartfelt compliment when she thanked me for making her feel comfortable during each session. She does not have to be afraid if she answers a question incorrectly and appreciates that I recognize her sensitivity in this area, unlike other tutors she has had. She has, in turn, taught me what someone proficient in life success skills looks like.

In my professional life as a consultant, I have enjoyed being a teacher to my clients. However, in the five years I have sustained this role, I have not received that same personal satisfaction that I receive in just one session with Maria. I now seek to find a rewarding teacher-student type relationship beyond the conference room walls.

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There you have it folks. That’s my personal statement that states things – personally.

*Name changed in case these friends should show up on Facebook and decide not to confirm my friend request after reading about themselves in these illuminating little antidotes. Friends, of any nature, are all that matter on Facebook y’all!

The Multiplicity of "Hotel California"

Monday, May 19th, 2008

So, dramatic little Jeremy’s essay that I told you about in the previous post got me thinking that I should look back through my old high school and college essays for a fun re-writing exercise. And that’s just what I’m going to do here. This post is based on a college assignment to write a traditional 5-paragraph timed essay on the Eagles song Hotel California. I’m going to take the liberty of viewing that paper as a rough draft and editing it to suit my current writing style.

You can read the lyrics to Hotel California here first, if you are unfamiliar with the song. Or you can play the video below and listen to the words as you read my deep and meaningful analysis of a song that has been deeply and meaningfully analysized (I know it’s not a word, but it should be) many, many, times before:

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Hotel California, a popular song written by The Eagles, tells a literal story as well as figurative one. Like most good literature, what may seem on the surface to be simply a song about a man staying in a hotel for a night, actually represents something much deeper. A good look at the lyrics in this song reveals a great deal about its author Don Henley; but a close look at the author reveals even more about the song itself.

The Hotel California receives a CoolRider who has stopped in for the night. It would be wrong to assume, however, that the “choice” of this hotel in particular has no significance. That our man gives into the pleasure and relief of stopping here for the night should come as no surprise as, it turns out, this place is at the heart of one man’s addiction. It is no coincidence then that the author suggests the street names for heroin (H) and cocaine (C) prominently within the tittle of the song – Hotel California (HC).

Once there, our CoolRider meets a beautiful woman who pulls him into the hotel, leading him by candlelight through it’s corridors. Only after he is deep inside the HC does he recognize the woman’s “Tiffany-twisted” ways. Soon her “pretty boys” will not leave him alone. The woman explains that his imprisonment is “of [his] own device.” Although our CoolRider rejects this, his attempts at escape prove futile.

Don Henley has gone public with his own drug use during the ’60s and ’70s noting that, “It was something that practically everyone was doing. It was a time when there was a generation that was coming of age and experimenting with whatever they could get their hands on.” He has made it no secret that the main theme of Hotel California is one of excess, although he has denied that excess is any more specific than that of the “high life in Los Angeles.” Still, knowing his history in one of the worlds most popular rock bands of the 1970s, one can’t help but read the symbolism on the wall of the Hotel California as something more sinister than “Hollywood excess” alone.

Continuing with our examination of the lyrics, we first observe our CoolRider noticing a “shimmering light” that leads him to the hotel where he finds he “had to stop for the night.” He then follows yet another shimmering light, that of a candle, deep into the corridors of the hotel. A shinning light is typically thought to represent goodness in literature. Here, however, the light becomes a lure. CoolRider allows himself to be lured under the pretense that the light is good. That is what he wants to believe, even as, upon entering the hotel, he still must ask himself if “This could be Heaven or this could be Hell.” It is his choice to discard his own warning.

He enjoys the hotel (the drug), “such a lovely place”, the pretty faces, the dancing and the sweet sweat of the summer evening. Still, he begins to hate his beautiful lady (his addiction). He realizes how deadly she can be. We know he sees the danger in her lies of pleasure as he talks about her pretty boys and “Mercedes Benz” (the bends is the term for the pain of rapid ascension experienced by scuba divers and commonly associated with recovering drug addicts). But, he is too far gone at this point to resist, asking the Captain to “please bring me my wine.” He seems to have grown weary of the struggle between himself and her pretty face; She, the addiction, calls to him, “wake[ing him] up in the middle of the night.” We can conclude that although our CoolRider hates the addiction, he still loves the drug.

Not surprisingly, they all end up at the “Master’s feast.” It is only when he sees the others fail to “kill the beast” that he makes a real attempt at resistance, “running for the door” desperately trying to “find the passage back . . . to the place he was before.” Before he met his addiction, before the drug came into his life, before the Hotel California. And, although he makes it back to the hotel entrance, the night man reminds him that while he is free to “check-out any time you like,” (rehabilitation) he “can never [really] leave” (the addiction).

Hotel California is more than just another great song from the ’70s. Besides being melodically sound, written in strong blank verse and ending in rhyme, the lyrics of Hotel California can be read and understood on a variety of levels. Don Henley expresses himself truthfully, thereby highlighting the beauty in the multiplicity of his words. It is writing to be valued for its beauty of form and meaning. A truly excellent piece of literature.