Friday, February 13, 2009


Finally got in somewhere! 1 down 6 to go!

Congratulations! You have been admitted to the 2009 Fall University of Florida freshman class!

Your official notification and additional materials will be mailed to you in the next few days.

Until then, and on behalf of the Office of Admissions and the University of Florida, welcome to the Gator Nation!

Office of Admissions
University of Florida


Sunday, February 8, 2009

"Yes, I'm Sure!"

The people that ask the following questions probably don't read my blog, but it is definitely something that ticks me a bit after a while. Probably several times a week I get questions about my hair or race, most of which are very predictable. Most of the time I'm polite and just try to get through the conversation as quickly as possible. It typically goes something like this:

"Oh your hair is nice, kinda different"
"Are you mixed?"
"Are you sure?"

WHAT KIND OF QUESTION IS THAT?! Am I unsure of my race? Of course not. Continuing...

"Yeah, I'm sure"
"Well what are you then? There is no way you can be just black with hair like that!"
"Where are your parents from?"
"They were born here in the US, and so were their parents"
"Oh, so you're just regular black? Are you sure?"

Actually, I was lying before and I was unsure. Now I'll actually tell you the truth since I see you're so interested in a complete stranger's life. NOT.

"Regular black? Yeah I guess."

If this didn't happen so often, I wouldn't be so disturbed by it, but WHY?! I've only gotten this from other black people that assume I'm this weird exotic being because my hair is of a different color and texture. My skin isn't extremely light or dark by any means, just brown. You can't tell what part of the country I'm from by the way I speak. There are really no indicators that point to another race except for my hair. Why such great inquisition about my ancestry? I guess because this is South Florida, someone that is just "regular black" is hard to come by. Speaking of which, that term bothers me. Regular black? As opposed to irregular black? I'm not completely denying any other backgrounds since I think we all understand that everyone has a bit of a jumbled background, its just that they are not as relevant since I'm not going to rattle off an entire family tree to explain my hair color and texture.

Another similar situation is when people assume that I'm hispanic, or just because I live in South Florida I speak Spanish. No! Being bilingual is not a requirement for just living in S. Florida. This happens at work more than anywhere else where I think a majority of our customers are South American tourists. (Heh, I wrote this before I quit)

"You speak Spanish?"
"You sure?"

There's that "are you sure?" question again! Another common situation features the common are-you-in-denial-of-your-heritage:

"You speak Spanish?"
"Are you sure? It's ok, you don't have to hide it, you can speak in Spanish with me"
"I don't speak any Spanish"
"Okay" ::look of disapproval, continues to speak in Spanish::
"I'm sorry, I don't understand" ::walks away::

Recently, I've decided to have a bit of fun with the people that are just oh-so interested in my heritage. Now the conversation goes something like this:

"Oh your hair is nice, kinda different"
"Are you mixed?"
"Yeah, I'm actually half Puerto Rican and Egyptian" [or insert some other exotic blend]
"That's interesting! I knew you couldn't just be regular black!"

I let it marinate with them for a few minutes.

"I was lying a few minutes ago, I'm not really mixed"
"Nu-uh!" ::feels stupid:: "So what are you then?"
"What do you think?"
"'re just regular black?"

I wonder if this will change if/when I move up north? My faith in mankind decreases as the days progress. Maybe Idiocracy was right...

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Happily Unemployed

On Monday evening I quit my job at Circuit City.

I planned on doing it before liquidation was over, and indeed I did.

My 18th birthday was on Sunday and I was evaluating the things that make me happy, the stressors in my life, and overall just life in general. I realized that the amount of stress I have decreased significantly after I finished all of my college applications, though there was a ton of stress still lingering. The retail work environment isn't very enticing or encouraging. I don't think I've ever had a day where I realistically thought "it's so great to work here!" I don't think I've ever had a day after the first month where I didn't contemplate just leaving.

I really can't put my finger on why I was so unhappy at Circuit City. I enjoyed helping customers when they weren't complete jerks, I had fun messing around with all the cameras, and most of the people I worked with were pretty cool. OH YEAH, there was monetary compensation for my labor too.

Things didn't change much after liquidation. Although I didn't have to be as pushy about protection plans and providing the best guest experience, I was still always told to "do something!" when there was absolutely nothing to do or be held accountable for mishaps due to the lack of organization in the store. For the last few weeks I was basically getting paid to do nothing. It was an incredible waste of time. These two articles are great and almost exactly convey how I feel about the whole thing.

I realized I was unhappy there quite a while ago, for some reason I just decided that I didn't need to be subject to it anymore. No one was forcing me to stay there, I really didn't need the money (I ended up spending more because I was out all the time), and the customers vultures were starting to get to me. I'd hate to neglect my commitment to robotics and performance in school for something that I barely care about; this was an appropriate time to leave before I got too swamped. Not to mention I never had any time to do I do!

I'm unemployed. It feels great :D