Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Soul Searching

It hit me yesterday when I was not invited to the final stage of a Camps Coordinator position at the Pacific Science Center, I'm lost. I thought my chance at obtaining the position were solid and I was extremely confident about the position.
I was discouraged and now I have accelerated my job search, however I spent a great deal of time in the library today looking for new jobs, but only based on what I could do and not what I wanted to do. Part of the job applications included a Starbucks application and one aspect of the application ask me all these various questions about what adjectives describe me best and what would I do in certain circumstances. The section took me a while and I realized that it took me a while because I was not quite sure who I am.
I believe I put my identity in various outlets the main one being a student, but since I do not have that identity to fall back on. Now I guess I'm seeking a new identity in my job which was the cause of my disappointment. I feel lost and not really sure who I am. I do not really have the money to go travel, so I guess I'm stuck here in Seattle to do my soul searching. I'm not sure how this is going to pan out. I guess only time will tell.

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Growing up

So this one person lets call them bevon was dating this girl name belissa and after a year and some they broke up because belissa fell in love with bevon, but bevon did not feel the same way. Now bevon is being a dick and not letting go of belissa because he is immature that way and loves the single life, but still is really physical and hangs out with belissa when he has nothing else to do. He is essentially playing belissa like a fiddle and belissa is "helpless" and can't stop it from happening no matter how much she wants too. It is a really shitty situation and bevon and his immaturity is loving it.

So the breaking point from a 3rd person perspective was when I was out with both of them and after a few drinks belissa was drunk crying because of how shitty the situation is for her and bevon felt bad, but the very next day, everything was back to the way it was like nothing had ever happened.

Essentially, I do not believe bevon has ever been told straight up about how immature he is (which is probably why he has some other attitude and habit issues) and its getting to the point where I might just have to do that favor. Bevon let go and stop being a douche! Belissa is not a fiddle for you to play with.

Monday, January 31, 2011

After Graduation

I just submitted my Teach For America Application. Posted at the end is my letter of intent. This is one of the first steps in to post graduation. Probably like many other college senior, I have no idea where I will be after June 13th. I am excited and nervous.

I am always seeking to learn and my education has been a pivotal part of my life, constantly presenting challenges to overcome. The ability to achieve inside the classroom translates in to a synonymous positive attitude outside the classroom. My Mom has done everything in her power to provide the best opportunity for me to have a complete education.

I never realized how much my Mom has influenced my desire to teach until I examined the motivation behind my Teach For America application. Soon after I was born, my father divorced my Mother and we left Korea when I was two months old, for better opportunities in the America. In downtown Spokane, Washington I attended preschool and kindergarten at the YMCA while my Mom attended community college and consistently worked overtime and graveyard shifts at the post office. We lived in a one bedroom apartment, where she had to consistently quite down our neighbors so I could sleep and have energy for school. She could not afford private school, so she selected an elementary school in the suburbs despite of the hour commute because she knew the education was much better than any school in close to our home. Eventually with a new job, we moved closer to my school. Later, we moved to Beaverton, Oregon for middle and high school and now I’ll be graduating college with a B.S. in Biology, everything started with my Mom’s unending support.

Learning about the achievement gap has opened my eyes to the many children do not have the opportunity my Mom rigorously provided for me to have an education. There is absolutely no reason why poorer regions should lack in the quality of education. Intelligence is malleable; it should not be determined by one’s socioeconomic status. A teacher’s job is not to simply present information, but to foster a student’s learning by any means. My Mom is truly a blessing. She, along with countless teachers, mentors, and friends nourished my learning. I enjoy working with students and I know from my experience that I can make the same meaningful impact through their education.

Through Teach For America, I want provide the opportunity for these students to feel a sense of accomplishment through their own hard work. I want them to feel my support and my complete dedication in and out of the classroom. I want to teach biology in creative and interactive ways to increase the learning outlets for these students. I want to emphasize the lab experience by maximizing the opportunities and stretch out any budget by pursuing material donations from local companies and universities. Labs provide a means for the students to gain a deeper understanding of these topics and create an outlet for a tangible sense of accomplishment through results they can obtain and analyze. My hope is for these students to leave the classroom with the ability to think like scientists and have a yearning to learn.


Thursday, September 2, 2010

With that in my blood I was born to be different



Recently I made a trip to Spokane, Washington, where I lived for my elementary years. The reasons why I want to do Teach for America (TFA) started in Spokane.

My name is Jonadan (Korean translation for Jonathan friend of David) Moon, I was born in Korea, but moved to the States at the age of 2 months. I have no idea who my father is since he walked out on us right after I was born. My single Mom and I lived in a one bedroom apartment outside of downtown Spokane (not a nice neighborhood). I went to preschool and kindergarten at the YMCA.

Every night my Mom would have to go to these other tenants and tell them to keep their music down so I could go to sleep and not be tired for school (root of my sleeping problems). The 70+ year landlord could not do anything to stop the guys from blasting their music till 3 am in the morning, but we couldn't afford to go anywhere else.

My Mom worked overtime and graveyard shifts at the post office until it became too hard on her body, and was able to move to less demanding jobs of being a florist or working at the Joe's mini mart located in the downtown bus station. For a while she also had to balance going to community college to obtain an education degree, while raising me, and working full time. I think my Mom wanted to be a teacher, but it was too hard with me in the picture.

Going in to the first grade, my Mom refused to let me go to any of the elementary schools downtown and would commute me to the suburbs to attend Shiloh Hills Elementary School, where she knew I could get a decent education. She wanted to put me through private school, but obviously she did not have the money for that, so she did the next best thing and drove me an hour back and forth to school everyday. Eventually we were able to move out of our apartment downtown and were able to move in to nicer ones in a nicer neighborhood closer to my school.

I didn't realize this when I was a child, and now looking back it breaks my heart all that my Mom sacrificed and did for me. My Mom raised me, so I would not feel that void not having a father.

And now there are children all across the United States that do not have a Mom like mine who did all that she could to provide me the best possible education. I got lucky and it is not fair for those who did not get lucky and that is why I want to apply for TFA to have the chance to make a difference. I am not the smartest person or the most disciplined, but I have passion, I have the desire to make a difference with all that I got, just like my Mom was able to show to me.

This is just the surface of my Mom's character. I regret not being a better son or a better person for my Mom. I love you Mom, thank you for everything and I'll try even harder this year to make you proud, because I have always been proud of you.


Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Everybody is Free to Wear Sunscreen


This song is pure gold. I just want to list out the 18 parts of this song that I believe in and I try to apply in my life.

Lyrics to "Everybody is Free to Wear Sunscreen" - Baz Lurhmann

Wear sunscreen. If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis or reliable then my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice....now.

1.) Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, nevermind, you won't understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded, but trust me in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.

2.) Don't worry about the future, or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum.

The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind: the kind that blindsides
you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.

3.) Do one thing every day that scares you.

4.) Sing.

5.) Don't be reckless with other people's hearts; don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss.

6.) Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is
long, and in the end, it's only with yourself.

7.) Remember compliments you receive; forget the insults. (if you succeed in doing this, tell me how).

8.) Keep your old love letters; throw away your old bank statements.

9.) Stretch.

10.) Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives; some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don't.

Get plenty of Calcium. Be kind to your knees -- you'll miss them when they're gone.

Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll
divorce at 40; maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary.

Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself, either. Your choices are half
chance, so are everybody else's.

11.) Enjoy your body: use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or what other people think of it; it's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.

12.) Dance...even if you have no where to do it but in your own living room.

Read the directions (even if you don't follow them).

Do not read beauty magazines; they will only make you feel ugly.

13.) Get to know your parents; you never know when they'll be gone for good.

Be nice to your siblings: they're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in
the future.

14.) Understand that friends come and go, but what a precious few should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps and geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.

15.) Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard.

Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.

16.) Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths: prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old; and when you
do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble, and children
respected their elders.

17.) Respect your elders.

18.) Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse, but you never know when either one might run out.

Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you are 40, it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia;
dispensing it is a way of wishing the past from the disposal--wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts, and
recycling it for more than it's worth.


Thursday, August 19, 2010

Shout out

I always forget and I never truly appreciate how much I am surrounded by people that love me and sometimes I get lonely for the wrong reasons. Even if I did not have any friends who love me, first there is one person who always will, which is my Mom and then theres always God. But God has always blessed me through surrounding me with people who love and care about me and I am just really thankful for that.

I have always been terrible at trying to keep contact with people and keep up relationships even if they aren't convenient and one of my goals is trying to do a lot better job and not let my laziness get the best of me. I blame other people for being lazy or not caring about maintaining relationships, but I'm talking to myself

Also another goal of mine that I have been trying to do all college, but have not even gotten close to mastering is the concept of "Work Hard and Play Hard".

Leadership is a lonely place, but love is what makes that lonely place a bearable burden. So thank you everyone

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

I hate but appreciate finding out that I am wrong


First of all, I should have been doing this a long time ago because I've been so stagnate in terms of growing up, learning and living life and it has just all just rushed upon me this summer. I've learned so much, but I'm always learning. The problem is that I don't retain most of it because I don't write it down (or type in this instance).

Anyways getting back to the title, I always find out that I am wrong 99% more than I find out that I am right. It's obviously annoying, but a useful revelation because I am wrong, but we learn so much from our mistakes. Like I can not believe how many life lessons I learned, but forget them just so I can relearn them. Quick side note: I learned that the best way to progress and learn things is through baby steps like in the movie "What About Bob" ft Bill Murry. If you know me, I have always been one try to change instantly in the fastest way possible, but it never works out like that. Even revolutionaries (Martin Luther King Jr. or Ernesto Che Guevara) took time and essentially i think (I have to read more about them) took baby steps (side note within a side note: I have to read more about Martin Luther King Jr. because he was one of the best leaders of any time and if I want to have any chance at Teach for America I have to learn from previous leaders). I'm so impatient most of the time, that I forget about baby steps. From my knowledge and what I can infer the only reasons leaders were so "revolutionary" is because they had so much passion that drove this baby steps to occur at a faster rate. I need to have the passion and understanding of baby steps to drive my life progression forward and have a chance in to making it in to TFA, to make up for the past 3 stagnate years of my life. Even though I say the years were stagnate, they must have happened for reason, because I believe everything happens for a reason, which gives no reason why I should regret anything which is one of my biggest problems and issues that holds me back sometimes.

I am not saying that I am the same person or at the same thought level I was when I was a senior out of High School, I just need to write my thoughts down or I definitely will have some regrets which is no good. Life is short and goes by at incredible speeds. I have one year of college left which is about to start very soon and once that starts there is no stop till the end. There so much I want to spill out and mind dump on to this post, but I'm tired and it probably won't make sense, much like this post.

I know I am just rambling, but I just wanted to buck to stop here and stop being lazy and forgetful about getting my mediations down on paper.