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Thursday, May 24, 2012
Volunteering Cures
Job hunting. It’s a term that leaves many people gulping,
shivering, and convulsing. These days,
job hunting is merely like hunting down a killer whale with a Mattel-made bebe
gun.
For many job-seekers, it involves spending a good portion of your day sifting through job postings, tweaking your resume and cover letters, researching the company, filling out the never-ending job applications. These applications generally force you to repeat what you wrote on your resume, and go back to your old contacts book for references and address of your previous working places. The saying always goes, finding a job is like being at a job.
With every generic
response of “Thank you for your application to ___________Company. We will be reviewing your resume, and if your
resume matches, we will get in contact with you shortly,” you spend hours,
days, weeks, and then months not hearing any responses, or getting another
generic rejection email.
Unfortunately, as the
employment drought becomes harder to ignore, many HR and employers begin to
take notice, and it can ultimately lead your resume to be filed away into the
unknown cyber world of HR sites. Despite
the economic downtown the last several years, how do you avoid resume
droughts/gaps? Other than working at a
Starbucks or a retail position, how do you ultimately convince employers that
your current experiences are still relevant to them?
One outlet that
others are turning to is volunteering.
The quick downside to volunteering is that all of them are unpaid, and
require some time commitments and travel.
However, the rewards of volunteering can be substantial especially to
job seekers looking into the non-profit sector.
As internships are
extremely competitive and require you to be in school, volunteering comes with
no such prerequisites. It offers you a
chance to showcase your skills and abilities.
It gives you the chance to network with the organization, its sponsors
or with other organizations that they’re connected to. Volunteering keeps you productive in a time
where you are spending countless hours job-hunting, and more importantly, it is
an experience worth having on a resume, and it shows to your prospective
employers that you are staying productive while sacrificing your time for an
important cause(s).
The benefits of
volunteering bring you closer to the community that you’re working in. Unlike the corporate world, there is a
greater sense of accomplishment when you are part of an organization that helps
those in need. You meet volunteers from
various backgrounds. They, too, can
become part of your network. Though
many organizations don’t have enough funding to pay its volunteers, they do
make a great effort at rewarding them.
Other organizations have been known to throw dinner or lunch parties, or
give gifts to volunteers, but most importantly, they can also provide an
important reference contact as you are job-hunting.
Organizations ranging
from youth outreach, community organizing, promoting awareness for Breast
Cancer, AIDS, cancer, and other health issues, and civil service projects are
just one of the many areas in the non-profit sector that people can get
involved in.
Places to look for
volunteering and networking opportunities can simply visit places such as www.volunteermatch.org, www.idealist.org, www.taprootfoundation.org,
or join non-profit groups through LinkedIn.
As things are
uncomfortably tight and competitive in today’s market, the opportunity to
volunteer provides the convenience and comfort of building your personal and
professional skills as you are going through the days of a never-ending job
search.
In the end,
prospective employers want to know what you are doing during your job search,
and how productive you are during your challenging moments. For volunteering, it could mean a few hours out
of your time making opportunities happen rather than being confined to your
computer.
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Friday, May 11, 2012
Confessions on Mother's Day
This Mother’s Day is a special one for me. This one will stand far apart from my
previous ones. Thelast 3 years, I had
been out of the country. Prior to that,
aside from a few bouquets of roses and flowers, I had never made that holiday
as memorable and meaningful for my mother.
I hardly ever talk about my family, let alone my own mother
to anyone. It wasn’t because I was
ashamed of my mother. I loved my mother
as any son can, but it brought a vulnerable side about me that I was uneasy to
share with others, including my own mom.
In my family, I am considered the sensitive one. I am the creative, emotionally expressive
thinker and writer that many of my friends and family see me as. For an Asian male, it wasn’t necessarily
looked at with the highest of regards.
To my family, it was a sign of weakness.
The thinking was that men were to be emotionally thick-skinned, and
indifferent in times of despair. It was
that kind of attitude that made me become, at times, emotionally distant from
my mom and my loved ones.
It was often easy to show my sensitivity towards my close
friends, and with the volunteering work I have done in the past, but I could
never allow myself to be close with my mom as I became older. The first few Mother’s Day that I remembered
were when I used to bring Marigold flowers home from school. My mom, not a fan of the Marigolds,
reluctantly planted it with her other cherished flowers. I became uneasy about the following Mother’s
Day and afterwards. I felt as though she
could never see my appreciation for her, and I had already given up before I
became a careless teenager.
My mother, for years, always seemed to have that aching void
in her heart. She yearned to have that
love reciprocated, and expected that from me.
However, my years of repressing my sensitivity wouldn’t allow me to give
her that much-needed warmth.
I never truly made my mom feel appreciated. Her family escaped a life of hardship and
terror from Vietnam. She worked at her
job for 30 years endlessly. There were
weeks when she was working everyday for nearly 80 hours a week. When my brothers and I were in elementary
school, she would get up at 7 am just to have us ready, but the truth is, she
would always come home at 2 or 3 am the night before.
When I was going to the University of Illinois-Chicago
(UIC), her company gave me a full-ride scholarship, but it came at my mom’s
expense with her hard labor and pay cut she had to sacrifice in order to make
the scholarship happen. Without it, I
would be slaving away, paying my student loans, and struggling to make ends
meet. My mom’s sacrifice allowed me to
have a safety net. It allowed me to live
my life much more freely, and take risks that I otherwise wouldn’t have taken.
Living in Korea for 3 years was the happiest time of my
life. I became independent for the first
time. I took on challenges that were
personally meaningful to me, and I was able to, for the first time, understand
my family’s sacrifices for me. However,
those 3 years weren’t easy on my mother.
My brothers eventually moved away last year, and that made it even more difficult
for her.
Yes, we are all grownups, but to her, it was still
1986. I would often tell my mom that things
are going to be okay. I was going to
come back home after my 3rd year.
In some ways, at least having me home gave her some solace.
Two days before I left Korea, I called my mom. I wasn’t in the best of moods. I was feeling overwhelmed with moving out of
my apartment, lugging my baggage around at my friend’s place, making expensive
trips to the post office, and saying goodbye to everyone. For weeks, I felt a lot of anxiety living
back home. I was going to temporarily
surrender my independence living at home, and that was not going to be an easy
transition for me. I dreaded it, even as
my mom seemed happy about me going back home.
As I got off the phone, I told her I love her and that I was going to
see her at the airport.
Two days later, she suffered a major stroke. I was already on my way home, and had an
overnight stay in Hong Kong when it happened.
I woke up and opened up my MacBook to find out from my brothers that she
was in critical condition. I was
emotionally shaken to the core as I hastily made my way to the airport trying
to reach my family. Being on the
airplane for 15 hours was unnerving, but it gave me time to review my
relationship with my mom.
There were many painful moments. There were missed opportunities. A simple of more “I love you’s”, at least in
my mind, could have made my mom’s life a little easier.
As I arrived at the airport, I hurried to see my mom at the
hospital in the intensive care unit. To
see my own mom in pain and with tubes and IVs around her was unbearable, but
the second she saw me, she was crying uncontrollably and felt guilty for for
being sick on my arrival. I kissed her
on the forehead and whispered,“I’m home.
I’m not going anywhere.” I
lied….I left after 2 minutes because I was going to cry, and I still had the
fear of her seeing me get emotional.
As the days went on, I had many sleepless nights. I would look in the refrigerator to see the
food that my mom made for me. I would
look at the package that I mailed home from Korea that my mom said had already
arrived. I would look at her empty room. Our house suddenly became lifeless. It was a sad, sad reminder of what my life
would be like without my mom, and not having the opportunity to tell her how
much I love her.
One day, I was with my mom’s best friend and went to the
hospital. My mom, as she was lying in
bed, greeted me. I sat next to her,
placed my hand on her hand, and told her everything I felt was in my heart. I was telling her how thankful I was for
everything she had done for me, how sorry I am for not being a better son, and
how I can’t imagine not having her around when she still hasn’t seen what her
future grandkids would look like. For
the first time, I started to cry in front of her. I can honestly say that there was no shame or
guilt for feeling emotional in her presence.
It was a relief to finally be able to make her hear what she was
yearning for. For once, she was able to see my more personal side that I could never show for years.
This Mother’s Day is not just an important reminder that my
mother is still alive, but it’s an opportunity to remind myself everyday why
she is important to my life and to the lives of those that she touched. More importantly, she will continue to hear
how much I love her, and I am incredibly thankful to this day that I can say
that to her.
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Copyright © Randy Kim
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Thursday, May 10, 2012
Sleepless in Korea
Walking into a classroom every morning, I see the majority
of my students with their heads down, a few coffee mugs present, a Red Bull or
two. Other students tenaciously look
over their exam notes as they anticipate their dreadful exams in less than a
week. This took me back to the old
yesteryears of college; however, it was not; this was middle school.
The night before, I was jogging along at about 11pm in my
neighborhood where I can hear the sudden shouting of “TEACHER
RANDY---HELLO!!!!!!” permeating through the tight airspace between my eardrums
and my iPod earphones playing to the sound of Muse’s “Time is Running
Out.” I turned around and saw my
students still in their school uniform coming out of their private
academy. Puzzled, I glanced at the clock
on my iPod, and I thought to myself, “is there a curfew for these kids?” To my
kids, it was second nature. To me, it
was “Welcome to Korea.”
I had taught English in Korea through EPIK (English Program
in Korea) for 3 years (From 2009 up until the end of February of this
year). Entering Korea, I knew little
about the culture and the education that would stand far apart from its Western
counterpart. As I would soon realize, I quickly
began to see the effects that the Korean education system would have on these
young minds.
One day, I had an introductory lesson on “Your Plans.” I asked my students “What are your plans for
the weekend?” Several students replied,
“I have to go to school on Saturday or I have to go to my academy on Saturday,”
or “I have to study all day on Sunday.”
Perplexed, I asked them “Well, do you have any hobbies?” They simply replied, “Oh, we play computer
games all day or go to the PC Room with our friends.” Certainly, not the kind
of enthusiastic, ice-breaking discussion I had hoped for. Simply, it was becoming rather evident that
my students barely had any time nor the ability to be just kids.
For centuries, Korea is a culture influenced by
Confucianism. This brand of cultural philosophy emphasizes the importance of a
person or family’s status in their society based on wealth, social, and job
position. Education is the symbol of achieving higher status in Korean
society. It is the key that many Koreans
feel would unlock the gates that would lead them to fulfilling dreams of being
at the top of the mountain. Only that
getting to the top is where many students start to fall when the climbing
becomes unbearable.
According to a 2011 article in Time Magazine, “In 2010, 74% of all students engaged in some
kind of private after-school instruction.”
The private after-schools are known as “hagwons.” The article also states that these hagwons
cost at “an average of $2,600 per student for the year.” Besides the rising tuition cost, there are
more private school teachers than there are public schoolteachers across the
country.
The
ever-increasing influence of the hagwons has significantly decreased the
influence of public schools. I asked one
of my fellow Korean co-teachers about this issue, and she simply sighed and
said, “Randy, even though many parents see teachers as an important, respectful
part of our society, they don’t completely trust us teaching their kids because
having a hagwon means that they can continue to study more, and they have more
chances to learn something.”
As Korean parents
are pulling out every penny to support their children’s education, their kids
are absorbing the pressure to academically achieve to near-perfect
success. As Korean universities are
becoming ultra competitive, students are competing for academic success as
early as elementary school.
It’s simply not
just university entrance exams that students have felt pressure from, but there
is also a high school entrance exam which can then influence the fate of what
university a student can enter into.
At my middle
school, there is such a great contrast from the 1st year students to
the 3rd years. The 1st
years enter middle school with their innocence, childish humor still intact but
for the 3rd years, the puberty hits, the studying begins, the
expectations grow, the smiling stops, and so does their childhood.
A typical day of
a middle schooler goes much like this: They get to school around 8 am, and
finish the day after 3 pm with the exception of a selected weekday where they
stay an extra hour. Generally after
dinner, they go to their hagwons and coming home as late as 11 pm. They also go to their public school every
other Saturday morning, and spend a good part of either their morning or
afternoon at a hagwon, and in some cases, on a Sunday.
The life of a
high school student, however, intensifies.
They generally arrive at school at 7 am and study into the midnight
hours nearly on an everyday basis. It’s
the kind of lifestyle that has worried me as a teacher in my 3 years at my
middle school.
Oftentimes, I
would joke around with my other teaching colleagues that our students lead a
much more difficult schedule than we do.
As teachers, we get to have vacation days and take time for ourselves,
while my students are confined to the books, pencils, desk, and desk lamp
during their vacation period.
During cleaning
time at the end of the day, I ran into one of my favorite students,
Hyun-Seung. He sat in his chair, face down,
and rather oblivious to the frantic cleaning that his classmates were
doing. I came up to him, poked his back,
and asked if he was alright. He slowly raised his head up and said, “No, I’m
not okay.”
He then went on
to tell me how his father kept pushing him to study. I asked him, “Well, what time do you sleep
every night?” He answered, “Maybe 1 or 2
am.” I looked at the sad, concerning
look over his face. I felt helpless as I
couldn’t rescue him from the hours of anxiety and studying he had been putting
in. All I could do was listen and be as
supportive as I could.
Another student
of mine came to me and looked dejected.
He talked about how stressed out he was about his exams for the high
school entrance test, and how he had sought out the school counselor for advice
and emotional support. Instead, the
counselor focused on his eating habits and reducing his already thin social
life.
Much to my
student’s disappointment, it didn’t address the concerns and anxiety he was
already having. He needed someone to
listen and understand his problems. As a
teacher, I did my best to at least provide some sort of outlet that he could go
to without feeling judged. It is the lack of sensitivity towards students’ emotional
needs that became more alarming than my students’ studying habits.
My former student
visited our school one day. He quickly
spotted me, and was quite happy to see me.
I talked with him for a little while.
I asked him about high school and whether or not he found a
girlfriend. I enjoyed having him as my
student as he was energetic and humorous, and told him I missed having him in
my class.
He mentioned to
me how he missed me as well as his old middle school days. He was unhappy with high school, his grades
were low, and he was looking to transfer to a different one. I told him to keep his head up, and that I
will continue to support him. It was the
last time I would ever see him. A couple
of months later, he committed suicide.
Hearing the news,
I was in such disbelief. I couldn’t
imagine any of my students taking their own life away especially when they
haven’t seen what they could really do out in the real world. However, the real world that my student had
been living in felt hopeless, and that his concerns over his high school gave
him no real prospect of success in college or beyond. The expectations became too much, and the
only outlet he had was to check himself off the planet.
It’s a moment
that still haunts me to this day. It was
a moment that threatened to erase my 3 years of happiness as a teacher in
Korea. I became angry at the way many
Korean students are not being emotionally supported by their school, their
families, and their society.
Many Korean
teachers and school counselors aren’t taught or given the resources to help
students cope with their anxieties, or take pressure off of their
studying. Instead, they are faced with
the pressure of making sure their students are preparing for their daily exams
and from parents who want to ensure that their child has the best shot at
attending a good university.
Sadly, Korea and
Japan are ranked in the top when it comes to suicides. Facing embarrassment, judgment, and
disappointment in front of their peers and family causes them to lose
face. With the lack of available
resources to help those coping with anxiety and depression, there are many
Koreans that turn to alcohol and smoking to numb their pain, but for others, some
have chosen to end their life.
Every child desires
to earn approval and acceptance from their family and society, but when they
are made to feel that they haven’t earned anything, it’s a burden that they are
carrying into their academic performance, but ultimately, into their personal
life.
Ironically, if it
wasn’t for the country’s willingness to spend more money on education, my expat
colleagues and I wouldn’t have been able to work in Korea.
So in my 3 years,
I made it an effort to at least give my students a piece of their childhood
back through my lesson plans, and to make myself accessible to students at
school. It was an attempt to give them a
different side of teaching that they weren’t accustomed to. It was through those experiences that many of
my students, even to this day, are able to open up and trust me more than their
other teachers. They are able to smile,
be creative, and act silly without restraint.
If only the
schools, parents, and ultimately Korean society are able to show better
emotional support rather than a hint of ridicule, I can only imagine that there
would be more Korean students having reasons to smile AND sleep.
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