My first year of graduate school is officially over!!! I must say it has been quite a ride. I have been challenged emotionally, personally, mentally, and some what physically. I cannot wait to see what other life-changing experiences my last year in Vermont will bring. In the fall semester I was eager to explore Vermont's culture and expand my horizons. I learned new terminology, new eating habits, new lifestyles and new trends. Most importantly, I was introduced to the idea of creating a social justice curriculum and experience. I attended Racial Aikido and Social Justice Training Institute which took place in what is now the ostracized state of Arizona. SJTI is a race-immersion institute and it is the place where I began to understand my identity and my role as an advocate for justice.
Although I had a semester of new beginnings, the spring semester brought unexpected moments filled with unbearable emotions. In the fall I was done exploring Vermont and began to long for home. Once I was able to go home for the holidays I was able to rejuvenate myself for another semester. However, little did I know I would need more than just rejuvenation to survive the semester. It began to dawn on me that I was changing (for the best or the worst?, I don't know). I began to feel invalidated, as if my statements did not mean anything to conversations in class and out of class. I was able to voice some concerns in written reflections, but that was not enough. I longed to speak with individuals that might understand what I was feeling. Those individuals turned out to be my family. I was able to express my frustrations and release some much needed stress. These conversations left me longing for my family and helped me somewhat understand the feelings of invalidation. I could not relate my experiences to others in class.
These realizations slowly helped me find my identity as well as identify what is important in my life - my family and my personal experiences. However, I have found it hard, here, to be myself. I feel my actions and statements are judged everyday and I never thought I'd feel like this in Vermont. I am constantly reminded that my Aggie experience is a "tokenized" experience. Meaning I was given the experience by the "dominant" culture to educate the "dominant" culture instead of earning my Aggie experience . . . I still do not know how to respond to this. The social justice component of this program is entrenched in race to an extent that it disturbs me. My racial identity is not as prevalent in my everyday life as class is, at least that is how I see it. I was raised with Hispanics all around me that class played a more vital role in my life. So it is difficult to relate to some statements said in class or in trainings. What does this mean? Ifeel as if I am seen as an American and not a Latino, and in class discussions being American is being and acting white, but I clearly look Latino. Perhaps that is why I prefer Hispanic as my identity. I am as Latino and as American and why should I have to choose either or? I feel as if when I speak I must speak from a Latino point of view, not an American/White point of view, but when I speak I speak from a Hispanic (American) point of, but what does that matter to my cohort members? Or to o our discussions? These feelings of invalidation consistantly over come me.
So, I have spent the semester speaking with family and friends about my experience and emotions and constantly find solace in their words of encouragemet. I will not give up on Vermont and I will push forth in having my voice heard and in solidifying my identity. My family and my experiences provide me with motivation to keep going. I constantly find myself surrounding myself with my culture. I have not forgotten where I come from, which is a stereotype in our culture once someone lives, but I have gained a better understanding of where I come from and how my experiences have shaped my life. Afterall, I am an Aggie living in Vermont, what can be harder than that, jk.
Hasta luego amigos, ojala mis experiencas se mejoran este verano, how's my spanish? :)