So many families in the Bay Area are raising multilingual kids, so, why not work together to share resources? Check out this new group doing just that.
friends and family don’t always understand what I am talking about. All they see is a wonderful opportunity for new experiences; I should be happy all the time, right? Not quite. So, I turn to the I Am A Triangle (IAAT) group to find my support.
“Elevator pitch”, “LinkedIn profile”, “Skills development”, “Building contacts”, “Career events”… If you get the shivers just reading those phrases, don’t worry. You are not the only one who feels confused, nervous or downright scared about using networking during your job search. Networking has become a more trusted and common method of job searching, and it’s easy to see why. You spend some time improving your LinkedIn profile, you attend events in your particular field, you reach out to friends, former coworkers, even family, and boom, you get a job! Wait. It can’t be that easy, can it? Honestly, networking is […]
Do you know that there are around 17,000 public libraries in the US? In fact, there are more public libraries than McDonald’s restaurants here in North America. I have long heard how Americans adore their public libraries. After I migrated to the Bay Area, I knew I had to pay a visit to the local library.
For Americans this level of positivity appears to come naturally, whereas when I attempt to smile genuinely at someone I don’t know, it comes off as more of a grimace. I am outgoing and, shall we say, unafraid to share my voice, but even for me this is hard work.
We agreed that with hundreds of languages spoken in the Bay Area, that many things are lost in translation, what would help is a cultural dictionary. Can you imagine?
Books often get a bad rap as gifts go, but I love nothing more than receiving a well thought out book. Though it is safe to say I am slightly book obsessed.
All I noticed in the movie was the unacceptable racist treatment the white characters showed toward the Asian character…he was constantly regarded as “weird” and “different,” foreign, and mostly un-American. Several memories I had repressed came shooting back, and I was instantly transported back to my youth as growing up brown, as an Indian-American, in the Bay Area.