Good evening (or morning or afternoon
or whenever you should happen to be reading this), everyone! As many
of you may know, today was the last official day of winter term,
excluding finals week. I don't have any more classes to attend, and
in spite of a poorly timed case of food poisoning, I presented my
thesis today, which is required for graduation from PSU's honors
college.
Required for graduation? Graduation??
Yup. Today was my last official day of
school. That means, too, that today is my last official day working
for the Mt. Hood Kiwanis Camp senior capstone.
Kiwanis has become such a significant
part of my life in the past couple years that it's kind of strange to
think that I was so close to never having been involved with MHKC at
all.
I started working for MHKC when I first
came to Portland State in fall, 2012. I got an email through the
English department listserv saying that a social media manager was
needed for a capstone project that allowed students to work with and
learn from members of the disability community while spending two
weeks at summer camp. I saw it and thought, “Yes! A writing job
with flexible hours!” And then I had a sinking realization.
Two, actually.
The first was that I would have to jump
back into the world of social media, which, after not having had
Facebook for a year and a half or so, was not appealing. The second
realization was that I didn't really know anything about the
disability community. The way I saw it, I wasn't qualified, except
that I like writing. But I decided to apply anyway.
Another conflict.
I needed a writing sample. Or rather,
it was suggested I include a writing sample. But what should I send
in? I had no idea what the mysterious person behind the email wanted.
An academic essay didn't seem right. Neither, certainly, did poetry.
Maybe fiction? But those pieces were all awful. Anyway, the writing
sample was optional, right? So I sent in my resume and an
enthusiastic paragraph that flattered both myself and the capstone,
and closed it out with this:
“I wasn't sure what genre of writing
would be best to send as a sample, so if there is a specific type of
writing you are looking for, please let me know. I would be happy to
send something your way.”
Well, I got an email back. It wasn't a
request for a writing sample. It just said that I did not have the
qualifications they were looking for. Well, at least I hadn't gotten
my hopes up?
Except I had! Of course I had! And what
a blow! Was it because I didn't have experience with the disability
community, or was it because I forwent the writing sample? The
uncertainty was aggravating. But...I'm here now, saying farewell. So
obviously something happened.
Luck, mostly. Serendipity.
Happenstance. Someone neglecting to show up for their interview. So I
got an email wondering if I was still interested in the position, and
could I please send a writing sample. This time, I sent two,
just to be safe. If the second chance wasn't enough, ultimate
excitement was soon to follow. The graduate student who had emailed
me and read my samples, Jon Stark, happened to be part of the Ooligan
Press publishing program. He asked if he could publish my piece on
the Ooligan blog! I figured I probably still would not get the job,
but publication was a huge, huge deal.
Quick
fast-forward. I had to leave my American Sign Language class early to
go to the interview. I had neglected to look up how to sign
“interview”. Instead, I told my professor that I had to leave
early to go to a “work communicate”. In all my nervousness
(signing with my professor one-on-one always made me nervous, which
was just great given that shaky hands are a byproduct of my
anxieties), I forgot that I actually do know how to sign “job”,
and I do know how to spell, which means I could have spelled
“interview”. But it didn't matter; he got the point.
It's
funny to me now how appropriate my “work communicate” sign ended
up being in describing what I would end up doing with Kiwanis. As I
mentioned, one of my big fears that almost kept me from applying for
the position in the first place was that I didn't “have experience”
with the disability community. I mean, it's not like I had never
interacted with people who have disabilities or that I was afraid of
them by any means,
but...it felt like simply existing with people who have disabilities
wasn't enough.
I
guess I was partly right. I was on the right track, anyway. I did my
best to not make people feel singled out by their differences and
things like that, but there was also so much to learn. As I did
research for blog posts and talked with people involved with Kiwanis,
I constantly found myself thinking, “I didn't even know that was
something I could
know.” But it was okay. It was okay that there were things I didn't
know, because no matter how you're involved with Kiwanis Camp, you're
allowed to go in not knowing, and you leave with shiny, sparkling
knowledge. One of the great things about MHKC is that you get to
learn.
For
me, it has been a constant learning process, and often there were
lines so fuzzy that I didn't know where I should stand. Or if I
thought I knew where I wanted to stand, I sometimes wasn't sure if
MHKC was the appropriate venue to express those sentiments. But as
time went quickly by, it became clear to me that my main purpose of
my work was to communicate with others, communicate with members of
two different communities and hopefully bring them into one...
[cue
cheesiness in 3...2...]
The
Mt. Hood Kiwanis Camp Community!!!
[cue
applause]
During
my time here, I did a lot of learning. But I always kept in mind that
if I was in the dark about things, then maybe other people like me
were, too. Passing on what I learned and helping create a fuller
understanding of various aspects of disability in our culture was
invaluable for me. I really hope that my contributions to the MHKC @
PSU community have interested or helped at least a few of you dear
readers.
It's
sad to go, but we are working on finding someone superneat to take
over and explore ways to further better the MHKC capstone community.
And I'll still be poking around here and there. Old habits die hard,
as they say.
(Speaking
of old habits, I hope you liked the pug pictures. I simply can't help
myself! And it's my last official post, so why not?)
So I
conclude with thank you, and farewell. Stick around, though! Who
knows what changes may be coming in the future? I know I'm eager to
find out.
And as
always, enjoy your weekend!
Sincerely
yours,
Shelley
