Source. In most cases, this is a horrible way to begin a contemporary story. Don’t do it, unless you have a really good reason.
Last Saturday, I sat at the kitchen of my aunt’s house during one of our monthly family gatherings. The topics around the tabe were as familiar as my grandma’s homemade tamales — how’s work, look at this picture of my dog, por favor pass the salsa — when my aunt turned to me and said, “Remind me what you’re studying.”
Three years ago, I would have said Psychology. Two years ago, I would have said English. Fifteen years ago, I would have said dinosaur veterinarian, but apparently that’s impossible.
"Creative Writing," I replied.
"How do you major in writing?" she asked — and, well, she had a point. How do you major in something as popular, as soul-crushing, and as brilliantly rewarding as writing?
Let me list the ways.
Source. Translation: “Hire me!”
It’s August. Move-in dates are on the horizon, back-to-school shopping lists are getting longer, and for some of you, summer internships are approaching their end. I was very fortunate and landed an internship this summer at Red Hen Press, a non-profit literary organization in Pasadena. After driving and working and balancing everything with my regular job, I learned a few things ranging from how to deal with unpaid positions to the problems of romanticizing job titles. Click to read my biggest tips.
Source. Those hands aren’t even pressing any keys.
Do you hear it? The tick-tick-tick of frantic fingers flying over coffee-stained keyboards. The hoarse croak of voices wondering if Jafang will deliver pizza at 2 a.m. (they will). The evening hush as students retreat to the Rivera and Orbach libraries, broken only by the scrape of scavenged chairs pulled along the tile to build pseudo-beds. Finals are coming, guys and gals, and it’s time for our quarterly installment of tips to make your week run as smoothly as possible.
Have you ever thought to yourself, “Hey, self. I’d really love a bagel right now.” Not just any bagel, though—something freshly made and delicately toasted. Yes? Then East Coast Bagel has you covered.
Walk the Moon’s audience at UCR’s Spring Splash.
Spring Splash began with abundant shine from the glowing Riverside sun, a display of billowing pillow-trees, and a line of eager students. Attendees were ready with colorful spring attire, shorts, flowers, and money for the lineup of food trucks worthy of an end-of-the-year festival. Sunglasses in bright shades of green, pink, white, yellow, and orange saved the crowd from squinting, courtesy of ASPB. Yellow wrist bracelets gave access to Ferris wheel rides, bungee jumping, and fluffy chickens. In short, it was a colorful day at UCR’s quarterly music festival.
Rio and I were trekking through the overgrowth on Box Springs Mountain, sticking to the thin, clear path of dirt snaking around rocks, when he threw out a hand and stood still.
“Snake.” His eyes stared straight into a scraggly bush up the hill.
“Where?” I asked. I looked where he was staring and saw the bush shudder. I gasped—we had seen a sign warning us of rattlers at the beginning of the hike, and naturally I figured that this would be how I died.
Fellow blogger Rebecca and I walked in to the Marriott in Downtown Riverside last Friday with gleeful eyes. The long hallways of the hotel were filled with easels explaining the various lectures at the Eaton Science Fiction Conference. The variety of options made us linger like tourists in Disneyland, but we narrowed it down to “Inter-textual Narratives of Power and Identity in Science Fiction Television.” We made our way to the lecture room, ready to contribute to some major science fiction fangirling.
Source. The enigma.
From small seed to glowing orange, Norm the Navel has brightened many a resident’s days with his trademark flip-flops, tartan shorts, and boyish charm. And yet, at the tender age of 75, there are still a basket of questions left unanswered: Who is Norm? Where does he live? How did he get so good at dancing? With a little bit of research and a lot of snooping, bloggers Rebecca and Cecilia try to find out!
Hey, you with the mussed-up hair and sweatpants! We’re back with our quarterly installment of Tips for Success: How to Punch Finals in the Face. This quarter: places to go when the coffee runs dry and your stomach rumbles from the hollow emptiness of Redbull fumes and Cheetos. What do you do? Where do you go?
We’ve got you covered.
I know it’s been a long application process, and the wait has been killer, but it’s finally March 1. For many of you wonderful transfer students, today is a milestone because it is the day you were admitted to UC Riverside. Pat yourselves on the back. Do a celebratory dance. I definitely did when I was admitted as a transfer student.
The UCR transfer student community is composed of truly exceptional people with diverse backgrounds, fascinating stories and plenty of life experience. As a prospective Highlander, I urge you to reach out and experience UCR for yourself. Take a tour. Say hello to the Transfer Student Organization. Send us any and every question you may have. Stop by during Discover Day on March 9 or Highlander Day on April 13 (and get some free UCR swag in the process).
The next few months will be a whirlwind of document submissions, your SIR deadline (June 1), and Highlander Orientation for Transfers. Keep checking your MyUCR account for the latest updates and let us know if you have any questions or concerns. And if you just want to generally celebrate, tag your posts on Twitter, Tumblr and Instagram with #FutureHighlander!
We can’t wait to meet you. Welcome to UC Riverside.
-Rebecca & the Life at UCR staff