Since I’ve noticed that a lot of people have come to this blog looking for the post I wrote on college resume tips, I’ve decided to upload a sample of a very modified version of my resume. You can find it here.
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This is bizarre. Only recently have I begun to feel like I’m getting the hang of things around here. Right when I’m about to leave UCLA.
There are many things that I wish I could change, but I’m finally realizing that I cannot control everything. In fact, the only thing I can barely try to control is myself. And I even have trouble doing that sometimes.
On the other hand, some things seem to be sailing smoothly. My classes are depressing. They are mostly about poverty and injustice in the world. Yet for some reason, I seem to be very good at them. Mind you, this is just my opinion since I haven’t gotten any midterm grades back, but I really like what I’ve been writing about. For the first time ever, I’ve felt comfortable enough to share my papers with others- this used to terrify me.
Work sucks, but that’s what happens when you work in customer service. Regardless of how awful most people are, there are still the very few who brighten my days with their goodness and wittiness. Like the older couple today in which the sir was making fun of the fact that he does everything his wife “orders” him to do. I smiled and told him that that’s how it’s supposed to be done. We all had a good laugh with that one.
My internship is the same as usual: It’s difficult to get myself there, but when I do, it’s not so bad. However, I am in the middle of a text-argument with a peer intern (I was not the initiator) and I anticipate this will be a problem in the future, since we usually work together. In short, I’m being blamed because I looked out after my own interest AFTER I had offered a solution to benefit both. Hard not to do when the answer to the original offer was: “Well, that’s really your personal situation, not mine.” Ha, if it had been just my situation then why are you yelling at me through text messages now? Life is a joy. I buy Whoppers for moments like this one.
My relationship with my wife is great as always. Well, not as always (we are human, you know?), but it’s been particularly good lately. I will not lie, the law school application process was a big problem for us at times, but ever since that got sorted out, things have gotten a lot better. Also, as I blogged before, I have a duty to force myself to calm down. For my health and all.
In any case, last night after studying for a while, we went to the Westwood Village and ended up at 800 Degrees Pizza for dinner. It was legit. All of this goodness I’ve been going through is made a thousand times easier because I get to share it with the love of my life. I really don’t understand why most people don’t get married during college. I highly recommend it 😉
-Mrs. This One
After my dear fellow blogger, Deborah, posted “A Love Letter,” I had some thoughts of my own on essay writing and putting the best of you on paper. As I mentioned earlier, I am in the process of hunting and applying for scholarships. This comes just right after 20 applications for law school. Yes, I did say 20. Needless to say, I am not looking forward to more applications, but I could use a scholarship (or ten), so this is what I will be doing when I’m not working, studying, interning, or living.
A current resume is one of the most commonly asked components for scholarship applications. Because of this, I went through my current work and academic resumes. These happened to be the ones that I used for law school applications. My first diagnostic was: What was I thinking? There was nothing wrong per se with the resumes, but I didn’t connect with them. They didn’t make me look at them and think “wow!” I was a bit upset that I even let law school admissions staff look at them in the first place. But I suppose in the big scope of things, it didn’t matter all that much since I’m going to the school I wanted to go to anyway.
After some browsing on how to craft resumes, I was a bit confused as to what format was the right one to go with. So I decided to go with what I’d call the best advice I could give to any college student working on their resume: Keep it simple, clean, and professional.
I made my name bigger than anything else and centered it along with my contact information right below it. Then I added the different sections (i.e Education). I used font, bolding, italics, and capitalization in a way that would highlight what I considered to be important to grab the reader’s attention. The outcome: The best resumes I’ve ever come up with. I even felt as a more accomplished individual after printing them out.
Lastly, don’t you give up until you look at it and think “wow.”
Edit: Mine looks something like this:
P.S. Thank you Deborah for writing such a beautiful post that made me try harder.
As soon as I blogged about scholarships, I got one. Perhaps I should blog about getting into my top choice (DLS) with a full ride? Nah, I’ll save that one for later– but that would definitely be a dream come true.
The scholarship I got is for a school that would put me miles away from my girl (Homewrecker Law School: HLS)*. This is one of the few schools I applied to knowing that the Mrs. wasn’t going to be nearby. I did it because I liked the school, and knowing that, my wife almost forced me to do it. But this set of schools… I never saw myself going to them because I knew they would separate us. They were the type of schools I was allowed to look into only if going to the same area wasn’t going to be a possibility anyway.
So here I am, with a close-to-full-tuition scholarship, without being able to celebrate. I never realized that graduate and professional schooling would pose so many challenges for us. Live and learn, right?
-Mrs. This One
*This school is in NO WAY related or making any references to Harvard Law School which name happens to coincide with the fictitious name I have chosen for a completely, unrelated law school.
Four applications in, thirteen more to go. Usually I would cherish the fact that I at least got some applications in, but for now all I can think about is that I’m not even halfway through. It does feel a bit surreal that I applied to some schools. Like, did it really happen? Is this a dream?
Okay, enough with the blabber. One thing that I’ve gotten out of this application process is that there is one school that actually rings my bell. They have a different perspective to the whole law school thing- and the more I deal with them, the more they confirm this for me. Because of how touchy this whole process is, I will call this school Dreamy Law School (nothing to do with Grey’s Anatomy, I promise).
I would love to go there because they’re different. The faculty is filled with bada**es. People who’ve traveled and done pretty unconventional research. What’s more, the dean is committed to make sure this is a life-changing experience for the students. You know how many deans actually care about the students? Well, I’m not sure either, but I bet it ain’t many. And one last added bonus, their campus drives me crazy (in a good way). I feel so much at peace when I’m there. But not everything is reindeer and rainbows. This school will have me live away from my girl, they are not the highest-ranked school (which it will matter plenty when I’m out looking for a job), and there’s the little inconvenience that my LSAT score needs to be good enough for them to accept me.
All in all, choosing a school out of thirteen (keep in mind this number will be smaller based on which schools actually take me) will be no walk in the park. So I turn this back at you- how did you pick your school? When did you know this was THE school you wanted to go to?
-Mrs. This One
As promised (to myself, I suppose), I’ve started submitting my law school applications. I feel so tense that I think it would be way too easy for me to snap- of course I only know that because it has already happened.
If there’s something I’ve been told about school applications, whether for undergrad or other programs, is that typos are grounds for dismissal. Therefore, typos have become my archenemies. That’s why I asked my wife nicely to double-check my essays before I submitted them. Easy enough, right?
Well, the thing is that for law schools, you can’t really use one essay. Each school will ask you for some things that will not fit with another school’s requirements. By now, I think I’ve written about 6 essays for three schools. Anyway, I first submitted my USC application, and then UCLA’s followed.
When I was about to submit my Loyola’s application, I noticed a typo in a sentence after my wife had already gone through it. This one sentence I have used for the other two schools as well. Panic sunk in. I frantically looked for my other two saved applications hoping I was wrong. Nope, no chance. I submitted a typo to both of those applications. And mind you, it wasn’t just A typo. It was a typo at the very end of an essay. So this will be the last thing in their minds when they look at my application. Could you really blame me for snapping?
Well, now I feel like an a** because my SIL is right: this is my responsibility and I cannot put this on my girl. Though I could go on about how my SIL really needs to stay out of my relationship with MY wife, I’ll leave that for later and rather give her the credit she deserves. Besides, if someone had asked me to look over 6 essays in about four hours, I too would have missed a thing or two.
I wish this process were less demanding than it actually is. Or at least that after I submit an application, I’d get the little corny video of Rocky going up the stairs like WordPress used to do when I published something. Is that too much to ask for?
-Mrs. This One
I started the day with a compliment on my writing. That seriously made my day, so thank you allisongolan!
Today my fall grades are due. Three professors have not activated their gradebook, so it is very unlikely that they will actually follow the deadline this time. They really never do- but I never lose hope. God forbid we are late turning in a paper or that we take an exam on a different date. I wish students could hold professors with the same accountability. Yes, yes, I know they’ve done all these things and they deserve it and so on and on. This is why I don’t write a letter to the dean about it. Like he/she would do anything about it anyway.
Anyhow, my wife and her sister are on their way to the doctor. They’re getting checked out for the cancer gene. In case you missed it, my MIL is a breast cancer survivor, so chances are that my love and her sister may have to go through the same at some point. The appointment was only for my SIL. But at the last minute, my MIL suggested my wife go too. She looked at me for confirmation and I saw the pain in her eyes. It broke my heart. She was probably thinking that we’re supposed to be having a vacation, free from stress. But if this is what’s best for her, then we just have to go through it. I stayed at home because I’m supposed to be working on my law school applications. Once I get through with this post, I’ll get on that- I think. The Mrs. has already submitted her graduate school applications. I’m jealous, I wish I could say the same.
Tonight we are having a tree trimming party. Which I understand to be a gathering in which we all decorate the tree. Well, this is what the tree looks like now:
My hope is that tonight, I can follow up with a stunningly decorated tree. Keyword: “my hope.”
The only issue I’ll have is that the Steelers are playing tonight. Maybe I’ll be able to find a way to balance the game and the party. Oh, and did I mention we are only allowed to wear pajamas to this party?
-Mrs. This One
Julia was walking rapidly. She was passing a park, scattered with picnickers, children and dogs running. Halfway through the park, she stopped herself and laid a hand on a nearby tree for support. This is when it hit her. She could not remember what she was walking away from. Was she escaping from something? Someone? Was she going somewhere?
It had been exactly two years since she had had the last blackout. They had started when she was nineteen, back in college. She had gone to a party with her roommate, Lucy Frees. Julia didn’t want to go to the party, but Lucy insisted. Almost begged her. Lucy wanted to see Jason, one of the frat boys hosting the party. But she didn’t want to show up to a party alone. This is why Julia had to come with her.
Julia remembered going to the party and having a few drinks. But after that, everything was a mystery to her. The next thing she knew about was waking up in Lucy’s bed, her own bed undone. Lucy hadn’t been there when she had woken up. She found out later that Lucy had died after being hit by a car when she was walking home the previous night. Julia always tried not to think about what happened that night. It wasn’t the guilt that bothered her. She knew that if she had taken better care of her roommate, she would probably still be alive. What really bothered her was not knowing what had happened.
Two years had been the longest she had gone without a blackout. She chuckled. And I was stupid enough to think I was cured, she thought- the bitterness overcoming her. She sat with her back against the tree. What was the last thing I did? After some effort, she was able to bring back the image of Leo Tanzini and his office. Right, he offered me a job! Her excitement was obvious. But what happened then? She examined herself and noticed that she was wearing casual jeans and a purple blouse. She certainly had not worn this to a job interview. She then remembered he had offered her lunch. Was she going to meet him? Was she late? Is that why she was walking so quickly? But nothing further came to mind.
“Christ, I’m pathetic!” She muttered. Defeated, she went home.
To be continued…
We made it here safely. The drive seemed to drag forever, but it could have been tiredness playing tricks with my mind. The caffeine didn’t help either. But it was better to have some of it than nothing at all.
Chinese takeout was a great treat. We split some Mongolian Beef with Lettuce Wraps. I was lucky to find a diet Mountain Dew in my in-laws fridge. They’re not really the soda type. And I guess I’m not either, but water gets tiring from time to time. Besides, I could use yet more caffeine to stay awake. My MIL (mother-in-law) is working, so we have to stay up at least until she gets home. I’m about ready to take a shower. That should give me some sense of renewal.
The first thing I noticed when I walked in earlier was the Christmas tree. It has the perfect shape. I love Christmas trees. I grew up with fake ones my whole life, so it was nice to marry into a family that used real ones. Though I probable would have broken my family tradition at some point. I guess I will soon enough. Which reminds me- my FIL asked over dinner when we were planning to have kids. It was and will forever be an awkward conversation… specially since we need help to make babies appear. But that’s alright, I’ve never minded the shortcomings of being a lesbian.
If there’s something I look forward to when I’m on a school break is reading. You’d think I’d get tired of doing so because I have to read so much for school, but this is different. There’s nothing like reading for pleasure- without overanalyzing every single word you read. I brought three books with me: “The Night Watch” by Sarah Waters (fiction), “The Return” by Daniel Treisman (Non-fiction, and he’s a UCLA professor!), and “Global Community” by W.M. Spellman (Non-fiction). Of course I probably won’t read all of them, but sometimes I like to spice it up a bit with some variety. My MIL also rented several movies for us to watch through the weeks. And! We might go to ZooLights at the Phoenix Zoo. I’m actually excited about the last one. We went there three Christmases and it was really fun- I’ve been wanting to do it again ever since. Besides these, my weeks will be filled with applications and essays. Fun, I know. Though, I’m gonna be watching the Packers-Chiefs game tomorrow with my FIL. That should be nice…
Okay, I really should go shower now.
-Mrs. This One