#Delgado Community College | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

bllsbailey · 4 months

Text

Harvard's Snooty Snobs SLAMMED for Denigrating Chris Rufo's Degree

In the wake of the resignation of Claudine Gay as the president of Harvard, leftists have found themselves in an embarrassing frenzy of rage-addled excuse-making for the prolific plagiarist and attacks against those who called her out.

Chris Rufo was one of Gay's biggest critics and also of DEI and other progressive ideologies infiltrating American academia.

Graduates of the illustrious David Hogg University, also known as 'Havard', wasted no time making a mockery of their alma mater in an attempt to belittle Rufo.

It started with an article from The New Republic that claimed Rufo was falsely passing himself off as a Harvard grad even though he went to the Harvard Extension School … a school of Harvard University.

It quickly became clear that attendees of the extension school are regarded as second-class citizens by 'real' (their words) Harvard degree holders.

This should come as no surprise given that one of the primary reasons for attending such a school is to allow these people to pretend they're better than the rest of us.

I read that whole thing and nowhere did it explain how Ex-President Gay didn’t break ethical standards and codes of conduct that everyone else at Harvard is bound by. Did I miss a paragraph?— ThorChiggins PHD (@ThorChiggins) January 5, 2024

Yep. You'll find none of that in there because it's just a hit piece because they're still seething over Gay being forced to the off-ramp. Buh-bye.

Recommended

politicspresumptuous.com

Rufo responded to the article:

There were plenty of folks who thought this was a real smoking gun. They were generally progressives who would have preferred to ignore Gay's plagiarism.

'Standard of ethics', she said.

What happened to that standard of ethics?

Look, we understand why Harvard degree holders are proud of purchasing such an expensive status symbol. There have, after all, been many brilliant and well-known individuals who have studied at the school over the years:

Antonin Scalia - King of the Supreme Court.

Matt Damon - went on to pretend to be a really smart person.

Jonathan Taylor Thomas - Randy Taylor and Simba.

Helen Keller - Bidenomics coordinator.

Ted Kennedy - expert swimmer.

Neil deGrasse Tyson - star of memes.

Theodore Roosevelt - considered by many to be a highly successful president.

Barack Obama - considered by many to be a president.

Al Gore - inventor of the Internet.

Ted Kaczynski - explosives expert.

Isoroku Yamamoto - air travel agent for Pearl Harbor.

Robert Oppenheimer - see Isoroku Yamamoto.

Of course, no list of esteemed Harvard grads would be complete without A.J. Delgado, known for … posting on Twitter/X. She probably could have learned how to do that at a local community college, to be honest.

There's that attitude we've come to expect from our Ivy League betters.

In case it's not clear, most of us out here in real-America aren't nearly as impressed with degrees from Pompous U. as the holders of the degrees are.

Miss 'Harvard real-degree' Delgado is boasting on Twitter/X while Rufo is getting real work done. We can understand why she's so salty.

A little bit of ad hominem, a pinch of appeal to authority, and there you have it - a recipe for 'so what if the president of my super prestigious university is a cheat, I'm better than you!'

As you might expect, the people of Twitter/X had zero room for such pretentiousness.

Just to be clear, there are people who graduated or worked at Harvard who aren't stuck-up snobs. The elitist ones just really like to tell everyone.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Delgado was steaming in reply to commenters:

She continued: ' … for some clown to come and say his online courses nonsense is the same. That’s not elitist- that’s stopping some a**hole from depriving me of what I earned … '

For those of you who do not speak Real-Harvardian, A.J.'s words roughly translate into English as 'REEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!'

She kept doubling down, simply because she wanted to keep saying she has a 'Harvard' degree. It's okay to laugh. We are.

The entire display was cringe-tacular. Harvard should send better representatives.

The feedback was not good for Delgado, and there was TONS of it.

The entire debacle brought up another aspect of Delgado's haughty view of the Harvard Extension School that hurled another layer of mud atop Harvard's reputation.

Why is the university selling 'Harvard' degrees to students if they're not 'real' Harvard degrees?

Bingo. Clearly, Harvard has no issue selling its name to would-be students at the other schools of Harvard University or explicitly telling them they will earn a Harvard degree.

It's best to just ignore them. After all, regardless of what they think of Rufo's degree, he's kicking their tails at every turn.

Pretty good for a guy without a 'real' Harvard degree.

The arrogance is pervasive.

Imagine speaking this way about the people who pay your salary.

There are always going to be the A.J. Delgados out there, looking down their noses at the rabble who didn't get the 'real' degree.

'Y'all suck.' Couldn't have said it better ourselves.

LOL.

Well done, King. Enjoy your ivory towers, snobs. Our people are friendlier and much more fun.

***

Editor's Note: Do you enjoy Twitchy's conservative reporting taking on the radical left and woke media? Support our work so that we can continue to bring you the truth. Join Twitchy VIP and use the promo code SAVEAMERICA to get 40% off your VIP membership!

0 notes

tsmom1219 · 4 months

Text

BioMADE awarded $510,000 National Science Foundation grant to accelerate bioindustrial manufacturing workforce readiness

BioMADE, in partnership with member Delgado Community College, received a National Science Foundation grant to develop pioneering new industry-driven curricula for bioindustrial manufacturing that will build the technical workforce needed to support this growing sector. The goals of this project are to: Develop, test, and finalize key bioprocessing concept education modules that meet…

View On WordPress

0 notes

adrixnadelgxdo · 7 months

Text

Name: Adriana Delgado-Souza Age: 46 Community Job: Childcare Worker Job Before: Elementary School Teacher Reside in: Small home near Beckett Farm How long have they lived in Redwood?: A month Family: Ermano Delgado (ex-husband), Bruno (adopted son) Status: Starting Over with Ermano Delgado Faceclaim: Morena Baccarin

TW: Bullying, Racism, Miscarriage, Depression, Suicidal Thoughts

Adriana Souza was born and raised in Rio de Janeiro for the first ten years of her life. She was the youngest, having three older brothers who were all so doting and protective of their little sister. Their mother and father were both hard workers who did everything they could to provide for their family, leaving most of the care to her brothers. The oldest, Paulo, was the most protective one of her brothers and would often put Adriana’s needs over his own. He walked her to and from school, helped her with her homework, made her lunch and put her to bed. When she was ten, Paulo had been reading her a bedtime story when there was a knock at the door. Paulo went to answer it and, unbeknownst to him, she had followed him and watched him from down the hall. She saw the blue and red lights and recognized the uniforms of the police officers. Apparently their parents had been mugged and killed on their way home from their job. In the blink of an eye, they were now orphans.

Their uncle on their father’s side had moved to Texas a few years ago and agreed to take in the kids. Just like that, Adriana and her brothers were moved out of their family home and to a new country. The new place was weird and different but between her aunt and uncle and Paulo, Adriana adapted and learned how to fit in. It took a couple years but eventually, Adriana found her way and grew up just as well as any other child. Well….for the most part. Being from Brazil, there were a few years in her preteens that she was picked on and bullied for her accent. One kid went so far as to call her a derogatory slur, which her third oldest brother, Marcelo, heard and beat up the kid. Originally the parents of the kid tried to sue but after learning what their son had said to Adriana, the school backed Marcelo and the other kid was expelled. She was never picked on again after that but she still saw the looks she got. At least, until high school when puberty hit. Then she became every boy’s wet fantasy.

But Adriana never paid them much time. Her eyes were elsewhere. Adriana wanted to go to school to become an elementary school teacher and start her own family. Her brothers meant the world to her and she wanted to have her own family, now that her brothers were grown up and had families of their own. She went to college and got her Master’s in Child Education and soon, got a job at a school as a music teacher. Now with the job out of the way, she needed to start working on the next part of her life, which proved to be harder than she thought.

That was, until she met Ermano Delgado. One night, she was out drinking with one of her sister-in-laws who was adamant that she would help her find her dream man. Adriana had gotten up to go to the bathroom and accidentally ran into Ermano, nearly spilling his drink on him. Their eyes met and everything else was history. A year later, they were married and soon, Adriana found herself moving around with him. But the two wanted the same thing - to start a family. And they tried. Oh, did they try but it seemed no matter what, nothing ever worked. Until it did.

Just when she had been about ready to give up and go back to the doctor again, she got the positive test - she was pregnant! Ermano was ecstatic about the news and had promised to stop going overseas to help her raise their soon-to-be-child. It was perfect. But it was the stress that did it in. So worried about something going wrong, her body betrayed her and she miscarried. It was the worst thing she had ever experienced and the look on Ermano’s face broke her heart. But at least she still had him….until the following week came and he was gone. Adriana blamed herself. How could she not? Ermano hated her. He blamed her for not giving him a child and now, he was gone. Unable to handle the devastation from the loss of their unborn baby and breaking Ermano’s heart, Adriana moved in with Paulo and left divorce papers for Ermano. If she couldn’t give him a child, she wanted him to find someone who could.

Adriana fell into depression shortly after. Needing to get away, Adriana got a one way train ticket to California. She promised her brother she would be back, although she wasn’t sure if she could keep that promise. While she was on the train somewhere in Arizona, someone got up and started biting someone. That was when she got the news - the zombie outbreak had just begun. Adriana escaped but now stranded in the middle of the desert with no one she knew, she found herself facing a new problem - surviving. She tried to reach out to her brothers but the phones had gone down. When she did finally make it back to their homes, they were empty. It might have been better than finding their bodies but then again, it was possible they had been turned and were now wandering aimlessly as the living dead.

Adriana has continued her way East since then. She had joined up with a community known as Demeter. She had been there for a few years but a few months ago, the community was attacked by a cult with sun faces. Adriana was able to get out, along with a few others before the cultists took over and now is in search of finding another community to call her home.

Headcanons:

Adriana never found out what happened to her brothers and their families. She has hope that they’re somewhere out there but without any word, she has to expect the worst.

When she made it out of Demeter, she had helped a young boy by the name of Bruno get out. He was eight and both of his parents had been killed a year before by zombies. She had met him as she worked in their daycare and had basically adopted him once he became an orphan. For all intents and purposes, he is her son.

After trying to find her brothers, Adriana had tried to find Ermano. She hated how they left things and wanted to explain why she had done what she did. If he’s alive, she hopes that he is happy and has found exactly what he’s looking for.

Has several tattoos on her arms and back, but the most important tattoo is a set of wings right above her heart with the name of hers and Ermano’s unborn baby girl written in it.

#bio

0 notes

gmr-transcription · 1 year

Link

Read Full Article: Steven Cochran, Our GMR Transcription Scholarship Winner from Delgado Community College

#StevenCochran GMR Transcription ScholarshipWinner

0 notes

better-slidell-la · 1 year

Text

Fassbender Insurance Agency, LLC in Slidell, LA

If you are interested to be insured, you need to do your research first. To make it easier, you need to find the best providers in the industry. In that case, the Slidell health insurance is noteworthy. The company strives to build long-term relationships with their clients by providing advice on which Personal Lines plan is best for them and provide the best possible customer service when you have a claim. Aside from that, they understand the financial burdens of these hard economical times. No wonder they are dedicated to offering you the best coverage at the lowest rates. Lastly, you are not just purchasing an insurance policy; you are purchasing a “piece of mind.”

Slidell, LA

At present, one of the important needs of a young child is education. No wonder parents are apprehensive to find the best educational institution in the area. Let’s discuss the primary and secondary education in Slidell, LA. Slidell's public schools are operated by the St. Tammany Parish Public Schools. In addition, there are three public high schools in Slidell such as Northshore High School; Salmen High School; and Slidell High School; and two private high schools: Pope John Paul II High School and First Baptist Christian School. Additionally, Nunez Community College in Chalmette and the Sidney Collier Campus of Delgado Community College in New Orleans East are in proximity to the parish.

Camp Salmen Nature Park

The Camp Salmen Nature Park e is a well-known tourist attraction in the Slidell, LA area these days. Many students go there to learn new things and have an adventure. Within its 130-acre bounds, Camp Salmen Nature Park in Slidell offers visitors an outdoor observatory rich in natural flora, fauna and birding habitats, as well as a glimpse into its rich history, and even legend. Besides, folklore suggests that in the early 1920’s, a young Boy Scout shared his umbrella with Fritz Salmen of the Salmen Brick and Lumber Company, which was once housed at the park. Have you heard about this story before?

Heavy police presence reported in area of Eydie Lane in Slidell

There are many thought-provoking news reports and blogs in the Slidell, LA area lately. One of the reports is about heavy police presence there, especially at Eydie Lane. Reportedly, the St. Tammany Sheriff's Office is reporting a heavy police presence in a Slidell neighborhood Saturday. Apart from that, the details surrounding the incident are limited. St. Tammany sheriff deputies say they are in the area of Eydie Lane in Slidell. In addition, people are asked to avoid the area at this time. But based on a recent update, the situation has been resolved and law enforcement is clearing the area.

Link to Map

Driving Direction

Camp Salmen Nature Park

35122 Parish Pkwy, Slidell, LA 70460

Head east on Hwy 190 W/W Gause Blvd toward Parish Pkwy

Pass by Advance Auto Parts (on the right)

4.6 mi

Turn right

Destination will be on the right

223 ft

Fassbender Insurance Agency, LLC

2051 Gause Blvd E #50,

Slidell, LA 70461

#Slidell insurance agency #Slidell homeowners insurance #Slidell flood insurance #Slidell business insurance #Slidell commercial insurance

0 notes

x-aileen · 1 year

Text

Introduction

Hello! To introduce myself I'm Aileen Delgado. I come from a Mexican background as both my parents come from Mexico. I don’t really have an origin to my name although it would be really cool to think that there was. Asking my parents the same question they gave me a mind blowing response of “cause why not”. I was curious however as to what my name means and as a result I found that it means “Light from Sun '' which sounds pretty dope. But if I were to change my name to a fictional character I would change it to Hange after one of my favorite characters in an anime called “Attack on Titan ''. In the show she’s a risk taker, creative, really passionate in her crafts and most importantly she’s a badass. She’s such an inspiring character to me and overall she has a pretty name that looks like it would suit me.

Personally I have no recollection of what I did my first year in high school, let alone remember what I did the first day. My high school years were a bit of a rollercoaster that got stuck on the upside down part of the ride. Freshman and sophomore year was completely decent, made some lifelong friends and watched some friends move out of my life and that’s okay. But then junior year came around and that’s where this ride started to break down. Thursday March 12, 2020. I remember that day vividly as it would be my last day ever stepping foot in my high school due to the COVID pandemic. The rest of my junior year was spent at home which I would have to say was my favorite part of high school. More specially when I had the chance to work on a video project at home with creative freedom was one of the best moments for me cause it was really the only thing I had motivation to finish at the time. During that time everything felt easy, it was a nice little break and majorly needed (speaking as a student).

Then the next school year came along which was completely done online and I thought it would be amazing being the little introverted girl I am. I thought it wouldn’t bother me literally waking up and logging straight to class. But it truly was a terrible mess and I hated the person I saw myself becoming. To be honest I would declare my whole senior year of high school as my least favorite moment because of how much I started slipping into this other persona who I couldn’t recognize. I would consider myself somewhat of a studious person, I know my responsibilities and understand what needs to be done in a timely manner. Yet I was completely the opposite. I vividly remember as my last class ended on the last day I closed the computer and started breaking down praising how this mess can finally come to a close. Never imagined that my senior year would end up the way that it did. Overall I would want to do my whole senior year over again just to get a chance of a normal year. I would focus more on building social and communication skills that would be really helpful after graduating high school as well as letting go of all the restrictions I would put on myself for the sake of a grade. Also get a chance to correct a friendship that faded during the pandemic.

Originally I majored in behavioral science. It was something I was excited and passionate about learning. I wanted to study to become a behavioral analyst and maybe look towards working with children who struggle with expressing and processing their feelings. But over time that love and passion for psychology faded largely due to the fact of how the pandemic affected my plans for college. I was at first excited to transition but instead was scared and indecisive whether I even wanted to go to college. In the end I made the decision to continue on with college for the pleasure of my parents with the focus of becoming a psychologist. Yet at that time, for me, learning/studying felt more of a chore that I didn’t feel like doing rather than something I'm recognizing and using it for the benefit of my future. After my first semester I decided I needed a break for the sake of my mental health and while at first it was a scary choice to make (especially revealing it to my parents) it was the best thing I've ever done. A year later I felt ready to go back, but under new circumstances. I wanted to pursue something I know that I’m 100% passionate about and won’t feel as if I made the wrong decision midway into my future. I’ve always been a creative individual growing up. My parents would always tell me “que imagine tienes” (which translates to what imagination you have) while creating stuff from junk. I even tried creating an animation channel on youtube channel inspired by one of my favorite youtubers Jaidenanimations. While I really was invested in pursuing psychology throughout high school, one moment in particular made me question whether I wanted to continue the same path. I remember I had to do a project for a class which involved having to create a video presentation about ways to preserve water. And it was assigned after having to transition to online learning mid way through the year so really I had all the time in the world to do it. But me being the procrastinator I am, I didn’t start the project till the day before it was due. Yet I put my heart and soul into creating that video. I filmed shots I never imagined would look good but to my surprise they turned out amazing. I even captured a shot of my cat drinking out of a clear cup with the beautiful nature in the background (you could even see their tongue capturing the water and drinking it and I loved it). I didn’t even plan on creating a good video let alone a decent one being that it was done last minute, but something in me sparked and wanted to create a cinematic one. I even added some stock footage into the video that fit what I was talking about and even a quality voice over. I wish I still had the video saved but I think I deleted it for some stupid reason. Although I did turn it in time and got 100% as my final grade for it. This moment made me realize that I truly wanted to gear towards a creative path as my career. As of now I’m majoring in New media in hopes of becoming a director or film editor.

One of my favorite hobbies to do in my free time is creating music. I really wanted to become a full time music producer but it kind of dwindled. Don’t get me wrong, becoming a music producer is still one of my goals, but it has become more of a hobby to relax or keep me entertained. I just love the idea of having the creative freedom to create a piece of music that can convey different types of emotions and stories to the audience and in a way that’s pleasing to the ears. The whole reason I got invested into music production is because my father one day brought home a piano since one of his buddies was giving it away, and from that day on I fell in love with it. Everyday coming home from school I would finish my homework and then look up some of my favorite songs and learn how to play them on piano. Before I ever thought of pursuing psychology, music production was my number one career path. I love every aspect but it started to become more of a back up career and eventually a hobby. Still even to this day I'm working on bettering myself and creating different pieces of music.

The last movie that I watched was Puss in Boots and the Last Wish and let me tell you if you haven’t watched it, you’re missing out. It’s a 10/10 movie, highly recommended despite it being a movie made for kids. Animation was really smooth and sharp, especially during action scenes, the plot was wholesome, and the villain was just down right made perfectly (in my opinion). The last show that I watched was Family Guy since me and my brother like to watch it together while doing homework. One of my favorite shows that I would recommend is Demon Slayer, an anime focusing on a brother trying to turn his sister who has turned into a demon back to a human and find revenge on the king of demons who had killed his entire family. Both of the siblings fight side by side defeating demons that are sent by the demon king who wants to kill them. The show kept me entertained throughout the pandemic and I remember watching an episode a day with my family which brought us so much joy during such a terrible time, so it has a little special place in my heart. I don’t really have a least favorite show or movie cause why would I bother watching one.

Coincidentally the last thing I created was my short piece of music. Not long, just one minute but it’s a start. Still a lot of work that needs to be done. But when I initially created it I was working at the time, yet because it was slow I opened up the app and started creating random melodies till I liked one and just rolled with the flow. Eventually when I got home I hoped on to my midi piano and made the piece sound better.

If I had to eat one last meal on earth it would have to be a tie between my moms arroz con mole or lasagna. It just brings back childhood memories and if I were about to die (I'm assuming that I die since it's my last day on earth) I want to remember the good times first then think about all the things I could've done. But by then I would have seconds left to live since I'm a slow eater.

1 note · View note

jobswebusa · 1 year

Text

Accountant 3 at Delgado Community College

Full Job Description Supplemental Information Job number: OMF-50189-12.1.22-BE This position #50189 is located in the Office of Management and Finance, Fiscal Division, in Baton Rouge, LA, East Baton Rouge Parish. This position may be filled by probational appointment or promotion of a classified Louisiana Department of Agriculture and Forestry employee serving with permanent status. Applicants…

View On WordPress

0 notes

uomo-accattivante · 4 years

Text

I recently came across a bunch of press articles and photos about Oscar Isaac that are so old, they appear to be out-of-print and pre-date social media. Considering they were probably never digitally transcribed for internet access, I’m guessing that the majority of current fans have never seen this stuff.

Even though a lot of these digital scans are challenging to read because they are the original fuzzy news print, I think there some gems worth sharing with you guys. Over the next several weeks, I will transcribe and share those gems on this page. Hope you enjoy them!

Let’s start with this fantastic 2001 profile piece done before Oscar was accepted into Juilliard:

South Florida’s rising star isn’t just acting the part

By Christine Dolen - [email protected]

February 4, 2001

As fifth-graders at Westminster Christian School in Miami, Oscar Isaac and his classmates were asked to write a story as if they were animals on Noah’s Ark. Oscar turned in a seven-page play – with original music – from the perspective of a platypus. Then he starred in the production his teacher directed.

He hasn’t stopped expressing himself creatively since. Today, Isaac is one of South Florida’s busiest young theater actors, and certainly its hottest. And not just because he’s a slender five-feet nine-inches tall with an expressively handsome face and glistening brown eyes.

Since making his professional debut as a Cuban hustler in Sleepwalkers at Area Stage in July 1999, he has played an explosive Vietnam vet in Private Wars for Horizons Repertory, a pot-smoking slacker in This Is Our Youth at GableStage, another Cuban on the make in Praying With the Enemy at the Coconut Grove Playhouse, the entrancing narrator of Side Man at GableStage, a Havana-based writer in Arrivals and Departures for the new Oye Rep and, most recently, a young Fidel Castro in When It’s Cocktail Time in Cuba at New York’s Cherry Lane Theater.

Beginning Wednesday, he’ll be juggling five roles in City Theatre’s annual Winter Shorts festival, first at the Colony Theatre in Miami Beach, then at the Broward Center for the Performing Arts. But that is not all: During the two weeks he is doing Winter Shorts, he’ll also be playing dates with the punk-ska band The Blinking Underdogs (www.blinkingunderdogs.com), which features him as lead singer, guitarist and songwriter.

Oh, and he just got back from auditioning for New York’s prestigious Juilliard School of Drama.

All this for a guy a month shy of his 22nd birthday.

Sure, you could hate a guy who’s that talented, that charismatic, that transparently ambitious. But the people who have worked with Oscar Isaac don’t. On the contrary, they’re all sure he has it – that magical, can’t-be-taught thing that transforms an actor into a star.

Playwright Eduardo Machado, who put in a good word for Isaac at Juilliard, says “he does have that star quality that makes your eyes go to him. It’s great that someone with that talent still wants to train.”

“He has a star quality that’s rare in a young actor,” adds Joseph Adler, who directed him in Side Man and This Is Our Youth. “Without a doubt I expect to be hearing great things from him.”

‘I JUST LOVE CREATING’

Isaac, who also makes short films, can’t say exactly why he was attracted to acting. He just knows it makes him happier than anything, that it’s what he was meant to do. And he’s been doing it since he was a 4-year-old putting on plays in his family’s backyard with his sister Nicole.

“I just love creating, whether it’s music or films or a character on a stage. I love taking people for a ride,” he says. “In Side Man, every night I would love being that close to the audience. I felt like I was talking to 80 of my closest friends.

“I could feel what the audience was feeling.”

His powerful, mournful-yet-loving monologue near the end of the play, he said, “worked every night. I knew it would get them. I’d hear sniffles.

“But it had less to do with me than with the atmosphere [created by the playwright and director].”

You could understand if Isaac, surrounded as he is by praise and possibility, had an ego as burgeoning as his career. Instead, he channels the positive reinforcement into confidence about his work.

“He has such a charm and an ease onstage, but he’s very modest,” says New York-based actress Judith Delgado, who shared the stage with Isaac in Side Man. “He’s hungry. He’s got moxie. I was blown away by him.

“He saved me a couple of times. I went up [forgot a line] and that baby boy of mine came through. He’s a joy.”

FORGING HIS OWN PATH

The son of a Cuban-American father and a Guatemalan mother, Isaac was never a stellar student. But he found ways of turning routine assignments – like the Noah’s Ark story – into creative challenges.

His science reports were inevitably video documentaries underscored with punk music. He acted through middle and high school, though he had a falling out with his drama teacher at Santaluces Community High in Lantana over his misgivings about a character. When she refused to cast him in anything else, he got his English teacher to let him play the dentist in Little Shop of Horrors his senior year.

His skepticism about authority and love of playing the devil’s advocate have long made him resist doing things the usual way. His post-high school “training” consisted of one semester at Miami-Dade Community College’s South Campus (where he met his girlfriend, Maria Miranda), touring schools playing an abusive character in the Coconut Grove Playhouse’s Breaking the Cycle, and working as a transporter of bodies at Baptist Hospital, where he absorbed the drama of people in emotionally intense situations.

“It was the most magnificent dramatic institute I could’ve attended,” Isaac said. “I was able to observe the entire spectrum of human emotion, people under the most extreme duress. I was mesmerized watching the way people interacted with each other in such heightened situations.

“I learned everything about the human condition, and it was real and harsh and brutally honest.”

Yet even given his propensity for forging his own path, something nudged him another direction while he was in New York making his Off-Broadway debut in December. Walking by Juilliard one day, he impulsively went in to ask for an application. Though the application deadline had passed, Isaac persuaded Juilliard to accept his, noting in his application essay that most of the exceptional actors he admires had acquired “a brutally efficient technique” to enhance their talent by studying at places like Juilliard.

Though he won’t know whether he has been accepted until the end of this month, his audition last weekend went well, he says. He did monologues from Henry IV, Part I and Dancing at Lughnasa, adjusting his Shakespearean Hotspur to a more fiery temperature at the suggestion of Michael Kahn, head of Juilliard’s acting program – though not without arguing that Hotspur wouldn’t be speaking to the king that way.

Isaac, not surprisingly, loves a good debate.

Adler, GableStage’s artistic director and a man who is as liberal as Isaac once was conservative, savored the verbal jousting they did during rehearsals for Side Man.

“He knows exactly how to pull my chain,” Adler says with a laugh. “Intelligence is the cornerstone of all great actors, and he’s bright as hell.

“He has relentless ambition but with so much charm. He’s very hard to say no to. He has incredible raw talent and magnetism that is very rare in a young actor along with relentless energy, perseverance and ambition. I see his growth both onstage and off. He’s mature in both places.”

Part of his growth, of course, will necessarily involve dealing with the rejections that are part of any actor’s life. His career is still too new, his string of successes solid, so it’s anyone’s guess how failure will shape him. But director Michael John Garcés, who picked him for When It’s Cocktail Time in Cuba after Isaac flew to New York at his own expense to compete with a pool of seasoned Manhattan actors for the role, believes his character will see him through.

“Oscar is realistic, but he’s so willing to go the whole nine yards,” Garcés says. “He didn’t go out when he was in the show here. His focus earned the respect of the other actors, some of whom have been working in New York for 30 years.

“He hasn’t had a lot of blows yet, when the career knocks the wind out of you. But he has talent, determination and focus, and if he has perseverance – my intuition is that he does have it – he could achieve a lot.”

FAMILY TIES

His father and namesake, Baptist Hospital intensive-care physician Oscar Isaac Hernandez, couldn’t be more proud. (Isaac doesn’t use the family surname in order to avoid, in his words, being “put in that Hispanic actor box.”)

“I’m ecstatic that he’s probably going to be going to the most prestigious drama school in the United States,” he says. “School will help him focus his energies and give him discipline. He’s got the raw material and the drive.”

Isaac’s mother, Maria, divorced from his father since 1992, is a kidney-transplant recipient who acknowledges that she’ll miss her son if he moves to New York. But, she adds, she wants him “to live out his dreams. He amazes me every day. He calls me every day. I’m very proud of him.”

Even the other guys in The Blinking Underdogs are fans of Isaac’s acting, though it could take him away from South Florida just as the band appears to be, Isaac says, on the brink of signing a recording deal (it has already put out its own CD, The Last Word, with songs, lead vocals and even cover photography by Isaac.

“Oscar’s the leader of the band, a great musician who amazes me and motivates us,” says sax player Keith Cooper. “I’ve been to see every one of his plays. He’s a phenomenal actor.

“I completely buy into his role in every play. As close as I am to him, I forget it’s Oscar.”

His South Florida theater colleagues credit that to Isaac’s insatiable desire to learn and grow.

Gail Garrisan, who is directing him in Donnie and One of the Great Ones for Winter Shorts, observes, “It’s not often that you find a young actor who is willing to listen and who doesn’t think he knows everything. He loves the work.

“He really brought the young man in Side Man to life. When I saw it in New York, it seemed to be the father’s play. When I saw it here, I felt it was his [Isaac’s] play.”

Oye Rep’s John Rodaz, whom Isaac calls “the best director I’ve ever worked with,” gave the actor his first important job in Sleepwalkers at Area Stage. They met when Isaac came to see Area’s production of Oleanna and the actor, knowing Rodaz ran the theater, introduced himself.

“He has so much energy and such a sparkling personality,” Rodaz says. “He knows how to move in the world. He seems to take advantage of every situation in a good way; he’s not a cold, calculating person who’ll stab you in the back.

“[But] he wants it so badly. Everything he does, he’s the leader. When I was 21, I was taking naps.”

Rodaz coached Isaac on his Juilliard monologues and found the experience energizing.

“I got chills just watching him. That happens so rarely. I was so exhilarated when I came home that I just had to go out and run. You just know he’s got all the tools.”

Christine Dolen is The Herald’s theater critic.

###

#oscar isaac #vintage #juilliard #blinking underdogs #area stage company #john rodaz #gablestage #when it's cocktail time in cuba #side man #arrivals and departures #this is our youth #praying with the enemy #sleepwalkers #private wars #winter shorts #the miami herald

180 notes · View notes

mybeingthere · 3 years

Photo

Margaret Evangeline is a contemporary painter, sculptor, and installation artist who lives and works in New York City.

Born in 1943 in Baton Rouge, Louisiana, Evangeline’s Cajun grandfather taught her the ways of the family farm from a young age, bringing her along to the cotton gin when the crop came in, and teaching her how to shoot, ride, and fish. As a child Evangeline absorbed these traditions, but even as she immersed herself in the south, a vision was already forming in her of a future as an artist in New York City.

By the time she was twenty, however, Evangeline had married and left Louisiana State University to live in Big Spring, Texas with her new husband, a pilot in training at Webb Air Force Base. The odyssey that followed continues to inform her work today. While the practice of painting remained an active passion for Evangeline, her family was growing quickly and she raised her three children while moving around the US before finally settling in New Orleans. It was there that Evangeline’s nascent artistic career took root. By 1978 she had become the first female recipient of an MFA in Fine Arts from the University of New Orleans.

With her degree complete and a newfound artistic community to support her, Evangeline set out on the path that ultimately led her to New York City and to her career as a renowned contemporary artist. She began exhibiting at Galerie Simonne Stern and teaching at Delgado Community College, where she pioneered the school’s first fine arts program. It was during this time that Evangeline’s interest in using unconventional and aesthetically resistant materials emerged in her painting, a technique that has come to define her formal practice. Evangeline began creating large-scale abstract oil paintings on canvas, layering crystallina, flocking, and other cultural detritus with her oil paints. Working during the Persian Gulf War, Evangeline created a body of paintings that were intended as a response to the political turmoil internationally at hand, and the social issues particular to the environment of New Orleans. These works were the first in a long line of paintings and sculpture that Evangeline created to reflect on the cultural climate of our times.

Continue reading https://margaretevangeline.com/Bio

4 notes · View notes

virginiaprelawland · 3 years

Text

Mendez V. Westminster

By Vanessa Gutierrez, George Mason University Class of 2023

April 7, 2021

The Brown v. Board of Education came to the conclusion that separate but equal educational facilities for racial minorities is inherently unequal, violating the Equal Protection Clause of the Fourteenth Amendment.[1] Under these circumstances, all students of different races should be able to go to public schools without the need of segregation.

In 1947, Gonzalo and Felicitas Mendez tried to enroll their children Silvia, Gonzalo Jr., and Jerome in the local school, they were told that the school was for "whites only", "no Mexicans allowed".[2] Like the Silvia, Gonzalo Jr., and Jerome, many Hispanic and Latinx students across the nation had to attend “Mexican” schools.

The school board argued that Mexicans were inferior to whites and couldn't speak English.[3]

In February 1946, Judge Paul J. McCormick ruled in favor of the Mendez family arguing that segregation was unconstitutional, creating inequality where there was none. Separate is not equal.[4]

This case was later used in the Brown v. Board of Education to argue that separate but equal violated the 14th Amendment. The Mendez v. Westminster undoubtable created a legacy that fought for the desegregation which applied to more than one marginalized group of students with a different race and background.

The United States has a history of racial discrimination and with cases such as Mendez v. Westminster and Brown v. Board of Education, these cases were the first step taken to establish a more just society within the education system.

The Mendez v. Westminster has not been talked about much and it is a very significant case that has had an impact on the lives of many Hispanic and Latinx students across the United States and later with the Brown v. Board of Education, African American students.

The highlight of this case was that Silvia, Gonzalo Jr., and Jerome’s parents, Gonzalo and Felicitas Mendez took their case to court to fight and seek justice to allow not just their children go to school without being denied and turned away by the color of their skin which enabled the nation to do the same, which is to desegregate schools.

Now, in 2021, the fight for DACA and Dreamers have been to provide aid and more opportunities to not be affected by their immigration status. In most cases, what stops these students from being successful is not being able to afford college because of their status. The case of Mendez v. Westminster influenced a new perspective that led to a new challenge.

The case of Mendez v. Westminster also gives hope to many Hispanic and Latinx students who find comfort in knowing that they can use a case such as this one to continue to use resources and communicate with elected officials to push bills to help one have a better chance to be successful in the United States.

______________________________________________________________

[1] "Brown v. Board of Education of Topeka (1)." Oyez, www.oyez.org/cases/1940-1955/347us483. Accessed 21 Mar. 2021.

[2] Delgado, O. “9-Year-Old Sylvia Mendez Fought ‘No Mexicans Allowed’ - And Won.” LatinLife, www.wearelatinlive.com/article/13656/9-year-old-sylvia-mendez-fought-no-mexicans-allowed-and-won.

[3] Delgado, O.

[4] Delgado, O.

1 note · View note

thatbassistbitch · 4 years

Note

BABE THAT'S AWESOME!! Which one?

delgado community college! i’m gonna be an occupational therapist!

6 notes · View notes

kuramirocket · 4 years

Link

Carlos Muñoz, Jr. remembers when he first began to ponder the meaning of his Mexican roots.Muñoz, now 80, was living in the crowded Segundo barrio of El Paso, Texas. His family—like thousands of other émigrés—had settled there decades earlier, refugees fleeing violence spawned by the Mexican Revolution.Neither of his parents had made it past elementary school, but they wanted more for their son. So young Carlos walked across town every day to an Anglo neighborhood where the local school had more resources than barrio campuses.In that world, Carlos became Charles—rechristened in fifth grade by a white teacher in an attempt to “Americanize” him.

His school records were altered to label him Charles. But nothing else about him changed. “I began to wonder about what that meant,” he recalls. “That was the first time that I started thinking about identity and culture and that kind of stuff.”

It wouldn’t be the last.

The next year his family moved from El Paso to Los Angeles, where they hopscotched among barrios from the Eastside to Downtown to South Los Angeles. And no matter whether his teachers called him Carlos or Charles, their ingrained attitudes about his Mexican heritage narrowed his path.

The counselors at Belmont High School steered Charles away from college prep and toward vocational ed, even though he was an honor student. They suggested he become a carpenter, like his dad.

“If you were Black or Brown and a male at that time, you automatically got to be an industrial arts major,” he says. “You take the basic courses in English, history and government, but you don’t get the algebra and the biology courses.”

He didn’t realize until after he graduated with honors in 1958 that those courses he missed were required for admission to California’s public universities.

It would take six years for Charles to navigate a route—through community college, military service and a white-collar job that paid well but left him unfulfilled—to the campus of Cal State LA.

There, in the midst of a nascent Chicano rights movement, Charles reclaimed Carlos and played a key role in a history-making venture that would create new paths for Latino students: the creation at Cal State LA of the first Mexican American Studies program in the nation.

Its launch five decades ago—which Muñoz, then a graduate student, helped lead—would usher in a new era of ethnic studies across the Southwestern United States and ultimately around the country. Today more than 400 universities have programs dedicated to the study of the history, circumstances and culture of Latinos in America.

“Right now, there’s an awareness of ethnic studies. … But the beginnings of ethnic studies, as a discipline, were right here at Cal State LA,” says Professor Dolores Delgado Bernal, chair of what is now the Department of Chicana(o) and Latina(o) Studies.

“The discipline offers a lot to students, in terms of their identities, their intellect, what interests they pursue. Taking these courses allows students to say, ‘I can claim and be proud of who I am, and that allows me to better understand and accept others who are not like me.’ ”

“It’s becoming increasingly important to have that interdisciplinary background, and an understanding of other cultures and races,” Delgado Bernal says.

Today Muñoz is a professor emeritus in the Department of Ethnic Studies at UC Berkeley. He’s an author, political scientist, historian and scholar, specializing in social and revolutionary movements.

But the challenges Muñoz encountered on his journey from the barrio to the ivory tower typify the struggles that many Latino students still face today—and illustrate why Chicano Studies was necessary decades ago, and still has an important role to play.

In its early years, the Cal State LA program was a resource for local students who felt intimidated by college and invisible on campus.

The spotlight on Chicano history and culture allowed them to see themselves through a new lens, one scrubbed of stereotypes. And its sweeping scope connected them to other marginalized groups, illuminating struggles for equality that students found ultimately empowering.

“To me, the thing about Chicano Studies is that it was eye-opening to the truth and history,” Carmen Ramírez, an Oxnard city councilwoman who attended Cal State LA for two years in the 1970s, says. “If you don’t know the truth, you can’t fix the future. … We need to know our history.”

And the dividends spread far beyond the campus, the student body and local communities. By its very existence, the Cal State LA program gave national credibility to the concept of ethnic studies as an intellectual pursuit.

“Chicano Studies opened the door to possibilities of employment on university faculties,” said Raul Ruiz, professor emeritus in the Department of Chicana and Chicano Studies at Cal State Northridge, which hired him in 1970. He earned a bachelor’s degree from Cal State LA in 1967, and went on to earn his master’s and Ph.D. at Harvard. Ruiz died this year at 78 years old.

“Chicano Studies gave us opportunities to teach at the college level. And that was very significant in an era when many of us never had a Latino professor.”

At that time, “there were only about five Mexican Americans in the country with Ph.D.s in the social sciences,” recalls Muñoz, who earned his B.A. in political science from Cal State LA and a Ph.D. in government from the Claremont Graduate School.

Like Ruiz and Muñoz, several of the campus movement’s leaders went on to become college professors and scholarly experts in the field.

But even when they were offered faculty positions in Latino Studies, their contributions were often minimized or disregarded.

“Now we’re very visible at universities across the nation,” Muñoz says. “But during my career, I often had to face that perspective— you’re just ideologues, not scholars—from conservative faculty. It was not an easy path.”

For students like Ruiz, the path was equally challenging.

Ruiz had moved to Los Angeles from El Paso as a child in the 1950s. Told he wasn’t “college material,” Ruiz enrolled in Trade Tech, studied mechanical drawing and took a job drafting engineering plans for aviation systems. A year of that made him miserable, so he quit and in the mid-’60s applied to Cal State LA as an English major.

Then, as now, the Cal State LA campus was walking distance from one of the largest urban Mexican American communities in the United States. But few students in that community were being prepared for college.

The university experience seemed so remote that Eastside parents who could see the hillside campus from their yards thought “the building on the hill was the Sybil Brand Institute” for incarcerated women, Cal State LA Professor Ralph C. Guzmán told the University’s College Times newspaper in 1968.

Guzmán, who helped draft early Chicano Studies proposals, was one of just a handful of Latino faculty members then.

Ruiz was the only Mexican American kid in most of his classes, he said.

“I remember as an English major, the sense of me being up against everything. I remember making a presentation and the other students came at me hard with criticism,” Ruiz said. “I remember saying to myself, ‘Next time you’re going to know more than everybody else.’ ”

Ultimately, that would motivate him to develop a rigorous background in research. But as a new student, he found the social isolation to be a destabilizing experience.

After a professor told him he was smart “but basically illiterate,” Ruiz spent hours alone in the library—after classes and before his post office job—teaching himself to write.

“I would practice writing sentences and improving them until I could write a paragraph, and then an essay,” he said. It took him six months to develop the skills he needed. The skills he should have been taught in high school.

Cal State LA already had a robust interdisciplinary program of Latin American Studies, with classes that focused on Mexican culture but had little connection to the American experience.

“It was a marvelous program. It opened up my consciousness,” Ruiz said. But he came to realize that he knew more about Mexicans in Mexico than he did about families like his, “Mexicans in my own community.”

Beyond the University, in his own community, unrest and outrage were brewing. Mexican Americans had found their voice and were beginning to challenge the status quo. And nowhere did that coalesce more vividly than in the neighborhoods around Cal State LA.

“It was actually right here in the city of Los Angeles where the Chicano movement started,” noted legendary civil rights leader Dolores Huerta, when she visited campus to celebrate the 50th anniversary of Chicano Studies in September 2018.

The Chicano Studies program helped empower young activists and bring national attention to the challenges and concerns of Mexican Americans, she said.

Ruiz remembered what that felt like. “We were becoming part of this growing social movement that was sweeping the country, with massive anti-war protests and civil rights marches,” he recalled.

Community organizers rallied Eastside families to join the demonstrations. Student groups on campus worked together behind the scenes for change.

“I was not a radical person,” Ruiz said. “But you couldn’t help but become involved, or at least think about it.”

In March 1968, that awareness came to a head, as thousands of students at five high schools within a six-mile radius of Cal State LA walked out of classes and took to the streets, to challenge an educational system that didn’t recognize their worth or value their needs.

Thirteen adults would be arrested, jailed and charged with conspiracy for helping organize the walkouts. Muñoz—who’d proudly changed his name back to Carlos—was among them.

By then Muñoz was a Cal State LA graduate student and a U.S. veteran, who understood why students were walking out. The kid whom counselors steered away from college prep classes in high school was now on his way to becoming a university professor—and he was on the front lines of the battle to improve education for younger Latinos.

Police arrested Muñoz at gunpoint three months after the walkouts, as he sat at the kitchen table in his apartment doing his political science homework, and his wife and two young children slept upstairs. Muñoz spent two years on bail and faced a possible prison term of 66 years, until an appellate court dismissed the charges as a violation of the defendants’ First Amendment rights.

The walkouts alarmed the educational establishment, but energized the local community and moved education to the front of an activist agenda.

Cal State LA students, faculty and administration partnered with community groups to help broaden opportunities.

That summer Cal State LA’s student government voted to allocate $40,000 for an Educational Opportunity Program that would provide the support needed by students who were motivated but underprepared. Sixty-eight Latino and Black freshmen were admitted through the program that first year.

And University leaders agreed to work with student activists to get the Chicano Studies program up and running. The pioneering program was launched in the fall of 1968—with four courses and funding from student government.

Muñoz wound up teaching the program’s introductory course in the fall of 1968: Mexican American 100. Graduate student Gilbert Gonzalez taught Mexican American 111, a course on Mexican American history, and Professor Guzmán taught two upper-division classes.

“I was a first-year grad student in political science,” Muñoz recalls. “I had no teaching experience. I didn’t even know how the University worked. … We were very, very fortunate that there were progressive people in the administration. They were very helpful in generating support.”

In fact, the Chicano Studies movement at Cal State LA created a blueprint for collaboration—in an era when campus clashes were the primary tools of social and academic change.

Students worked with parents and with University leaders. Chicano and Black student groups supported one another. Both groups wanted a voice, a bigger presence on campus and a curriculum that reflected their culture and history.

Today, the Department of Chicana(o) and Latina(o) Studies offers more than 150 courses, taught by scholars from a wide range of disciplines. Its academic legacy is strong and its graduates have contributed immeasurably to the University, the region and beyond.

The number of students majoring in Chicano Studies has grown by almost 40% over the past 18 months, said Department Chair Delgado Bernal at the anniversary celebration.

“Maybe that’s because of the political climate,” she surmised. “Students are looking to understand it, and to have the skills, knowledge and rhetoric to respond.”

Over the years, the department has opened new career paths for students, elevated the status of Chicano scholarship and empowered successive generations in ways that only understanding your culture and history can do.

Its success reflects the foresight of its founders and the University’s ongoing commitment to academic rigor, inclusion and equality.

“Our whole purpose was assisting our community, supporting the aspirations of students and asserting our right to be here,” Muñoz says of the department’s creation a half-century ago.

“We said let’s do something so our younger brothers and sisters won’t be victimized by racism, the way we were.”

#mexican american studies #ethnic studies #usa #united states #chicano studies #history #long post #🇲🇽#mexico

4 notes · View notes

icarus-suraki · 3 years

Note

107. Have you ever been on a horse?

I have! Though it wasn’t anything special. When I was in girl scouts (and a couple of other youth organizations, come to think of it), the troop leaders would take us all to this local livery stable and we’d all get loaned a trail horse and then we’d get to ride along in a big single-file line all through this forested state park that was right up next to the stable. And it was so great. So great. We’d get to walk through trees and fields and past old tobacco barns and usually through or down a stream and up hills and down hills. It’s like a dream. Even if the teenage and college-age employees had to hike the stirrups up all the way to the top for us little kids--they were used to it. This kind of outing was such a staple thing for groups and clubs in this area. Even birthday parties. (Sadly, I think the land they were on got too valuable and the stable closed some years ago and the land was sold. A real loss, and I mean that genuinely.)

Although, hilariously, the very first time they put me up on a horse (he was a tall, whiteish one), we were going along on the trail and then there was a log across the trail. Not a big one. Just a log. And everyone else’s horses just...stepped around it or high-stepped over it and carried on. I was not so lucky because this big sonuvabitch horse stopped for a second, then started trotting, and jumped the fuck over this long. The bastard. I nearly got down thrown out of the saddle--but I didn’t!! And then, this fucker came upon a squishy mud puddle in the middle of the trail and I knew, I just knew, he was going to jump it when everyone else’s horse just stepped around it on the dry pine needles beside it. And my bastard horse stopped, got a trot going, and I knew what was coming this time. So I grabbed the reins and the pommel and big hank of this giant horse’s mane and got a good grip on him and we jumped over this puddle like we were in a fucking steeplechase (in retrospect, even though it was two feet on the ground and two feet in the air, it was probably more of a hop, but I was in about 1st or 2nd grade and rather small, so it felt like a jump). I’m still rather proud of myself for that, even 30 years later.

Of course I wound up going for trail rides there a few other times, once with a fairly small group, which was pretty cool. But after having been up on this tall, asshole horse, I would always say, “can you put me on a short horse?” And they usually could (I love you Stumpy, you short dude; he was pretty too, kind of a bay with a black points and white stripe on his nose, and kind of thick-built like some kind of runtish draft horse, or he may have been part cob or something--he was a thicc boi). And some other time (maybe the time I was riding Stumpy?), someone back in the line had some issue, and I was second behind the leader, so I had to hold the whole line of us still while the leader went back and got things sorted out. I did good, not that it’s all that impressive; I was maybe in 4th or 5th grade?

I mean, it wasn’t all rainbows and sparkles. There was piss and shit, of course. And once two horses who did not get along got tethered up side by side and they both reared up at each other and screamed, which was pretty terrifying. And once, another troopmate was on a horse that reared up before we started off. Given my story of ad hoc show jumping, I sympathized.

I’ve since considered taking riding lessons as an adult, just because I really did enjoy those trail rides. I liked feeling the horse’s walking under me--like the articulation of their muscles and bones and how they balanced themselves. I liked the sounds they’d make and the sounds of their steps on different kinds of group and how they’d move their ears or pretty clearly communicate with one another. And I liked moving through these fields and forests in a different, quieter way than biking or walking--I mean, I was just sitting there and the horses were just walking along with their steady steps, rocking along, and I could see all the sunlight coming through these yellow hickory leaves over a stream where someone was sitting and fishing. Not to get too Susan Delgado about it all or anything. (Should I use some of my Dark Tower tags on this? I can’t decide.)

tl;dr: yes, I have been on a horse, more than once, and it’s one of those things I remember very, very fondly.

I love how I sound like a total horse girl in this response despite only ever having read about horses and been led along on trails. I’m a poseur horse girl.

Ask the poseur horse girl stuff and get long-winded stories.

#noises from issy #poseur horse girl #askbox games #ask me stuff

1 note · View note