Professional Documents
Culture Documents
from the
Northwest National Service Symposium*
2002
Elizabeth Rivera
Elizabeth Rivera graduated from Georgetown University in 1999. After college she traveled for a year
before becoming a VISTA member with Intermountain AmeriCorps. She served a second year as a
VISTA Leader with Intermountain AmeriCorps.
Hanging On
An ethic of service was a characteristic of my circle of friends in college.
By the time I graduated, many of my friends had already done service with AmeriCorps, VISTA or
the Jesuit Volunteer Corps. They told me great stories about the kids they connected with, the
communities they became a part of, and how they really felt like they had made a difference. So,
when I was done exploring Europe after college, it was simply a matter of finding a program that
was right for me to serve with.
I found that program in Intermountain AmeriCorps. One big perk was getting a free trip cross‐
country funded by the VISTA program. I couldn’t wait to check out the small town that I had asked
for and been placed in. As I drove down Highway 20 between Moses Lake and Warden on a normal
day in October, I thought to myself “Here I go, 10 minutes and I’ll see the town where it’s all going to
happen, the town where I can make a difference, the town where all the kids will know and love
me.”
The open fields and farms excited me; I had never seen tractors crossing the street or this many
cows in one place. I followed the big green sign that said Warden, took a left, and was almost there.
Then, a mile outside of town I noticed on the side of the road a tall pole with a hangman’s noose
waving in the wind. With my short, spiked, black hair, nose stud and unshaven legs I drove on,
saying out loud, “ I’m dead.” They would take one look at this city girl and want nothing to do with
me. I suddenly realized that nothing would be how I thought or expected, and finding how I could
best serve others would be more difficult than I ever imagined.
During orientation I met the three other Washington Reading Corps members who would be
serving with me at the elementary school. Two were residents of Warden and the other was a
young guy just out of college, not much younger than I. We were a team and ready to help struggling
students learn to read better. We were pumped and ready to go. All the teachers and staff at the
school were very welcoming and friendly on our first day; they had been waiting for us and seemed
excited about what we were there to do. The school was nicer than I thought it would be; every
classroom had at least four computers. Even though the school building was fairly new, there was
still a need in the community. Roughly 80 percent of the students received free or reduced lunch,
most spoke Spanish at home, and many families in the community made their living from migrant
farm work.
As a VISTA, my main responsibility was getting the community involved in the school. I needed to
recruit volunteers to tutor students, engage parents in their children’s literacy, plan and execute
family literacy events, and ensure that all our Washington Reading Corps students received 60‐80
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hours of small group tutoring. The other members of my team had schedules, provided to them by
the school, that they followed everyday.
I knew that I had to come up with my own ideas in order to get the community involved and that
scared me. For the first two weeks that I was in the school, I hid in my office, frightened that I would
fail and that I was incapable of doing this. I started by doing all the things I knew I was good at, like
creating a system to effectively track students’ tutoring time. I organized the office — re‐filing
papers, re‐shelving books, going through boxes, and throwing away unnecessary items. When I had
done all the organizing I could, I knew I had to start getting out in the community.
During the year I did have some success at getting the community involved. Our team planned a
family literacy week, during which 13 community members came to the school and read in
classrooms. At the end of that week we held a family literacy event attended by over 150 students
and parents. A local band performed, 10 door prizes were raffled off, and every child took home at
least two books. I also developed a relationship with the Telephone Pioneers of America, a service
group for current and former employees in the telephone industry, who donated custom made
books for all of our 80 kindergarten students. Each book had the child’s name printed inside. Still, I
never felt that I did enough and my failures always seemed bigger than my successes.
One failure that haunted me all year was the lack of volunteers. One of my first attempts at
promoting volunteer opportunities was a presentation at the Warden Senior Center. I had high
hopes that many senior citizens would want to volunteer. Why wouldn’t they? Most had children
and grandchildren and all were retired; this was perfect! I prepared a speech, brought pamphlets,
and got to the center early to set up. I was ready. The day I was scheduled to speak was the weekly
luncheon. I donated $5.00 and sat down with the seniors to eat lunch, thinking that I would speak
after they finished eating. I was wrong. The senior center director called me up front just as
everyone began to eat. I stood in front of 30 uninterested people who loudly ate and had their own
conversations as I tried to tell them about the many students who couldn’t read at grade level. One
man, who forgot his hearing aid, kept screaming to the man next to him “What did she say?” No one
took my pamphlets and no one volunteered. I was demoralized and never seemed to get over that
feeling that I would never recruit enough volunteers.
I didn’t feel like part of the community. Each day I drove in from Moses Lake and each afternoon I
went straight home. I never developed a special relationship with a child. They knew me and liked
me, but even the students I tutored probably wouldn’t notice when I was gone. What had I really
done? Was anything more sustainable now that I had been there? As the year came closer to ending,
I was thankful. Finally I could get away from my feelings of inadequacy, my feelings of being an
outsider in this rural town. Finally I could get back to a big city, back to people who didn’t laugh
when I asked what a beetroot or a rototiller was. I was ready to run far away from all my failures.
But I didn’t. Five days before my end of service, five days before I was to embark on a drive back
east, I called my program director and said I wanted to apply for the VISTA Leader position, based
in the Intermountain office in Chelan. My family and friends were shocked. How could I decide to
stay when all year I had complained about not liking small towns and not feeling worthwhile or
good at what I was doing? The thing they didn’t realize was that I stayed for exactly those reasons. I
don’t like to fail or not be good at something. So, if I’m not good at one thing, I find something I am
good at. I’m not good at recruiting volunteers or connecting with kids, so I’ll serve in a different
way. I joined VISTA because I wanted to serve. I had an idea of how serving would feel to me. My
year in Warden didn’t feel like that. I needed to prove to myself that I could make a difference. I
needed to prove to myself that everything I hoped for out of being a VISTA was possible. I needed to
prove myself.
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As a VISTA Leader I provide support, resources, training, and tools to 30 Washington Reading Corps
and VISTA members to help them efficiently and effectively meet the objectives of the Washington
Reading Corps program. My skills in organization and research are perfect for this position. I may
not be good at recruiting volunteers, but I can build and present a training on volunteer
recruitment that is useful to other members. I may not be good at instilling a love of reading in
children, but I can instill a love of service in other members. The image I had of service, partly
created by hearing about my friends’ experiences, didn’t happen for me in Warden. When I decided
to stay for a second year, I decided to let go of that image and embrace the type of service in which I
could make a difference.
Sometimes, as I look at the 85 other Intermountain AmeriCorps members during a meeting, I think
to myself “I hate the Grateful Dead and Phish. I’ve never been camping or owned a pair or
Birkenstocks or anything made by Patagonia. How did I end up in the mountains with a bunch of
hippies for two years?!” In actuality, it’s not a hard question to answer. I ended up here because I
wanted to spread the message of service. That’s my way to serve. Others will teach kids to read,
mentor troubled youth, and help adults learn to use computers. I will try to inspire them to do that.
* The Northwest National Service Symposium is a juried competition that encourages
AmeriCorps, VISTA, Senior Corps, and Learn & Serve participants (as well as first-year alums)
from Oregon and Washington to translate their service experiences into the literary, visual, and
performing arts. The Northwest National Service Symposium is funded through the state
service commissions of Oregon and Washington, and the Corporation for National and
Community Service.
Jury’s Choice submissions and finalists are published in the annual book Stories of Service.
The competition, the book Stories of Service, and the event are both organized by Education
Northwest and Rich Melo.
Learn more about Education Northwest at http://educationnorthwest.org/
Learn more about the Symposium at https://sites.google.com/site/americorpssymposium/
2010 is the 45th Anniversary of VISTA, Volunteers in Service to America. Learn more about
VISTA at http://www.americorps.gov/vista.