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Chico Values Diversity

Chico Values Diversity

Chico State University

Honored Alumna 1996

Bidwell Mansion
The John Bidwell Mansion

Chico Values Diversity

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The second-oldest campus in the California State University system, Chico State was established in 1887 on a cherry orchard donated by General John Bidwell, who had served both under California's Mexican governor, as well as under the brief California Republic. Chico State now has approaches twenty thousand students. Its Laxson Auditorium draws world-renowned entertainers. The original vision for Chico State was the purpose of training and educating teachers -- it was the state "Normal School." Now it now offers more than 100 undergraduate majors and options. The main campus is located on 119 acres in downtown Chico, in the heart of one of the most scenic regions of the West. Chico State consistently ranks high on the Sierra Club's "Cool Schools" list of top "green" colleges.

In addition to the downtown Main Campus, Chico State also owns a 1,050–acre farm and five acres of off-campus dorms about one mile from the main campus. The University also manages 3,950–acre Big Chico Creek Ecological Reserve, the 300–acre Butte Creek Ecological Reserve.

The Chico Student body is today about 17,000 students. These students, both undergraduate and graduate, are drawn not just from the northern California area, but from the entire nation and indeed other nations as well. This diversity is a strength which we celebrate. The Office of Diversity puts it this way:

Chico State values diversity. We are committed to providing an inclusive and welcoming environment where students, faculty, and staff can succeed and thrive. Together we can foster a climate that acknowledges and celebrates the differences that define who we are.

Chico's melting pot is beginning to melt

I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat
But always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed
I hope you still feel small
When you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance

I hope you dance
I hope you dance

Many parties unaffiliated,
unsponsored, unsupervised

Chico has a lot to offer

Historic Bidwell Mansion ~ adjoins Chico State campus

Chico Observatory ~ three and a half miles east of Chico State

Chico Museum ~ one city block from CSUC campus

The story of John Bidwell ~ founder of Chico, prime benefactor of Chico State

Another site (Bidwell Mansion) ~ 525 The Esplanade, Chico

Orient and Flume Glass Makers ~ 2161 Park (downtown Chico, California)

Sierra Nevada Brewery of Chico ~ some four miles south of CSUC campus

Covered Bridge over Butte Creek (Honey Run) ~ short drive east (on Skyway) toward Paradise

Aaron Rogers local boy turned super-star putting Chico on the map

Help Central ~ health and human services in Butte County

Chico Mothers' Club ~ a member-run, non-profit organization that supports mothers of young children

Morriss Taylor Show ~ I can't leave out this gentle musician.

The National YoYo Museum ~ 320 Broadway St, two blocks from Chico State

culture diversifies
Culture Diversifies

Take a stand against
      Racism : Not in Our Town (When Hate Happens Here in Northern California)

      Rape and domestic violence : Intervention and Prevention

      Reality check : northern California and the Negro Holocaust

Welcome to North Valley Roads
Welcome to My Horn Tooting Plug
for the Chico and North Valley Region of Northern California

lindy hopping
Lindy ~ Swing

Culture diversifies

From the CSU Chico Orion

Hola amigos, mi llamo Bo. (Bo Radley)

That's, like, Mexican for "whud up bros, I'm Bo," but you can call me Radley, or Rad or -- if you're hella layback -- just Ra. Without further intro, allow me to discuss the mad-important subject of cultural diversity here in Chico -- or as I prefer to call it: Chill-co, USA.

Chico is a total melting pot, bros.

It blows me away when I hear people all complain-status about how there's no culture here. I'm like, "Check the charts and graphs Benson. We have, like, 50 sweet kung fu dojos, a fat assemblage of choice taco trucks, and a mad buttload of rad foreign people who journeyed from all over the globe just to breathe the air here."

Every day I see at least one different person from a far-off foreign land like Japan, or sometimes Africa, just chillin' all post-status like "You Americans are nuts, but I hella feel your vibe."

Being the Schick social dynamo I am, I usually roll up and welcome them to our fine town.

Recently I met this rad foreign dude, and after showing him my secret handshake (aka The Rad-shake), I was like, "Hola amigo, welcome to Chico. Mi llamo Bo. What's your llamo?"

Homeboy was like, "Uh, my name's Vahkar -- I'm Indian. I've lived here for 17 years."

I was like, "Dude, a Native American. Sweet!"

See in Walnut Creek, Cali, where I was born, the only diversity was, like, one black dude named Damian at my high school. He was hella chill. But here in Chico I've met, like, five black people, plus, like, 12 Asians and a bunch of people who look like they're from some mystery country like Madrid.

To me, Chico is a beautiful rainbow of human skin, where we can all party and play and maneuver our longboards down the bright path to a better tomorrow. Dude, that was totally deep.

It's cool how much these different cultures have made things blend hella cool here, adding their own special flavors like perfectly mixed Jungle Juice. Like, a few months ago I was getting my grub on at Mo Thunder, and when I gave the waitress a tip she was like "gracias." I was a little confused, so I was like "grassy ass to you too."

I found out later "gracias" totally means thank you in Mexican.

I was talking to my boy Julio, who runs one of the taco trucks on Nord, and discovered Mexican is probably the coolest language around. I never knew words like "taco," "tequila" and "tornado" were all foreign lingo. Plus there's tons of other awesome words that I'd never even heard before, like "mucho," which pretty much means "hella," as in "this taco is mucho awesome." Or, "I'm mucho feeling this new 311 song."

There's other mucho cool diverse stuff here in Chico, too. Like, I was at the Thursday Night Market a while back and a bunch of people were gathered around some dudes playing African drums. When I got closer I saw that, like, one of the 15 drummers actually looked African.

When they were done playing, I rolled up to Homie and gave him the Rad-shake and was like, "Dude that was awesome. What's it like expressing your art in a place so far from home?"

He was like, "Dude, it's me Damian -- I went to high school with you."

I was like, "Damian, what's crackin' bro!"

I just think more people should embrace this town's totally awesome abundance of chill cultures. You can go to, like, any party and find so much diversity. Like Corona, for instance, which is the Mexican version of beer, or tiki torches, which are the Hawaiian version of the street lamp.

So, like, whatever culture you're into, I'm sure you'll find something awesome here.

In closing, I would like to share a few words that Julio dude taught me.

"Ustedes los gringos estupidos estan locos."

That's Mexican for, "Diversity hella rocks."

Austin Houlding is only joking and can be reached at:

A Better World Is Our to Create

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From rs-lorenz-rdg

I am a white husband coming from a family tree with a certain amount of racial prejudice (a bit of red state heritage, partly). I married Lindy and she was in some ways ahead of me in seeing the good in minorites, and the beauty in black guys. It put me on the spot and I have to say it knocked me off my balance, seeing how God has blessed minorities -- and black guys in particular. Lindy spotted the gold on the inside. Society has treated them like crap, afraid, perhaps of losing its own feather bed (softy) privileges. One day we white guys may well have to acknowledge (like in the British India poem, Gunga Din)