Jillian Vickers, office assistant is a recent graduate of CSU Northridge in
Southern California where she graduated with a Bachelor's degree in Deaf
Studies with an emphasis on ASL Studies and Deaf Literature. Now that she's
back in Northern California she is delighted to work with CQ and continue
her career with American Sign Language as well as involve herself with Deaf
At CSUN she was a member of the Deaf Sorority, Alpha Sigma Theta, where she
put together a newsletter during the school semesters' events. She is now
the editor of our newsletter here at Communique.
Born in Los Angeles, raised in Colorado and the small town of Ukiah, she is
glad to land in Santa Rosa. She admits she is not a fan of small towns.
Her first exposure to ASL was when her friend taught her this very important
sentence "I want to go get ice cream" and from then on, she decided she
needed to know more. So she enrolled at SRJC to take ASL classes. Her first
teacher was Joe Schmitz. Jillian says about that experience, "Joe was
really my inspiration to take more classes and go to deaf events and really
involve myself more in the community, so I thank him for everything."
Jillian also played water polo at the junior college which kept her in shape
and out of trouble.
Her dream for the future is to run a Doxie farm. When asked about this, she
says, "It's funny. I love Doxies, the 'hot dog' dogs? I'd like to have a
Doxie farm. They'd be so cute." She also dreams of becoming an interpreter
and spending more time with the Deaf community here in Santa Rosa.
Her funny story:
Growing up in Colorado in a ski resort town, I was exposed to skiing really
early as a kid. At 18 months my dad would take my up to the top of the
mountain and teach me his methods. Mostly that ended up with me in front of
him, in-between his skis speeding down the hill as I screamed "FASTER!!"
Of course my parents thought it would be best if I took some lessons.The
lessons were were after lunch aka my nap time. I was too tired to ski and
being that I knew myself pretty well at 5 years old, I would just sit down
in the snow and not move. The instructors eventually gave up trying to get
me to stand and would leave me alone. So I passed out, right there in the
snow till someone came back to get me after lessons. Nap time was nap time,
and if that meant sleeping through my ski lesson at the bottom of the
mountain, so be it. Besides, that meant I got to come back later and go down
the mountain with my dad clocking 50 miles an hour.
Me at 18 months in Steamboat Springs, Colorado at my Grandmother's Vacation