POST GRADUATION 
After HJ graduation, I went to Lamar U. and after ten years completed a bachelor’s degree in Sociology while working full-time for a Cardiologist and Heart Monitor Lab, still maintaining my social status as a full time partier and working very hard to raise a very low GPA from first semester where I thought cutting classes meant F’s just went away. Not my proudest moment. After receiving my degree, I applied to law school and was accepted, to my dismay. Opted to go to graduate school instead for Social Work.
PROUDEST MOMENT
My most proudest moment was walking the stage to receive my Master’s Degree in Social Work with honors. I didn’t think I could achieve an advanced degree nor get to the level I am now as a Psychotherapist, but did despite that thought. I lived in San Antonio for six years and worked as a Clinical Social Worker in an Outpatient Psychiatry Program for Bexar (pronounced “bear”) County, mostly with indigent, residents. Do I have some stories to tell!
SADDEST EXPERIENCE
My saddest experience was losing my father to cancer nine years ago. He was only 55 years old. While I was living in San Antonio, I flew back and forth to China and Houston to help with his treatments for eleven months until he lost his life. I was very saddened but he was very stoic throughout his ordeal and made me very proud of him for his endurance.
WHERE THE BOYS ARE
San Antonio is an excellent place to live, but not if you are single. After six years, ALL of my friends from graduate school got married and started having babies. My social outlet as a smart single woman quickly dried up so I moved to Houston to be closer to friends and family. I had a feeling if I were going to ever get married, Houston would be the place I’d meet him. And, I did.
DREAM BOATOne New Year’s Eve, 4.5 years ago I dragged myself off my sofa, reluctantly, and went to a party out in Pearland or somewhere off the Loop where I nearly had a panic attack because there were no streetlights and I had no idea where I was. I finally got to the party and met a guy who turned out to be an artist from Los Angeles.
I talked his head off, he went back to LA, twelve days later, he moved to Houston, into my house, and we haven’t been apart since. My husband has been the best thing that has ever happened to me. He is my best friend and we love being together and hanging out. Like CJ’s man, he adores me and makes me feel like the most loved woman in the world.
On a slow day, we talk only about ten times on the phone. He makes me laugh on a daily basis and is the funniest person I know and the most handsome, of course. Did I say I am lucky to have him?
BEATING HURRICANE RITA 
We married last year three days before Hurricane Rita. We had everything arranged for the Saturday Rita hit, but cancelled the reception and honeymoon and opted to still go to the little museum chapel and tie the knot. Both our parents drove in to be with us, as did my best girlfriend and my husband’s brother and his family to witness our union.
My husband cried the whole time and you can see the tears if you look closely at one of the pics I’ve included of that day. Our small but loving wedding party drove many, many hours to get back to their homes despite the looming hurricane, but wouldn’t have done it any other way. 
My parents drove back China and it took 3.5 hours, normally from Houston it takes only 90 minutes. My maid of honor drove back to Conroe and it took 6 hours, which normally takes only one hour. We are very grateful for their support and love. Since we didn’t have a reception or a honeymoon (Wilma hit and damaged the part of Mexico we were going to), we’re heading to Palm Springs for a mini-moon.
FROM LA ARTIST TO TEXAS OIL MAN
My husband works for Chevron Corporation as a Project Manager. He grew up in Pittsburgh, moved to Los Angeles several years ago where he received his Fine Arts degree, and practiced as a successful abstract painter for ten plus years. His transition into the corporate world was difficult for him as well as adjusting to Southeast, Texas from the beautiful ocean and his friends. His friends, now, are all of my friends, who are female and he loves every one of them! Most all HJ alum, I might add.
SALVATION ARMY & THE TRAUMA CENTER
Once I got to Houston, I worked for the Salvation Army Family Residence Center (aka, Homeless Shelter) and found it was the hardest job I ever did. Mostly I had to teach adults how to live like adults. HA! Like I had any room telling them how to run their lives!
I ended up at Memorial Hermann Hospital in The Medical Center working as a family liaison in the Trauma ICU for 3.5 years. When you see the red helicopter flying to auto accidents, the injured were flown in to our hospital, which is one of two level one trauma centers in the city (the other one is Ben Taub).

I would receive the families of these victims and sit with them if their loved one didn’t make it or help them be with their loved one in the ICU for visits and updates from the physicians. Very sad and very fulfilling. I had coffee with Dr. Red Duke just about every day. My job ended this past January and now I am focusing on opening up my own private practice as a psychotherapist being my own boss.
AUNT SUSAN
I have a beautiful niece who just turned 14 this year. She is tall, blonde, blue eyed and sassy. She has three other sisters who I claim as nieces as well. My mother and step-father still live in China, as does my step-mother.
I’ve become the Aunt of two adorable kids on my husband’s side of the family. My niece is 12 and nephew is 10.
I am the mother of one, Sachi, our beautiful kitty.
I am the Godmother of four between two friends.
I am the “Aunt” to three: Ditto the Hole-Patrol Cat and Stetson, the most beautiful boy in the universe (we don’t call him dog, though, he thinks he’s human) and the dog called Boy.
DRINKIN' RITAS WITH GAL PALS
In my free time, I enjoy keeping up with old friends, drinking rita’s with my best gal pals, working out, and hanging with my husband and his family. The thing you may not know about me is my nickname is Chicken. That is a story for another time.
The most amazing thing to me is how close our HJ alum seems to be (still). I am awed at how many of HJ Hawks are on board for the 20th. I love the bio’s and catching up with old friends. It will be nice to see everyone.
E-MAIL: susan.jaros@gmail.com