I’ve been stereotyped before. Last week, my neighbor told me that I speak like a white person, as if African Americans cannot speak properly. When I...
This winter break I’m bringing home two suitcases: one full of clothes, one empty.
I'll fill the empty one with frozen Filipino food like sapin-sapin...
My high school boyfriend’s dreary old minivan was a staple in our driveway. He hugged my mom when they crossed paths in public, watched football games...
I’m often an all-black outfit kind of gal. My wardrobe mostly comprises turtlenecks, collared shirts, and high-waisted jeans in a sophisticated albeit...
Part of my identity is made up of being academically successful, or, for a better use of the term, a “know-it-all.” Growing up half-Korean in a Korean-dominated...
When Sept. 15 arrived, the first day of National Hispanic Heritage Month, I was eager to go to the Dining Center to see the foods they’d be serving that...
My least favorite part of standardized testing has never been the test itself. For that matter, my least favorite part of starting any new job, applying...
Last semester, I confronted a white friend about her unintentionally racist comments. In our conversation, I talked about one of the biggest problems with...
