Oh…no, honey. Trust me. You want to be White. So I nodded my head and agreed after fruitless attempts to awkwardly explain that my mom is White and that my dad is Thai. After all, she was one of our school counselors and she was trying to make things easier for me.
I visited the Museum of Chinese in America (MOCA) for the first time this summer and have since gone back four times, each with a different friend or family member. I had not realized how important such a cultural institution was until I actually went inside and wandered through its galleries. Why I had put off visiting it remains a mystery to me.
Many millennials with similar backgrounds like myself are born in America and grew up speaking English as their native language, so we hold onto our culture through food. It is often one of our earliest introductions to our roots, a way of coming into our cultural identities. Although food is not the only way I try to stay culturally connected to my Asian identity, it is often the most accessible.
As my siblings pursued nursing and business, I felt pressured to follow in their footsteps in order to become successful and to make my parents happy. So, I majored in biology in hopes of becoming an optometrist and owning my own practice. However, I felt as if though I had traded my creative mind for facts and memorization. I felt stuck.
Wellesley College and Hillary Clinton are strangely synonymous. Within these last couple months, whenever I introduce myself to new friends and colleagues and mention that I am a rising senior at Wellesley College, I am oftentimes asked, “Are you voting for Hillary?” Sometimes I’m not even granted the courtesy of a question, but rather am told, “Oh, you must be voting for Hillary!”