Personal Narrative

A Trip through My History: Why Asian American Cultural Institutions are Important

A Trip through My History: Why Asian American Cultural Institutions are Important

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. 

Finding Culture in Family Recipes

Finding Culture in Family Recipes

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.

The Right to Vote and Imagining Life Without It

The Right to Vote and Imagining Life Without It

My Grandma was a farmer who grew up in a poverty-stricken village in southern China and the ‘right to vote’ was a concept that was not only foreign to her, but vastly inconceivable. I learned just how important this right was through the many stories my grandma would tell me throughout my life. 

Where I am From and Who I am

Where I am From and Who I am

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. 

Great Expectations: You’re Voting for Hillary, right?

Great Expectations: You’re Voting for Hillary, right?

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!”