when life gives you lemons

I recently applied for an Asian American scholarship that would help cover part of my senior year tuition. I made it to the last round, but was not selected as a finalist. However, the application process itself was tremendously rewarding because it challenged me to think deeply about my Asian American identity.

The scholarship’s second round essay question was: What kind of role should Asian Americans seek on the Boston College campus and in society at large? And as I was developing my answer, I had a number of insightful, thought-provoking conversations with friends and family that helped me grapple with how to respond. I put a great deal of effort and attention into this essay and am proud of how it turned out, so I wanted to share it here.

while on a walk at Hever Castle, contemplating my answer to this question

Despite coming from the best intentions, the question “What kind of role should Asian Americans seek on the Boston College campus and in society at large?” raises some concerns, particularly the notion that Asian Americans should be seeking a role. I doubt that white Americans would ever have to answer a similar question. As the majority, white Americans inherit roles as a side effect of white privilege, wherein society presumes their dominant position. Meanwhile, limiting an endlessly complex community to any singularly definable role would be an unjustifiable effort of generalization. Of course, as 5.6% of the total American population, a united Asian American community can create a louder message with greater power, but only at the sacrifice of drowning out individual voices (U.S. Census Bureau, 2012). Instead of clumping groups with wildly different cultural traditions, identities, and experiences into a one-size-fits-all role, I would rather create room for Asian American individuals to seek whatever roles they desire.

The wording of this essay question illuminates how the overgeneralization of Asian Americans leads to misrepresentation and lack of recognition. There are significant differences (socioeconomic, cultural, historic, experiential) between specific Asian American ethnic groups that become blurred when considering the community as a single entity. For instance, it is easy to overlook the stark wealth inequality among Asian Americans because it challenges the popular view that Asian Americans are economically advantaged (Thompson and Weller, 2016). Not to mention, an Asian American identity grows in richness as it grows in specificity. I have an English mother and Chinese-Malaysian father. And I received a Mandarin bilingual education in an area that encompasses six of the top ten U.S. cities with the highest percentage of Asian Americans (U.S. Census Bureau, 2012). My outlook and experiences differ from those of a second-generation Korean American in Philadelphia, or from those of a Vietnamese immigrant in South Dakota. Yet, each experience enriches what it means to identify as Asian American.

The pervasiveness of the overgeneralization of Asian Americans is apparent even on campus. Last year, I was shocked when Stuart Dining Hall served green tea ice cream—a distinctly Japanese flavor—for dessert on its Chinese Culinary Showcase night. But Japanese and Chinese food are essentially the same…right? The answer is a resounding no. That night, I felt like the only one in the dining hall who even noticed the discrepancy. The misguided choice of green tea ice cream reflects how the mainstream popularization of Asian influence tends not to acknowledge specific ethnic origins. Of course, I would have loved if BC Dining served a Chinese dessert, such as red bean soup or sesame-filled tang yuan (glutinous rice balls), but those dishes are not part of common American knowledge or tastes.

I feel incredibly grateful to have grown up eating the food and experiencing the cultures of numerous Asian countries. Even among Asian Americans, I recognize that my exposure is unique. After all, the average American might not be able to explain the culinary differences between Thai, Malaysian, Cantonese, Japanese, Vietnamese, and Korean food. However, I would hope that one day, these differences would be as commonly known as the differences between French and Italian food, because they deserve that much individual recognition and celebration.

The green tea ice cream incident resonated with me because food is fundamental—it is a reflection of the self. Alongside family, food is the pride and joy of my identity. Food is how I communicate my multicultural heritage. Food is my ultimate form of storytelling.

And storytelling matters. Storytelling is how we can tackle the issue of overgeneralization by celebrating individuality while pointing to the universality of the human condition. Exchanging stories with people from different backgrounds—through food, media, and personal connection—is how we can elevate the perception of Asian Americans on campus and in society.

Food has been a prominent storytelling vehicle for me. Freshman year, I loved introducing my Massachusetts-born roommate, Hannah, to unfamiliar foods. It was my way of communicating my multicultural upbringing. I had her try Japanese persimmons, Chinese rou song (pork floss), Korean sundubu-jjigae (tofu stew), English Cadbury mini eggs, and much more—each of which added a clarifying stroke to the culinary canvas of my identity. And when I wanted to help capture what being Chinese-Malaysian means to me, I would show her pictures of my favorite dishes to eat when visiting family in Malaysia: roti canai, mee hoon kueh, char kuey teow…the list goes on and on. Each plate of food draws upon a rich cultural history of flavor, ingredients, knowledge, and technique that helps me tell my story.

Media and entertainment are also powerful storytelling mediums. Going along with the theme of food, Korean American chef David Chang’s Netflix docuseries “Ugly Delicious” introduces thoughtful depth and nuance to its storytelling of Asian and Asian American food. The show challenges preconceptions about foods across the globe, tackling historical and sociocultural issues around cultural purity, assimilation, and discrimination. In the fried rice episode, for example, the show discusses how Chinese food is ubiquitously available yet largely misunderstood and undervalued in America. Meanwhile, the portrayal of Asian ingredients on cooking shows as being strange or disgusting perpetuates the exoticism of Asian cultures. Tellingly, a list of the “weirdest” mystery basket ingredients on the competition cooking show “Chopped” includes sea cucumber, durian, stinky tofu, and preserved duck eggs (Erdos, 2013). Such attitudes of repulsion devalue Asian delicacies and project a notion of Western superiority. Thus, the stories we tell about Asian food, culture, and individuals in the media can have incredible sway on either tackling or propagating the generalization of Asian Americans in society.

Finally, we each have a voice to tell our own stories to those around us through personal connection. I came to BC from a rather racially homogenous cohort of Asian American peers in the Bay Area. So, I intentionally sought demographically diverse campus activities such as Let’s Get Ready, LeaderShape, Dialogues on Race, and Project Hapa to connect with and learn from people with different backgrounds (which, to a certain extent, is nearly everyone). In engaging in a self-directed cultural exchange, I sought to better communicate and identify with other communities on campus while representing my personal Asian American story.

I can only refer to my own experience as a multiracial person, but I love when people ask me about my ethnicity. It is a chance for me to narrate a core aspect of who I am. But I find that despite my ethnically ambiguous appearance, people do not often ask me about my racial background—and those who do, tend to be people of color. I wonder if this pattern is because people are afraid of being offensive, do not register my racial makeup, or find it too intimate of a question to ask. In contrast, I know that many Asian Americans can be hesitant towards such inquiries because they do not want their race to solely define them. Questions like “Are you from China?” can be microaggressions. But they can also be coming from curiosity and a desire to connect. As such, Asian Americans should consider embracing more openness to these questions—they are opportunities to help others understand that we are more than our racial identities. If people feel shut down from asking about someone’s background or cultural practices out of fear of saying something wrong, then the dialogue is over before it has even begun. Instead, “Where are you really from?” and “What are you eating?” are chances to confront ignorance, stereotypes, and generalizations of the Asian American experience.

Every Asian American story told—through food, media, or personal conversation—sheds much needed light on the vast range of experiences across a continent’s worth of people. Rather than reserve open conversations about race and culture for dedicated, organized spaces, I hope that we can be storytellers and listeners in everyday life, embracing the wonder of merely being one among many Asian Americans who each have a remarkably distinctive role to play in society.




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my 2017 study abroad travels in photos


Herefordshire, UK

Bournemouth, Hampshire, UK


Kent, UK

Scottish Highlands, UK


Paris, France


Prague, Czech Republic

Budapest, Hungary

Vienna, Austria

Bratislava, Slovakia

Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia

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goodbye boston, hello london

This is my six part summer spanning two coasts and two continents. It began in Boston College, shifted to Northeastern University, migrated to California, and ended in London. This is how it went…

Part 1: Sophomore Year Ends

a postcard for a friend
  • Writing a twenty page international studies research paper on how levels of materialism differ in highly developed countries wrapped up one of my most challenging and most rewarding semesters of college so far. I worked harder than I had in previous semesters, but I also spent a lot of quality time with truly wonderful friends.
  • After reflecting upon the undue stress I placed upon myself academically throughout the semester with one of my mentors, I came to consider how my gpa is neither the best nor the most valuable measure of who I am. I do not need to prove to anyone (even myself) that I can get a 4.0. Rather, I should think carefully about what I sacrifice in other areas of life when I strive for “perfect” grades. This sounds obvious, but it is easier said than done.
  • When all was said and done, I had about a full week free of responsibility after school ended and before my internship began. During this time, I basked in the sun and read for hours. It was glorious.

Part 2: TJX Buying Internship Weeks 1-6

the view from my northeastern university apartment
  • After wrapping up my duties as a Resident Assistant by checking seniors out of their dorms post-commencement, I moved into my new Northeastern University apartment on Huntington Ave. In these first few weeks, I quickly learned that living within walking distance of the MFA, Fenway, Newbury Street, and Copley Square with the Green and Orange Lines at my doorstep epitomized the phrase: Location, location, location.
  • I went into my merchandising internship at TJX, a global retail corporation, knowing I did not want to work there. Rather, I wanted to learn as much as possible about retail on such a large scale and about working in a pretty traditional corporate environment. Although I went in with an open mind, the notion that business truly is about the bottom line was resounding. Also, I found that I did not mesh with the fact that their culture placed a premium on extraversion, so anything less than interjecting myself into conversations could tarnish my personal brand.
  • Outside of the 9 to 5, I really enjoyed having a routine of going to the gym before work and cooking dinner after. Cooking for myself in particular was one of my absolute summer highlights. I even took a Knife Skills class at Sur La Table to hone in on some chopping techniques I was previously lacking. Have you ever thought about how moving vegetables around your cutting board by scraping your blade dulls your knife? I sure hadn’t, but now I know to use the back of my blade instead!

Part 3: TJX Buying Internship Weeks 7-12

  • After an honest midsession evaluation with my manager, my internship experience rapidly became more enjoyable. I was on a team with dominant, extraverted personalities in a department that was having a tough time. This combination, plus my inexperience with the corporate environment, nudged me back into my shell. Still, I laid it all on the table with my manager and expressed how I felt like no one had tried to get to know me and that I was too often left with nothing to do. She immediately assigned me a continuous independent project, took the time to ask me more about myself, and admitted how she might have made a mistake in the instruction she gave the team before I came. She told them to act like “business as usual” but should have said, “This is probably our intern’s first corporate experience, lets welcome her and make her feel like part of the team.” Those directives set vastly different tones and the latter would have made a world of difference. Nevertheless, I am so grateful to have learned so much about the professional world and who I am/who I want to be/who others are in it.
  • Over July 4th weekend, I visited Cape Cod and Martha’s Vineyard for the first time with a few of my roommates. We stayed in Hyannis where I was blown away by the beauty of the hydrangeas and where I was surprised to learn it was the home of the Kennedys. Then, after driving through miles of quiet beach towns, we reached the effervescently artistic P-town, a popular destination for the LGBTQ community. Our final stop was a ferry ride away from Falmouth to the famed Martha’s Vineyard. It lived up to the hype.
  • In the two subsequent weekends, two of my best friends from the Bay Area graciously visited me in Boston. Although this meant walking throughout the whole city two Saturdays in a row, I loved seeing Boston through their fresh eyes. And we ate some very yummy food (Veggie Galaxy’s BBQ Jackfruit Sandwich, Broken Grounds’ Strawberry Fields Acai Bowl, Barcelona Wine Bar’s Patatas Bravas, and bychloe’s cupcakes).

Part 4: See You Soon BC

an instagram famous street in boston I only found out about two years after moving here
  • With my twelve week internship wrapping up with an intern group presentation on targeting the Millennial parent, the time came for me to pack up my life. This was quite the feat because I had to determine what would stay in Boston, what would come with me to California (and eventually, London), and how everything would get to where it needed to be. All I can say is that I am glad that process is over. We made it through.
  • My internship ended on a Friday and I flew home on a Tuesday. I intentionally gave myself these few days to wrap up my time in Boston and say goodbye to friends I wouldn’t see for another year. I ended up having some of my favorite days of the summer. Life is so meaningful when you spend quality time with quality people.
  • At the end of my first summer spent in Boston, I can definitively say that Boston—not just Boston College—feels like home.

Part 5: Back to the Bay

point reyes lighthouse (imagine the pacific ocean beneath these veils of fog)
  • Before I went home, I challenged my family to eat a whole foods plant-based diet during my 3.5 week stay. I even created a meal plan and promised to be their personal chef, thus removing any potential room for excuses. Perfection was not my expectation, but effort was. And I’ve been really proud of their effort. At the very least, they have been 90-95% plant-based since I have arrived, which is amazing given that only weeks ago they were daily consumers of meat, dairy, and eggs.
  • Our biggest outing was to Point Reyes. The trip consisted of a lot of driving along excessively windy roads. I probably felt car sick for a solid six hours the Sunday that we went. Yes, it was nifty to visit the foggiest and second windiest place in the country, but I think I’ll stick to the Muir Woods next time we’re feeling an outing north of the Golden Gate Bridge.
  • Home is comfort. Time does not exist at home. My messy room, along with all the other footprints I leave, are merely temporary. At home I bask in the beauty of doing nothing. Sleep. Exercise. Cook. Eat too much fruit. Read. Repeat. I couldn’t do this everyday, but I will make the most of it while I can.

Part 6: To Be Discovered in London…

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the year of two thousand sixteen

overlooking a quarry in Massachusetts
  • Participated in the LeaderShape Institute, a week-long leadership development and community building retreat that changed my entire outlook on what Boston College could be for me
  • Interned for Date My Wardrobe, which not only taught me about social media marketing and working in a startup, but also introduced me to an amazing mentor, the startup’s founder Amrita Aviyente
  • Explored Rockport, Gloucester, Newport, and Boston with my mom over Easter Break
  • Took two trips to New York, one with a friend to watch Matilda on Broadway and stuff our faces in Chelsea Market, another with my brother and cousins on my birthday to watch Book of Mormon and once again stuff our faces
  • Despite loving General Chemistry, I finally decided to listen to my gut and set science aside in pursuit of an International Studies major with Ethics and International Social Justice track
sunset in Penang
  • Interned for bonJOY, an ethical subscription box company that features fashion, beauty, and lifestyle goods by companies that support survivors of human trafficking and empower women globally
  • Started a personal website to keep track of my thoughts, readings, and interests (i.e. this)
  • Visited Malaysia for five weeks to spend time with family, with highlights being visiting Bali, eating food in Penang, and attending a Watercolor Brush Calligraphy workshop
picturesque cows in Vermont
  • Balanced being a Resident Assistant to 27 freshmen women, being The Gavel News Editor with four articles a week, and being employed as LeaderShape On-Site Coordinator
  • Was introduced to and impassioned by the Economy for the Common Good, the notion that all economic activity should fundamentally serve the common good of humanity, society, and the environment
  • Became further immersed in the ethical fashion movement through personal interest colliding with a case study for my Social Movements class—committed to only buying thrifted or ethically-made clothing
  • Saw fall foliage and ate maple creemees in Vermont for the first time with my mom and Godmother
  • Learned tons about Internet History, Social Networking Theory, and Social Media Activism in Online Communication and Global Society, even had Gregg Housh (one of the founders of Anonymous) as a guest speaker
  • Was a sophomore leader for 48HOURS, a freshman-only retreat, and did a polar plunge in Cape Cod
  • Dyed my hair purple

Most importantly, 2016 was the year of developing new connections and deepening existing friendships. I am left with overwhelming gratitude for all the people who have entered my life in the past twelve months, and I can’t wait to see what 2017 has in store for us all.

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shoutout to getting a shoutout


Since May, I have been the News Editor for The Gavel, BC’s online progressive student publication. As News Editor, I manage the news staff (an Associate Editor and multiple Staff Writers), come up with article ideas, write and edit articles, create the posting budget for the week, and am overall responsible for all news content.

For news, we post once a week during the summer and four or more times during the regular school week. During my time leading the section, I have doubled the online views of our news articles by consistently producing quality content.

Furthermore, the best part about writing news is breaking news. And almost every week so far this semester, we have posted one breaking (or near-breaking) news piece that gets a large number of views. One week it was about bug-infested broccoli in the dining hall, which received 2,400 views in 24 hours, and last week it was on the solidarity march I attended in support of queer students, students of color, and students with disabilities on campus, which received almost 430 views.

These numbers might not mean anything out of context, but they are big for our news section.

When I was asked to be News Editor at the end of freshman year, I was both honored and surprised. As an Editorial Assistant, I was on the fast track for an editorial position, but I didn’t think that I would get to lead an entire section so soon.

I am so glad I accepted the position and that I’ve made The Gavel one of my main priorities this year. It is reassuring and encouraging to be recognized for the positive impact my leadership has had on the news section! It is always nice to get a shoutout.

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trust in the power of yes


I was on a student panel today for the Career Center’s Parent’s Weekend presentation. In front of a theater full(ish) of parents, I shared a snippet of my career journey thus far. This is what I learned.

Almost a year ago, I was on 48 Hours, a freshman retreat run by the Office of First Year Experience. On this retreat, one of the activities involved birthdays, and I discovered that I shared a birthday with Biz, the leader of the retreat and Director of FYE. We had a brief conversation that weekend, but afterwards, I sent Biz a thank you email and a brief reflection of my 48 Hours experience.

Two weeks later, I got an email saying that I had been personally nominated for the LeaderShape Institute, a free 6-day leadership development and community building retreat. It turns out, Biz had nominated me. Naturally, I applied and attended. It sounded right up my alley.

LeaderShape turned out to be the highlight of my entire freshman year. It immersed me in a community of like-minded individuals who had greater visions not only for themselves, but also for their communities and the world in general. LeaderShape reminded me that I thrive on one-on-one authentic relationships, which was missing from my first semester. And the notions of living and leading with integrity and having a healthy disregard for the impossible set the tone for the rest of my year.

In fact, the Associate Director of the Career Center was my small group leader on LeaderShape, and it was my relationship with him that got me on the panel in the first place.

During the spring, I also interned for Date My Wardrobe, a fashion tech startup in Boston founded by an amazing female entrepreneur, Amrita Aviyente. Amrita turned out to become a great personal and professional mentor for me to this day, advocating for my growth and exposing me to the intersection between fashion and business. And seeing that I had been interested in fashion since secretly wanting to be a fashion designer when I was eight, this internship was a big step for me towards fashion as a potential career path.

That semester, I also took a course called Courage to Know with Biz as my professor. One of our assignments was to do a vocational interview, in which we reached out to someone with a vocation we aspired to or wanted to learn more about. At this point, I was still flirting with the idea of chemistry or philosophy, but was ultimately undecided with my major and unsure of my direction.

However, ethical fashion was on my mind because of an informational interview I did with Esther Chen Meyers, the founder of bonJOY, over winter break. After stalking the LinkedIn BC Alumni group, I came across Esther and was instantly intrigued by her career path. She was kind enough to respond to me, and we ended up meeting one day to chat about her time in college, her career, and her founding of bonJOY. So to find someone I was interested in the vocation of, I googled “ethical fashion companies in Boston”. One of the first links to pop up was The Good Trade.

The founder of The Good Trade, AmyAnn Cadwell, was also kind enough to respond to me and set up a time to FaceTime (she also knew Esther!). Other than being an all-around inspiring and relatable person, she made a particularly poignant point. She said that although saying yes to one thing might mean saying no to many other things, I have to trust that saying yes will lead to other yeses I can’t possibly foresee or predict. There is something inherently uncomfortable about taking life one step at a time without knowing exactly what you’re walking towards. Nevertheless, my experience at BC has really epitomized that idea of one small moment changing everything.

My conversation with AmyAnn encouraged me to explore ethical fashion, conscious consumerism, and social entrepreneurship as a potential career realm. So I reached out to Esther about interning with bonJOY over the summer. And as I’ve said before, interning for bonJOY was a truly wonderful experience because it convinced me of my genuine passion for ethical fashion, so much so that I see the intersection of international studies, business, fashion, and social good as my potential “end”.

And to think that it all started with sharing a birthday with Biz. Had that connection not been made, I honestly don’t know where I would be. But I am so grateful for all the mentors, experiences, and opportunities in the past year that have fundamentally changed or reassured my direction.

Although the path was very unclear along the way (and still is), everything connects in retrospect. Yet, it required putting myself out there to create opportunities and having the guidance of mentors, formal and informal, who encouraged me to discern my passions and follow my gut.


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an economy for the common good

Last week, I attended a lecture on the Economy for the Common Good (ECG), an idea and a social movement that centers around a holistic economic model in which all economic activity serves the Common Good. The speaker, Christian Felber, is an Austrian activist and the author of Changing Everything: Creating an Economy for the Common Good.

I had never heard of ECG before this lecture, but as Felber introduced the model, the process, and the movement, I was instantaneously intrigued. Essentially, ECG is a proposal to replace capitalism and communism. No constitution across the world states that the economy should serve anything other than the Common Good. Yet, the way we measure success of the economy is through monetary gains: GDP, financial profit, ROI.

Felber discussed the original meaning of the word “economy” and how the definition of economy is distorted today. Derived from the Greek word “oikonomia”, “economy” means “law of the household”—with the two houses being humanity and nature. The economy should have soul; it should serve these two houses. Aristotle contrasted oikonomia, in which money is a means to the good life, with chrematistic, in which money is the end in itself (i.e. capitalism). With an Economy for the Common Good, all businesses and economic activity would fundamentally serve the world as a whole. Isn’t that the dream?

Instead of measuring economic success as financial gains, the Common Good Balance Sheet should be used. This audit would give a point-based account of how well a company fulfills the five most important constitutional values of democratic states: human dignity, cooperation, sustainability, justice and democracy.

And sovereign democracy (i.e. returning sovereign rights like writing and editing the constitution, electing government, issuing money, etc. to the people) is the process through which to determine these Common Good Balance Sheet on local, state, and national levels. As an audience, Felber led us through an example of how this might work. He wanted us, as the Boston constituency, to set the maximum income limit for Boston. One times the minimum income would be complete equality (everyone earning the same regardless of position), and infinite times the minimum income would be complete inequality (i.e. no limit, i.e. capitalism in America). He asked for the audience members to propose how many times they think it should be. The options that were raised were 1, 60, 1000, and infinite. The option with the least resistance would be chosen, with resistance being counted through the number of arms in total held up by the group.

Our group chose 1000 times the minimum income. But Felber said he was very surprised by this result. Apparently, after performing the same exercise with groups across the world, the average maximum income is always found to be around 10 times the minimum income, and he had only gotten this result one other time–with a group of CEOs in Germany. Clearly, individuals at BC (or at least those in the audience attending the event) feel comparably as privileged as German CEOs—disappointing but not surprising. The point of the exercise was that direct participation can make the lawmaking process so much more efficient and so much more representative of what the people really want.

During the presentation, I was so taken by this movement because ECG captures everything I believe in about ethical fashion and goes far beyond it as well. On one slide, Felber showed an image of a QR code. The corresponding idea was that in the future, all products would have a scannable label that would provide an immediate, transparent report about the Common Good of the company in question. This, alongside incentivizing the Common Good, is a way to combat our current, backwards system of less ethical companies being better off than ethical companies because their products are cheaper. And if this were applied to the fashion industry, with each clothing label providing a full report on how and where that item was made, the market would ideally lead to greater awareness, curiosity, and demand for ethical fashion.

Yet, it is not enough to create an attractive model that 90% of citizens agree with if the government and representatives don’t support it. Despite “democracy”, the masses in nations across the world don’t have the power. But we must have hope that it can get better. Furthermore, in comparison to the power of those currently controlling the global economy (large corporations and governments), ECG is a relatively powerless movement. So global collective (and potentially disruptive) action is necessary.

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watching a malaysian rainstorm

A nostalgic throwback to when I was in Malaysia only two months ago…


I am currently sitting on the 19th floor balcony of my grandma’s apartment in Subang Jaya, Malaysia, and it is absolutely bucketing down with rain. In the past five minutes, I have watched a huge grey raincloud rapidly consume the skyline as less and less light peeks through.

It looks as though my vision has turned entirely blurry, but no cause for worry yet, it is just the sheets and sheets of rain pouring down from the sky. The world is covered in grey mist and not a drop of earth is dry. If only this rain could be brought to my home of California.

The rain no longer falls in individual droplets, but in a billowing waterfall that visibly bends with the wind. A watercolor with no definite lines. The clouds have dropped so low that I can see the rain falling from them at eye level.

Cars continue along the roads below, with drivers behind windshield wipers going at full speed. Gradually, buildings and skylines that were once in sight are now erased by the mist of the cloud. This is the seventh straight day of heavy afternoon rains, but never before have I seen it like this.

The only thing dampening my experience of typing and gazing is the occasional waft of smoke from an undiscerned direction.

I think the cloud is coming closer and closer to me. I feel the mist of the cloud heading toward me with no holds barred. My line of sight has diminished by half and I can’t see farther than a block away. Only the headlights from distant cars are vaguely perceptible through the foggy grey sky.

The smoke continues. I grimace.

My dad walks out and admires the rain, only to comment that he can smell someone smoking cigarettes.

And yep, I am now being rained on. How refreshing. And those headlights I mentioned a couple lines back…no longer visible.

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first week. second year.

Almost a month has gone by since I’ve been back in Boston, and almost a week has gone by since the first day of classes. RA training brought me back in the beginning of August for a whirlwind of 13-hour-days, staff bonding, and incoming freshmen. This jumpstart to the year gave me an opportunity to slowly transition from summer to school. Unlike other upperclassmen, I was quickly settled in my cozy (albeit tiny) room, back in the rhythm of living on my own, and ready to start classes with excitement rather than anxiety.


After the official end of summer and the official start of classes, my feelings are of gratitude and anticipation. My RA experience has, more than anything else, reminded me how fortunate I am to be where I am and who I am. I’m also resoundingly thankful to have wonderful friends and professors who I can turn to and rely on during my time at BC.

This semester, I planned on taking Political Behavior and Participation and Computer Science, but a stressful life-planning-spreadsheet moment towards the end of the summer led me to drop those classes and switch them for Social Movements and Macroeconomics (both of which count towards my International Studies major whereas the other two classes don’t). And so far, I am pleased with my updated schedule, which also features Online Communication and Global Society and Western Cultural Tradition (my Honors Program class).

My new plan for college consists of two main priorities. First, I was accepted into the International Studies major at the start of summer, so finishing the major (and the 12 classes I still have to take for it) has become my number one priority. My number two priority–and I’ve previously gone back-and-forth on this–is to study abroad in London for the entirety of my junior year (which essentially eliminates a year of International Studies classes).

A year is a long time. And being back in BC this second time around has been so amazing that I’m already sad about it potentially being my penultimate year here. I will miss so many people. And for my close friends who are currently juniors, I will miss their senior years!

But going abroad is my priority. Not because this is my only chance to travel, but because it’s a rare chance to immerse myself in an entirely different culture (across the Atlantic Ocean) without actually paying to live there as a full-time adult. I want to experience living in a variety of locations and countries while I am still relatively free of responsibility, and this will be my first way of doing that. Plus, I will be physically closer to family than I am right now.

My convictions may waver this year, as the date for applying to study abroad rapidly approaches and my time at BC ticks aways, but as long as I stay true to my core values, remain connected to those around me, and do what feels right in the moment, I am confident that my college experience will continue in a positive direction.

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paper flowers, tacky glue

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Cut, curl, glue, pinch, cut, curl, glue, pinch. This has been my life for several hours over the past two days. Unattractive, off-white bricks line the walls of my “cozy” (small) dorm room. Seeing as the brick doesn’t entirely go with my white, orange, and grey color scheme, the large blank space above my two-seater sofa simply couldn’t do. But these paper flowers do the trick.

Thank goodness for my countless subscriptions on YouTube. When the video below popped up on my feed, I instantly recognized the solution.

This eye-catching yet relatively simple method of creating large paper flowers out of card stock and glue was ideal for me: a college student who doesn’t want to spend money on something she can make herself.

Because Ann Le’s video wasn’t step-by-step, the less entertaining video below was more instructive.

Some things I found helpful were:

  1. Use tacky glue. It’s amazing!
  2. Don’t bother with an outline or a stencil. Petals don’t have to be perfect.
  3. Cut out six petals at a time by folding and sandwiching the paper.
  4. Vary the petal shape for each layer.
  5. Six petals are easier than five.
  6. Fluff out the middle part to cover any visible seams or glue inside.
  7. Petals come in all shapes and sizes, so have fun with it!

Now all that’s left is to cross my fingers and hope that my assortment of Command strips will hold these petals up for the rest of the year!

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