Amy Chan | The line between practicality and selling out
In my family, following our dreams isn’t just a cliched motto. It’s a religious truth, a way of life.
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In my family, following our dreams isn’t just a cliched motto. It’s a religious truth, a way of life.
When I first applied to be an opinion columnist, the application asked one question which will forever stick out in my mind, “What do you want your column to be known for?” I answered, “I want my column to provide a voice for Asian Americans, because we don’t often get to hear the perspective of the most silent group in America.”
Hospital visits seem, to me, to always reinforce the necessity of human beings in each other’s lives. And, in considering the necessity of human beings in each other’s lives, I always question whether the Penn community falls short.
CAMBRIDGE, U.K. — When I first arrived in Cambridge, I thought I would immediately integrate. I thought that I would make many British friends and that I would excel at every stereotypically British task I tried. Rowing, figure drawing, formal dinners with gowns — no problem, I spoke the language and was acquainted with the culture.
CAMBRIDGE, U.K. — My friend says that “studying abroad is learning how to shame yourself.” I would like to amend that statement by saying, firstly, that I never needed to learn how to shame myself. I was born with a natural talent for self-embarrassment, and secondly, that studying abroad is not so much learning how to shame yourself as it is learning to be okay with shaming yourself.
CAMBRIDGE, U.K. — I’ve been happy lately — really happy — and when I’m happy, I don’t want to write.
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CAMBRIDGE, U.K. — Last Thursday, a Pembroke College student burned a £20 note in front of a homeless man on Bridge Street. I’m not certain how many people in the United States, let alone Penn’s campus, heard of it, but it was a huge deal over here in Cambridge. The negative social media reaction was so overwhelming that the Pembroke Facebook page had to disable its comments for a while.
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Contrary to what most people told me before leaving, my first experience studying abroad in England was not a pleasant one. It was, however, the first time that I learned the necessity of putting empathy into practice.
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I once wrote an article in which I refused to give up red lipstick despite surrendering eye makeup. With all the misogyny to which Trump’s election has set us back, I think it’s about time I explained why.
While everyone was buying sweaters 50-percent off at their local mall this weekend and eating turkey sandwiches for breakfast, lunch and dinner, my parents and I were having our first honest talk about depression.
Up until now, I have always been silent about my political views. As an Asian-American woman, I was taught by my parents to work hard and keep my head down to achieve success. When I was bullied for my race as a kid, my parents told me to ignore the slurs. They told me that if I had good grades, I would show them in the end, that this would be the best form of fighting back. I understand that they only wanted to keep me safe, and acceptance was their form of survival.
Last week, I caught the most unrelenting illness known to man: the common cold. That’s right, ladies and gentlemen, sanitize your beds and cover your mouths, because the respiratory syncytial virus is back in town and he’s not sparing anyone.
This weekend, I decided to never wear eye makeup again. Red lipstick: okay, because I like the way it makes me stand out, but eye makeup: no.
My best friend and I throw around the term “banana” all the time. We see an Asian girl who only hangs out with white people, and we call her “banana!” I forget to take my shoes off when I enter his house, and he goes, “banana!” Then we laugh hysterically at how funny we think we are.
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I believe in God. I’m almost hesitant to start with that because I know many people will write me off immediately. Here’s another article about religion; here’s another crazy fanatic raving intolerance and ignorance. Please. Just hear me out.
GROUP THINK is the DP’s round table section, where we throw a question at the columnists and see what answers stick. Read your favorite columnist, or read them all.