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If there is one thing that is consistent throughout the annual housing process at Penn, it is the drama. Each year, the housing process comes and complicates so many friendships, leaving some people hurt, and others feeling guilty. How does a group of friends turn so easily into fragmented groups of fiercely held grudges?
In November, a friend of mine reached out to me over Facebook Messenger. We had never really gotten to know each other very well since then, and this was our first online conversation.
Months ago, I was sitting in the lobby of Harnwell College House with a friend. We were talking about our faith when he asked me:
Last school year, I was sitting in a study lounge in Hill College House when my friend showed me an Instagram photo on his phone. It was a picture of a girl crying. The caption was: “Worst day of my life.” It was Ivy Day — when all the Ivy League universities release their admissions decisions.
Whether it’s dining halls or food trucks, restaurants or Wawa, let’s stop calling food disgusting.
“subtle asian traits” is a Facebook group boasting over 900,000 members. It’s a meme page where Asians can post experiences or traits that they think are relatable and funny. When I was added to the group and tagged in posts, I laughed at a good number of them, and they validated a lot of my experiences as an Asian American. There was a sense of camaraderie, knowing that I wasn’t alone in my Asian identity, because it definitely felt like that in my white hometown.
As a kid, I hated taking piano lessons. I wasn’t that motivated, and I would frequently get reprimanded by my teacher for not practicing. In seventh grade, I decided to stop taking lessons altogether. I was burnt out on classical music and had no interest in continuing.
“So, how’s Penn State treating you?”
When I think of Halloween, I remember in high school opening up Google and typing in the words: “Halloween costumes for Asian men.” I remember being anxious about who I would dress up as. Every year I remember feeling discontent about my costume, and weirdly out of place at Halloween parties or while trick-or-treating. I realized that in my white, Connecticut hometown, Halloween made the one thing I wanted to hide so clear: I was Asian.
When I would start to stress out about school, my hands would immediately go to my phone and earbuds. I needed to listen to something to take my mind off my thoughts. I would put on a podcast or listen to some music.
I remember working through my Common App and in the Primary Major of Interest section, selecting chemistry. At that time, I was sure of that major, and I wanted to let Penn know that.