Within my first two weeks at Michigan I was

asked by a drunk white frat brother whether it was hard to see out of my eyes (they were half way squinty, not all the way there)

I was called ‘halfie’ and ‘wasian’ by a chinese woman whom I had never met before — the conversation reminded me of the way one discusses mutt dogs, cavapoos and goldendoodles

And I was told by my good friend, a black woman, that I wasn’t really asian at all