With the New Zealand shooting affecting our Muslim community, to midterms and tests stressing many students out, these last few months have been difficult and busy for many. Music has always been there for me through tough times and it is the thing that I turn to when I need comfort.
In elementary school, if I wasn’t drawing, I’d be in the city library, lost in a biography of Magritte or a history of Impressionism. I was certain that I’d become an artist, sharing my self-expression with the world in the greatest museums.
From Lucy and Ricky to Lara Jean and Peter, the amount of interracial couples on TV shows and movies have been increasing by the year.
I remember watching people poke around the “ethnic” food platters at my graduation party with extreme caution. It was like watching untrained scientists study a new species.
I’ve never been good at math or science and seeing numbers of any sort make me cringe. This surprises people: I grew up as a classically trained pianist and attended a good private school, and of course, I’m also Asian.
Before I began college, my dad told me that I’d end up being friends with those who were like me—that I’d stick to my “own kind.” What he meant was that the people who I’d surround myself with would all be Asian, a stark contrast to my high school best friends.
Throughout most of elementary school, my parents and I lived in a tiny one-bed, one-bath unit tucked away on the top floor of a house.
I look out of my window in America and
I ask for forgiveness
Will the moon answer me,
Keep my thoughts hidden
On my laptop, you’ll find a bookmarked folder labeled “Beauty,” which is completely filled with articles on Korean Beauty — KBeauty, for short.
