there’s really something unique in being raised in an immigrant/ people of color household. it teaches you the values of our culture, which at the very core of it, share respect (for your elders, or for others around you), sometimes modesty (I can speak for my Asian household). and these are things that some other youth/ young adults clearly do not have or have not learned. it’s a shame
i write a lot. i have this little notebook that i carry with me everywhere.
porque este mundo es increíble.
i love tumblrs. because people these days are so quick to judge and if you happen upon this site, you get a whole different perspective of someone you thought you knew.
because sometimes we don't speak aloud all we want to say. and written words preserve the moment's intensity.
when i write, i think i look for/ hope someone will disagree with me. because they care enough to engage and sometimes i don't want to believe what i have come to conclude.
i'm self absorbed, passionate, vocal though sometimes internally, stubborn, will argue with you if you don't agree with what i think, interested in multiculturalism race relations psychology cross cultural, still figuring it out
Mom finds out I’m an ethnic studies major
1. “So you’re gonna study black people and hispanic people and chinese people?”
2. “Go to harlem and try to help them. See what they say”
3. “Your dad can’t pronounce your major”
Lool we were both laughing/joking and both serious at the same time.
IM AT THIS PHASE RIGHT NOW WHERE I MISS ALL MY FRIENDS.
i’m sitting in the library right now. A woman with her grandson asked a lady next to me how to get her grandson to be able to use the computers. I watched as the two ladies next to be fluidly moved from Cantonese to Mandarin to explain the process and proof of address needed to apply for a library card. It was a moment of sharing cultural capital that I found amazing. It was so beautiful- the willingness and ability to help because of a shared affinity based on language.
I sat there understanding both languages of what was being said, but finding my own tongue immoveable from lack of practice.