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Month: November 2017

Toast, eggs, coffee

I will not be shy about admitting that I have found the love of my life here in Singapore. He has arrived to me in the form of thick multigrain toast slathered with chunky peanut butter. It sounds like an incredibly familiar snack, not very foreign to the average North American resident as a breakfast

Becoming francophone

I have a lot of respect for those who go to countries where they don’t speak the language at all. I took French all throughout middle school and high school, and though it was a big help in figuring out my life here in Paris, I still felt like I was constantly running into language

Affirmative Action, dit “Discrimination Positive”

  “What do you consider yourself?” “Probably a liberal.” “Oh well, you know we say that the American left is about the same as the French right.” – an excerpt from a recent meeting I had for a group project.   I’ve had various opportunities through my Legal Studies curriculum and my Speech Team experience

My professors actually look like me…?

Unlike the many exchange students I’ve met in Singapore, who often tell me about how conspicuous they feel in their classes, I’m happy to say I’ve experienced the exact opposite. As an aspiring teacher, I’ve done lots of reading about the positive impact teachers of color have on students of color. But as a Chinese-American,

Midterm Wake-Up Call

Midterm season in Milan is finally over and what a wake up call it truly was. Classes at Bocconi are very comparable to Northwestern classes in terms of difficulty, but not so much in terms of how you are assessed. At Northwestern, your grade is typically broken down into multiple categories including but not limited

arrivederci America!

I have always been obsessed with Italy and it’s culture and have always had a deep connection to Italian culture and arts. For these reasons, my decision to study abroad in Italy was one of the easiest decisions I’ve ever made. I will be attending Bocconi University in Milan for the fall semester, and I

A beautiful city built by kind people

The more I live and learn about Singapore, the more I believe that it was built by kind people. By that I am referring to the societal infrastructures and constructs that have manifested throughout history. Many countries that I have previously lived in have had corrupt, selfish leaders that marginalize the socioeconomically, physically, and racially disadvantaged.