As a high school senior, I rolled my eyes when I first heard “Ching Chong Ling Long Ting Tong.” At the time, I did not fully realize the implications for the precedent set by Alexandra Wallace.
I never liked the peculiar smell of the onions she would put, but as I bit into the sandwich, I realized that the marinated onions in my mom’s sandwich did not smell. How can onions not smell?
Who knew that there was so much to know about culture?
Culture that is so deeply rooted within its own community,
It aspires me to write about my own life adventure.
I write what it is to be Hmong, what it is to be me.
For the past 29 years, UCLA’s Nikkei Student Union (NSU) has put together a cultural night commemorating Japanese culture and remembering those who were incarcerated during World War II. This years theme, Worlds Apart, explores the differences between American and Japanese cultures and the trials of assimilation faced by many Nisei.
Royce Hall was nearly full and Frank Warren stepped out on stage to an audience screaming and clapping. He welcomed everyone to PostSecret with blank postcards and the question, “Are we keeping secrets? Or are they keeping us?”