Sometimes, I think college will stop me from exploring. I may be exploring the world educationally, but I want to do stupid, crazy things.
Now that I think about it, I don’t really want to go to UCLA if it means that I have to give up hope on art. Even though I’m moving in tomorrow, I feel this pang of regret — art’s not the same in LA. I want to be in San Francisco, I just want to travel the world and see what it’s like out there. I want to inspire myself to do great things, because right now, college is only self-serving.
People tell me that going to college will make me a better person, teach me how to help my community more. But at UCLA, I will have to leave all the community service that I’ve been doing in San Francisco behind. I’m contradicting myself, huh?
They say that I can go an study abroad, but… I don’t know.
UCLA, please be kind to me, my wanderlust, and my lackluster feelings. Don’t make me let go of my art, my travels, and my passion.
Let me do stupid, crazy things, but remind me to not be selfish.
What my education means to me:
For the three years, I’ve been working with the school district to improve schools… but I feel like I haven’t done much. Especially not with so many laws and rules and regulations. So many students from Central America don’t have the resources to do well in schools. What can I do when the government is not obligated to help? The school I go has many new-comers, and they also don’t have as many resources as their peers. What can I do if immigrants aren’t the American government’s priority.
That’s why I’ve been thinking about going into educational law… I think I can actually do something meaningful with my life by advocating for something I’m so passionate about.
But at the same time, my parents don’t like that I want to pursue these things. I have no “job security.” Well, for now, I’ll just continue to be a neuroscience major, and see how everything turns out..
A frequent comment on food websites is that I should avoid discussion of politics or social conditions and concentrate on the food. My host, serving me a humble but tasty Lao style laarb could be missing three out of four of his limbs but God forbid I ask the question: “Hey there,…
This is a 3D print of Vincent Van Gogh’s severed ear. It was made using cells from his great-grandson [EDIT: actually his great-great-grand-nephew], Lieuwe van Gogh.
If you’re in Germany, you can stop by and whisper in it.
*I’ll edit this post when we add more lists! :3
*We’re also going to release a JapanLovin’ Traveller’s e-book soon! :3
[ Sticky: Again, sorry for the lack of posts lately. ;3; April turned out to be the busiest month for me this year.. yet. @A@ (Commissions are still closed, by the way! (except those who reserved long ago) I’ll update you guys soon~ ;-;) ]
I’ve been to Japan, but I want to go again. I want to immerse myself into the culture, and the people, instead of just travel and take pictures. I mean, these are great things to do, but … I want to see what life in another person’s shoe is like.
Which leads to my next point… empathy and sympathy.
Today, in class, when Lauri (professor) asked us, “Do you think we can teach empathy?” no one raised their hand. Frankly, I was shocked. To be the only person with his/her hand raised got me a lot of looks, and a lot of backlash… They tried to educate me… They tried to tell me what the difference between sympathy and empathy was, when sympathy is clearly a phase of empathy. Even researchers have mapped out how we feel, and how our brain empathizes with others. It’s simple, and people shouldn’t make it convoluted.
It shocked me because it made me think back on all the things that happened in my past — a flood of emotions LITERALLY went flying in. I didn’t show it but, I remembered what it felt like to not have food on the table, or what it felt like to not have parents home, to have the police knocking on my door, what it feels like to be in the ER, or to have a social worker question my parents who know minimal English.. Wow that sentence was not parallel, but I felt like shit. Did these people really think that empathy couldn’t be taught? I like to tell myself and I like to believe that everyone has their own kind of suffering. To another person, suffering may be having to eat kale, but to me, suffering may be having to pay for college on my own. But we still experience the same level of suffering. Our perspectives and bias from our own lives skew and delude the way we look at suffering. So the fact that they didn’t raise their hands raised questions.
I wonder if my beliefs are incorrect.
I needed cute bunnies to accompany this post… because… bunnies.
Now on a more serious note:
Privilege in college. What does privilege mean and how does it differ from when I was in SF, and when I’m in LA.
I don’t even know…
the huge gaps between the “haves” and “have nots” just make me cringe