Everything that I thought made me worthy of being here, that I fought to read and learn alongside my studies, feels insignificant
The ostracism I felt had forced me to choose between my identity and the chance to have friends.
I regularly feel overlooked in favour of my white peers. I know that this isn’t just a ‘me problem’, having discussed this with my other Asian friends, but it feels incredibly personal.
My grandfather, Dada Ji, died in October 2019, but I only learned his name this summer. As much as I’d like to claim that it...