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I had to watch myself for simple things like to not lose my cool and never raise my voice under high stress situations.
Given the current tense climate, it has been three months since any comedy shows have taken place in person. With the current social distancing protocols, a show available through online streaming may be the next best thing.
This National Indigenous History Month, Indigenous students are sharing their experiences at UBC. From classroom debates to leadership across campus.
While most of these statements emphasized the privilege of institutions such as art museums and galleries, they also lacked clarity — specifically around what actions institutions will take to combat systemic racism in either the short or long term.
The true narrative was changed & another created, and it was only Columbus that was celebrated.
Being Asian, to me, means knowing at the end of the day that the whole community is there for each other, ready to face the good and the bad side by side.
Do not mispronounce it. I do not want to correct you twice.
I can't see myself in the signal's static. I speak but I only hear your cadence. :// Bàba, how do you say this word in Chinese?
I wish I could tell myself these answers, but identity, no matter what it’s based on is always constructed and deconstructed. Built-up and destroyed.
I hardly knew some of the people there yet it was, in some comforting, familiar way, its own family meal.
You will watch and read content from cultural icons of my time. You will gain a balanced appreciation for the arts to complement your university application and become inspired by the wits of Ali Wong, David Chang and Awkwafina.
Behind my face mask, I felt tomato bits stuck in my mouth. But I couldn’t let anybody know they were there. I had to prove myself through the fluency of my English that I was from here just like everyone else. That I was not the other.
After being in Vancouver for so long, I find myself struggling to tell my mother about my day in Chinese, bogged down by English jargon and unable to explain my studies to my grandmother and giving up on reading Chinese altogether.
The grocery store can’t replace my parents’ cooking or my brother’s sarcasm or my family’s love, but I guess it’s good enough for now.