- Sophia's e-mail to apartmentmates: If you want to have your name in the program for general convocation, buy tickets today.
- me: i am doing it right nao
- Sophia: that was mainly for Sarah and Manzini
- and just in case your hippocampus was recently damaged in the last 10 minutes
- me: lol
- Sophia: YOU NEVER KNOW
- SOMEONE MIGHT HAVE INJECTED YOUR WITH A DRUG THAT TEMPORARILY BLOCKS FUNCTION
- OR IMPLANTED YOU WITH AN ELECTRODE
- AND YOU WOULD NEVER KNOW
- until someone realized you were acting funny
- but you would still never know
Coming back to a cool apartment on a hot day, washing your feet, taking off most of your clothes, and taking a nap.
Dance practice x4
watching Li Yundi concert, Elijah’s theatre thing
Dance practice x3
watching TR, PCN
final paper x2
AAA dance showcase
ES senior thesis symposium
5-6:30pm Urban Studies midterm
7:30-8pm Autumn office hours
8-10pm prepping for Autumn
10-11:30pm Autumn practice
11:30pm-12am Dai Girl practice
12am - Triple Rock with roommates
Dance will only get more intense after break. When we get back, less than 2 weeks until showcase!
Dear Mr. Block, Mr. Naples,
It should come to no surprise that I, like many others of the UCLA community, am writing in response to the YouTube video posted by Alexandra Wallace.
Beyond finding her remarks and general indiscretion abhorrent and grossly misrepresentative of the UCLA (and greater) community, I am insulted both as an Asian-American and as a lifelong Bruin.
For Ms. Wallace to typify herself as the quintessential “all-American girl” is especially offensive: I was born and raised in America, and there was no end to the joys of being surrounded with classmates, friends and family from all cultural backgrounds and creeds. But let’s be clear: the opportunity to learn from one another is not limited to or contingent upon a national identity. Airing out her bigotry to the entirety of the Asian student body is not only a ridiculously ignorant generalization of an entire hemisphere of the world, but on an individual level, she touched upon that darkest recess furrowed inside a collective consciousness, one that has touched many of us at some point in our lives: am I American enough?
Throughout my childhood, throughout my teens, and throughout college, I moved around constantly due to my family’s economic hardship. However, there is not a day I did not count myself lucky to have parents who, like many others, made the brave, enterprising and sometimes lonely decision to emigrate to an entirely new country with nothing in hand. The places I went, the people I met, and the things I learned —well, that is what makes us all who we are, as is oft said. What I’m trying to find the words to say is that she’s not only offended me, but also set off something greater than myself and my own feelings.