To the ones who shaped me
Cal in Color
It was inspiring to know that these young adults who looked like me and came from Oakland had managed to accomplish so much.
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Poetry for first-generation students at UC Berkeley
Cal in Color
We need people who we can relate to on a personal level and share our experiences and feelings with; we need to feel understood by someone else.
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Slowly dismantling my weight to carry
Cal in Color
As a first-generation student, the stakes were higher. I had to do work and succeed in school to get my parents out of the working class one day.
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Get that cap and gown
In moments of darkness, I invite you to utilize the same grit, tenacity and determination that has coursed through your family’s veins for generations.
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Mixed feelings
All of my mixed friends can relate in one way or another to this pressure to choose — the pressure to act or present themselves a certain way when with certain groups or this general sense of nonbelonging.
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The myth of a work-life balance
Cal in Color
But the campus and its gatekeepers of all colors still seem to be failing to understand that no amount of special grants for student-parents will make the campus more diverse if the culture around supporting parenting people does not also shift in practice.
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A year of indak: Dancing my way through my Pilipnx culture
Cal in Color
Through dance, I’ve learned to appreciate the nuance of the Pilipinx and Pilipinx American experience, slowly and surely ridding myself of my preconceived notions of Pilipinxness.
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My color among white flowers
Cal in Color
Seeking help or working together does not make me any less successful than my peers. I am graduating for myself, for other Chicanx students, for other students of color, for womxn
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An unfulfilled dream
Cal in Color
I took all the depression, guilt and anger that I had constantly built up within me and took it upon myself to accomplish my father’s unfinished mission. It wasn’t easy to get back on my feet, and I worried that I would fail my father because even though I had a lot of passion and determination, I felt completely lost.
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My diaspora
Cal in Color
A new day begins with a warm, citrus tint cast above the city. I can see it clearly with all its lurid delights. The soo’q (market) is busy with mothers bargaining for lower prices on cabbages and eggplants while children stray further down the marketplace, toward the livestock. They race
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