Anger was never the answer

Off the Beat

I don’t know, when my Mom was my age, what kept her up at night, what her favorite dance moves were, what her pet peeves were, what her worldview was.
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What’s in a name?

Off the Beat

I realized our names don’t define us — instead we fill them with our own identities. My name has nothing to do with my dad and I’ve reclaimed it as mine. In the end, I’ve decided I don’t need to change my name. I’m happy with just making it my own.
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Under the blue awning

Off the Beat

Being Vietnamese escapes my identity often, in an Americanized world where cultures blend and communities grow increasingly apart. I don’t speak Vietnamese; I was too stubborn to learn. All I know is the food
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Going back to where you came from

Being a first-generation student at UC Berkeley made me realize that my entire educational experience has been a series of “first” experiences. My parents never finished their high school or college degrees in Vietnam, so they carried on the dream of seeing their only daughter graduate from a public university.
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