The Quarter-Life Crisis of a First Generation Immigrant Part I: Between Forks and Chopsticks When I was in my senior year of high school, I remember applying to one of the more prestigious admission scholarships offered by U of T. Amongst the many, many written responses I had to submit, I remember one that… Continue reading “The Quarter-Life Crisis of a First Generation Immigrant Part I: Between Forks and Chopsticks”…
