In high school I cared about grades to get into university. In university I care about grades to get into masters programs. It feels like this endless loop, where I am always associating my self-worth with the marks I receive.…
Aaniin! Can you believe that it’s already the end of October? As the week draws to an end, so does First Nation House’s annual Indigenous Education Week. I look forward to it each year because there are always so many…
Now that the first month has passed by, I wanted to revisit my earlier goals for this work-study term. One skill I really wanted to develop was the ability to facilitate workshops and meetings. I have a quiet voice, so…
Ever since I was a little girl I always claimed that “the sea is nice and all but I am going to live near the mountains.” I also always spoke of “going back” to Chile – the country both my…
The best thing about living in Toronto is that there’s always something to do. This is especially significant as a student when you start having a multitude of new experiences (i.e. living on your own, planning your future, finding your…
I’d like to think of myself as pretty “internationally-minded” (whatever that means) and I suspect a lot of Torontonians would too, seeing as we live in such a diverse and multicultural city. Apart from that, I lived in a few countries growing up and am still sometimes in conflict with my own cultural identity and what or how I choose to identify myself to others. For me, the question of “Where are you from?” can evoke different responses depending on the situation (and how interested I think the other person is in hearing my entire life story).
Since I chose not to pursue a major that deals directly with issues of multiculturalism I’m always looking for ways to learn about intercultural topics in more formal settings, especially as I’m equally fascinated by the theory part of all this as well.
My Neighbour Totoro. Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs.
Char siu bao. Maple syrup pancakes.
Red pockets. Christmas trees.
As a child, I never questioned why my life was a mix of Canadian and Chinese culture. It had always seemed natural to participate in each culture’s respective traditions and indulge in its entertainment and food. I didn’t realize that this was partially due to the fact that I was a diasporic Asian.
Any self-proclaimed Totoro enthusiasts here? (Hand shoots up.)
“So, what do you want to be?” Before even entering university many of us are plagued with this question from well-meaning family and/or friends. But most of us don’t have an answer. And, even after entering university most of us…
At least twice a year, I reread Thomas King's The Truth About Stories, which is an academic staple for students in my field, Aboriginal Studies. I've noticed every year, students tend to reference and gravitate towards the story "I'm Not…
