New York - New York

Having been away from the city for almost a year, it was a refreshing experience to randomly visit New York again. We can chalk this experience up to the spontaneity I have been seeking in life. In some sense, I do miss the sounds of taxi brakes screeching, hordes of Chinese people in both Manhattan and Chinatown, not to mention the ridiculously overpriced bars and clubs that populate every block in this lively city.

What was even more refreshing was the sight of my college friends - the same ones that I may or may not have seen in the past two years. Sometimes, I am absolutely blown away at the fact that it has been nearly three years since many of us have even gotten together for an outing (because many graduated a year before I did). What this realization means is that we have indeed arrived in our mid-twenties; what comes with this territory is more overburdening responsibility, and certainly much more awareness with regard to decisions that could impact the rest of our lives.

For one night, though, the nostalgic feeling of being in college again permeated each of us. We gathered at Porky's on 21st street between 5th and 6th avenue - home of the perpetual college crowd that seemingly refuses the notion of growing older. The venue was everything you could ask for in a typical northeast college bar: droves of white people (in Manhattan -mind you - the most diverse city possibly in the United States) getting intoxicated on draft beers served in plastic cups, overbearing loud music consisting of Bon Jovi's greatest hits, drunken make-out sessions all over the place, and sticky floors to boot. For a second there, I was transported back to Saratoga Springs, or even Boston for that matter - based on the nearly homogenous scene alone. This fact makes you wonder why anyone in New York City would consider waiting in line and having to deal with the bouncers outside (Note: I did have fun inside - but that can be attributed to being with my friends. I did, however, just win a free open-bar party at Porky's for this Friday, which I had to decline.).

Nevertheless, it turns out that in college, the people I was closest to were for the most part, Asian. I tend to forget this fact when I hang out with almost no one from my alma mata in Boston - preferring instead to associate with my high school friends and other people I have met in Boston. The night can be characterized as fun and awkward at the same time because my ex-girlfriend of three years and I share a lot of mutual friends. I guess it is a little strange that I have a tendency to stay in touch with those that I have been in a relationship with - even if 'staying in touch' means merely sending each other a birthday message here and there.

Because I haven't seen her in a year, her presence made me feel a little strange. For a short moment, I felt like we were still together because we were in the presence of all of our college friends, not to mention a bar that brought back the nostalgic college feeling. She made it clear to me (thru the loud music) that it was awkward for her too to see me because she is dating someone, and when we were dating, she hated the fact that I stayed in touch with my ex's. The night ended typical enough: respect pounds with the boys, hugs with the girls, and an awkward half-hug followed by the Hollywood-slow motion walk away from the ex while Semi-Sonic's "Closing Time" played over the loud speakers (just kidding...that would have been funny though). As awkward as that may have seemed, I am very much okay with this relationship structure I’ve managed to cultivate for myself.

The rest of the weekend can be characterized as a money-spending expedition, where I managed to throw away almost three months worth of my drinking budget at one single venue. New York City can be an extremely expensive place if you don’t pay attention to your spending habits. I can see how people might be caught up in a New York moment, especially for those not accustomed to city living: Bright lights, lively nightlife, plethora of similar aged people everywhere – it’s essentially the largest meat market packed into one small over-developed island. However, if you’re young, single, and present-oriented, New York is certainly the place to be and will have a lot to offer. On the other hand, if you wish to save a little money, and would like to ultimately develop a life beyond drinking, clubbing, and expensive mediocre dinners, New York may be the worst place yet. I do sincerely enjoy my infrequent visits. Any more trips might jeopardize the positive impressions I have attached to this exciting city.

Abandoned Homefront

Abandoned Homefront

This article in the Boston Globe got me thinking...

I have been volunteering at the New England Shelter for Homeless Veterans for about 18 months now, and I have come to know some of the people there quite well. What started as a rather uncomfortable, seemingly forced attempt at volunteering has actually turned into an enjoyable experience where everyday, someone manages to enlighten me with their diverse experiences. Just today, I was enlightened by a flamboyantly friendly gentleman named Steve, who taught me about the literature of J.R. Tolkien.

Nevertheless, the dichotomy in my everyday life is fascinating in a sense that during the day, I work with immensely privileged and brilliant scientists and by the time I reach the shelter, I encounter those that have seemingly hit the trough in their lives. For one reason or another, they are in the shelter – unable to gain solid economic footing and forced to co-exist with a large group of men in a common area – all of whom share a unique bond in serving in the greatest military force in the world. Yet, these men and women are largely bright and cheerful – seemingly content at the fact that they are among their peers – despite the apparent hard times that may have recently befallen them.

These are the same men and women who were once at the front line defending this country from all threats – foreign and domestic. Many of them come from more socially disadvantaged backgrounds. Therefore, probability is that many face difficult transitions to civilian lives – resulting in their ultimate fate inside the walls of the shelter. Aside from the government subsidized shelter, it makes me wonder how the United States Government actually provides for its soldiers after they return from combat. Is there a pension involved? Are there career advancement opportunities in the private sector for those former soldiers who risk their lives at the front line?

Given our current situation in Iraq, I begin to question the merit of war – especially having to deal with the aftermath of the soldiers when they return to civilian life (granted the number of soldiers in the shelter is minimal compared to the vast size of the US Army). It seems to me that largely disadvantaged young men and women join the all-volunteer military in order to get out and see the world. For many, it is their only opportunity to move away from the poor conditions that may have plagued their lives growing up. Yet, these soldiers have absolutely no opinion when it comes to their deployment because they are bounded by the military credo – an oath if you will – to abide by the orders passed onto them from higher ranked officers. Lower ranked officers are supposed to abide by their superior’s orders; no questions asked.

As one moves up the military chain of command, the one at the top is the commander in chief - who by all means - has stood at the other end of the socio-economic spectrum for all of his life. For the most part, he has no idea as to the concerns of those who serve in the military. It is this same military that is currently being used as an occupying force in Iraq; and for what? Bush went to war under false pretenses in order to protect the interests of the multi-national corporations and the wealthy elite that essentially paid his way into office. In return, they ask that he fabricate a non-existent threat in order create a sense of urgency so that these corporations can increase profits and reward the shareholders (i.e. Halliburton). Four years, 3,300 American deaths, and an imminent civil war in Iraq later, we discover that these corporations are still generating fantastic profits. Their leaders and shareholders are very much content with their lives…but who is ultimately paying the price to preserve the American way of life?

Not only are funds being diverted to meet the increasing need to protect our soldiers abroad, these same funds are being siphoned from the very social programs that provide the basic necessities not covered by private enterprises; necessities such as public education, social empowerment, crime prevention, etc.

This type of thinking ultimately brings me back to the shelter. As I serve one homeless veteran after another every week – greeting them and seeing the looks on their faces – I can’t help but wonder if they ever stopped to think about how the government has essentially failed them. They fought to preserve the principles of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. In reality, though, they were used as pawns to protect the interests of a wealthy social elite that holds the power in this country. This same elite indirectly guided our soldiers to war in the Middle East. While many die overseas, and many more suffer emotionally as a result of their tragic loss, where do we begin to find justice for those who die to protect our country from a justification that was fabricated?

Life Decisions

I turned 24 a few days ago – and much like many of the previous birthdays, I don’t feel much different than the preceding year. I am still in the same job, have the same friends, and frequent the same establishments. The only difference, I suppose, is that I am now closer to my mid-20’s than at any other point in time and therefore, cannot be considered ‘young’ anymore. In colonial times, I would probably already have been married, conceived six children, and probably half way to an early grave as a result of poor dental hygiene and daily laborious physical labor.

Thankfully, we live in the 21^st century – a time of technology, microwavable dinners, and the age of global warming. Aside from the threat of global catastrophe, most people, including myself, need only worry about personal, non-life threatening issues that may seem miniscule in comparison to the concerns of even our parents when they were growing up. Just to provide an example of the extreme differences: When my parents were my age, their concerns revolved around having enough food to eat when they were fleeing Vietnam, caring for sickly family members, and adapting to a new culture where the customs and the language were completely foreign to them.

In stark contrast, my concerns are whether or not I will be able to get into a good law whether I will be able to pay for my education, or how I will spend my summer – whether that be working in New York City for a major law firm – or taking leisure time to pursue endeavors of my own interest. From an external perspective, my parents’ concerns back then easily trump the concerns I have now. However, the times are different. Essentially, our parents risked their livelihoods in order for us as first generation children of America, to pick up where they left off. Therefore, the fact that I have these choices presented in front of me is a true testament to the success of my parents to be able to provide my siblings and me with unlimited dreams beyond anything they could have fathomed when they first came to this country.

With that said, one of the inevitabilities of gaining an extra year of wisdom is that you tend to think about things from different perspectives. From year to year, this realization is barely noticeable. However, when compared to my thought process when I first embarked on my college journey six years ago, the perspective has changed dramatically. For example, my main concern when I first left for college was primarily social; the thought of getting away from home and having this whole new sense of freedom became my light at the end of the tunnel. Although I wanted to excel academically as well, I didn’t exactly know why I wanted to do so – only because I have seemingly been programmed to do so from an early age.

In some sense, I did well in both these respects, and wouldn’t change my experiences at all because these experiences contributed significantly to my ever-evolving thought process. Presently, as I prepare the necessary steps to become a law student, the perspective has completely changed. Rather than being excited at the prospect of leaving for school again for purely social reasons, this time around, I am much more apprehensive.

This feeling can most probably be attributed to growing older and having the vision to see more than just four years down the line, as it seemed to be while I was in college. When I was younger, there were less things to consider: Will I like my classmates? Will I fit in socially? Now, the questions circulate around: Will I be able to get a decent job after graduation? How will I pay for school? Will I meet the right people in the next three years to further my career? The social aspect definitely takes a back seat to the more pressing issues.

Along the same lines, I have come to realize that my academic success in law school could be vital to my employment opportunities in the future. Not only that, but I have come to realize how important an established network is in contributing to one’s success – hence the hesitation I have with leaving Boston yet again. For the first time, I have a concrete goal to do well in my legal education because my actions at this junction in my life could potentially dictate my life and opportunities for possibly the rest of my life. Perhaps that is why I have been finding myself thinking a lot – about my next three years, my career, my family and friends, etc, and essentially, how my decision now could impact the rest of my life. Try as I may - but no Excel Sheet will be able to give me a definite answer as to where would be the best destination for me. I simply have to close my eyes and jump.

There is less than two weeks for me to make a decision. Perhaps I may be putting too much emphasis on this process itself. As they always say, things will ultimately work out in the end. Unfortunately, very little people are able to provide advice for those who are caught in the middle of the process. Welcome to 24, and to the first days of the rest of my life.

City of Angels

I found the therapeutic powers of sunny skies and warm temperatures to be absolutely amazing. For the past few days, I have been hanging out with a dear old friend in southern California. When I left Boston, it was a balmy fifty degrees – but the day before, it was hovering slightly below the freezing mark. Therefore, I was certainly surprised and relieved at the fact that when my American Airlines yet (I refuse to fly Delta anymore) touched down at LAX and the temperature reading was in the 60’s.

Since being in Southern California, I have felt like a completely different person – one that has been buried deep within as a result of the frigid cold that has plagued the Northeast for the past few months. Certainly, I have been searching for avenues of escape from this cabin fever, which I now strongly believe contributed greatly to the sense of seasonal depression that I have been feeling lately. Needless to say, LA provided a perfect outlet to spend some time away from home, and away from the unnecessary pressures that have plagued my life – ranging from frustration at work to the uncertainty of law school admissions.

Granted, I have never been one to run away from the issues that I need to confront. At the same time, at least I know that I would be returning home in a few days with a fresh outlook on my current situation. Hopefully, I may be able to apply this outlook to the issues that I may have to deal with back home. In other words, Los Angeles has provided me a beacon of light with which I could use as a guide..

In the last couple of days, I have been overwhelmed by the different life style that many seem to embody as compared to Boston. Aside from the incessant number of hours spent driving around the vast Los Angeles county, LA has provided an amazing experience for me to reflect upon. I have been to most of the neighborhoods in LA county, with Venice Beach topping the list as my favorite destination because of the diversity in the crowd, as well as the beauty of the waves crashing into the remarkably smooth sandy beaches.

The most significant experience in this trip that seems to immediately pop into my head, was my visit to the UCLA campus. Never before, have I felt such a great sense of awe with regard to a magnificent college campus. The sight of the beautiful quad, traditional buildings, and beautifully paved campus nearly gave me tingles as I came to truly understand why so many people come to California and never leave.

At the same time, I tried rather hard to relate the euphoric feeling that I had towards the campus, to my current law school aspirations. I have honestly never even considered California as a destination for legal studies. My mindset, for as long as I could remember, was to remain in the Northeast, save some money, and establish a network for my future legal practice. Upon walking on the UCLA campus (not to mention the many conversations I had with my dear friend with regard to risk aversion), I was quick to realize that perhaps my calculated approach to life, may not have been the best decision.

For a long time now, I have been searching for elements to complete a sense of emptiness that has plagued my well-being. It was on this southern California campus that I may have realized at least one of the missing elements – a sense of gratified risk payoff. To put it a different way – one of the best feelings in the world is to know that you have accomplished something that may have incipiently been thought of to be impossible (think Harold & Kumar in Whitecastle…the inexplicable feeling of accomplishment for gaining that one thing you truly long for). But against all odds, you manage to achieve your goals – thus resulting in an overwhelming sense of accomplishment.

My presence on the UCLA campus on that day made me realize that seemingly all my life, I have played it safe. Economics was a safe major; so is attending law school in the region that I have become all too complacent. Everything that I have done up to this pointing my life has seemingly been calculated to a point where the sense of failure has been minimized to the greatest degree possible. Perhaps it is this realization that I have lacked that incredible feeling that may come with feeling the rewards of a risk well-taken – thus contributing to the sense of nagging emptiness that I have felt for so long.

How – one may ask – did I gain such an inflexion point standing on a UC campus? UCLA symbolizes a remarkably high goal for most people trying to gain entrance into its doors. Even more so, are the fewer students who are trying to gain admissions into their law school. Therefore, UCLA represents what I think I should shrive for at this point in my life so that it may serve as some sort of motivation to life and studies. To me, LA seems like this incredibly wonderful place (most probably because the places that have been chosen for me have been unique in their own sense, and therefore, represent all that is good about this region) and yet, I do not seem to deserve such a heaven-like state of living – at least not at this point in my life.

However, if I choose to apply my work ethic and fledging intellectual capabilities, I may one day end up in such a magnificent metaphorical place. Please keep in mind, though, that I am using LA as a metaphor for such a magnificent destination when in fact, this destination can be anywhere. Do I need to take some magnificent risk in order to reach this destination? Probably – but only then will I truly be able to feel a huge sense of gratification with my own decisions.

That is why I respect and admire the decision that this dear friend made to come out LA – despite the plethora of reasons pushing her to the contrary. By taking such a life-changing risk, she has managed to come out on top, albeit plenty of trial by fire. Otherwise, she may have been left stranded five years down the line asking herself, “What if?” Even though she seemingly made this decision to the opposition of many of her friends and colleagues, in the end, you must always look for what is best for you, and not what everyone else thinks is the best for you. So far, I haven’t the slightest clue what is best for me. However, I hope to be prepared to take that risk when the necessary time arrives.

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It is Monday afternoon and I am still in Southern California, typing away on a park bench in a beautiful, secluded park tucked into the suburban neighborhood of San Marino. The weather is probably hovering about sixty degrees with overcast skies with a slight breeze. The reasons that led to my being here in the park, instead of the Northeast, can completely be attributed to my inability to read an online calendar. It turns out that I misread my itinerary before I took off for California, and I never bothered to check my ticket the whole time I have been here. The prospect of messing up my flight was foreign to me. Therefore, I can only laugh at the fact when I was standing at the airport E-ticket kiosk on Sunday night, absolutely bewildered because I wasn’t going to make it home for work on Monday morning via the red-eye flight.

What this translates to is another day in Southern California – which I normally wouldn’t be complaining about – except for the fact that my being here cuts into my friend’s daily schedule in which she did not plan. This experience is slightly reminiscent of the time last year when I was in Miami while a Nor’easter pummeled the eastern sea board. Luckily, our flight was not cancelled, but my girlfriend-at-the-time’s flight (we broke up during the trip) was cancelled because she was flying to Newark.

Even though the situations may not necessarily parallel one another exactly, there are some strange resemblances. The most significant one, though, is that I had a choice to remain in Miami – but for some un-compelling reason, I chose to leave. In this situation, however, it wasn’t choice that led me to stay at my destination longer. Rather, fate seemingly controlled this situation to the end (or else, I would be forced to admit my short-comings when it comes to reading calendars on orbitz.com). Yet, I didn’t hesitate or regret my extra day in Southern California, and may have chosen the same option had the opportunity arisen. Therein was the difference.

I don’t exactly know how to read into this situation, except that it may contribute to my current desires for adventure. My whole predicament with my interrupted travel plans is not characteristic of my being, as far as I’m concerned. I am usually quite detail-oriented when it comes to meticulously planning trips and making sure that I follow the schedule from beginning to end (with a complete disregard with what goes on in the middle). The deviation from a scheduled regiment is something in which I am unfamiliar, but I will seldom refuse these unplanned situations into my otherwise mundane life. In fact, I hope that this trend continues, so that I will be able to break free from this strangle-hold that has controlled my life. What’s the fun in predictability anyway? I have plenty of time to be predictable while in law school.

One more thing: the fears presented in the last entry turned out to be completely unfounded. I should be okay…for now.

Depression Intact

This whole process has made me feel an overwhelming sense of depression right now, and this feeling has just been exacerbated further by the news that I have missed the financial aid deadline at UConn. What this essentially means is that I will not be considered for any grants, but rather, but straddled with a mountain of loans. Of course, I have no one to blame but myself. How can I be so stupid in not reading my acceptance letter completely? How have I done nothing to follow up with the status of my financial aid? Why is it that time again, I fail to come through when it matters most -particularly because this is one of the most important decisions that I will make in my lifetime?

As a result, I am not feeling myself - forced to turn inward and internalize the rage that I have been feeling. There is no one to blame but myself. I hate myself.

UCONN Law

Law school can be the beginning of something incredibly enlightening. The prospect of attending signifies the attainment of a goal that I set for myself many years ago. Since then, I have seemingly designed my career decisions based on this assumption that I will ultimately end up in law school. The significance of this achievement is perhaps why I am so reluctant on making a hasty decision with regard to where I want to go – there just seems to be so many unanswered questions, as well as questions that may not have crossed my mind yet.

Nevertheless, I visited the University of Connecticut School of Law two weeks prior to their scheduled open house for accepted students this past weekend. In a sense, I wanted to see for myself what the campus felt like on a typical week where the administration has not taken the liberty to beautify the school in an attempt to entice prospective students. Thank goodness my friend was available to show the group around. Otherwise, we may have been left with only the shell of an impression because all the doors to the buildings were locked.

There are so many positive attributes that I can think of in attending the UCONN. For one thing, the school provides a great education at an extremely affordable price. UCONN also yields a solid reputation in the legal community, and it would provide me with equal access to both Boston and New York City after graduation. The campus is almost everything that I desired in a school: gothic architecture, tradition, and a sense of community solidified by a beautiful campus in a wonderful location in West Harford.

Granted, the campus is but a stone’s throw to the ghetto. But the dichotomy between the rich and the poor will serve as an ever lasting reminder of the socio-economic differences – unlike Skidmore, where anything outside of upper middle class was not visible. Most significant of all, though, is that Hartford will be able to provide me with a home away from home. There are so many factors that seemingly guide me away from the prospect of staying in Boston. Quite frankly, staying at home for my three years of law school – a time of self-reflection and the ground works of a fledging career – simply does not warrant the kind of self-growth and reflection that I seek in my current life.

On the other hand, though, I am reluctant to face the social prospect of attending a school away from a major metropolitan area. The diversity of the student body will certainly play an extremely significant role in influencing my decision. What the last two years have taught me - which essentially reaffirmed my previous beliefs – is that I connect much better with minorities – and in particular Asians.

The thought of having to deal with another social bubble during my three years of law school would serve as a huge impediment to my success, as I have come to strongly believe that success in life is determined largely by the people that you meet, and the environment in which you are presented. Therefore, the operative question should be: Should I focus solely on my education in an attempt to further my career afterwards? Or should I take my time in law school as a chance to develop intellectually and socially, where I would look to make life long friends and colleagues after graduation? Which do I value more, and will it be possible for me to obtain these factors in another law school?

APA provoking thoughts

Alas, the mourning period for Brownie is over. It is time to move on with my blog...

In the last week, I have attended a couple of Asian-centric events: The first one was a lecture by a good friend at Tufts University, who was the recipient of the 2005 Watson Fellowship. He went on to study the development of hip-hop culture in several different countries in Asia. More recently, I attended the Harvard APALSA Conference on Law and Public Policy ("Yellow Peril?")- where future badass lawyers of the world congregated at the law school to share their sentiments with regard to APA related issues. I shall elaborate more closely on both of these events below.

Hip Hop Culture in Asia

I have always known my friend Ryan to be a fantastic activist with regard to APA related issues. Therefore, I was excited to see him speak at Tufts University, particularly because we missed each other in Houston after my debacle at the airport a couple of weeks ago. Nevertheless, this time was going to be the first time that I would see him speak and engage in a topic that is of significant importance to him. Originally, I thought his talk was going to be mostly about what he studied in Asia: How Hip Hop Culture made its way to the Far East, and simply how that development has evolved with the changing socio, economic, political, and popular culture.

His passion for this topic was captivating and I was quite impressed with his ability to speak with such confidence on the subject matter. I was pleasantly surprised, though, when he seemingly changed the course of the topic to be more reflective of the broader Asian-American identity, and how there is a pressing need to develop a culture that we can claim as our own – and it was this part of the lecture that truly stuck with me.

The most thought-provoking question that he presented was simple, “What is Asian American culture?” – in which no one in the room could answer, including myself. Upon further reflection in the car with friends, I came to the realization that I have always had a specific definition for what Asian American culture means to me. More specifically, I have always perceived that the mere fact I have grown up in a bi-cultural setting, has in return, created a distinct Asian American culture. On the one hand, I speak Chinese at home and with my relatives; listen to Chinese songs; watch Chinese movies. On the other hand, I am as main stream as what most people would consider a typical American northeast liberal person: liberal arts college graduate; collegiate rower; avid cyclist; TV enthusiast. Therefore, my ability to straddle both cultures, in my definition, represents the true Asian American culture that I embody.

Upon further correlation with Ryan’s statement, my definition of Asian American culture simply does not stand. The reason is this: my experience is atypical. Certainly, there are many first generation Asian Americans in this country who share similar sentiments and experiences as I do. At the same time, there are many more who could loosely define their Asian Americanism as something else. Therefore, Ryan argues, there needs to be a movement to push for a more cohesively agreed upon definition for Asian American culture – whether the contributions come from the private or public sector, arts, entertainment, politics, etc.

Certainly, I was fascinated by the entire idea of creating a culture of our own. Ryan utilized the example of black culture and how that contributed to the creation of hip hop, jazz, and ultimately, a connecting sense of unity among a particular ethnic line. Why then, is it not possible for us to follow in the footsteps of African Americans and create a culture that is our own? Again, Ryan covered all of his bases in this lecture. He discussed his generally-agreed upon reasons as to why there has been less of a unifying movement for Asian Americans: In a simple list, Asians are passive, have a tendency to work for personal gain, and quite frankly, are complacent with being labeled the model minority as long as there is enough financial compensation to support the material binge of many Asian families.

In a nut shell, though, I embody a lot of these characteristics. Therefore, it is fully possible that thus far in my life, my aspirations to become a corporate lawyer serves as a backlash to what Ryan has defined as impediments to the development of Asian culture. Certainly, there are points to which I agree with him wholeheartedly. Then again, he does not necessarily recognize perhaps the rationale behind Asian’s drive for a financially rewarding career. To say the least, many Asian Americans in this country, and particularly on the east coast, are among the first in their family to graduate from college. Therefore, it is in my firm belief that for many of these people, financial compensation is a means for them to define success – particularly if monetary issues have been significant factor in their youths. In my own life, I know that having to constantly worry about the financial situation of my parents while growing up in the suburbs, contributed to my strong desire to pursue financially rewarding careers – like that of a corporate lawyer.

Nevertheless, since I am not contributing to this fledging development of a core Asian American identity and culture, then I am certainly contributing to the contrary. At the same time, my mind possesses these vague notions of desiring to help others – to work in the public sector as a defense attorney or for other public interest-oriented jobs. It is my desire to create a greater sense of an Asian American identity. But I also have a mindset – molded by my poor childhood – to pursue the financially rewarding route. Regardless of my choice, I hope to be able to utilize my career as a means to promoting this identity development because I foresee the types of benefits that could potentially derive from such an identity: political awareness, inclusion into the political scene, and perhaps, finally, the incorporation of Asian Americans into the mainstream media where we would no longer be viewed as perpetual foreigners.

APALSA

The transition from what I have just written above to my sentiments of the APALSA conference is indeed an abrupt one. For one thing, I discussed the need to develop a unified Asian American voice to act as an entity to influence political decisions. However, my experience at the conference reflects a completely different feeling. Before I go any further, though, I feel the need to preface this section by saying that never in any setting, have I been more intimidated than by this event – where the caliber of attendees simply blew my mind. There I was – standing among the dominant future lawyers, judges, corporate CEO’s of the world – and I could not help but feel insignificant compared to them. Normally, I would not be as intimidated, but looking around and seeing only Asian faces certainly heightened that feeling. Granted many of these students probably do not have significantly more fascinating life stories as someone like me. At the same time, though, because I have gone through the law school admissions process, LSAT’s, recommendations, and personal statements, I understand first hand how difficult it is to achieve distinctly high results without putting in a lot of effort. Therefore, if anything, I was completely in awe of the people who possess the drive and intellect to reach such high levels of achievement.

Back to my original point now: Even though I was intimidated by the conference overall, I couldn’t help but think to myself that so many of the students present, myself included, simply had the monetary mindset in mind. Ryan’s speech essentially made me reevaluate my priorities and goals – if only slightly – because he was able to interject a dimension into the argument that I may not have considered. He made a point to indicate the propensity for Asians to get rich, and move off into the suburbs with a lot of other Caucasian people; thereby abandoning the Asian communities in which they were once a part. I must admit that I do share the same desires, which makes this realization all the more frightening. Once I do make the money, will I just abandon the communities that have contributed so significantly to who I am? Or will I utilize this money to garner influence in an attempt to effectuate change?

Certainly, this isn’t completely new and it wasn’t my only realization. During one of the panel sessions, the panelist eluded to the previous nights’ festivities, in which Congressman Mike Honda was the key note speaker. Honda allegedly asked the crowd of Harvard Law Students whether any of them were first generation college graduates. Surprisingly enough, none of them raised their hands – which brings up an interesting question with regard to the influences of socio-economic levels amongst Asians and how that affects the overall performance of the children of these off springs at gaining admission to the most elite institutions in the world. The discovery of this phenomenon somehow made me feel more proud of my accomplishments; as a son of poor, Vietnamese-Chinese immigrants, my siblings have managed to escape from the ghettos and acquire a good college education. At the same time, all of these achievements were accomplished without the significant aide from parents or family alike – which, according to my interpretations of the Mike Honda inquiry – seemingly dictates the rates in which these people are accepted into top institutions. Therefore, should I really be kicking myself that certain doors were not open to me at an early age? Should I be bothered by the fact that these people (HLS students) – who I strive to want to be – came from much more privileged backgrounds that I could ever fathom?

Nevertheless, I have to say that this conference was indeed an eye-opening experience. On the one hand, I want to be financially stable. On the other hand, stability promotes conformity, which is something that idealistically, I cannot stand for. As I progress in my legal career, these APA related issues are going to be popping up sporadically, and I will be forced to confront them. I just hope I will be prepared to meet the challenge.