Yue Sherry Yuan
I attend a predominantly white university aimed to train teachers for a metro area. Within my cohort, I am the only East Asian American, and within my subject area, the only minority student, period. This makes for conflicted feelings in classroom discussions, as I believe my classmates really want to make a difference in the schools they work for. However, at the same time, a major issue in today’s education system is the scarcity of minority teachers in the classroom, especially when it comes to low-income schools where minority students make up the majority of the class.
Beauty has a language all its own, and every culture speaks a different dialect. In Taiwan, my temporary home, navigating the impossible beauty standards can feel as dangerous as weathering the typhoon season.
With the exception of vibrant overseas dance communities in China and South Korea, Asian Americans like myself are a definite minority in the U.S. Because of small numbers, this might be why most dancers assume we’re from “out of town.”
All I remember about that balmy evening in campus town were the lights of the 12 W Teal MTD bus against the sorority girls tottering in two stops after me.