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no not really. i am actually that kid in your middle school who’d read the most books to get the savings bond, sell the most tshirts to get a prize, get all As to go to fun fun fun, the list goes on and on…

so when seeing the LJ community 50Books_POC on sparkymonster’s page, of course i’m naturally drawn in…

looking at my bookshelf (about two rows of books), only 7 are written by people of color. i am excited to go on this journey of learning and self-reflection.

the books by poc [people of color] i’ll finish reading this weekend

(1) This Bridge Called My Back anthologized by Cherrie Moraga and Gloria Anzaldua
(2) The Days of Good Looks: The Prose and Poetry of Cheryl Clarke

please let me know if you have any book recommendations : )

It’s the end of so many things… I just finished the seventh installment of Harry Potter (about two weeks too late to be cool.)  I didn’t think I’d get sentimental like other fans but it was a nice ending and I’ll be sad to see the series go. I could use my own Room of Requirement today. : )

School started yesterday, thus ending summer. With exception to the 7 o’clock Karoake hour broadcasted across the entire hotel, I hated to leave the peacefulness of the beach.  It was a spur-of-the-moment all-girls trip and I enjoyed spending time with my aunt before she goes back to Korea this weekend. She’s been practicing writing “Inchon” (the name of the city/airport) over and over and I know she is scared to travel alone since she doesn’t speak English. It seems like a part of me will be disappearing when she leaves (yes Harry Potter analogies seem to always pop up in conversation and writing now); I don’t know when I will see her again since travelling to Korea is so much more difficult now.

I think I’ve kind of “given up” on things in a way, even if it’s just in an academic sense. I decided to not try and graduate a year early afterall and drop my course load from 22 hours to 13. I know reading about how many credits I’m taking isn’t exactly enthralling but I’m just not sure what to do now. Sucking it up is really the only option, I don’t know why I keep dwelling on living here for another year. I still want to pursue the same dreams.

Onto happier thoughts : )