As an American-Born-Chinese living in the United States, I have experienced the best, and worst, of two worlds. Growing up, I struggled with finding my identity alongside my peers. While on the outside I have the standard appearance that labels me as “Asian”, this alone has singled me out from the predominantly caucasian student body at school. People have stamped me with the word, “nerd,” without me even opening my mouth to speak, and classified me as being “mathematically intelligent” without taking into account my efforts I placed into the class outside of school. But throughout my life, I have learned to acknowledge my heritage, as I realized the discrepancies between people is just another indicator of our individual uniqueness. Particularly
