Some people complain about the monotony of dining hall food – and at week eight, who wouldn’t? – but now I see what I didn’t see before. I see luxury.
When this election refers to “them,” people are talking about me. I am half Mexican and half Egyptian. Half “should-be-deported” and half “should-be-interrogated.” Half “build a wall” and half “build a bomb shelter.” The noise about what to do about me is so loud, it might not seem as if I have a voice at all.
I am half Mexican and half Egyptian, reader, but don’t ask me what I am. Ask me where I’m from.
That way, it’s a conversation.
How do I explain that it’s different for me, for other first-generation and/or low-income students? That maybe, socioeconomic class can influence which classes you take, what majors you lean toward?