Part of it is because law school has made me so self-conscious. It's really not conducive to idealism, and everyone judges (me included). I worry that my classmates will see my thoughts, and granted, I do choose to put them out there, so I should be prepared for all the haterade. It's hard to be that strong.
I miss studying history. I miss thinking about the vast realm of all that has gone on before me, rather than the small space that comprises my everyday life. I miss going to Black April commemorations. I haven't been any lately, since they always coincide with finals. I want to come out and show a young face, to show that young people still care. We haven't forgotten the sacrifices of the past. Although our tongues become stiff, our history remains a part of our identity, stronger than all the stereotypes thrust upon us.
Thanks Bao Phi for reminding me of the Vietnamese in me.