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julia, nineteen.
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yale 2015.
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"Happiness: love, laughter, friendship, purpose, and a dance."





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these people changed my life in one way or another, and i’m so happy to have met them all. i couldn’t have asked for a better group of people to have been randomly placed with to live with for four years. i have a great story about each and every one of them, and i’m so thankful. three more years :)
Anonymous: Sorry if this is personal; How did Mao ruin your family? & Why did you go to China? Just vacation?

well, my mom’s side of the family was urban and educated. my great grandfather apparently went to school in france at some point, and he was a professor. so my grandfather and his siblings were all very educated. my grandmother was as well. then mao came around and did shit that fucked everyone over (great leap forward, etc). and then he started targeting people like those in my family. the biggest thing is that when my mom was young, her dad did work for mao. during the hundred flowers campaign, he was the one who wrote down and recorded all the complaints and improvements that others had. unfortunately, he got fucked over because all of those were interpreted to be HIS complaints. he was shamed, fired, publicly humiliated. honestly i dont know a lot of the details here but i know because of that my mom and her sisters were targeted by their community. then when my mom was 15 she was sent out to the country to be “reeducated” for 3 years (my dad as well). neither of my parents finished school. my family went from educated, pretty well-off and established to dirt poor and having nothing in a matter of a few years under mao. as for my dad, family on his side was driven out of their village because of mao’s rise to power. my grandpa on his side was a village official and therefore had the biggest house and most power, but when mao started to rise they were all driven out. same shit happened to my dad when he was a teenager as my mom. mao was the reason my family left china.

and yeah, we went to china on vacation. i hadn’t been back since i was 10, and my family has never all gone back together. so we went to china and did the tourism thing - beijing, guilin - and also visited family in guangzhou/foshan. spent a little time in hong kong, where my sister was born, too.

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prefrosh season. sitting outside half tipsy convincing people to choose Yale over Stanford or Harvard or Princeton, man, it makes me realize how much I love this place all over again. but now it’s bittersweet. just like two nights ago when he came back from a senior send off crying, the first time I saw tears on his face, because he realized we only have three years of this left. three years of long talks, long walks, on warm nights and cold. three years of brotherhood and sisterhood with people you never ever expected to meet and know and love in your entire life. three years of freedom, carefree, and a life ahead of you. I have three years with these amazing people and god, I better make every fucking second count.

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why is it that sometimes, all that is wrong is all that feels right? the good, it’s bland like saltless fries or mild salsa, just barely there. 

so we chase danger. we chase everything we’re warned about. we’re all endorphin seeking adrenaline junkies and we run and run and run after whatever it is that’s our next high or next win and before we know it, we’ve run too far and crashed. 

it’s exactly that addiction, the addiction we love and hate, that drives us to do crazy things. it puts you running and screaming almost naked through the night, too drunk to care about the witnesses to your lost bet. it switches on that part of your brain that makes you crazy, drunk, obsessive. it opens your mouth and lets the words fall out—fears, secrets, confessions. it lands you under the covers with someone who shouldn’t be there, wakes you up to snuggles and kisses and cutesiness and something masquerading as love.

maybe it’s just one of those days. one of those weeks, or months, or some indefinite period of time. a phase when everything is upside down, too distorted for me to know my boundaries anymore. 

Anonymous: would you say you are extraverted? and do you find that you are drawn more towards extraverted or introverted people? or perhaps both equally?

definitely extraverted - it’s not so much the outgoing thing, but rather being alone for too long makes me depressed. and i think i’m drawn to both pretty equally. while it’s easier for me to meet and start to get close with extraverted people, introverts tend to be easier for me to get closer too and trust. 

Just realized I still have access to Tumblr in China!

it’s our last day in Beijing and I’m sitting at breakfast. we’re heading to the great wall today, and we fly out to Guilin in the morning.

there’s something weird about being in china - this feeling of guilty outsiderness, where I should feel like I’m returning to my homeland, my parents’ homeland, but all I feel are stares, stares from guys who aren’t used to seeing girls who dress, walk and talk like my sister and me, stares from security guards and policemen that stand stock still every five feet on any given sidewalk, stares from all the people who are convinced my sister and I are twins.

we walked to tiananmen square yesterday and my mother refused to take a picture in front of the gargantuan portrait of Mao, the man who ruined my family.

we walked through the forbidden city and I struggled to remember the five month crash course in Chinese dynastic history that I finished about a year ago.

maybe it’s just Beijing. maybe I’ll feel more at home in guangzhou.

Anonymous: from that "ask me" post you posted some days ago: J, M, O, Q, W

J: Jealous of - Sounds like a copout answer but I’m not really jealous of anyone… I kind of just feel like I have everything I want. And if I don’t now, I’ll figure out a way to get it. If someone else has it then good for them.

M: Milkshake flavor - Oreo definitely

O: One wish - To get a fucking internship this summer.

Q: Question you’re asked the most - Can you say something in Chinese? hahaha

W: Worst habit - Smoking a lot when I’m drunk

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My voice shakes when I speak the truth about something important. When I’m revealing something to people for the first time, or I open up, or I’m trying to explain my emotions and vulnerabilities. It’s a weird thing but it always happens. 
Anonymous: what was it like at brearley?

hahahaha it sucked. i wanna say it was one of those situations where i  didn’t realize it sucked until i left, but no. i knew it was bad. just not the extent to which it was bad. i dont like being around girls that much as it is, and being in a grade of 50 gossips really sucked. it’s not their fault either—i was the same. being in a group that small makes it a lot harder to not care about shit that doesn’t concern you, and it took me a couple years before i could get to that point. plus, backstabbers abound. and some social climbers, etc.

academically, it was hell. rigorous hell. it kicked my ass. but i’m thankful for it; that’s the good i took away from brearley. as much as i hated my life there and was fucking miserable and unhappy, the education (which i never, ever would have expected to get) was worth it. oh, and the art too. :)

sorry if you wanted a more objective description.