These were the days where I realized that I had bigger shoes to fill than my cheap, worn-out sneakers. I was ashamed of the Korean culture in which I had grown up.
When their eyes narrowed at my native name, and my lunchbox full of my country’s traditional food was deemed disgusting at my lunch table, I felt something I had never felt before. Torn from a district with a large Asian student body and thrown into halls where I was one of few people of color in my class, I felt the eyes glued to me as I walked the halls of my new white, conservative elementary school in my discount size three sneakers that hung loosely off my small feet. Habin Hwang, Staff Writer | October 1, 2020
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