I dug up an essay on extended definition that I did in sophomore year. I’ve always been confused about my roots and thus had a hard time trying to explain “no, I’m not from Singapore.” or “Yes, I used to live in the States. No, I wasn’t BORN in the States.”
This essay touched on some sticky issues, including racial discrimination. I honestly don’t know what compelled me to write about that incident, considering how my composition teacher at that time is an American…
Wandering Introvert 