COVID-19 vaccine is here, it is effective and safe. Having received my two doses, I can finally be assured that my seat belt is buckled while I continue to take care of my patients. Although I will still wear my mask, wash my hands carefully, and keep social distance, I know I am now protected against COVID infection, and most certainly against COVID-related severe illness. So, when your turn for the COVID vaccine comes up, I strongly recommend you get your COVID-19 vaccination too.
In the summer of 1999, a little over a year after I arrived in the United States after my adoption from China, I became a citizen. As a toddler, my parents dressed me up in a small, red-white-and-blue jumper, and I was told there were celebratory popsicles after my ceremony. My citizenship opened up a…
I am a first-generation Hmong-American due to the selflessness of my parents, who gave up everything that they knew in their homeland to immigrate to the United States, all for a better opportunity to provide for my siblings and me. For those who are unaware, the Hmong people are an ethnic minority within the Asian community, typically residing in Southeast Asia – my parents for example were born in Laos but lived in a refugee camp located in Thailand.
I’ve always thought of myself as a creative person, but you wouldn’t know that if you’ve encountered me during my undergraduate years. My time spent at UNC-Chapel Hill has been consumed by a deep dive into service, student organizing, and becoming involved with various political and civic engagement-related initiatives. Over the past three years, any impulse to write a story or poem was pushed down for the sake of “productivity” — with studying, work, or meetings always taking precedent. As I head into my final year as an undergraduate, I’m realizing what a misstep ignoring my creative impulses was. Storytelling provides so much opportunity for both expression and advocacy.