Hi everyone!

Your second blog post will be due next Wednesday, October 8th at 11:59 pm.

For this assignment, you must do two things

1. Post your monologue

2. Attach a self portrait, which can be a photograph, an image, a cartoon, a drawing, or some other depiction of how you see yourself.

As a little bit of help for you, I am posting my monologue that I wrote my freshmen year here for you to read through and get an idea of what you want to write about. It can be anything, so be creative! Make it as funny or as serious as you want.

I am a multiracial individual. A product of two cultures from two different countries located on different sides of the planet. And I love it. I wouldn’t trade my heritage for anything.
I am a Japanese Irish American. A mix I have found that a lot of people are surprised by. But it’s the only thing I’ve ever known, and coming from a home that had two cultures present, I learned to appreciate the different cultures out there. I have always been fascinated by culture, and not just my own. As a small child, I would beg my grandmother to tell me stories about her childhood in Japan, or to teach me the language. Her childhood stories painted a vivid picture of Japan during World War two. Her house was a museum to me. It was filled with things from Japan, from little origami animals to statues or other pieces of art. And despite my constant pleading to be taught Japanese, she never tried to probably because she didn’t think I had a use for it. I never met my family from Japan because my grandmother was the only person who immigrated here. My grandmother and my mother are my only connections to my Japanese heritage.
My Irish grandmother passed away when I was very young so I never really knew her. But I have so many family members from Ireland living here that I learned much from them. My religion comes from my Irish side, I am a Roman Catholic. I value the morality I have gained from being raised a Catholic.
Being multiracial has taught me so much. One of the main things it has taught me is that race doesn’t matter, and that’s because I could never associate with one race. Whenever I have had to chose my race and I am only allowed to pick one I always select “other.”
Sometimes I find it surprising that even in the twenty first century it is still rare to find multiracial individuals. Coming from a small high school, and an even smaller grammar school I was excited to come to Baruch because of how diverse it is.