Unequal Gender Ratio

California Institute of Technology: a Garden of Eden for innovation in science and engineering. They have an amazing alumni network with 34 Nobel Prize winners and 71 winners of the US National Medal of Science or Technology. Not to mention, it is frequently mentioned in the media: Leonard and Sheldon from The Big Bang Theory are physicists at Caltech and Ocean’s eleven stole an electromagnetic pulse generator from the institute. However, the campus is the epitome of a gendered space—41% of undergraduates and only 29% of graduate students are women. Compared to Oberlin College that was coed since 1833, Caltech only decided to admit women since 1970!

What accounts for this disparity? From birth girls are given dolls and mini kitchens and guys are given blocks—toys that require more logic and engenders a passion for engineering. Naturally, women are not pushed to pursue careers in engineering (math, physics, etc.); it becomes this self-fulfilling prophecy: girls are told that they are bad at math and that they are more creative, leading to more “normal” professions such as fashion designers, writers, models. I still remember when I was little how my Dad told me to watch him do an oil change to gain practical skills in the future. However, both my sisters—although they were not interested in the first place—were not forced to observe. These experiences, universal to all cultures, breed a society that scoffs at women who try to pursue careers outside of the norm.

After years of being pushed towards other pursuits, girls pursue other passions, and Caltech finds itself with an extremely skewed gender ratio. But it is not just a matter of the statistics. I know two senior girls who have visited and applied to these schools who have felt that the community is very divided. Simply being a girl is an anomaly, which hinders women from realizing their full potential. Of course, the school has initiatives to help lessen the disparities, but these glaring differences still persist on campus. Caltech becomes a Mecca for aspiring male engineers with a few female students who have the courage to break all social standards; it presents itself as an obstacle rather than an accepting community for women. To truly get rid of the gendered standard requires an ideological shift and removal of all disparities of opportunities from boys and girls. 

Irony for Thought

*This is not my extra credit blog post. Please scroll down to read my weekly blog post!*

It is currently Monday, 12:27 AM. I randomly thought about this and felt that I needed to pose this question to you guys. Chick-Fil-A's slogan is "Eat Mor Chikin." I guess the cows felt like they were victimized and deserved to live instead of the chickens. However, whenever I go to Chick-Fil-A, I decide to order their Cookies and Cream Milkshake, which by the way is absolutely amazing. What makes it more civil to inject the cows with hormones to produce unnatural amounts of milk to then be hooked up to a machine to milk their utters for the rest of their life than to simply end their life. Are the Chick-Fil-A cows on the advertisements aware of this injustice? If they are trying to "boycott" the use of cow meat, why are they not boycotting all cow products?

Eat Mor Irony

A Modest College Proposal

It is a melancholy object to those who walk through this great school or travel in Troy, when they see the hallways, the classrooms, and group chats, crowded with college hopefuls of the adolescent age, followed by their 20-pound backpacks, all with a face of physical exhaustion and stress. These students instead of being able to easily get into their dream college, are forced to employ all their time in stressing about news reports of record breaking application pools and decreasing admission rates.

I think it is agreed by all parties that this prodigious number of students in schizophrenia is in the present deplorable state of the Troy School District; and, therefore, whoever could find out a more efficient method to guarantee college admissions would deserve so well of the Troy community as to have his or her statue set up for a preserver of the students’ mental and physical life.

I shall now therefore humbly propose my own thoughts, which I hope will not be liable to the least objection.

I have been assured by very knowledgeable students from HYPSM, that College Confidential is the source of guidance for aspiring high school students. It is filled with the most accurate, inspiring, invaluable, and candid advice; and I make no doubt that it will equally serve well for babies, middle and high school students.

I do therefore humbly offer it to public consideration that of the 2,000 students at Troy High, ~99% face extensive levels of stress to get into the college of their dreams; however, only a fraction will achieve their goals. With the use of College Confidential’s advice, Troy High could maximize the number of students reaching the perfect college with extensive scholarship money to pay for the outrageous prices to attend a university. The current average student debt after graduating an undergraduate institution is $30,100. With the extensive guidance from the website, that number can surely be reduced to zero by receiving scholarships and grant money.

As prescribed by many students from the College Confidential website, to get into HYPSM or any top college a student must do the following:

1. Get perfect SAT or ACT scores
2. Be rank #1 by having a 4.0 unweighted GPA and the highest possible weighted GPA (near 5.0 if possible)
3. Take 20+ AP classes
4. Do as many clubs as possible and get leadership positions
5. Become internationally famous by winning prestigious competitions
6. Become a nationally or internationally ranked athlete or musician

Most importantly, College Confidential states the following:

1. Do not waste time sleeping, eating, drinking or relaxing
2. Become a robot with no real passion and emotions
3. Be superficial in nature
4. Believe that getting into college is the most important task in life

Advice like this will guarantee any student admission to their top college desires and reduce their stress levels significantly. Many other advantages might be enumerated. For example, the success of all students will increase school recognition; which will directly lead to increase in federal funding to improve the quality of the school. No longer will there be budget cuts that force teachers to spend money out of their pocketbook instead of helping sustain their own lives; the ~10-year-old textbooks will be replaced with the newest ones on the market to guarantee student success; and most importantly, students will be given more opportunities to allow them to realize their full potential.

I profess, in the sincerity of my heart, that I have not the least personal interest in endeavoring to promote this necessary use of College Confidential, having no other motive than the students’ good of my city, by advancing Troy High, relieving the financial strain on teachers, and providing for adolescents. I am already far too old by which I can benefit from the website.

*HYPSM = Harvard, Yale, Princeton, Stanford, MIT (College Confidential terminology) 

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I decided to post this because someone asked me on Thursday, “how’s your road to HYPSM going?” I was immediately taken aback—as if my existence depended only on my academic success to get to a top college. In all seriousness’s sake, do not go near College Confidential. The part about knowledgeable students is completely made-up; they in fact state the opposite: never go on that website. It is filled with wrong advice and is too focused on simply getting into college. You will become so obsessed with reading peoples’ perfect resume—which does not mean anything in the long run. Pave your own path and remember that it is just high school (HAVE FUN)! Your self-worth and chance for success in the real world is not dependent on what college you can go to. 

However, Chick-Fil-A is actually good for you compared to College Confidential

Consider Death

I doubt this is normal but sometimes I cannot sleep at night because I think about death. Last year I remember trying to fall asleep but not possessing the ability to do so. The only way I find myself to avoid thinking about it is by taking a ton of AP classes. My mind will be so focused on my school work that I do not have time to wonder what death is and what it means. Sometimes during the summer I would just randomly wake up and think about it. Clearly, death presents itself in an elusive manner: it is so commonplace yet so mysterious. Medically speaking, death does not even have a clear definition. Does living off machines—becoming a vegetable—count as death? When the skin and blood are still warm but all circulatory and respiratory functions cease does that count as death? Or is it only when the entire brain, including the brain stem, no longer functions does it count as death?

Forget the medical jargon, death means a loss of our consciousness, memories—all characteristics that make us who we are. I am always left to wonder what it feels like to be dead. If we really lose consciousness, then what happens? Not to mention, in a couple hundred years no one will even remember us. Our existence will simply be recorded by the US government along with everyone else’s death. This inevitable fate is so close but so far away. We delude ourselves into not thinking about it, but death will inevitably creep up on us. Despite the belief that medicine will become advanced to provide immortality, if you simply think about it logically it cannot happen. The world is already filled with billions of people. Death is the only natural phenomena that keeps population in check. The US government is already facing huge issues to provide for the elderly. What makes you think that they want to keep a population that, economically speaking, has no value (unless you are some genius). Alas, death will come—be it tomorrow, next year, or 80 years later.

Humans take refuge in ignorance which allows us to waste their days on Earth. Rather than reaching some existential existence, we fashion ourselves a veil of obliviousness. Instead of valuing a simple drink of water, we take it for granted. Instead of cherishing our time with each other, we find ourselves trying to push people away. For instance, if you were to walk around Troy High and ask people about their parents, they would probably talk about how restrictive they are. Then, ask returning graduates who are at college about their parents. They will tell you about how much they value their parents. People need to wake up already! Death will come. We will all die one day. However, this should not stop us from considering all aspects of life. Away with the obsession with “lobster rolls, lobster turnovers, lobster…” and in with our morality and consciousness (Wallace 655).

These questions will stir-up a lot of debate. Some of you may even think I am crazy. However, this does not stop the power of death. I cannot concede to having found my existential existence. If I were to die today, I would pity myself in that I have wasted 16 years of my life doing nothing. However, for many people this may be wasting 50-60 years of their life. Our society has this firm belief that we will all reach the life expectancy of 80 years—this is not the case for many people. If you died now, would you be proud of what you accomplished? Instead of waiting many years later to do something practical and worthwhile with our lives, we need to start now. Once we reach our imminent death, we will not have to worry about a possible afterlife. 

The Strongest Form of Love

*I based this post off Arm Wrestling with My Father*

Our interactions were rudimentary. The truth is, my parents have never said they loved me or kissed me goodnight because these actions are not in their nature. Never. I think the closest they have ever come to saying something like that was when my physician had to go through a series of questions about my mental health. He asked my parents about me and I guess it led to some forced statement about how they were proud of me—that they cared for me. Our communication was and still is very minimal—even more so with my Dad than my Mom. But with the few interactions I have per day I could feel how hard it was for them to communicate, to help me, to show the love they had for me, the love that I know is there.

My parents are atypical. They are not the expected “Asian parents” who berate me to achieve high academic success. They never check my report cards. When I ask them why they tell me that they already know that I aim for As. They never forced me to go to Chinese school, to take piano lessons, violin lessons, math courses, etc. In elementary school, they only went to one of my orchestra performances and one of my band performances in middle school (I went from orchestra to band to realizing I had no interest in music—making it my own decision to quit completely). They never forced me to take the number of AP classes I am taking. They never understood my neuroticism—my need to achieve the highest on ever exam, test, quiz, assignment I do. Furthermore, compared to “typical” parents in general, they are the complete opposite. They never attend any competitions I have. They are not the eager parents signing up to volunteer. To many it may seem cold; but to me, I know it is how they are.

Every day when I come home from school, Mom always greets me warmly and offers fresh fruit. Something so fundamental—food—but not guaranteed. Mom always tells me about living during the era after the Great Famine. Mom would vividly describe how so many people died and how people were forced to eat dirt and bark from trees to subsist the pangs of hunger. Exotic fruits—mangos, kiwi, things we take for granted—were unheard of during her time. Her notion of love was providing me the variety of foods she never had. Furthermore, she shows her love through her unwavering bravery. One time we were at a hotel swimming pool where they had lap lanes. Naturally people would be kind and adjust to circle swimming to accommodate more people. However, when we entered the lanes, an old white man in his fifties began screaming at us. I strictly remember him saying: DO YOU EVEN SPEAK ENGLISH? I wanted to leave immediately, but my mom forced us to stand our ground. She did not want to concede to racism. Eventually the man left, and my mom stood victorious. Mom’s strong willed character and compassion are her forms of love. I would not give this up for another parent to simply say “I love you.”

During the late 1960s and early 1970s, Mao Zedong declared that one “privileged” youth per urban family had to be sent to farming villages to become a worker/farmer. My Dad decided to go—in effect, he was forfeiting his chances of ever going to a university. However, Dad has—and will always have—a strong conviction to achieve against all odds. Even though he did not receive a formal education, he taught himself. He became an autodidact. Instead of receiving formal preparation for the Gaokao—the National Chinese Entrance Exam that is administered only once per year and decides your future—Dad had to learn everything on his own. This spanned from Karl Marx’s communist principles to chemistry and physics. He knew that if he failed the exam, he would be stuck as a farmer for the rest of his life. When the results came back, he had nearly scored a perfect in math and sciences. His lowest score was in the communist principles—I think—and he did not even have a textbook to study for that part. He  even scored considerably higher than his brothers and sisters who stayed in the city and received an education. Dad’s desire to succeed led him to receive his Ph.D., a feat that shocked his family. Today, he occasionally asks if I need help. He was always there to answer any questions I had on my calculus homework. His hard work to provide a steady income represents his love for me. It is with the money that he earns that he can give me the strongest power humans can possess: an education. His assurance he gives me that he will be able to pay for my education, no matter how far I reach, will always be there is the epitome of love. I do not need someone to attend my competitions. I do not need someone who simply tells me “I love you.” I need my Dad because he is willing to sacrifice everything to give me the opportunities I have today.

As every day goes on, I want to tell my parents I love them. I want to tell them how happy I am. Or maybe, rather than any of this, I will find a unique way to express my love to them.