The struggles of poverty and domestic violence that I experienced have become the major motivation that has pushed me to work hard and to become a better version of myself. Growing up, food was scarce, and life at home was difficult and often violent. I was a trash picker at seven at the Battambang city dump, scavenging plastic and glass materials to sell to the recycling firms for a few pennies. After witnessing the suffering of domestic violence that my mother faced, I became determined not to live the kind of life that my mother endured. This also fueled my interest in gender, human rights, and social change.
On May 22, 2020, I graduated as the Honor Student of the year with an Associate Degree from Montgomery College (MC) in Silver Spring, MD. Like millions of 2020 grads in America, I too, graduated from home with my DC host family. I successfully raised a total of $52,500 to pay for my education and transportation expenses, and that thankfully to all my friends and donors, without them, I would have not made it this far. Kindly note that I have been contributing 50% of my work study earnings for a total of $19,567.
In November 2019, I started applying to several 4-year liberal arts colleges in the U.S. to earn my Bachelor’s Degree. In early March 2020, I was admitted at three colleges: Mount Holyoke, Smith College, and Dickinson College. After a critical evaluation, I made a decision to accept Smith College’s admission offer.
Since Smith College offers a generous financial aid package, I am no longer seeking donation funds to support my education expenses. I hope you will still follow up on my education journey as I move forward to a new chapter at Smith College.
Thank you for your interest and your support.
My BLOG Posts
On Tuesday, August 31st, I called Edmond while walking back from Smith’s Welcome Back Orientation to my rented apartment. I said over the phone “I feel very exhausted to be surrounded by so many people.”
I still vividly remember the last time I sat in a normal classroom. It was in March 2020, my last semester
You’re turning 30 in less than a month. You’re thinking about getting a tattoo, the one you have always wanted for a while. You had asked a friend to design one for you. You told her that it was the last memory you have of being with your brother before he died. That last time
I video called my mother tonight through Facebook Messenger. My mom’s health condition has been declining for the past two years, and it is getting worse every day. I cannot imagine all the physical pain that she is going through each day. She spends almost all her days in bed and on a wheelchair. My
Every week by Thursday evening, my body feels exhausted, my brain starts freezing and my shoulders become really tense. I would then stand outside my apartment to catch a breath of fresh air as I hear my soul telling me “I’m exhausted.” This is not a new feeling; it has happened before. I now remember
In December 2020, for my final paper in Comparative Politics course, I wrote an Op-Ed research essay about Myanmar entitled, “We Can’t Rush Democracy: Myanmar Needs More Time.” In the essay, I noted the country’s complex political history, throughout its decades of independence, Myanmar has struggled with military rule, civil war, isolation from global affairs,
This morning I watched the PBS Live Streaming of the debate in the US House of Representatives on to impeach President Trump and remove him from office before Inauguration Day on Jan 20th, exactly a week from today. The congresswomen/men were debating whether to adopt an article of impeachment that accuses President Trump of “inciting
I scrolled through Instagram last night and it was Nov 9th in the motherland. A picture of the King Father, Norodom Sihanouk who freed Cambodia from the French colony on Nov 9, 1953 was posted on the Cambodia_Royal Instagram page. I liked the photo and went to bed.
This morning I wake up and it is
Most nights I dream about my artist life. Something always goes wrong in those dreams, either the light did not turn on stage, my teammates were late, or I missed my cue. Last night my artist life came back in the dream. This time I was ready for my cue, but my teammates decided to
As the new decade begins, I find myself wondering if the world is going insane. In 2019, the Amazon forest was on fire and at the beginning of 2020, Australia is on fire. Iranians are mad at Trump and it seems like WWIII is becoming a possibility. To me global warming is clearly a fact,
I sit across
the table from Asa at Nando’s in Dupont Circle and said, “I can’t believe I
am back. Three weeks at home feels like a dream.” The word “home” referred
to my homeland, Cambodia. I visited “home” for the first time after
living in America for 3 years and 1 month. To be exact I stayed in
Feminism is my favorite topic in this class. The history of feminism fascinates me because I am one of the many Cambodian women who grew up following the strict cultural rules that expected women to be proper and submissive in our male-lead society. In the book, “Political Ideologies,” the author, Andrew Heywood wrote that Feminist
My number one birthday wish this year is for myself to stay mentally and physically healthy, so that I can continue my exciting, yet challenging life journey in America, the land of opportunities. I thank my ancestors, the spirits of my father, brother and God Buddha for keeping me and my family in a safe
I cried last night. I cried because I felt the pain that my friend had. The feeling might not be exactly the same as she felt, but trust me, I could relate to it.
Have you ever felt lonely? confused about your life, not knowing what to do or where to go? I am sure you
Earlier this morning, I received a text alert from my school that the school delayed opening until 11am due to bad weather, which meant that all the morning classes were canceled. But, of course my classes were in the afternoon, so I had to go to school anyway. The school alerts are very accurate. When
My co-workers are minorities. They are adults in their late 20s. Kalen is half white half black. Matt is Spanish-American and Traven is African-American. I am Asian. After leaving work, we agreed to get dinner together to celebrate the holiday season. It took some time for us to choose a restaurant since our budget was
The world is full of mysteries. You may make plans for your life but you will not be able to control the unexpected events that can either tear you apart or bring you to joy. These unpredictable events come very often. Sometimes they come one at the time and sometimes they come as a group.
Edmond and I went to listen to a talk by Amy Goodman. She is a journalist, a reporter, an advocate for democracy and social change in America. She founded Democracy Now 20 years ago. The program is now distributed to 1,500 TV and radio stations.
The venue was crowded with people of all ages. The talk
9:50am! Here comes, the one and only professor for Spoken American Language class. Dragging her bag across the hall to the classroom, she is bringing the graded papers for her students. She is a beautiful elderly professor who is originally from Brazil. She is energetic, caring and loving. She rarely disappoints her students unless they
Academic writing is so difficult. There are so many rules that students need to follow in order to get a good grade. Sometime I feel stuck when I have to write my first draft paragraph in class. I sometime stare at the computer for 10 minutes without knowing what to write. I panic at the
The day that I’ve been waiting for has finally arrived. My first semester at Montgomery College has just started today. I am a freshman now. I started my first day of class by taking the ESL test and I have two more tests to take tomorrow. Despite having many hoops to jump before I can