I just got my grade back for my phonetics exam, and I received a 94, oh my goodness. Ya girl has pulled A’s on all her exams so far this semester, but I haven’t come away unscathed. I have like 30% more breakouts, 50% less sleep, and I drink way too many espresso shots on a daily basis now. 

BuT I wanNA BE thE VeRY BESt. 

I still have three more exams to get through October— one on Monday and two the following week. But then I get to go home and snuggle my dog for like two days, then come back and somehow construct a larynx model. I’ll cross that bridge when I get there. (Also, people in my department need to stop pronouncing “larynx” like “larnynx.” Y’all are in speech pathology, you gotta stop that shit.) 

Hope your midterms are going well! I know I’m not a perfect example, but take some time for yourself! 



personality types!

reblog with your personality types bolded, for your own reference, or for your followers to get to know you better! add some others if you know any (such as hogwarts houses: not a typical personality test, but they give other people insight into what you’re like!) ones with free online tests are linked.

name: Samantha

zodiac: aries, taurus, gemini, cancer, leo, virgo, libra, scorpio, sagittarius, capricorn, aquarius, pisces.

myers-briggs: istj, isfj, infj, intj, istp, isfp, infp, intp, estp, esfp, enfp, enfj, esfj, estj, esfj, enfj, entj, entp.

the four temperaments: melancholic, phlegmatic, choleric, sanguine.

enneagram: type one, type two, type three, type four, type five, type six, type seven, type eight, type nine.

alignmentlawful good, neutral good, chaotic good, true neutral, lawful neutral, chaotic neutral, lawful evil, neutral evil, chaotic evil.

Hogwarts House [x, but Pottermore is better]: Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw.

(Source: jethrocane)

Language will evolve irregardless of your attempt to literally lock it away in a secluded tower. Obvs.

— Welcome to Night Vale, episode 55: The University of What It Is (via the-librarians-of-night-vale)

Joseph Fink has a nice track record of criticizing language peevers

(via allthingslinguistic)

Sometimes I want to go to my classes looking as exhausted as I really feel so my professors will be like, “damn, we really did a number on that one, our bad, go home, clean yourself up, stop sobbing, maybe go sleep a good 5 hours for the first time in 3 weeks.”

But I don’t want to give my cohort the satisfaction. I want them to think that I made it to the top of the class effortlessly so they’ll think, “omg queen, maybe we should stop being racist little assholes to her.”

Yeah, this post just took a turn, didn’t it.

Hello everybody! Taking a much needed break from my studies to come on here to whine about my studies. 

If y’all didn’t collect it from my last post, school has gotten serious. And I mean, these-next-couple-of-semesters-determine-whether-or-not-I-go-to-grad-school-so-don’t-fuck-it-up serious. I’ve been hit with test after test and lab after lab, only to be followed by the stress of also finding time for finding volunteer/internship opportunities in nearby schools. I know it’s a strategy the professors employ to weed out the weaker students— I know they’re purposefully trying as hard as they can to dispirit their students. They admitted so themselves. They know that the best eventually rise and flourish from immense amounts of pressure. It’s why they only accept 32 students into their grad school program. It’s only been four weeks and I’ve already had so many nights of self doubt, of “can I really do this?” And I’m sure there are more nights of that to come. When it comes to my academic abilities, I’m a whirling cesspool of insecurity. However, If there’s anything I’ve really determined though, it’s that I really love speech pathology. I can gush for hours about the differences between speech and language, on the research behind pre-lingual development, on the multicultural differences in approaching linguistic development, on even the way your mouth changes to form vowels and consonants (think about it— the little nuances are amazing!) It’s interesting, multi-faceted, and I feel like I can really leave some sort of mark on the world if I take this path. I can help give speech and language back to those who struggle to reach it. Not to mention, I’d never be bored. There’ll always be something; some new research or study, something that will be groundbreaking in the field. 

So even though I have a neuro exam, a phonetics quiz, and a lab due all tomorrow, I’ll guzzle more coffee, hunker down, and power through. I want to be one of the few that rises to the challenge, that succeeds even with the odds stacked against me from the start. More than anything, I want that ticket to graduate school.

What’s sacrificing one night of sleep in comparison to the sheer magnitude of what I could do someday? 

Cheers, everybody! I hope your studies have been going well. Wish me stamina for tonight and luck for tomorrow— lawd knows I’ll need it. 



I know this means nothing unless you’re a speech path major at sac

But my first Roseberry exam is tomorrow and I feel like everything I did in my life has led to this moment and I am so scared out of my mind like what, my brain is so mushy right now and as much as I’m starstruck by her, I’m pretty sure she’ll be the thing in my nightmares knowing that she basically holds my ticket to grad school and ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

I feel sick.

"I’ve been back in school for a week and I’m already having a conniption," a poem by samanthawin

ooh, content

Thank you chekhovandowl for tagging me in this thing so I can put something on my poor excuse for a tumblr 

NAME: Samantha
DOB: In the fall of 1993. 
GENDER: Female
TAGGING: papergramps, my-way-is-the-hyway11, wynesthesia, bitchmemoirs, thediaryofaagirl, cfenthusiast, submarinedreams,derkleineorangecaptainnarcolepsy, ananeya, preoccupiedthoughts, languishdark, friesfoguys, mandreww, dangerrevolt, loydberg, fatherkickers j0nawithazero, and literally anybody else who wants to do it, the world is your oyster. 



I’m not in a good mood today.  


FOOD: bún bò huế, peanut butter, rice crackers, and all fruit except jackfruit. and eh on bananas, but I’ll eat em. 
MOVIE: Spirited Away, Castle in the Sky, Dear Zachary, and Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2
TV SHOWS: The Office, Doctor Who, 30 Rock 
BAND: Coldplay, Aerosmith, and HAIM. And Michael Jackson, idc if he’s not a band. 
PLACE: The Huntington Library and Botanical Gardens in Southern California. Or Big Sur. Or Phước Hải. All of them. 
SCHOOL SUBJECT: English/Literature, Linguistics 
ACTOR: Colin Firth 
ACTRESS: Meryl Streep, Helena Bonham Carter

SIBS: None
DREAM JOB: Clinical speech language pathologist or novelist.
FEAR: Bees, wasps, hornets. Anything that can fly and stings. 
RELIGION: Buddhism. 
PIERCINGS: Run of the mill ear piercings. 
LANGUAGES: English, eh in Vietnamese, somewhat proficient in American Sign Language. 


reason behind my url: It’s literally my name with a phonetic mockery of my last name. 
# of blogs: One. 

Today on: “what do you mean I spent 130 dollars on a brand new textbook and still have to pay 53 dollars for the supplemental audio CDS which are mandatory for my class and apparently don’t come automatically with a new textbook even though you said it came as a package, you blood sucking motherfuckers.”

capssanon asked:
your hair looks nice ^^

For 100 goddamn dollars just to get it colored, I’m glad you think so hahaha ;-; 

In all seriousness though, bless your heart! Thank you for being so sweet. 

Today on “I spent 100 dollars on my hair for the first time today and what the hell, why be poor while looking nice when I can be ugly and rich.” 

So um. Hello.

I took an unplanned, unannounced hiatus this summer from tumblr and writing in general. And I wish I could explain why in a wrapped up, beautiful, and succinct answer, like, I was off ‘finding myself’ or something existential in manner because aren’t all writers supposed to be fickle like that or something? Simply though, I just felt like I had to get off of tumblr for a while because I’ve been on here for too long and I just needed to get away. I didn’t really have anything to contribute, so why force it, you know. Does that make sense? I really just fell off the radar in general this summer, not just online. Life and times of an introvert guys; sometimes I want a day to myself, sometimes I want months. 

I suppose I decided to finally sort of come back because a certain piece of mine has gotten a major resurgence in exposure within the past few days. I’ve received touching messages and commentary on what my writing has done for some of you. Most importantly, I’ve gotten a lot of thank yous. And it’s the thank yous that really get to me because you’ve been thanking me for voicing the struggles of Asian women, for voicing the struggle of growing up Asian in America. But I’ve been quiet for a long time, and I feel really undeserving of those thank yous you’ve all been lavishing on me. I’ve remained quiet on recent events that, in the past, I would’ve been immediately vocal on, and in some ways, I’m ashamed of myself for not making my opinions known. Staying quiet in times of oppression does nobody any favors. I know I’m just a little person in the corner of the internet, but I’m still somebody. 

I’m pretty sure all of my regular readers are gone now. But welcome to all you newbies! I hope you’ll stick around for a while, even when I’m moody and decide to not show up for six months.

Again, my bad y’all. 



taeminimal asked:
i've been going through your writing tag and your posts about vietnam bring me nearly to tears. my family goes on and on about how i used to be able to speak perfect viet, hue accent and all, when i was small, but now i can barely speak anything and i feel like i'm losing the part of me that's vietnamese. reading your writing was like reading my thoughts in your words, and it really touched me. you are a truly talented writer

Ahhh thank you, you are so sweet. I definitely know the feeling— I’ve actually written another piece that spoke specifically on losing the language as well— pre kindergarten, I spoke in Vietnamese only, even went around singing cai luong haha. I’m glad you can identify, but I’m also sad that you can identify just because feeling like you’re losing touch with your cultural roots is such a bitter feeling. It’s nice to know that there are others going through the same struggle though. Maybe one day, we’ll both be able to reconnect to our roots the way we want to <3 

hale-fyre asked:
Hi. My name is Chris. I just wanted to tell you thank you. Your spilled ink about opening your eyes and racism (specifically catered to my ethnicity group) really hit home. I've had to go through every single thing that was mentioned and I cannot express my gratitude enough so I hope a simple thanks will do. I really appreciate it. Thank you so much.

Hi Chris! Thank you so much— your words are so kind. I feel a little bit undeserved of them because I haven’t been writing lately, but hearing from people like you really encourage me to come back and start writing again :’) Thank you again and I really appreciate all the love you’ve been throwing my way.

I’ve been super struggling with the job hunt this summer. Nobody wants a college student with a resume full to the brim with volunteer experience. I decided that I should probably play to my strengths, so I’ve recently started looking for secretarial/clerical jobs. My typing speed is about 110 wpm with 99% accuracy (I had this tested just in case I needed this information), I’m fairly proficient in computer literacy, and I’m an organized neurotic to a fault. 

But man, if there’s one thing I found out pretty quickly is that there is practically no such thing as an entry level secretary. All the job listings are saying that a typing speed of 70 wpm would be great (which gets me excited, because, oh boy, am I about to really knock their socks off and get hired right away), but then at the bottom, there’s the damning statement of: 3+ years clerical experience required. 

I’m lucky that when I’m home for the summer, I’m fortunate to have food provided for and a roof over my head. I’ve sent out probably 50+ applications since I’ve been home, and not heard back from one. Finding a job is not easy.

My mom and I just watched a movie where this smart college graduate got this super awesome job at her dream company and everything, and some dude that had a crush on her made her feel guilty for pursuing her dreams and her career instead of pursuing him so she quit her dream job to fly to New York to apologize for being successful and tell him that she quit and uprooted her whole life to be with him?? Even though it took her months to get that job??

Why didn’t she just dump this guy, keep her dream job, and get a dude who supports her like the goddess she is, I don’t understand.