I Loved School. I Studied Like Crazy.

Ok, It Was Black, It Was Below Grade, I Was Female, Asian American, Young, Too Young To Have Served. Yet I Think None Of The Opposition In That Sense Hurt Me.

It Terrified Me To Have An Idea That Was Solely Mine To Be No Longer A Part Of My Mind, But Totally Public.

I Like To Think Of My Work As Creating A Private Conversation With Each Person, No Matter How Public Each Work Is And No Matter How Many People Are Present

I Really Enjoyed Hanging Out With Some Of The Teachers. This One Chemistry Teacher, She Liked Hanging Out. I Liked Making Explosives. We Would Stay After School And Blow Things Up.

If You Don't Remember History Accurately, How Can You Learn?