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I hated middle school. I hated my bullies.

I even hate using the word “bully.” The word itself makes me think of juveniles and bad acne.

During those years, there were days I would come home bitter and tearful. The bullying was so bad that even a few teachers would join in.

I left middle school happy knowing that I’d never have to cross paths with any of those people ever again.

So what do you do when one of those bullies messages you on Facebook years later?

Teaching in the pandemic is tough. But after a whole year, there are important takeaways.

I run high-school art classes online and in person

I used to feel ashamed crying in public. Now I embrace it every time.

In 2020, I started keeping my ‘crying diaries’

I used to laugh off anti-Asian jokes. Now, I will stick up for myself every time.

It’s been too easy to downplay racism in the past