When I was growing up, there were always things that I could expect for dinner. For example, we’d have white rice every single day, something very typical of an Asian family. But also something I could count on was fish at least twice a week. I don’t know if that had anything to do with being Asian or not, but I do know that I grew to love fish. Man oh man, I loved every single bite of every single fish I tried. So when I came to Cornell and discovered that some people don’t eat fish at all, I was pretty surprised. How could people not like the delicious fishy taste that I so loved? In any case, I quickly learned that Cornell was a pretty diverse place and fish was the least of our differences. Whatever, I would just keep eating fish and they would just keep missing out.












