This post is about Jimmy O. Yang. It’s about how we got into the relationship, why it’s the worst relationship in the world, and how to fix this marriage.
The Bad Things
Jimmy and I met the same time I was dating my first boyfriend. I remember it was the summer of 2012, we flew to Chicago together for our first trip to the Windy City. I think my dad had gone to the same school as Jimmy’s. We met at a random college party.This post is about Jimmy O. Yang.
A few months ago, when I first arrived at the University of Nebraska, I quickly learned how bad the academic climate was. But it got better, thanks to the enthusiastic, thoughtful, and well-spoken student body.
In September of 2013, I was on the campus of the University of Richmond in Virginia when several students walked toward me and took my hand in a welcoming gesture. They told me they were interested in learning more about my background and what I was studying. At theThis post is about Jimmy O. Yang. It is not about anyone else. It is about him, and his life.
My life at the time had already taken a turn for the better, but we shall see. Today I write about my life as a student at UCLA, my life as an aspiring actor, my life as an aspiring writer, and my life as a teacher.
In 2015, I entered UCLA. In 2016, I graduated from UCLA. In my last year of grad school, at UCLA, the day