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Towards a New Beginning

Hello everyone,

It’s Gen here! Hope you are all doing well in the blogosphere. I decided to write a blog post about my experiences as an undergrad and graduation. Given that my words are not always clear, I wanted to see if I could describe the feeling I felt not so long ago.

Some of you may know that I graduated 2 weeks ago and some may not. I now understand when people say that “time flies” because these past 4 years flew in lightning speed. I can say that I took advantage of all the opportunities with my university and what I so proudly call my home. I was able to have 4 jobs, studied in D.C., had an internship at Justice, and was a chancellor honors student for 4 years! Through this course of my undergraduate career, I met people that have changed my life in the best way possible. I thought coming from high school I was knowledgeable and mature, but coming to college was a different story…


I am a first-generation, Mexican-American, and a bilingual student. I am the first one in my family to graduate from a university. As the oldest of 10, there is a sense of responsibility and determination because my hard work is reflected among my whole family. My values have always been family and my faith. In college, I was truly tested by external pressures, but I never once did anything I regretted or was unsure of. I left home feeling excited, but some of the days I called my mother crying asking “if it will be better?” She would respond va haber sacrificios que tendrás que tomar. Estás aquí por una razón. Sigue adelante. To translate she said in life there will be sacrifices and you are here for a reason. Keep moving forward. Those words have stayed with me for the past 4 years to keep moving forward even through the challenges that life gives you. Normally, I am quite extroverted and take the initiative to start a conversation with the potential stranger, but I didn’t that very first semester. Here comes the sob story during my first-semester I attended classes and would head straight to my residence hall. I would eat in my room and would hardly socialize. My time consisted sleep, studying, reading for classes, and eating. I knew many felt the way I had been feeling and after my 2nd semester I was determined to be involved. I was going through stage of culture shock and I finally realized that being isolated wasn’t helping me grow or feel connected to my school.


No one ever prepares you for the unforeseen circumstances such as loss. I lost one of my close friends. He and I connected with some hall-mates in the residence halls in my first year. My roommate and I had an open door policy where we would leave the door open and people could come into our room and hang out. Most of the students back in 2013 did that; I have no idea if they still do it today. He knocked on the door and just introduced himself. He had a tendency to have his shirt off and my friend and I had commented about it.  All 3 of us started a conversation in the hallway another friend we had meet in the dorms also joined in. An hour passed, and we were still talking by the doorway the two gentleman had not come into our room until my roommate invited them in. That night we stayed up talking until 4 a.m. Even though it was 4 years ago, I still remember a lot of that night. We then made it a tradition on Fridays to have game night in one of the lounges. He taught me a lesson that I still have trouble following “to not take life too seriously and to smile more often.” I guess he noticed my stressed nights, bags under my eyes, and hesitating whether I should study more or grab a bite to eat with the group. Most of the invitations were yes because I wanted friends who accepted me the way I was all sheltered and naive and thats what they did. Accepted me for who I am and not trying to change who I was becoming.

These people came into my life when I needed them the most. I came to college to gain an education and to become a well-rounded person, but what I gained went far beyond my expectations. In November 2014, we lost HIM I remember that day vividly well. I don’t really like to talk about it because I want to remember him as that happy, goofy, game loving amigo. I know he touched a lot of people in the year and a half he was there. The grief was cyclical and it came with stages. I felt selfish trying to concentrate on my studies and knowing that he would never be able to study for a midterm, hug his mom, or marry his fiancé ever again. I fell in a state of not caring and it became harder for me to study or read for classes. I was thinking of taking a break, but I knew that Evan would not have wanted that. Yes, his name was Evan. He was a dreamer talked about becoming a veterinarian, marrying his girlfriend, and having children. He loved children and had a younger brother; he was not only pursuing education for his future, but also to help his little brother.

Those late night talks we all had were silly, but also deep and meaningful. We got to know each other as friends and I finally had a little family to call my own in a place that I had seen foreign my first semester.

I decided to continue my undergraduate journey this was not only for me, but also for my friend because he would never be able to cross the stage and even though it brings chills to this day I was able to move on with time. He will always remain in my heart and somehow I felt that he gave us something. To me– SPIRIT. A spirit to seize the day and be grateful of every encompassing moment. I only wish that we had taken pictures because he wasn’t one that liked that at all.

I wish I could write everything that I experienced these past 4 years, but a 3 page blog post would turn into a full book. I am published, so who knows I might dabble in writing something in the future :).


I learned so much about myself like I have said in the beginning of the blog post. I think some advice that I would give past me would be to enjoy every moment even if its studying or taking that difficult game theory class. Enjoy every moment because our future is uncertain. Step out of your comfort zone because that is how you grow by making mistakes and learning from those failures. Be willing to be okay with being uncomfortable certain situations may not always be sparkly and that’s okay. Maintain a positive outlook and try to be open minded. The most difficult advice to follow has been to accept failure. A wise person once told me that we fail a lot more than we succeed. What I interpret from this is our failures shape who we become and allows us to grow strong if we are willing to climb that rock, wall, or tree. Know your values and who you are. This could be difficult because college at times challenges this notion, but at the end of the day remind yourself WHY you are here and the goals you want to accomplish.

I planned my future, but unexpected things have occurred and know I am in the process of self-discovery. Even though I am creating my own path I am leaving a trail so I do not get lost. I hope I ignite that passion and to keep my spirit high even with the upcoming challenges I will inevitably face.


The feeling was like nothing I ever experienced or truly imagined. I still couldn’t fathom that I was going to be a soon to be graduate. Everyone was asking me in the past week “how I was feeling?” My answer “nothing.” In reality, I was pleading that time would just stop and wishing for a teleport machine, so that I could look back at the moments that have meant so much to me.  Graduation meant more to me because I was finally going to be able to graduate from the same school all 4 years. This was something I was unable to do in high school. Merced had become home, a safe haven– my overall stability.

As I was putting my cap and gown, it became very real that I would never be an undergraduate student again. Each stole symbolized what I ended up contributing to  my school. As I was zipping my gown, all I could recollect were the memories that my university symbolized. My cap was not decorated it was an empty canvas filled with possibility sort of a parallel to the mindset I had as a first-year.  That morning I woke up with a smile and my heart began to race. My close friends who have become sisters and who I feel blessed to have met we all got ready together. We wore cake faced makeup and did our hair which most of the time is unbrushed and messy. I remember eating 2 donuts because I was not willing to be in a 3 hour ceremony with only water in my stomach. I do-nut wanted that to happen. That morning I didn’t know what to expect. All I saw was a sea of blue in every corner. Every student that I saw sported a different facial expression and I was curious to know what they were thinking.

We started walking with my class I couldn’t help, but smile and look forward. I was ascending to adulthood not the real world because I believe that the real world is college. I sat next to my best friends and we could not be happier. We were all feeling different emotions and we tried our best to understand each other. As my name was being called, I heard cheers and applause I couldn’t help, but just put my hands up and smile. On stage, everything sort of stood still as if someone paused this moment for me to recollect every movement and instant in the future. I am a public person and I shared everything through Instagram and Snapchat the power of technology is pretty mind boggling.

This has been an amazing experience and I feel grateful to have gone through this journey that many aren’t able to pursue because they reach the top of a ceiling. I hope to give back to all those young people who may not have the resources to pursue what they desperately want. Even though, I have finished my undergrad learning never stops. I feel confident in the woman I have become and will live my life the way I want to live it.

To all the people who are graduating it’s okay to not know where you are going. Everything happens for a reason. Watch USC’s Commencement Speech with Will Ferrell if I have not convinced you.

Thank you for reading!

Signing off,



Quote of the Week

“if YOU were born

with a weakness to fall

YOU were born with a

strength to RISE.”

-Rupi Kaur

Quote of the Week

“the only love i need is

the one i have for myself

and it is  STRONG  enough to 

heal everything that breaks

me. so i do not need a lover,

what i need is a friend.

someone who understands me

and someone who is not afraid

of the chaos my world brings.”

~R.M. Drake

Quote of the Week

“Give the ones you love

wings to fly

roots to come back

and reasons to


~Dalai Lama


Sorry I haven’t been active this week. I am currently working on a few papers, working a lot this week in my 2 jobs, and have not had as much free time as I would like.

Working on a PARTY ID: The Contemporary Version of Labeling post which should be done by next week at the latest. So stay tuned.

I am taking this week a day at a time if not I would probably go crazy and be panicking in a corner.


The Vulnerability & Selflessness of Love

Dear whomever is reading this if you have not experienced being in love let me be the one to tell you that I have not either. If you have experienced love hopefully you agree with some of my thoughts and if you don’t let me know in the comments section below. I am not in love and I am okay with that. I believe in fate and destiny. It hasn’t been within my present situation to have a certain emotional connection to someone. I don’t feel pressured to be with someone because I am happy being on my own. I know that whenever it happens I will embrace it and hopefully be ready. I am open to the idea of love, but right now I am selfish. My time is to precious for me to share my time with someone else. I FEEL that when it happens, it will happen and it’s something that even I won’t be able to reject.

Here is my perspective of what love is and the implications that love has in one’s emotional state. For all things, love can be sometimes scary. Love is about being vulnerable and demonstrating all your feelings toward one person.  Vulnerability may not always be so easy because you are showing your true self even the things that you may not always like about yourself. In addition, because you are in love you are susceptible to having your heart broken and that that is scary for anyone. Some people put up walls so that they don’t become as emotionally invested for the fear of being let down or betrayed. Vulnerability breaks down those walls and you are left with your true self. Even a friendship I would argue takes vulnerability, but in a relationship it involves multiple different layers. There is a deeper emotional connection. It’s showing the good, the bad, and the embarrassing to that person and being okay that they love you for it.

It is okay to feel vulnerable; you are not letting your guard down. You are just opening yourself to someone and trusting that person. People who are strong willed sometimes, see vulnerability as weakness. Vulnerability should not be a weakness people should see it as strength because you are opening up yourself to someone.

We live in a world with mixed signals where people show affection by sending a text rather than giving a hug. That text could be a way that may show an emotional attraction, but it could also just be a simple checking up on you text. The new word of “talking” has formed as a way for a person to get to know someone else. Its an interest among both parties to start something.  There is some vulnerability that occurs during this stage, but the only form of communication isn’t well since a relationship one hopes is more than text messages. There are so many ways to interpret a text message that we never truly know the reasoning behind it, unless the person tells you directly what they were trying to say.  We are constantly plugged into our technology with no repercussions, but our own thoughts.

Love can emerge from childhood to friendships to caring about a person in a deeper level. I also think being in love is so beautiful because you are no longer on your own. You get to share everything with your significant other. With your partner, your goals become “our” goals. Your wants become each other’s needs. You don’t abandon who you are, but I think your significant other brings out the best in you and you bring out the best in him or at least that is what I hope that you want from them. “True love isn’t easy if it were easy we’d all have it” quoted by Snow White in my favorite show Once Upon A Time. I believe every word of that quote it comes from the most unexpected places and it finds you rather than you seeking for it. So be patient because the person that you are destined to be with will either find you or you will find him/her.

With love at times comes lust I have seen this from certain acquaintances. There is this ideology that you cannot live without the other person and need to be with that person 24/7 in order to be all right. Lust can become an obsession, which is dangerous. Lust could at times be disguised as love, but don’t think it is. Lust is unhealthy. You should care for yourself and then be able to care for your significant other. Lust only occurs for a certain time period, but then it ends and you are left with an uneasy feeling. We often associate lust in a relationship as the “honeymoon stage,” but it may depend on the relationship. It fades between the third or fourth month and then that is when the challenge emerges because of course there will be discussions and arguments. You are still learning about your person, and neither of you are perfect. It’s part of being in a relationship accepting the “uniqueness” of each other rather than seeing them as flaws or imperfections.

There is a constant saying that goes around when dealing with love “emotions are clouding your judgment.” It is implied that the person isn’t thinking rationally because they have their heart and emotion into it. Most of the times it has to do with problems in a relationship and the person is blinded by certain things in their partner because they are in love and cannot see it. This as well depends on the relationship. In psychology, we learn that affect and logic can sometimes be related to each other rather than always seeing them as separate. There is an interesting dichotomy within emotion and logic. Affect can help us with how we think and vice versa. So the next time you are questioning your emotions logic and rationality does play a role.

What I want people to get out of this blog post is for readers to see that being vulnerable is a part of love. That before you can learn to love others you should love yourself. That love is not easy and it’s a challenge that one-way or another we will have to face. That it is okay to be on your own until you feel ready to share your life with the other person. Also, that you should not feel pressured to be in a relationship remember that the most important relationship that you should have is with yourself. You should first know your wants, needs, goals, and who you are. It is okay to be selfish no one should judge you for it.





Being Exposed to the “Mean Reds”

This is an open letter for anyone who deals with depression or anxiety or is “having the mean reds” this is quoted by my all time favorite book “Breakfast at Tiffany’s. You don’t have to be constantly up all the time. By up I mean always smiling always being on point. We are not perfect; I can attest to that. We work hard, but sometimes our hard work isn’t always reflected by the work that we do. Everything that we want isn’t always given to us no matter how much we try. We have limitations even though we are constantly reminded that the sky is the limit. I am not here to bring you down. I am here to tell you that it is okay to set goals and reach for the universe, but to also realize that life has a lot of bumps and obstacles and sometimes the thing that is meant to be isn’t what you are destined to have.

As a college student, I feel like I am constantly evolving I know myself and what I want in life and trust me I work hard to get it. There are many moments where I stay in on a Friday night and dedicate my time studying and sometimes all the time and dedication isn’t always reflective with the grade that I receive. It brings me down, but at the same time it gives me a challenge and I work five times as hard to make that happen. I wish that I wasn’t so afraid of failing. When I do fail I wish I could be more positive, but sometimes failing brings me down and I question what I did wrong? How can I overcome this? Will this impact my future? All these questions resonate within me and it starts getting to me. In the exterior, people sometimes see me as this very extrovert, involved, hard working, studious girl who has the world in the palm of her hands. I even get comments like “you are Genesis” when I share how I doubt I did well on an exam. Now, at times I am conflicted. Sometimes I feel happy that people see me as studious and hard working, but the other feeling causes some weirdness. I am not perfect and just because I am Genesis doesn’t put me in some kind of pedestal or that I have never messed up. I have messed up constant amount of times, but I learn from my mistakes and it makes me grow. That being said I have pressure from the outside in being on point and in always succeeding. I have accepted that I have flaws, but I still struggle with failure. I have this quote by Ralph Waldo Emerson posted in my wall “The success is in never failing, but rising up every time we fail.” This quote has been with me throughout my college career. It’s my phone background. Failing is a constant battle-an inner struggle. My failure can result in falling into a depressive state or cause anxiety. Sometimes I lose the battle and I fall into anxiety or the mean reds. Instead of blues, Capote illustrated it in his novel as “reds.” Depression and anxiety can result from different things and if it is severe I suggest to seek help; there is medication that you can take. Depression shouldn’t be something that should be stigmatized as wrong or bad. Some people are more susceptible than others and it can arise from something big or small. I think that the best thing to do is seek help either with people you trust or someone who is licensed to help. I hope that you have a support system that is here for you for whatever you may need. This helps me when I am feeling sad, lonely, upset, angry, or all in between. It’s good to talk to someone just have them listen to you because all those bottled up feelings could result in something even more upsetting. Know that there is no such thing as perfection even though we strife to be flawless as evidenced by the hashtag.

Just remember that you are strong and have overcome so much in your life. I wish that I could encourage everyone and support them and to go through their emotional state and for them to feel that they can be happy and hopeful again. But until we have a time space continuum where people could be at multiple places at the same time I will contribute with this blog post. I am trusting you Science make it happen. Feeling hopeless is such a sad thing. Feeling like you don’t matter or feeling lost is scary. There are so many people who don’t have a chance to be your age. Life should be seen beautifully. We have so much to look forward to and we should be excited for the unknown. Even the most positive and optimistic people may lose the battle, but they conquer it in the end because they have people who support them and acknowledge who they are as an individual.

I hope that these encouraging words and my story show you that you aren’t alone and there is always going to be people who listen. Anxiety and depression is something that shouldn’t be taken lightly. You are strong. YOU CAN overcome this.


Genesis Diaz


You Are Your Worth: Winning the Inner Battle

Countless amounts of times we are looked down upon because we aren’t wearing the trendiest outfit, or don’t look a certain way, or don’t fit the exact stereotypical image. It’s so important for you to know that YOU are strong and beautiful in your own way. It doesn’t matter how many times we are put down by others as long as we know who we are and comfortable with our own skin. If you know your own worth than you should not care by the comments or the other voices that linger in your head.

A lot of beauty comes from the mind. It makes us think what beauty really is. The Oxford English Dictionary defines beauty as “A combination of qualities such as shape, color, or form that pleases the aesthetic senses.” Aesthetics is how one sees art. The quote “true beauty is in the eye of the beholder” is very important, but people are more blinded by the intricacies than seeing the full picture. We are blinded by the details and don’t focus on the artwork at hand. I am writing this post as my contribution to helping out to the people who have ever lost confidence and don’t see themselves as beautiful and that at times hate themselves for looking as a certain way. Again I reiterate that YOU are beautiful. I understand that hearing this from a stranger maybe odd and it won’t immediately make you love yourself. I hope that by the end of this post you realize that you are more than just the exterior and beauty shape-shifts into many different forms.

I also wanted to write this blog post because I feel as the accepted image of beauty is taking over. You may wonder what is the accepted image? It is the image of the thigh gaps, the very skinny physique, the full-faced makeup individual, which has blonde hair or full black hair. This is the image that the media and society has ingrained beauty to be in our minds. THAT is beauty and I want to tell you all that beauty doesn’t have to be THAT.

We judge each other based on our looks, but what does that tells us about society? Instead of criticizing why don’t we learn to embrace what is out of the norm. People should feel beautiful without consequences without feeling weird or rejected from society. Feeling beautiful is such good feeling; we want young women to feel confident to feel empowered and that they of course matter. See how this plays with the mind because often times its OUR own mind that tells us how we should look like. I believe that the standards of beauty need to change. There are so many beautiful people, but no one particular image should be overpowering the others. There is a struggle with one own mind in feeling confident and beautiful. I look at as if it were tug of war one side being the accepted societal image and the other side being one’s own unique image. It’s a battle that must be fought for because many girls fall into the accepted image and there are consequences that have hurt many girls. Even guys at times lose the battle as well.

There are so many young girls who have difficulty in trying to fit in so they begin to starve themselves, watching what they eat, become bulimic, or workout excessively and sometimes it’s all of the above. All these things are unhealthy. Why the ridicule? Why the bullying? It doesn’t help that little comments like “I’m so fat” or “I can’t eat pizza I need to watch what I eat” become normal.  This isn’t healthy nor is it normal. We need to stop with this culture. The key is building one’s confidence to feel both beautiful internally and externally. Know that the women in the magazines are not as real as you think many are retouched, photoshopped, have hair and makeup done professionally, and have unhealthy body proportions. If we keep allowing this accepted image to continue we are reproducing this image to the future generation and I can’t imagine how unhealthier it can become.

Why do people force themselves to go to extreme lengths to look a certain way? I ask why do you think they do this? Its because of societal pressures, of course that is not always the answer everyone has their own story and in no way does this answer apply to all, but for some it could be due to do that for the pressure to fit in. This is especially common for women who are pre-teens and teenagers. They want to fit in and not become secluded or be labeled as weird. The game or I like to call it the battle begins and women fall to the accepted image. We keep holding on to the rope trying to win and show that we have conquered the game, but it keeps on repeating. The other side becoming stronger and stronger with each game.

We keep maturing as we get older and being a teenager is hard enough. These young ladies are in a vulnerable state of their lives because they are growing up and are susceptible to what friends want or need rather than focusing on oneself. This of course doesn’t apply to all, but I look at it as a game of ring around the rosies. Everyone is holding hands with another happy with the group of people in a circle, but once the song ends the circle falls apart and the person is alone. The circle could represent societal standards the people in the circle could represent friends, media, even family. The fall and separation with others could represent the inner struggle with one’s own mind feeling isolated. It could also be the other way around. Again this analogy could be difficult to understand and that is okay. Try creating your own analogy; for me it makes sense to make it seem like that because I used to play that game. It’s crucial for society to focus beauty as an interior beauty. I like how models are accepting and are expressing that the standards of beauty should vary within culture and different parts of the world. We need to realize that we live in a world full of ambition and consumerism there is always someone trying to sell something for us so that we become more inclined to buy. Sadly the media/society is selling us that image.

I think what is most beautiful is one’s own personality and character.

As you have read through my post, I hope you are realizing that you are beautiful and it maybe difficult to reject the norms that society has ingrained within us. As a college student, I see a lot of women really confident and proud of how they look. It brings a smile to my face because they aren’t assimilating. They know they are unique and beautiful even without makeup, with their weight, and with their personality. Its good to feel confident and have an ego no one should tell you otherwise because once you feel confident you will see the world in a different way.

When I was a teenager I struggled with beauty. I am 5’2 rather short and curvy. I have a young facial complexion and have wide feet. I don’t have abs at all even though I run and my shoulders are broad. I had felt that my body was disproportionate and I was very careful with what I wore. I never considered myself beautiful because I didn’t see appearance as a big thing. I would not do my hair and never wore makeup. I just didn’t see beauty as something in the exterior, which is a good mindset to have, but the problem was that I was not confident in myself or saw myself beautiful in either forms-exterior and interior. This is where I wish I had been stronger because I do consider myself beautiful in the outside and in the inside. I try my best for my character to shine through. I now do put makeup. I style myself and I feel confident because I have that mindset of feeling like I matter. Feeling beautiful should not be considered as being conceited. There will always be people, who will have good or bad opinions, but it is up to US to feel proud and confident in whom we are no matter what others say. I am not going to deny that sometimes I don’t feel beautiful it’s that inner struggle with myself that many young ladies my age struggle with. But I remind myself that I am a strong independent and beautiful woman. The definition of beauty should be different for everyone. I still feel uncomfortable embracing certain parts of my body or even have the confidence to call them beautiful. Even now, I am still playing a game of ring around the Rosies and tug of war, but I make sure that I end up winning and the standards or stereotypical image end up falling/losing.


I hope that my story inspires you to be proud of your own worth. I hope that this post inspires discussion and one by one we can start increasing young women’s confidence and beauty perspectives. Everyone is unique and we should embrace the differences within us rather than try to fit into an image that doesn’t reflect who we are.

The definition of beauty has changed all throughout time. Hopefully it will keep changing toward a positive body image and many different perspectives of beauty.

You are beautiful and are worth so much.Remember to know that you are not alone and there are people that can help.



A Box of Crayons


Never in my life have I considered myself other than Mexican, but often times my race is generalized into a label of either being a—Hispanic or Latino. I have always been very proud of my background and heritage being Mexican-American is something that is within me. My mother wanted me to learn Spanish first because she didn’t want me to abandon my culture and language. To speak Spanish as a Hispanic is to demonstrate to the family and the community that one is proud of their roots and heritage. There is so much diversity in the U.S. and more of it in California, my home state. Somebody could look Mexican, but in reality they may be Puerto Rican, Guatemalan, Dominican, Cuban, or Spanish. It’s interesting that society has constructed a label to identify all these unique races. Some people consider themselves as Latino others as Hispanic others by where they come from. It seems like society tries to mold out a synthetic casing to have each individual fit into that mold.

There is a stereotypical image of what one should look like based on the race or background one has. This could be due to how the media has constructed that image. It has been due to the exposure in movies, videos, and images that demonstrate how a person should look based on that race. It makes it easier for people to see an image an associate it based on definitions. It is up to us to diminish this very simplified version rather, learn about the different races. Not only the media is at fault, but also the people reinforcing the stereotypes. There is this long debate whether one is Hispanic or Latino and from their many different branches known as identities emerge.

These races and ethnicities could be seen as a box of crayons. (Note: It maybe a difficult analogy to comprehend, but bear with me). Each of the crayon’s have a different color and each one has a distinct name within the box. There are different shades of the same color, but none of the crayons are repeated with the same name and color. For example Cerulean is a light blue and blue is the color of the ocean. Someone could argue that they are both blue why aren’t they just called blue? What is interesting to note is that they are not blue, but different shades within the an offset color of blue. If we were to call cerulean blue it would be generalizing the color blue because the color blue in itself has different shades. See what I am getting at? This is notion of labeling is similar with the classification of race and ethnicity. If we generalize the ethnicities and race we are doing the same with the box of crayons. Mexican, Argentinian, Puerto Rican, and Spanish are not the same so why do we generalize races as calling them Hispanic and Latino? These different races symbolize the different shades of colors that are in a crayon box. Manufacturers would not package same color crayons or name the shades of a distinct color the same color. This would cause confusion and would be obscure. So why must society do this to people?When one looks at the diversity that these races embody it serves the purpose that these races wouldn’t be called just Hispanic or just Latino. When society packages these identities in one casing of crayons it becomes difficult to see the distinction. People would begin to generalize cerulean as blue and not see cerulean as a different color. This does not just only involve in Spanish speaking communities, but also in the Asian community (generalizing) and this is (specifying) Japanese, Chinese, Cambodian, Vietnamese, Korean, and Philippines. There is a definition and an understanding that people have with this group and it is generalized as “Asian.” People then begin to see Asian as the crayon label, but are blinded by the different shades of color that are in the crayon box. It will be a challenge to begin to identify each race as their own and to stop generalizing, but it is necessary. In order for the world to understand our diverse ethnicities and races we need to stop generalizing a color just because it may look like red and blue in reality it is maroon and cerulean.