I was just, you know, kind of getting racist jokes, kind of being isolated from the group. So it was definitely hard. I would come home at night and just cry my eyes out.

Did I choose my hair texture? No. I'm grateful for having this hair on my head.

I don't know where this is coming from. What's wrong with my hair? I'm like 'I just made history and people are focused on my hair?' It can be bald or short, it doesn't matter about my hair. Nothing is going to change. I'm going to wear my hair like this during beam and bar finals. You might as well just stop talking about it.

My mom used to tell me when I was little, 'When it rains, it's God's manifestation - a big day's waiting to happen.'

It's very tough for me to focus. I'm like: 'Look, something shiny! No, focus. Oh, there goes a butterfly!'

You know, God has a plan for me, and I'm going to follow in his footsteps and just rejoice and be happy.

I just spent my whole life training and focused on one thing, I really don't even think about after the fact! It's like, oh yeah, I have to do something after!