By: Carol Rojas Ramirez
We all go to Tech so we’re all smart in one way or another. Some are brainiacs who will be solving crazy physics and math problems to design aircrafts and power plants. Others are brilliant strategists who will one day lead the World Bank or Wall Street.
Bottom line is, we all have expectations of what we want to do with our lives. Whether it originates from parental pressure, or the exceedingly high standards that you’ve set for yourself (I see you, my overachievers), or the standard of becoming a great something once you graduate from this Institution. I’m not going to lie, I feel it all the time. But honestly, I have come to believe that my fear of failure is not from being afraid of not becoming a doctor or lawyer or engineer, but rather not becoming the person I have always wanted to be, and I think that it has a lot to do with how I was raised and where I come from.
I am a first-generation immigrant. I was raised by single mother who never needed to speak twice to get her point across and had high expectations of me since I was in grade school. Even though she doesn’t have a fancy job, I fancy her a successful woman in her own right. And more than anything, I aim to be that woman, a resilient, independent, and well-educated woman. I think that a lot of women, like my mother, have lived through unimaginable struggles but sadly, their stories have been lost in translation or never even been heard. But I know that they have raised strong and amazing men and women who have become leaders, teachers, scientists, etc… However, their mothers’ stories are never told. We could go on and on about the ambition of our founding fathers, which I am thankful for, but I also think that we should be talking about the women who didn’t have a voice in this period of time, particularly immigrant women and minority women living throughout the world. The women who endured so much, the women who fought conventions, those who gave so much of themselves to raise the future of America and of this world. That would be a hell of a musical.
Rachel Faucette’s story is inspiring and highly underrated. After all, we didn’t even hear about her at all in the play. However, I do praise Lin-Manuel Miranda’s efforts in making this musical so diverse- not just with race but also in how he used his artistic license to make this such a pro-female musical. There is no proof that Angelica was the strong, brilliant woman, struggling to be heard that Lin-Manuel Miranda presents in Hamilton. However, the underlying feminist tones in this play are inspiring.