2008 Woodie Awards
"White boy. White boy."
I was in sixth grade. This was Laurelwood Elementary School in Salinas.
I had these friends - Barry, Clarence and Richard.
We had a bigger circle of friends outside of us, but we were all Filipino, and Filipinos often stuck together. (0) comments
Sitting on her lap, locking her gray hair strands around my little fingers, I remember counting with "si nana," my grandmother.
One, two, three.
"Ze, 'tu, sh'e," and the anxious 6-year-old kid I was couldn't wait to learn how to count to 10 - to count in Circassian like si nana did. (1) comment
I guess when it comes right down to it, I'm not that Asian after all.
I don't have an accent. I am terrible with numbers. I know nothing about science. I can't build a computer. And I don't eat rice all the time.
Sorry, I can't live up to the stereotypical prerequisites for Asians. (1) comment
Sometime last year, I was driving on my way to school in the morning.
I was simply driving down Montague Expressway, which was full of traffic at the time, when I had a stressful encounter with another driver.
As I was driving, I noticed a car tailgating about a yard behind my bumper. (0) comments
