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Why do Asians really get straight A's? - Project Gutenberg Consortia ...

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which passes Stanford, Oxford, and Columbia Court Apartments and runs through the<br />

prestigious streets: Cornell, Columbia, Berkley, and last but not least, Yale Avenue. I guess<br />

they're telling us that UCI is just as good as any of the Ivy League schools. Somehow, I <strong>do</strong>n't<br />

think street names and apartment courts are going to measure up to that standard. I would<br />

have gone anywhere else other than UCI, but I didn't have a choice in the matter since my<br />

parents are paying for my college tuition. My parents love the idea of me attending college<br />

here in Irvine, because it means that I have to live at home, which means that they have<br />

absolute, tyrannical control over every little detail of my life— the dream of every Asian parent.<br />

So Jordan goes to Stanford while I settle for UCI. She was always Mommy and<br />

Daddy's pride and joy, the wunderkind of our family. Mommy would always say to me, in her<br />

FOB— Fresh Off the Boat— broken English: “ Johnson! <strong>Why</strong> you can't be more like Jordan?<br />

She very smart and always the best at everything. ” Daddy would then add, in his much more<br />

FOB, broken English: “ Johnson! We <strong>do</strong>n't want just <strong>do</strong> your best. We want you be best. You<br />

first in family to go college. You need make us proud. ” <strong>Asians</strong> here in America would call<br />

Asian foreigners FOB's, because of their thick and heavy accent, as if they <strong>really</strong> just got off<br />

the boat from Asia. FOB is quite derogatory, needless to say.<br />

Whenever my parents would scold and yell at me, I would drift off into reverie and think<br />

about Emilie Lee, the most beautiful girl that I've ever laid my eyes on. I've known her since<br />

middle school— okay, the truth is that I <strong>do</strong>n't <strong>really</strong> know her, but I've been in almost every<br />

class with her. Let me tell you that she's absolutely stunning in every way: tall, thin, and<br />

statuesque. Her eyes are wide but nicely shaped, and deep-set with a gleam of chestnut. And<br />

her hair— oh my god, her hair— like pure, fine silk matted in black velvet. I can't believe I<br />

sound just like a d@mn romance novel! And she has the most radiantly clear, lightly sun-<br />

tanned face that makes her ivory teeth shine so luminously. But it's her insatiably full, lush lips,<br />

turned <strong>do</strong>wn slightly at the corners, that speak her most resounding feature— well actually, her<br />

most resounding feature is her @ss. And if you must know, most Asian girls have an @ss<br />

that's flat like a brick wall with breasts to match. But Emilie totally defies the natural laws of<br />

Asian genetics by having abounding, voluptuous breasts and a captivating lower exterior. It's<br />

a good thing that she didn't make it to any of the Ivy League schools, or else I wouldn't have<br />

the absolute pleasure of staring at her in class. And it's also a good thing that she was forced<br />

with the proverbial two options of “ <strong>do</strong>ctor or lawyer”— just like me— so that we ended up<br />

taking the same pre-med biology classes for our final year here at UCI.

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