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

that plenty of Asians have endured for having very American names.
“ Hey Johnson! Come look at this picture of Darcy! ” Gabriel shouts brusquely from
across the room, picking up the photo on the bedroom drawer. “ He looks like such a dork! ” I
have to see this for myself.
“ Actually, he looks much better than you, even with those coke-bottle glasses and that
butt-cut hair, ” I tease.
“ I thought it was just you that's ugly. Now I know it runs in your whole family, ” Gabriel
teases back.
“ He may be ugly but you've seen his wife. She's a mighty fine piece of—”
“ Not as hot as my Honey Lee! ” Gabriel interrupts, with excitement upon mentioning
her name. Honey Lee is a Korean model and a former Miss Korea, but more importantly,
Gabriel's biggest infatuation—and presumably every guy in Korea. What I don't get is why her
name is Honey. She might as well have the name, Sugar Lee, so it sounds like sugary, then
she can be put in Kool-Aid or chocolate cake. And with a name like Honey, she may as well
be a stripper and work the pole, because no one's going to take her seriously. The thing with
people in Asia is that they love to give themselves ridiculous English names.
I remember a missionary from my church that told me the names of several kids in
villages all across China: Kobe Chang, Shaq Huang, Pokemon Mah, and a multifarious
mockery of other names, including the worst of them all, American Idol Wang! One of the boys
actually has the first name, American Idol. I couldn't help but laugh my @ss off. No wonder
Americans make fun of Asian foreigners; I would too!
“ Gabriel, your little Honey Lee ain't all that. ”
“ Oh you're just jealous because she's hotter than your Emilie, ” Gabriel teases,
displaying a stupid smile that I would love to smack right off his face.
“ I wish she was my Emilie, ” I say, dejectedly. d@mn I wish she was mine. Let me tell
you that she's absolutely stunning in every way: tall, thin, and statuesque. Her eyes are wide,
but nicely shaped, and—wait! I've already told you about Emilie, haven't I? I really need to
snap out of it.
An unexpected knock comes at my door. The door opens even before I can say “ Come
in”— like Daddy, like Auntie.
“ You need go to sleep now. You two go to bed. Church tomorrow. Wake up early. ”
Auntie slams my door, just as violently as Daddy; I guess the both of them went to the same