Sherry's Fables

Waiting for my pork to defrost.
Guess I'll type something just to keep me thinking.

I think I'll tell a story. I think I've told this to a lot of people before, but I just love it so much that I will pass it on to my grandchildren.

Discrimination can be positive or negative, usually we associate racial discrimination to more like.. prejudice of negative attributes of people. But there are still some positive characteristics involved, and we actually feel kind of good when it's applied onto us, at least for me.

I ain't being racist or anything, but come on, remember how people always like to say that Asians are good at math? I personally think it's rubbish, we're not naturally good at math, it's more like, schools in Asia and .. and.. parents are impatient.

So when I came to Canada, my dad decided to keep me busy by assigning questions from thick huge math textbooks, I guess he couldn't get used to seeing children without homework. Obviously there were other assignments like English, and Chinese, but math was a priority. So my math in elementary school was excellent. I could C- everything else but get high A in math. Kids will all come to me for help, that felt really awesome! Hmm.. maybe I even helped construct this idea of a stereotypical Asian.

Then I was in highschool, my dad kind of ran out of textbooks, and he was busy with things in Taiwan, so I kind of stopped doing supplementary assignments, and I went back to being the average math student. The kind of student that when I reply to teacher's question, the whole class would laugh, and the teacher had to calm everyone by saying "shush! why the laugh? she's still learning!"

Now once in grade 8 math class, I was writing this math quiz. And a caucasian (not being racist) started copying my answers. While the teacher was gone for a while, the person sitting beside him asked "Dude, are you sure your number 5 is correct?"
Caucasian "DUH the asian beside me wrote this, has to be right, Gawd I'm gonna ace this"
"Cool man, think i'll join ya" I was thinking, you guys are gonna regret this.
After the quiz, the teacher had people switching tests for marking. And once each correct answer was announced, the faces of those sitting beside me became greener and greener, oh the greenest when they saw their tests. They never sat beside me again.

Okay, moral,... MORAL of this story is,
1. discrimination is BAD
2. cheating is BAD



*follow up: Despite having absolutely no talent in math, I managed to "A" through my highschool math courses, even chemistry and physics. Why? Well.. a little bribery helped. NO.
Because I don't dircriminate and I don't cheat!

k.. my pork is ready.