Ahhhh! Three strips away from hitting a hundred! I don’t know what to do with myself!!
Anyways, here’s another look into my awkward past as a Korean-American. The situation presented here is probably one that many Asian-Americans have dealt with on multiple occassions. It definitely doesn’t help that I was in a small neighborhood in Texas that had no other Korean families for miles. I’ve been called Chinese, Japanese (some people are still banking on this one), Vietnamese, Filipino, Cambodian, and so on. It’s something you kind of had to get used to back then. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little envious of the kids who get to grow up in a society that knows where and what Korea is nowadays, but it was pretty fun exposing people to my relatively unknown culture.
On that note, I still find it a little funny to see how such a large number of people don’t seem to know thw difference between North and South Korea. I can’t count the number of times I had to explain that I wasn’t going into a warzone filled with starving civilians when I initially announced that I was moving to South Korea. I believe many others have experienced this, especially with older people. I feel like a bad person for often being tempted to play along and tell people that I’m some sort of awesome spy.
 This is Jen Lee. She likes to draw. |
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