Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Goodbye New York

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So, I guess it's goodbye again.

My stuff is all packed and stacked in one corner of my mom's living room -- one luggage for clothes, one carry-on for shoes. Someone please tell me why shoes take up SO MUCH SPACE, and why I need separate shoes for summer, spring, fall, winter, hiking, running, dancing, beach. Women are totally over-accessorized. I have to say though, I'm rather proud that I've slowly learned how to pare down my stuff. After struggling to haul 2 ridiculously overweight luggages by my lonesome self more than a few times, I think I've finally learned my lesson. There are many things that you think you need, but very few things that you really really need. Underwear, fleece, jeans, cotton shirts, laptop, camera, and 480483204 pairs of shoes. Bada bing, bada boom.

It finally struck me today that I'm actually going to China for a year and I (still) have no idea where my life is really going. It sucks. I know that life isn't like finding the end of a rainbow and discovering a nice pot of gold, but at some point I really want to have an "Ah-ha!" moment and settle this shit once and for all. God, I sound like such a brat -- people would probably point out that traveling and adventuring is a luxury. It's true, logically and rationally I'm completely ecstatic about what the next year may hold... but on the flipside it all comes with a price as well. I've made my parents and my grandparents worry constantly about me, I've missed out on key events amongst my friends, I've put aside a wonderful potential future, I've put myself into so much debt, I've entered constant uncertainty. It'd all better be damn worth it.

Self-portrait. Taken after a particularly rough day awhile back.

So yea, it hit me today that underneath all this pep and cheer that I'm scared. I'm not afraid of the "hardships" in China, but really all the decision-making that comes after that. How do you want to live your life? That's the million dollar question.

All my bags are packed I'm ready to go
I'm standin' here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye
But the dawn is breakin' it's early morn
The taxi's waitin' he's blowin' his horn
Already I'm so lonesome I could die

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go
Cause I'm leavin' on a jet plane
Don't know when I'll be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go

Hell yea those are lyrics. Now you know for sure that this is an emo post. :) See y'all on the other side of the pond, bitches.

{addendum} My friend Sharon sent this article to me that I think ALL 20-somethings should read if you're embroiled in or may have an impending Quarter Life Crisis. It pretty much encapsulates the whole phenomenon. 30-somethings are allowed to read this too, especially if you plan to live to 120 years old, heh.

Life of a 19-Lb Tiger

In my dad's extremely untended garden on a sunny Saturday afternoon.

What are you thinking about, 小虎?
You really think that you're a little tiger, don't you?
Good cat. You get a tummy rub.

Monday, August 30, 2010

Scaredy Bear

"Oh, so kawaii that you're freaked the F out! Waaaa~~~!!"
Someone call PETA.

HAHAHA oh my god... this baby bear is going to be seriously disturbed when he grows up. I don't know what credited zookeeper experiments with putting two different species in the same room just to "see what happens". The funny thing is, the baby lion is just going up the baby bear just to say "wassup homie"... get a hold of yourself, bear!

Check out some retribution action starting 2:10, haha. Monkey pwned.

Sunday, August 29, 2010

Flushing Beauty Parlor

Why do all middle-aged Asian women get short curly perms?!
And the yucky armpit type curls too! WHY?!!!

If you didn't know, this is where Chinese mommies get their hair did. Um, and apparently me too. What, don't be judging! I'm in Flushing right now... and I desperately needed a cheap $45 dye job and trim. :) I'm going to try to avoid Nanjing hair dye products as long as I can. If they (meaning CHINA) are okay with making deadly fake milk, I'm sure that deadly fake bleach is fair game. I'd like to keep my scalp for as long as possible, although I admit I was slightly apprehensive when I stepped into this hair salon. As ghetto as this place looks, the results were actually amazing. Just don't ask for the Chinese Mommy Special.

Saturday, August 28, 2010

A Funny Kind of Urgency

I spent the whole today with my dad and my grandparents. I always feel like laughing and crying inside whenever I'm with them... because seeing them makes me so damn happy in the present and so sad when I think about the future.

Classic grandpa/grandma dynamic.
"Can someone tell me why he's annoyed again...?"
[M: Just smack him and he'll be right as rain.]

Especially now that I've been away from New York for a year and a half, and will be gone again for at least another two years, I feel an acute sense of urgency and anxiety whenever I think about my grandparents. They're each approaching 100 years old, and although they top the charts in physical and mental health in their age group, they inevitably become frailer each time I walk through their door. It's become starkly evident now that I see them fewer and further between. My grandmother loves flowers, so I always have a bouquet of orchids/roses/geraniums ready when I see her. Whereas before I'd be able to bring her fresh batches of flowers before the previous ones wilted, now the vase always awaits me... eager and empty.

Now they will have to wait at least another 9 months before I can see them again. Now I will have to wait at least another 9 months before they can see me again.

Honestly, I'm scared as hell that something will happen before I come back. It wouldn't be wrong to say that they define who I am. I had the luxury of growing up with them, and now I feel like I'm growing old with them. They are my facts of life, but now that I'm a bit wiser, I can't deny that there are other more ancient truths that will supersede mine.

Now don't tell me that your grandpa knows how to surf the internet too. :)
Mine reads the news, watches Youtube, and checks my blog*. Really.
*I have another PG-rated grandparent-friendly blog that I write in just for them. In baby googoo-gaga Chinese. 你好嗎?我很好!

My grandfather stuffed an envelope with $500 in my hands today. I almost burst out spontaneously in tears because my grandfather is the hugest grinch ever. He's been constantly asking me whether I need help with my tuition, with housing, with food. I know that they are very worried about me, and I wish that I could allay their fears. But I can't, because I want to be in big scary China, I want to be exposed to more choices and risks, and I want to be adventurous with my life. Needless to say, my father is also very worried about me. I told him that Hopkins Nanjing mandates that all students have health insurance coverage, but that didn't really help. He remained silent as he drove me back to my mother's house.

I write all this with an enormous lump in my throat because I can't imagine life without them. I have so much of me that I want to share with my family, but these days I can't seem to be anywhere but far away from those whom I love. Self-discovery is a lonely journey.

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Goodbye D.C.

I start this post on the 1pm Boltbus back to New York... after narrowly missing my 11:30am bus (the door literally shut on my face right after I sprinted out of the cab). Note to self: I really need to change my bad habit of being late. Sometimes the huffy buslady with attitude will not give into your hyperventilating pleading quivery puppy face routine. Surprising, I know. :p

Anyway. I must stop being late. I'm really not looking forward to the inevitable mommy-nag. [Edit: My mom was too happy to see me to nag, yay!]

My last week in DC was packed, filled with studying, filled with drinking, filled with eating, filled with good ol' fun. I'm certainly going to miss all the friends I've made here at SAIS Pre-term. Everyone is so smart, interesting, and have I mentioned good-looking? It was just a short month, but I know that I'll feel comfortable roaming the halls of Nitze and Rome when I come back next year. No freak hallway for me, woot~

After wrapping up the micro final and macro waiver exam, I was free to cavort and frolic as much as I pleased. Lucky me, because I knew two pretty ladies who played hostess in their homes, Shama and Alex!

Every girl hails from a different part of the world. We're like Pokemon.

Taboo is only the best freaking game in the world, fyi.
Go "Team Bonecrushers"! It was hilarious because most of the non-Americans were on the other team, heh.

The always lovely Alex, SAIS's very own manslayer and professional mimosa alchemist.

Tommy probably in midst of a captivating story about "Pepito", the chubby little Mexican boy he babysits.

Andrew and I introduced Shiva to Korean pop girl bands. You can also see Marco's totally enraptured reflection off the laptop screen, haha.
GAME OVER BOYS.

Phill's satisfied expression explains it all.

I put the camera on a paper towel roll on timer. Yet why is it so blurry? Hmm...
Oh why thank you Lubomir for violently smashing yourself into the table at the last second (do you see how slanty the liquid in the wine glasses are?!). Haha, twas a perfect happy moment.

Miss Universe FAIL

HAHAHA uh what...??? I can't believe that these are the questions that the Miss Universe Pageant asks their contestants for a media video promotion. Freaking Donald Trump and his fluffy orange hair transplants. This is how I'd answer his inane questions if I were Miss Genovia:

1) Being a woman, what piece of advice would you give a man?
(M: Calling out "konichiwa","mamacita", and "me love you long time" when I walk past you on the sidewalk will not induce me to turn around, flash you, and give you my number.)

2) What was the best gift that you have ever received?
(M: My ex-lover's eyeballs after I accidentally spilled photo chemicals on my face. Yea, it was super sweet of him.)

3) What was the worst date that you've been on?
(M: I've taken a vow to never date until married.)

4) Please make the following sound effects: Lion, Car starting, Rocket launching, Sheep, Cow, Robot.
(M: WTF?!! Should I even entertain this question? Chomp, Rrrrrrr, Bloop, Meh, Moo, BzztbzztFeedMeBrains. Are you happy now that I've demonstrated my ability to read childrens' books?! God, is that what all women are good for?!! *Storms off*)

Okay but seriously, I really don't really appreciate "THE MOST AWESOME WOMAN IN THE UNIVERSE" being judged by these criteria. These are topics that Maxim/FHM usually asks their Girl/Boobies of the Month. I don't expect much out of pageants anyway, but to see beautiful "smart" women subject themselves to stupid questions like these make me a little sad.

Here's an Epic Fail by Miss China. Oh Miss China, I want to pat your silly shiny head.

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Bad Little Girls and Boys

I came up to NYC for just one day (going back to DC this afternoon) to celebrate my friend Hiro's 30th birthday. Even though I have a final on Monday and another test on Tuesday, I wouldn't have missed another epic night with my friends before getting shipped off to China. Since I'm hungover and I can't wrap my mind around economics right now, I figure screw studying. Haha, I may regret this decision later.

Location: The Magic School Bus. Stops at a McDonalds in Brooklyn (?!), Rockefeller Center, Columbia, and some pier (by this time I had no idea where we were).
People: Schoolgirls and schoolboys. All mid-20s and beyond, ha.
Choice of drink: Tequila... of course...?

By and far my favorite photo of the night.
Hiro, you've got your birthday present right in your arms.. :)

The dynamic duo.

We played a game of "Let's Unclothe Chris" (dunno whose genius idea that was) and for some reason all the guys were REALLY into it. He got swarmed probably every 10 minutes, hahaha. Manhandled to the max.


Hello, you tourists! Yes, I am living out my pageant queen fantasies, waving and blowing kisses to all the plebeians. We had people run along the bus, giving high fives and stuff. :)
Actually this picture is kind of creepy... like in Inception when everyone stares at you.

Now this is what I call a proper Homecoming! :)

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Someone's Watching You...

Peeping Tom-cat.
I guess it means they like you if you get followed into the bathroom, heh. :)

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Madame Secretary

Yesterday Hillary Clinton came to SAIS to speak about the Global Health Initiative, which is a proposal to work with developing nations in improving... global health. It's outlined to be a 6-year $63 billion plan, with the goal of creating sustainable health programs with partner countries throughout the world. Keyword is sustainable. No more throwing billions of American taxpayer money down a sinkhole, please. You can watch her speech here.

Hillary came rolling into the front gates outfitted with a ridiculous orange power suit and accessorized with mean security detail. I was at closest around 10 feet away. She looked pretty much exactly what you would have expected... perfectly poised and reassured, with a purposeful energy. Very powerful, that Madame Secretary. I was too scared to take a photo when she walked by because I didn't want to get Terry Tate'd by Secret Service, haha. I laugh now, but it SO NOT FUNNY if I ended up tasered and on CNN. After seeing a few people take pictures without consequences, I finally ventured to snap a few shots myself. And I'm still alive, woohoo!

Her speech was around an hour long, and I attest that she is one talented orator. And of course she is, especially with her past presidential campaign and current job requirements... I felt her words didn't flow out like the honey (like Barack "The Siren" Obama) but were almost surgical instead -- deliberate and perfectly executed.

Listening attentively in the Q&A session.
Yea, you know you're a bad-ass.

I'm not in any way familiar with global health issues so I can't speak extensively about this issue, but I learned that the health of our fellow world citizens is not only a moral responsibility, but also a crucial element in our national security. It appeals to the heart and the brain, and I do very much hope that we can make this initiative work.

I'm happy that SAIS is turning out to be exactly what it said it was. It's exciting to witness things like this, if not for the star factor then at least for the action. What I mean by action is this: very important things that extend beyond us as mere individuals are in the works everyday. Do you want to be doing it, or do you want to just take it? (Pitcher or receiver? HAHA just kidding.) I'm not sure what I want to be in the future yet, but I know I want to play an active part in the world. But there's just so much out there that I don't understand... as they say, the more you learn the stupider you feel. :p

Friday, August 13, 2010

Beijing Beats

The Red Army Orchestra, People's Liberation Army 81 Studio.
The way that it was meant to be.

If this is the China I'm going to, then I'm ALL IN.

I literally squealed with delight when the erhu (二胡) guitar riff came up at 2:50. Learning the erhu has always been a goal of mine. Next time you see me back in America you'll see me doing a mad set while picking it with my teeth, heh. :)

Also, doesn't the main male singer look like he came straight from the Beijing Opera? I bet he was just happy that he still had a gig.

For more PLA Orchestra syncing to pop songs, click here. I recommend watching the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles one!

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Coolest Map EVARS.

WOW. Check out this freaking bad-ass map of Europe depicting power struggles (and national interests) in the advent of The Great War of 1914 (aka WWI). For people who think in metaphors like me, this gorgeously drawn map is like a fun and digestible historical Cliff Notes, children's book style!

The Clanker Powers:

Germany is a massive military machine with weapons aimed outwards to all surrounding countries. It points threateningly at Britain, not so much as a sign of direct aggression, but more as an indicator that it was now Germany’s turn to start a grand global Empire to challenge the world’s current one.

Austria Hungary is an aggressive armoured giant, teetering on shoddy foundations. It is also the primary aggressor in a land grab against Serbia, with two bayonets piercing the border.

The Ottoman empire is a teetering automaton, collapsing under the weight of a paranoid and ungainly spying network that gazes at Europe through many lenses and spy glasses. Istanbul is labeled Constantinople following the period's English naming conventions.

The Swiss watch ticks away the time, comfortable to wait it all out.

The Darwinist Powers:

Britain is an militaristic lion with a Roman Imperial italic-type helmet. It sits upon a mound of riches gathered from its Empire.

France’s elephant beast (wearing the French kepi they started the war with before adapting their firefighter helmets) is influenced by the Elephantine Collossus built for the Universal Exhibition of 1889 in Paris (later it ended up going to the Moulin Rouge.)

Russia is a huge imperialist bear, rotting and filled with maggots.

Serbia’s imagery is an indicator of the huge amounts of civilian deaths and suffering they’ll find themselves subject to.

Norway and Sweden are both Scandinavian trolls in the style of John Bauer, an inspirational illustrator from the era who produced a lot of phenomenal work during the war.

Portugal is a parrot for the Entente trying to goad a slumbering Spain into the war.

Ireland looks askance to Britain and brandishes a shillelagh. An indicator of their very rough relationship at the time, and of their upcoming involvement with the Central powers.

Italy is a clutch of snakes with intents on the Central powers despite existing agreements. A foreshadowing of their arrangements at the secret 1915 Treaty of London where they were promised land in exchange for involvement. It was heavily influenced by Italian Prime Minister, Antonio Salandra’s open policy of serving Italy’s "divine self-interest."

Illustration from Leviathan by Scott Westerfeld.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Space Cadet

I had a day off from class today, so I went to check out the National Air and Space Museum located in the National Mall. Since all museums under the Smithsonian have free admission, it was ridiculously packed with whiny teens and wailing tots even on a random Wednesday afternoon. They have an amazing display of ORIGINAL historical pieces... I'm not even into this type of fancypants aerospace stuff, but I ended up having a really entertaining time walking around the exhibits and ducking the relentless 98 degree DC heat. And sorry folks, Pluto really did get kicked out of the Solar System. :(

The original propeller from the Wright Flyer.
"This is one of the propellers used on the Wright flyer during its historic flights on December 17, 1903. The propeller and airplane were damaged after the final flight that day. The propellers now on the flyer are original Wright propellers made at a later time."

Able, O Courageous and and Unwitting Participant in Space History.
(Seriously, that's him. Preserved and taxidermied in a glass box.)
"On May 28, 1959, biological experiments involving two monkeys were added to a Jupiter missile nose cone test flight (The Able-Baker Mission). The test took its name from the two monkeys, Able... and Baker. In 16 minutes, the nose cone traveled 2735 kilometers from Cape Canaveral and reached an altitude of approximately 579 kilometers. The two monkeys survived the flight in good condition, however, Able died 4 days later from a reaction to the anesthetic given during surgery to remove an infected electrode. Baker died on November 29, 1984 of kidney failure at the age of 27."

Apollo 11 Command Module Hatch. Yes, the flight that landed the first man on the moon!
"This is the hatch from the Apollo 11 Command Module. This single hatch could be opened outward in five seconds by pumping the handle to activate a pressurized nitrogen cylinder. Prior to the tragic fire in January 1967 in which three astronauts died, there were two hatches on the Apollo command module requiring 90 seconds to open."

I can't explain why I find this funny. I amuse myself so very easily. :)

Monday, August 9, 2010

Teen Choice Awards

Ugh, I got pwned by that micro midterm. We were alloted 3 hours, which is the same length as the SATs. My eraser (and brain) was reduced into a 1mm nub by the time I was "finished"... what a rude awakening. :(

Anyways, I'm letting my brain air out tonight.. and what better than watching the Teen Choice Awards on TV? It's terribly inane entertainment, but a good culture barometer for marketing firms. Okay, Taylor Lautner just won Choice Smile. I thought that people only won that in middle school yearbooks. Oh right, I forgot this is the Teen Choice Awards. Oh helllll no. That ungrateful werewolf didn't even grant his fans a single smile on the podium. If I were to distill this entire program it'd be: Tweens only care about cute boys with dimples. Oh wait, could it be? A coup d'état!!! Taylor just won Male Fantasy Actor, beating out Robert Pattinson?!! Wow, could there be a Edward Cullen backlash in the works? Team Jacob should seriously consider using their lobbying talents in here in Washington.

Okay no more live blogging.

Seth MacFarlane came onto the show to accept Choice Animation, which was totally rigged since Family Guy, American Dad, the Cleveland Show were all nominated... with Clone Wars thrown into the mix for kicks. McFarlane not only writes, animates, but also provides the voices for Peter, Stewie, Brian, and Quagmire. I love Brian. I love Stewie. Therefore I love Seth MacFarlane. Fine, it's not possible for me to love a man I've never met, but I am a bit enamored. I never knew that the man behind the brilliant elliptical-dimensioned baby was so darn cute!!!


SEE what I mean?! :)

Micro Midterm Madness

Tomorrow I will take my first real midterm in 4 years.
This old girl's a wee bit rusty!

That indeed is fear pooled in my eyes, or at least a damn good reenactment of it.

Each eraser detritus represents a shard of self-confidence being flayed away.

And sometimes it's not such good furniture placement when you can swivel yourself right into bed. :)

Sunday, August 8, 2010

Sunday LOL Moment

AHAHAHA I rewatched this about 5 times already.

This one's so much better than the lady reporter who destroyed the sandcastle, mainly because this ice sculptor is royally PISSED OFF. Mad props to him for not stabbing the toolbag reporter in the heart. Just how do these news studios calculate appropriate compensation for a broken ice chair anyway? Hee hee hee. :)

Rolly-polly baby panda manages to squeeze out of its confinement cell, but instead of dashing for the door, it rolls over and decides to snack on some bamboo. And THAT is why pandas are an endangered species -- they're like Dodo Bears!

Zug zug. Midterm on Monday...

Friday, August 6, 2010

Haiti = California

This trend of D-list celebrities running for high political positions is alarming.

Wyclef Jean's assumption that his political "neutrality" lends a bipartisan voice for Haiti is an ill-conceived excuse for presidential power. But since he "represents" the youth constituency, which is 50% of the population, his star power probably has a reasonable amount of local pull amongst jobless young men. Haiti's only going to get uglier...

I would advise Haitians to think twice before voting for anyone who speaks in third-person. Sadly, I believe that Wyclef has a good shot at becoming president. Mary Carey for VP!

{addendum} After thinking about this a bit more, I think that Sean Penn's comment on national TV was gratuitous and probably detrimental to whole cause. Whereas it might be true that Wyclef Jean is an absentee Samaritan, it's not like Americans are going to be the ones voting the dude in... if anything I'd hope that the people of Haiti can pick what's best for them (and it really may be Wyclef Jean).

Thursday, August 5, 2010

Affirmative Action for HCHS?

I believe that affirmative action is a double-edged sword, either way someone's going to get hurt. Not pareto efficient at all... there must be a smarter way about approaching this issue.

An excerpt of a recent NYTimes article involving my high school:
Diversity Debate Convulses Elite High School
By SHARON OTTERMAN

With one of its alumnae, Elena Kagan, poised for confirmation as a justice on the United States Supreme Court, it should be a triumphant season for Hunter College High School, a New York City public school for the intellectually gifted.

But instead, the school is in turmoil, with much of the faculty in an uproar over the resignation of a popular principal, the third in five years. In her departure speech to teachers in late June, the principal cited several reasons for her decision, including tensions over a lack of diversity at the school, which had been the subject of a controversial graduation address the day before by one of the school’s few African-American students.

Hours after the principal’s address, a committee of Hunter High teachers that included Ms. Kagan’s brother, Irving, read aloud a notice of no confidence to the president of Hunter College, who ultimately oversees the high school, one of the most prestigious public schools in the nation.

The events fanned a long-standing disagreement between much of the high school faculty and the administration of Hunter College over the use of a single, teacher-written test for admission to the school, which has grades 7 through 12. Faculty committees have recommended broadening the admissions process to include criteria like interviews, observations or portfolios of student work, in part to increase minority enrollment and blunt the impact of the professional test preparation undertaken by many prospective students.

Eliminating the test, which has remained essentially unchanged for decades, is not on the table, said John Rose, the dean for diversity at Hunter College. The test, he said, is an integral part of the success of the school, which has a stellar college admissions profile — about 25 percent of graduates are admitted to Ivy League schools — and outstanding alumni like Ms. Kagan and Ruby Dee.

“Parents, faculty members and alumni feel very strongly that the test is very valuable in terms of preserving the kind of specialness and uniqueness that the school has,” Mr. Rose said.

As has happened at other prestigious city high schools that use only a test for admission, the black and Hispanic population at Hunter has fallen in recent years. In 1995, the entering seventh-grade class was 12 percent black and 6 percent Hispanic, according to state data. This past year, it was 3 percent black and 1 percent Hispanic; the balance was 47 percent Asian and 41 percent white, with the other 8 percent of students identifying themselves as multiracial. The public school system as a whole is 70 percent black and Hispanic.

When Justin Hudson, 18, stood up in his purple robes to address his classmates in the auditorium of Hunter College, those numbers were on his mind. He opened his remarks by praising the school and explaining how appreciative he was to have made it to that moment.

Then he shocked his audience. “More than anything else, I feel guilty,” Mr. Hudson, who is black and Hispanic, told his 183 fellow graduates. “I don’t deserve any of this. And neither do you.”

They had been labeled “gifted,” he told them, based on a test they passed “due to luck and circumstance.” Beneficiaries of advantages, they were disproportionately from middle-class Asian and white neighborhoods known for good schools and the prevalence of tutoring.

“If you truly believe that the demographics of Hunter represent the distribution of intelligence in this city,” he said, “then you must believe that the Upper West Side, Bayside and Flushing are intrinsically more intelligent than the South Bronx, Bedford-Stuyvesant and Washington Heights. And I refuse to accept that.”
It goes on about tensions between Hunter College, the Hunter College High School (HCHS) faculty, and some members of the student population on how to diversify the student body and whether the traditional entrance exam should be reshaped. Thanks to our distinguished alumnae Elena Kagan, newly appointed Supreme Court Justice (who spoke at my high school graduation!!!), this age-old HCHS drama is now brought out into the media spotlight.

I think to address this issue, the first thing that people need to pinpoint is the definition of an excellent education. The whole purpose of HCHS is to provide this service to the children of New York City, and anything that dilutes this should essentially disqualify it from being implemented.

Diversity, especially in America, is a celebrated component in our society. We (correctly) believe that in order to become well-rounded individuals, we must understand each others' cultures and backgrounds. An open mind is key to flexibility and mobility in the present day world, and I think that it'd be a shame for diversity not to be emphasized, especially in a school located in New York City, and especially in a school that aspires to groom future world leaders. Whereas we learn social studies, calculus, and other sorts of forgettable "useful" subjects in high school from our teachers, we learn the most from our fellow students. Through the bubble that is high school, teenagers in their formative years are equipped to identify and deal with a medley of situations, people, and circumstances. This is an invaluable experience, and a critical part of what an "excellent education" entails.

On the same argument, in high school and in any academic environ, usually a student's friends set the educational standard for that particular child. Being competitive by nature, I can't stress enough how much my friends pushed me to be a better, smarter, faster person. Each one of us strove to outdo one another, not only because we needed to differentiate ourselves for the dreaded college application process, but also because we knew that by passing the gauntlet in the very beginning (the Hunter College High School entrance exam), we were all unequivocally... peers. What I mean by "peers" is that every one of my fellow students were also on a similar intellectual level. I don't think it'd be an exaggeration to say that the students I met at Hunter are rather special. That only made me feel like I had to work hard to prove that I belonged to such an unique peer group.

The fact that we all went through the exact same test to get into this Hunter meant that we were all supposed to be on the same playing field. Their achievements became my goals, for if they could reach the stars, then why couldn't I? I remember working so hard just to not fall behind, and now looking back I may have left my own trail of stars as well.

All students accepted into Hunter bring something different and valuable to the table, no two students are alike... even if they've been mainly drawn from the "Upper West Side, Bayside, and Flushing". For Justin Hudson and various faculty members to distill the entire problem into a (mostly, if not entirely) racial one is extremely short-sighted. Yes, it's true that the Asian minority (47%) is actually a majority (white population at 41%) , but stripping away all racial identities, does Hunter not already fulfill its mission to "educate intellectually and academically gifted students"? Thanks to the rigorous Hunter entrance exam, it does. Now we must solve the diversity issue... one that I agree is an urgent matter.

If the HCHS administration wishes to diversify its student body, it cannot do it at the cost of the academic quality of its population. We need to address the ROOT of the problem. Why do more Asians and Whites perform better in the exam than Blacks and Hispanics? Is it because of test-taking habits? Is it because there's a lack of Blacks and Hispanics taking the test in the first place? The administration needs to focus on bringing Blacks and Hispanic students up, and not employ methods that bring Asian and White students down.

It should step up its recruiting efforts in under-represented ethnic groups. Go to schools located in "South Bronx, Bedford-Stuyvesant, Washington Heights" at an early stage, work together with these elementary schools in potentially feeding talented students into their system so that these children have the tools to become true peers for the other "intellectually and academically students" at Hunter. HCHS should encourage non-profits to provide possible tutoring programs in Math, English, and essay writing for these children... or even have the PTA and other interested parent/student groups start these programs themselves. It should give out practice problems, hold information sessions, help these students accustom themselves to the format of their test...

...but the LAST thing that HCHS should do is punish other ethnic groups (Asians, whites, or other "overachiever" groups) for being proactive about the education of their children. Can you really blame them for testing well? For excelling on the state exam? For knowing how to write a basic introduction-body-conclusion essay? If you blame these ethnic groups for working hard, for sending their children to prep schools, then you're also shunning meritocracy. Meritocracy is not only the basis of a public school system (that HCHS belongs to), but the American Dream as well. The test is in black and white, and what each child receives in return is a color-blind number.

Pointing fingers is an inefficient and dramatic way to address the problem. I assure you, if you were to introduce interviews and portfolio work along with the HCHS entrance exam, who's to say that those kids from "UWS, Bayside, and Flushing" wouldn't ace it with flying colors? I predict that soon after bringing in interviews, all 12 year old Asians will be experts in the 2-minute introduction. Well then, what are you going to do once that happens? Are you still going to choose the incoherent, stammering, but ethnically under-represented child over Chinese Cronkite? If yes, then this dishonorable selection is blatant racism cloaked under the name of diversity, and HCHS... you will have lost my alumni donation.

Let's be smart not and make this an endless rehashing of affirmative action. It doesn't have to be a zero sum game between talent and diversity. If we approach this the right way, we can eventually have our cake and eat it too.

If you want to hear a snarkier point of view, visit my friend's take on it @ Spaceships.

Monday, August 2, 2010

Metrolicious

I've been on a lot of underground public transportation systems in my life: The Subway. The Metro. The T. The 捷運。Out of all the ones that I've ridden on in America, Asia, and Europe, I think the DC Metro takes the cake. Here are my reasons why:

You can just FEEL the earth surrounding you...
The D.C. Deeprun Tram...?!!

1) You have to get on a seemingly interminable escalator that takes forever to get to the platform level. It would be a pain if you were late for work, and I'd imagine that it'd be REAL pain if you managed to stumble down all 430248248 steps, but all that emphasizes just how deep the tunnels are... not like NYC where water seepage drips on you whenever it rains outside. I love feeling like an industrious dwarf going down a mine shaft. :) Hi ho, hi ho.

2) There's no silly incongruous "art" mosaics scattered around random train stations. Just solid symmetric concrete blocks that make me feel strangely safe and cozy.

3) The trains aren't sleek and new like Hong Kong's or Taipei's, but they have nice cooshy seats that are sometimes worn but never dirty. Gentle on the butt.

4) No black bubblegum stains, no stagnant water puddles, no trash spilling out of every nook and cranny. Clean. Efficient. America.

5) They tell you how long you have to wait for the train on the platform. Not that it makes the train come any faster, but it does let you know about how minutes late you will be for class, which is good for gauging expectations.

Ready to work. Zug-zug. Dabu!

Literally Literally.

I don't know how many people watch the Rachel Zoe Project, but that woman could literally cause an English major to jump off a building. You will never say "literally" again after watching this video... because you will realize that Rachel Zoe has already exhausted the "literally" quota for the entire universe. And now your brain will literally perform a timed self-destruct.


What is the correct usage of literally, anyway? Well I guess at this point the English language has evolved to include the un-literal form of literally. I personally could care less, since I use "actually" as my emphatic stamp. Actually, actually is actually my actual way of actually stressing an actual statement. It's a irrepressible verbal tic, like Touretts but with filler words. But "actually" is MUCH better than my mother's filler word habit, which is "you know..?" It enrages logician in me because if I knew, then we do not need to be having this conversation right now!!!

But still, in terms of tolerance --
Actually > You know
You know > Literally

Therefore, by law of transitivity --
Miffy > Rachel Zoe. :)

Educate yourself:
literally /l'ɪtərəli/
  • You can use literally to emphasize a statement. Some careful speakers of English think that this use is incorrect. Adverb ADV before v ADV adj ADV with cl/group (not last in cl) emphasis
    • We've got to get the economy under control or it will literally eat us up.
    • The views are literally breath-taking.
  • You use literally to emphasize that what you are saying is true, even though it seems exaggerated or surprising. Adverb ADV before v ADV with cl/group (not last in cl) emphasis
    • Putting on an opera is a tremendous enterprise involving literally hundreds of people.
    • I literally crawled to the car.
  • If a word or expression is translated literally, its most simple or basic meaning is translated.Adverb ADV with v ADV with cl
    • The word `volk' translates literally as `folk'.
    • A stanza is, literally, a room.
  • If you take something literally, you think that a word or expression is being used with its most simple or basic meaning. Phrase V inflects
    • If you tell a person to `step on it' or `throw on your coat,' they may take you literally, with disastrous consequences.