The girl on the left, Somana, is a wonderful, courageous girl who was kidnapped and sold to a brothel at 14. The brothel gouged out her eye as punishment when she complained. After we wrote about her, Secretary of State Hillary Clinton visited her on a trip to Cambodia—and the visit reverberated through the Cambodian bureaucracy. The message was that maybe these girls matter after all, if America cares about them.
I woke up in a bit of a panic. I had a dream that at I was back in Chinese School. I actually relived some of my life events and they didn’t seem so bad then, but looking back at them now…I really really bad for 10-year old Caroline.
I was probably the least popular girl in Chinese School. I didn’t care about doing well in CS which made me a pariah among my female peers. I remember there was this awful girl, Vicki, that I couldn’t stand. I thought she smelled and she was really stuck up.
Anyway, I hated going. The teachers sucked- you passed no matter what- so I purposely tried to do well to show everyone the flaws in their system. No one cared. Everyone was always surprised by me. I was the WORST kid in class, yet I always got all the big parts in the plays (yes, we had to do plays and perform- this is an Asian event after all) and won the debate competitions. I must have been the most frustrating student ever.
I don’t remember if there were parts that I did enjoyed, but if I did, it was dance class. I am 70% certain I did not actually enjoy it, but I honestly can’t remember. What I can remember was the teacher actually liking me, but the girls HATED me. Even girls who ended being my friends in high school were very mean to me. I remember Katherine and Katy (both girls I ended hanging out with in HS) making fun of my ribbons (which looked just like everyone else’s) and ignoring me in between performances.
There was Jane and Lisa- two girls who I still avoid when I accidentally run into them in town. They took dance class so seriously and hated the fact that I was always in the front (likely because I was the smallest) and got more solos.
I used to hold protests against going to Chinese School. When my dance teacher left, I got to get out of that. Soon, my parents could not take the constant chanting, screaming, kicking, and crying and finally let me quit. I think the one who probably suffered the most was my sister. Vicky. I don’t know if she actually liked Chinese School or not. She did love school normally, so I can only assume she did.
Chinese School did not foster any sort of creativity. It was a soul less dungeon where kids had to be just like everyone else- awful, competitive people. I think I realized where my distrust of Asians comes from- wow, what a morning so far.
DIY Craftsmanship of the Day: Ziploc Bag Jacket for Snacking on the Go
A crafty lady by the name of Diane made this ingenious jacket out of Ziploc bags. Not only is the clear plastic great for staying dry on rainy days, she can always have some snacks with her. This is one outfit that truly succeeds at fashion and function. Hat tip goes to Laughing Squid!
MY FRIEND DIANE MADE A ZIPLOC BAG JACKET
Just looked up the training for the half-marathon.
First sentence reads, “Make sure you have been running for at least two months and can run at least 8-10 miles.”
Is there a plan for the first 8-10?
Justin Timberlake in Vegas on 11-30
Also the OSU vs. M*ch*g@n game.
Also the time when Britney has her Vegas show.