"Oh, I just got back from a trip/mission to China/Korea/Japan," is usually their reply.
Blah blah blah. Don't get me wrong, I like talking about my heritage, but in a three minute conversation while I am trying not to be trampled by students, nothing profound can come from it.
The weirdest experience was when I was speed walking--because running makes you look like a fool--to work at the SWKT when I hear steps behind me quicken, each step sounding closer and closer. Suddenly, out of my peripheral, I noticed this guy matching my pace and stride. As I sped up, he sped up with me. I slowed down, he did the same. I finally looked at him and acknowledged him. I heard him ask, "Are you from Chinese?" and thinking he meant Chinese class, I said yes.
In retrospect, I think he either asked, "Are you Chinese?" or "Are you from China?"
"Well neat. Did you serve Chinese speaking?" expecting him to be yet another return missionary.
"Nope, I went to Peru."
"I work at Chinatown."
There it was. "Neat."
He then attempted to speak Chinese.
"Sorry, excuse me?"
"Oh, ni shi mei guo ren," I said, correcting his tones.
"That's what I said, woshimiegoren."
"You should come by Chinatown sometime."
"Bye." Then he turned around and walked back the direction we were walking away from.
And there we go. We're probably going to be best friends forever.
Anyway, my life. Work is going well, school is going well. It's also really hot right now. Living in an upstairs apartment in the summertime is hot.
Aaaannndddd tonight, after FHE, I am probably going to begin my "Arrested Development" marathon in preparation for the release of Season Four on May 26th.
Oh, Buster. How I have missed you.
Here's a song for you too.
(From The Great Gatsby soundtrack, which is amazing.)