I felt distant myself. I missed my friends in Korea.
I lost interest in cheating and trying to appear smart. Besides, the students around me began to hide their quizzes from my view. Even the Korean student refused to share his quizzes with me. Soon, my quiz grades were hitting the 20's and 30's. I felt horrible, but at least I wasn't cheating.
In one class, the teacher asked the students to draw their faces. she gave us crayons so that we could color our faces. The blue-eyed, blonde haired boy next to me drew his face. I copied him. He drew his pointed nose. I drew my nose as pointed. He drew his blue eyes. I thought it would be too obvious my eyes were not blue. I colored in my eyes as light brown. He drew his lips. I copied him. Then he colored his face pink. I colored my face pink. I could hear his amused laughter. He thought I was very, very funny.
He took a brown crayon and colored my face. The pink underneath smeared.
"That's your face!" he asserted.
Comments
celticman | June 5, 2011 - 12:12
This is good I like it. Someone/somewhere did a study of kids drawings and the coloured/Asian kids had similar results to your own.
skinner_jennifer | June 5, 2011 - 14:43
Hello Steve,
this is not natural for me, I seem to be reading
your pieces back to front. I never realised you had
written so much since I was last on here.
Another look at your childhood, shows me that you
really had to struggle, but I think having to struggle makes us stronger adults in the end.
Thankyou for the read.
Jenny.