At the hair salon...

Little girl: In nail salons there are only Chinese and Japanese people doing the nails.
Mom: Yup. And they do it really well.
Little girl: It's never anyone else--like Germans or Italians. Only Asians.
Mom: I don't think Germans do nails very well. They just don't.
Little girl: Even in Italy the nail salons are run by Asians.
Mom: There are lots of nail salons.


Had to post this.

what what?

i was wearing a shirt that had a print design of "Irvine." while at work, i guess some kid misread my shirt.

kid: (looks at shirt)..."what's i-river?"

me: o_O

While working in the ILC

I think I just pulled an awkward conversation.


*man walks in*
Me: Hi!
Man: Hi.
Me: Good, how are you?
Man: ...(no response)



(I could've sworn he said "How are you?" by the way he said "Hi." Oh well.)

Finals, finals, finals.

Two girls talking in NACS during Finals Week:

Girl 1: When's your bio final?
Girl 2: Tomorrow at 3pm.
Girl 1: Girl, you've got plenty of time to study!
Girl 2: NO, I haven't studied anything!
Girl 1: Nothing? You haven't studied anything? Not even reading your book?
Girl 2: No, I've just printed out notes.
Girl 1: You're screwed.

Lost in Translation

"the other day, my dad saw a really beautiful bird and he said, "con chim do dep qua!"

my sister then said, "co noi do" (that's what she said) in vietnamese.

my parents were so confused. lol"

Asians in South Carolina?

During my beginning poetry writing class this morning, we were reviewing Robert Pinsky's poem "Shirt". Line 2 to 4 go like:

"The nearly invisible stitches along the collar / Turned in a sweatshop by Koreans or Malaysians / Gossiping over tea and noodles on their break..."

and Lines 40-42 (toward the end of the poem) go like:

"George Herbert, your descendant is a Black / Lady in South Carolina, her name is Irma / And she inspected my shirt. Its color and fit..."

Anyway, the class is separated into groups, each group being assigned a question to answer about the poem. I forgot what the 2nd group's question was, but my classmate had said to the professor something like:

"I think the poem is trying to show a variety of ethnicities. In the beginning he's talking about Koreans and Malaysians, then toward the end he talks about the blacks in South Carolina. Because honestly, do you see any Koreans or Malaysians in South Carolina?"

The class begins to laugh, to which my professor later responds:

"I'm sure there are some there," with a hint of sarcasm.

My classmate also apologized to the class later saying, "I'm sorry if what I said offended anybody!"

Food.

This is a conversation between my roommate (Jessica) and her boyfriend (John).

Jessica: "Did you eat yet?"
John: "Did you cook me anything yet?"