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Overseas boarding school, Oxford/Cambridge/Stanford, Cantonese, Mandarin, and English fluency. He was a Chinese woman's (andher parents') dream come true.
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50 American kids at a Chinese immersion camp in Pennsylvania sing '带你回来', an original Chinese song, with the 傅兄弟 'Fu Brothers' (Liam & Connor) and Terry Hsieh.
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Justin Yang shares thoughts from his appearance on popular Chinese dating show "If You Are The One" where he walked off with coveted female contestant Jiang Yu.
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I'm from Arcadia, California; "utopia" if you're a homogeneity-seeking Chinese-American family. My parents love this place. My high school is over 70% Asian.
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The Cape Verdeans I met in Africa with the Peace Corps had a hard time believing that someone with the shape of my eyes & the color of my hair could be American.
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The woman took my burgundy Chinese passport, put it in her drawer, and that was it: I was an American. But...there was no chorus of angels, no burst of light.
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I was never called a yellow fruit, no, but was always seen as slightly different. I went from being the most Asian person in the room to, by far, the very least.
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In the US, I was a dorky geek. I had almost no social life, few friends, but perfect grades. There, I could justify my lack of social grace with “intelligence”.
Overseas boarding school, Oxford/Cambridge/Stanford, Cantonese, Mandarin, and English fluency. He was a Chinese woman's (andher parents') dream come true.13
50 American kids at a Chinese immersion camp in Pennsylvania sing '带你回来', an original Chinese song, with the 傅兄弟 'Fu Brothers' (Liam & Connor) and Terry Hsieh.
Justin Yang shares thoughts from his appearance on popular Chinese dating show "If You Are The One" where he walked off with coveted female contestant Jiang Yu.
I'm from Arcadia, California; "utopia" if you're a homogeneity-seeking Chinese-American family. My parents love this place. My high school is over 70% Asian.
The Cape Verdeans I met in Africa with the Peace Corps had a hard time believing that someone with the shape of my eyes & the color of my hair could be American.
The woman took my burgundy Chinese passport, put it in her drawer, and that was it: I was an American. But...there was no chorus of angels, no burst of light.
I was never called a yellow fruit, no, but was always seen as slightly different. I went from being the most Asian person in the room to, by far, the very least.
In the US, I was a dorky geek. I had almost no social life, few friends, but perfect grades. There, I could justify my lack of social grace with “intelligence”.