(We are taking our final exam. At this point, I have been awake for exactly 32 hours. A few minutes into it, the professor makes her way to the front and starts writing on the board.)
Professor: *writing* “Give me proofreading or give me death!”
Me: “Not too sure about the first part, but I can do that last part.”
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(In eighth grade, I take a cooking elective that involves partnering up with two or three other kids in the class. I’m Chinese, and rather obviously so, with an unambiguously Chinese last name and Asian features.)
Partner: “So, [My Name], are you Asian or Chinese?”
Me: “…I’m both. China’s in Asia.”
(I had to actually get out an atlas and show her that China was in Asia.)
(A classmate of mine is an extremely skilled traceur – a practitioner of parkour – and will demonstrate tricks for us if we ask. We’re set to have a guest speaker come in today and are waiting for him to arrive.)
Me: “Hey, [Traceur], can you show us your new trick again?”
Traceur: “All right.”
(Halfway through the trick, which involves him flipping off the wall, the guest speaker comes in and sees him.)
Speaker: “…What the hell? Which demon did you have to sell your soul to be able to do that?”
(To this day, whenever he does a trick, we ask him which demon he takes parkour lessons from.)