Concerning Love

A bad relationship is not in the yelling and fighting but in the silence. For if a couple no longer fights, then they have given up on one another.

Cultural Tidbits About Japan

While on vacation in Japan back in June, my husband and I observed some interesting cultural tidbits learned through observation and plenty of trial and error! It was funny because we're Asians and blended in well with the Japanese, so I think many people assumed we were Japanese and expected us to know the particular social norms, behavior, and mannerisms of Japan. But of course, being from the U.S., we didn't know and therefore garnered at times some interesting stares from onlookers. It didn't take long for people to figure out we weren't Japanese though, and honestly, it was part of the fun of exploring the country and culture. :)

Anyway, while in Japan I started jotting down in my iPhone Notes some of these cultural tidbits and differences about the Japanese culture.

- You're not supposed to eat while walking. There were times when we stopped at street stalls to buy food or ice cream and would just continue on our merry way, eating and walking at the same time. It took a few times before we finally noticed that we were the only ones walking around with food in our mouth! Everyone else would buy the food, then just stand right there by the street stall to consume the food and finish it before continuing on their way. No wonder we got a couple weird stares at the bamboo grove in Kyoto when we were eating ice cream while strolling through! 

- When paying for items at a store, always put the money in the little tray by the cash register. Never hand the money directly to the cashier as it's seen as impolite. Thank goodness it was my husband and not me who made our first Japan purchase and had to be taught this!

- At some stores, you have to take your shoes off before entering the fitting room, just as you would in a Japanese home.

- You bag your own groceries. There are no baggers.

- Vending machines are everywhere, and I mean everywhere. Also, they sell everything in vending machines. Literally.

- Japan, despite being known as very technologically advanced, is still largely a cash based system. A lot of places don't take credit cards, so you always have to make sure to have cash on hand.

- A lot of public bathrooms don't have paper towels, and some don't have toilet paper or handsoap! Oh my gosh, this worried me a lot, so I would always make sure to carry those items with me.

- Speaking of bathrooms, some places only have squat toilets. I never got used to those. However, in the larger cities and the places that catered to tourists, there were often spiffy toilets with all the cool perks, such as seat warmer and the bidet with the nozzle that squirts water at your nether regions. Also, a lot of the bathrooms in our hotel rooms had a landline phone next to the toilet.

- Bathtubs in Japan are also taller than the ones in America. Being short, I had to lift my legs up quite a ways to get in and out of the tub (at least it felt like it). A lot of the bathroom mirrors in our rooms also had an anti-fogging area that doesn't fog up when you shower.

- When eating at a Japanese restaurant, put everything back the way it came--lids back on the bowls, etc. Chopsticks are also never placed directly on the table. Rest it on your plate instead.

- Cups, glasses, and mugs are really tiny. Over there, I could literally drink a cup of water in a couple gulps. That's how tiny the cups are! I felt like I could never get enough water in one sitting. Also, most places automatically serve tea instead of water.

- Nobody really talks or plays on their phone while dining. I think it's seen as disrespectful.

- Food is super fresh and less processed. Yumm, I miss that about Japan! After awhile, our stomach got used to eating fresh, healthy food. Our first American fast food meal after our stay in Japan actually made our stomach queasy and our body had to adjust to processed food again. It's no wonder there are very few overweight people in Japan!

- No tipping for any services. That was nice.

- People in Japan talk in low, quiet voices. It's quiet just about everywhere you go... on trains, in stores, on the streets. Of course, the big cities were louder but still relatively quiet compared to here in the U.S.

- When riding the escalator, everyone stands on the left side. The right side is for people who are in a huge rush and want to RUN up the escalator. We didn't figure this out until the very end of our trip! Oh, all the times that I stood on the right side and blocked those people who were rushing! lol

- There are bike parking lots that are sometimes bigger than car parking lots. People ride bikes and walk everywhere. They are a walking society. Again, no wonder there are few overweight people!

That's all I can think of at the moment. I've been meaning to post on here pictures of my Japan trip too, so sometime in the near future, I'll do so.

Images of Fall For Those Deprived of Its Beauty

Through this, may you get a sense of Autumn in America's midwest.

May you see the vibrant colors.
Feel the cool breeze against your skin.
Hear the crinkling leaves under your feet.
Smell the crisp, invigorating air.

Images of the beautiful Earth preparing itself for winter...

Confessions of a Work-a-holic

Quite some time ago, I realized that I was pushing myself too far with work, that I was a work-a-holic. For years now, I've held multiple jobs, never just one. During those years, I've also gone back to grad school and raised three children. It's a work ethic, a set of habits, and a lifestyle I've developed over the years that I've become so accustomed to. As crazy as it sounds, it's hard to let go. I've tried before.

But I know that I need to change that part of myself, for my own benefit and for that of my kids and my husband.

Well, I'm finally able to say that I'm slowly changing. I've been saying no to new contracts from the colleges I adjunct for. In fact, I recently finished the last of the courses for those colleges and am currently teaching for only one--the college I work for full-time. In other words, I only have one job right now.

One job.

That hasn't happened to me in more than 10 years. It's kind of strange. Different.

The other day I was online on a job site. I have this habit of perusing job sites and scouting out work opportunities. I always think to myself, "I'm only going to see what's out there, out of curiosity. I'm not going to apply." But then I see something interesting, and my mind starts churning. My curiosity, that urge I get to always be learning and to always experience new things, gets the best of me. "Maybe I'll apply just for the hell of it. Just to see where it leads," I tell myself. And that is how it always starts. My work-a-holic habits and me... how I wind up with two, sometimes three, jobs at a time.

Well, I was on that job website and I started going down that route again. I got as far as going to this company's website and uploading my resume... and then I stopped. I didn't go any further. I didn't submit my application.

Even now as I think about it, I'm still tempted to go back and apply. It just sounds like such a cool job, and I could get some great work experience out of it!

But I won't. I just have to keep telling myself that I won't apply.

I suppose this in itself--having only one job--is a learning experience. A new kind of work ethic, a new set of habits, a new kind of lifestyle that I'll have to adjust to.

I can do it.

Tough Mudder 2013 and Getting Fit

I recently took part in a Tough Mudder event, which consisted of almost 12 miles of running and 20+ obstacles.

I had been training for the event since January of this year. I remember back then weighing myself and measuring my body fat. At the time, I was 105lbs and at 21% body fat. I didn't care so much about my weight; in this, I guess I may differ from a lot of other females. Instead, my main goal was to trim myself down to 17% body fat.

I didn't think I could do it, but guess what? I did. Woohoo! I'm now at 110lbs (increase in muscle mass) and the 17% body fat I was aiming for.

In large part, I have to credit a change in my diet. I cut out rice almost completely. So hard to do with rice being a staple of Asian diets. I missed it immensely and still do, but the craving for it is no longer there. I also increased my intake of vegetables and added in foods that I had generally never eaten before, such as quinoa and steel cut oatmeal. For me, changing my eating habits and diet was the hardest part of getting fit.

As for the training, in the beginning, I lifted weights once a week and ran 2 to 3 times a week. Slowly I increased this to lifting 3 times a week and running every other day. I'm most proud of my improvements in running as that has never been something I enjoyed or was very good at.

So what was Tough Mudder like? It was a great experience and a lot of fun! It's really more about teamwork and enjoying the experience than it is about competition.

Some pictures from our Tough Mudder event:

Me getting over a 12ft wall. It really takes teamwork, especially for a shorty like me.

The last and often most dreaded obstacle: the Electric Shock Therapy. Those wires that dangle down deliver a large shock to your body when touched. Ouch!

My husband making his way through dark tunnels and mud.

Incline and decline monkey bars.

Overall, I think everyone should try to do a Tough Mudder or similar event at least once in their life. Just for the heck of it. And if nothing else, let it motivate you to get fit. :)

Happiness is not unlike love...

“Happiness is the consequence of personal effort. You fight for it, strive for it, insist upon it, and sometimes even travel around the world looking for it. You have to participate relentlessly in the manifestations of your own blessings. And once you have achieved a state of happiness, you must never become lax about maintaining it. You must make a mighty effort to keep swimming upward into that happiness forever, to stay afloat on top of it.”

- Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert

Light and Dark

The light shines the way, but the darkness reveals stars.

I have been very fortunate in life. I have everything I could want: a great husband, healthy children, a good career, a home, the opportunities to travel, and the chance to keep on learning to my heart's content.

I'm happy.

But I know that things can change at any moment. They have in the past, and they've taught me invaluable lessons.

You see, those are the gems cloaked in misery--the lessons and tidbits of wisdom you learn about yourself, about others, and about the world.

It's hard to see them in your moment of hardship, but carry on and you'll realize that there are gems shimmering like stars underneath all that misery.

Yes, I've been very fortunate. I'm happy.

But I know that while the light shines the way, it is the darkness that will reveal stars.

Climbing Mount Fuji

Have you ever wanted to climb Mount Fuji? I did. In my head, I had this notion that climbing it was going to be awe-inspiring. I knew that it would be tough, but I was going to make it up to the summit and stand tall with a sense of accomplishment, snap awesome photos of the breathtaking sunrise, and then go on my merry way.

Right? Not quite. lol Let me explain.

Mount Fuji is Japan's highest mountain, standing at about 12,390 ft. That's above clouds and fairly high. When I went skydiving last year, I had jumped out of the plane at 10,000 ft, so I knew that if I conquered Fuji, I would be even higher than when I had skydived, and not only that, but I would've climbed up there myself rather than riding on a plane to reach those heights. In short, it was going to be great!

My husband and I were vacationing in Japan and left the Mount Fuji climb for the end of our trip. We had read many articles, blogs, and pamphlets on climbing Fuji, so we felt ready. We set off for the Fuji area on June 30th in order to climb it on the night of July 1st, which is opening day of climbing season.

The recommended way to climb Fuji is to start off in the afternoon around 1 or 2pm and climb until night time. Then pay to sleep and rest in one of the huts along the way and wake up around 2 in the morning to climb the rest of the way to the summit in time for the sunrise. Our plan, however, was to climb Mount Fuji all in one night and make it to the summit by dawn. I dare say, that may not have been the wisest decision, but we were short on time and didn't feel like spending a lot of money to sleep in a hut. So we took a bus to the 5th station around 9pm and set off on the trail at 9:30pm.

We chose to tackle the most often traveled route, which is the Kawaguchi-Yoshida trail. Being that we were climbing at night, it was nice to have other climbers around. It wasn't crowded at all until we got to the top, but having some climbers around meant less darkness and more of a camaraderie experience. This trail (as I'm sure is the same with the others) has stations with little shops along the way where you can buy food, supplies, and use the restroom, albeit for a fee.

How hard was the climb? Well, I consider my husband and I fairly fit. The physical act of climbing itself is not very strenuous. But when you're above clouds, the air is thin with a lack of oxygen. I found breathing to be the most difficult part. Despite going at a slow to moderate pace, we still experienced mountain sickness and were breathing hard with heart thumping away as if we were running a race. Soon we both developed headaches from the altitude and lack of oxygen. Luckily for my husband that was all he had to endure, but for me, I also experienced nausea. We had to buy oxygen in a can when we stopped at one of the stations. As soon as I breathed in the oxygen, I could feel the headache and nausea dissipate, and we were able to push on up the mountain with breaks every now and then to breath in more oxygen from the can.

As for proper clothing and footwear, we were pretty well-prepared. From the readings we had done on Fuji prior to the climb, we knew that there would be a huge temperature difference to deal with. At the 5th station where we started off, it was around 70 degrees Fahrenheit. By the time we reached the summit, it had dropped to 30 degrees. There was snow, wind, and rain up there as well. We dressed in layers. At the bottom, I wore just my workout tights and a t-shirt. As we ascended and temperatures dropped, I layered on more clothes, so that by the time I got to the top, I was wearing 3 shirts, a rain-proof jacket, 3 pants, hat, gloves, and hand and foot warmers.

I saw lots of people wearing tennis shoes and that works too, but we rented hiking boots, which was great for ankle support for the climb down. It was about a 45 degree slope the whole way down on loose lava gravel and bigger rocks. Easy to turn an ankle. The bad thing about the rental boots was that they weren't broken into very well yet. I got huge, deep blisters on the back of my foot. I had to deal with that for much of the entire climb. I took a picture of my bursted, raw blisters and posted it on Facebook. It grossed out a lot of people, so I won't share the photo on here.

We also each wore a head lamp, which I would highly suggest. There are many steep parts, and you need your hands free to grab onto rocks and hoist yourself up. Plus, when you're so tired and worn out, the last thing you want is to have to hold a flashlight in your hands. Additionally, we each carried a backpack with water, food, and clothes.

To reach the top, it took us 8 hours. We got there, saw the orange streaks of light beginning to appear, positioned ourselves and our cameras, and snapped some photos of the sunrise. We rested up there for about 30 minutes. Since it was very early in the climbing season, many of the shops at the summit were still closed. There's a post office up there too for sending post cards out with the special Mount Fuji postmark, but that was still closed as well. I went in search of a toilet but found none to be open, so we began our descent down the mountain.

To reach the bottom was another 4 hours on a different path. Let me tell you that this was probably worse than the climb up. Why? Because it was the same monotonous slip and slide motion the whole way down. It was also daytime, and at a high altitude, the sun beats down on you more intensely.

Another thing... remember when I said I couldn't find a toilet up on the summit? Yes, well, on the way down, there were also absolutely no restrooms whatsoever for hours. I'm not kidding when I say my bladder was about to explode. After 2 hours, I was finally at my wits' end. As we were on a dry, barren, and steep mountain top with nothing around but lava gravel, there was literally nowhere for me to go hide behind to do my business either. So finally I had my husband block me with our backpacks and his body, and I just squatted right there on the path and peed. I've never in my life done something like that before, and I hope to never do it again. lol But hey, sometimes you just gotta do what you gotta do.

Perhaps another reason why going down seemed so much worse was because we had been physically climbing the mountain for what seemed like forever. We were operating on very little sleep and were exhausted, dirty, hungry, and sweaty. It is not a far stretch to say that we were beginning to hate the world and everybody in it, including ourselves. Many times, I questioned myself, "Why the hell am I doing this?!" At other times, I would kick a rock and hate it for being there to trip me up and make me slip. How dare that rock! lol

All in all, the total time it took to conquer Mount Fuji: 12 hours straight. That's the most difficult and longest stretch of physical activity I've ever done.

If you were to ask me about my Fuji experience then or even a week afterwards, I would've described it as akin to torture, and that I would never wish it on my worst enemy. lol  Ask me now and I'm much more appreciative of it.

So was it worth it? I guess I'll give it a resounding yes. Below are photos. :)

The line of climbers in the dark of night, each making their way up Mt Fuji.

The first indication of the dawn breaking: an orange glow stretching far and wide across the horizon.

Dawn on Mt Fuji

My husband gazing at the sunrise.

Lone huts amidst a sea of clouds on Mt Fuji.

This photo gives an idea of the terrain on the way down the mountain: loose lava rocks.

After 2 hours of descent, we were finally almost level with the clouds. We also began to see vegetation. Signs of life! I was so happy.

On the way down, there was really nowhere to rest, no shops, benches, restrooms, or anything for the longest time. People just rested anywhere they could find a spot that wasn't too slanted. Here we are resting on the side of the path like homeless people.

Although the sunrise was a beautiful sight, I found the sweeping expanse of clouds below to be more captivating. Just the idea that I was walking around higher than clouds...it's pretty amazing.

So yes, I can now say that I've climbed Mount Fuji, but will I ever do it again? Heck no! lol But that is now another item I can cross off my bucket list. :)

Scenes from My Joggings

Back in January, I made a goal of becoming more fit. One thing about me is that if I set my sight on something, I have to fulfill it. Usually I succeed; sometimes I don't. For this particular goal of getting fit, I started off by working out once a week--going to the gym and lifting weights, which was something I used to do adamantly at least 5 days a week but had not done so in more than a couple years.

Gradually I began adding in some running. I have never been much of a runner. I think my form is bad, and it just feels painful to me. However, I've been working on my breathing and trying to improve my form, and I'm happy to say that in the last half year, I've made some good improvements in running. I'm now able to do 3 miles in about 27 minutes.

My husband and I have also incorporated working out into our family routine. We jog or work out with our 3 kids Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. On the days that we jog, we usually like to drive out to some trails and go for about 2 miles. It's created some great family moments for us.

Below are some photos of scenes from our various jogs. This is one of the best parts of jogging outdoors: the beautiful scenery and parts of nature that you otherwise may never have seen.

Gene Testing for Cancer

The first bit of news I wake up to today is about Angelina Jolie's preventive double mastectomy.... wow....

Well, good for her. I'm glad she's taking a proactive approach and I'm sure her coming forward with this news will prompt other people to get their genes tested for cancer too.

So far my family has only ever suffered from smaller health issues, such as migraines and urinary infections, but my husband's side has had quite a few people pass away from cancer: his father from stomach cancer, his aunt from thyroid cancer, and a cousin from leukemia. Those are just the people in his family that we know of who were officially diagnosed with cancer, as of course there is no knowing what illnesses our Hmong ancestors suffered from while living in remote, agricultural Laos. They didn't have doctors, clinics, tests, etc. Our family's medical history beyond our time in the United States, beyond our parents' generation, is pretty much non-existent.

One of my biggest fears in life is that my husband or my kids will be hit with cancer. I worry about it probably more than I need to, but it's hard not to think about it.

Does gene testing cover other types of cancer also? Something to look into...

Mother's Day

"All that I am, 

or hope to be, 

I owe to my angel mother."

~ Abraham Lincoln ~

I'm blessed to have a mom who taught me the strength of what it is to be a mother, and I'm blessed to have the opportunity to be a mom to my three wonderful girls.

Happy Mother's Day to all mothers and mothers to be!

Daughter of Refugees: My Childhood School Years

Awhile back, my youngest daughter's school had Grandparent's Day, a special day for grandparents to visit the classroom. My daughter invited her grandma on my side of the family.

On the day of the event, my mom arrived and I explained to her what the event was and in general what they would probably be doing at school. Then I dropped my mom and my daughter off.

After school was over later that day, my mom and I were talking about how the event went when she asked me in Hmong, "Did you ever have events like this at school when you were a kid? Days for parents and grandparents to come...?"

I told her that I did. There were Parent's Day, Grandparent's Day, concerts, and many other school events.

Then my mom asked, "How come your dad and I never went to any of these things when you and your brothers and sisters were kids?"

I could tell that she was working through something in her head.

"Mom," I said. "It's okay. You and dad didn't know about these things when we were young. There were letters and invitations sent home by our teachers, but you didn't know. I mean, how could you know?"

There was a short pause. Then my mom said, "There were some kids today at school whose grandparents didn't come. Nobody was there to celebrate the special day with them. They were sad..."

Then she looked away, and I knew that it had clicked with her:
What school must've been like for my siblings and me... for us, the children of refugees and of parents who had never been educated and knew nothing of the educational system or of the experience of going to school... the homework, projects, and studying for tests that we did entirely on our own at home, whether right or wrong, because our parents didn't understand the subjects and couldn't help... the things we must've felt and gone through at school that she had never been aware of before.

The letters and invitations sent home by our teachers either ended up in the trash unread, or if they were read, they were not understood. My parents didn't know English, and back in those days, especially in our little town, there were hardly any Hmong translators or Hmong ESL aides to assist in bridging the Hmong home life with the American school system.

And to be frank, we were very poor and sometimes my parents were just too busy trying to support our family and needing to put food on the table, keeping us clothed, and paying for rent. Those were often first priorities over what seemed like trivial school events.

My mom was quiet for a long time, sitting on my beige couch, looking out the window.

Finally, I said to her, "You supported us in your own way, mom."

And I meant it. I really did. For refugees who knew nothing about America upon arrival, my parents have gotten us to progress farther in life than we could've ever done on our own. That I'm certain of.

But yet as I sat there watching my mom's reaction to Grandparent's Day, tears formed in my eyes. They were both sad and happy tears.

Tears for my mom, who could not have known about all those school events... for the lonely school child still in me.. and for my own kids' lives free of these kinds of issues.

The Meaning Behind My Tattoos

To me, tattoos are personal and meaningful artwork bestowed upon the body. I have two tattoos, and both have significant meaning to me.

The first one represents my family. My name in Hmong is Nou (or "Hnub" as spelled in my native language--pronounced "new"), and it means sun. Hence the image of the rising or setting sun. The bonsai is my husband's favorite tree, and the three little birds are for my three children. Hence the silhouetted bonsai and birds.

The idea for this tattoo came about as a result of a blue birthmark on my right shoulder, which I wanted to hide... not that it bothered me a great deal but people who saw my birthmark were always assuming my husband was beating me up. Poor guy was constantly getting dirty looks from strangers as it looks exactly like a bruise. lol  So I decided to get a tattoo that would cover up the birthmark. If you look closely at the sun, you'll see that there are some bluish or darker hues to it (in the middle, closer to the orange/red parts). That is the birthmark underneath. I also love this tattoo because I love landscape photos, especially those with the sun in it. This tattoo reminds me of beautiful landscapes, the kind that makes my stress and tensions melt.

My second tattoo stands for my ethnicity and culture. It is representative of the traditional Hmong necklace, which is called a "xauv" (pronounced "sah-ow")

There is a sun on the pendant part, again for my name, and the necklace part consists of two tulips, which are my favorite flowers. When I see my tulips pop out of the ground every spring, it's always an ecstatic moment for me. Simple things like that can make me so happy. I suppose it's just symbolic of all that is spring--new beginnings, warmth, and the most positive of outlooks... which brings me back full circle to my culture.

I'm a fairly Americanized person. I grew up in a very white town and hung out with white people rather than Hmongs. There was a time when I really had no care for my culture at all; I was what some would call "white-washed" or a "twinkie." However, as I've grown older, I feel myself being pulled back to the Hmong culture and wanting to embrace it more. So in a way, this represents new beginnings for me, a return to the culture, land, language, and traditions held so dear by my parents and elders.

Originally, this tattoo was going to be placed around my ankle, but it turned out the image would've had to be made much smaller, so I decided to put it on my side instead.

Both tattoos were designed specifically for me. I don't think I could ever walk into a tattoo parlor or look for images online and just pick out an already made design. It just doesn't feel as meaningful. If it's going to be on my body permanently, then I want it customized, and frankly, I want to be the only one with that tattoo walking around. A distinctive artwork. That's how I see it.

Do you have any tattoos or want any? And if so, what do you have, or what would you want?

Hope Revisited

When I was a child, I thought I could be anything I wanted. Anything at all.

It's what we're taught in school, right? It's what many parents tell their children. It's what I find myself repeating to my kids sometimes when we sit down and talk about their future. I want them to know that with hard work and determination, yes, it's true... they can become anything they want.

Right???

Now we can discuss the merits of whether that kind of mentality is truly accurate or whether it's just a facade. And we can dip into political and social issues and go into what keeps certain bodies of the human race down while others rise so unseemly...we can name injustices as to why this happens. We could, reader.

But that's not really what this post is about.

You see, lately I've been feeling like something is lost. As we age, something gets destroyed, and the more I think about it, the more I'm convinced that it is hope that's lost.

Now I've written about hope before, way back when I first started this blog a few years ago. And I'm revisiting it again, because out of all of the human emotions, I believe that hope is the most powerful and potentially the most life-changing... if we let it be.

When you have hope, it literally lights up your world. But when hope falters, there is nothing worse than the darkness that seeps in and settles.

Think back to your childhood. In the eyes of a child, all is possible; nothing is uncertain.

As we age, the possibilities chip away little by little; the uncertainty rises.

Now I like to think I'm a hard worker, a go-getter. If there's something I want, I go for it and I don't like excuses. I take my time in whatever I do; after all, I want to do it well, not just rush through for the sake of having done it.

But I'm not going to lie. There is always a little voice inside my head that questions my actions and the possibilities I'm reaching out for. Why are you doing this? It says. What makes you think you can accomplish that? Sometimes it simply says, you're tired. Just rest. Who cares.

And sometimes I listen to it. Sometimes I don't. Regardless, I've noticed that I've increasingly let go of hope and the possibilities of what I could do with my life.

This is not to say that I no longer have hope, but it's that childhood sense of hope that I miss. You know the one I'm talking about. The one in which a mere stick is transformed into a sword to slay monsters with and rid the world of evil. The one in which the future stands bold like an exclamation mark instead of the question mark that we too often see as adults.

Somewhere through the years of life, we've learned the word "can't" and we've internalized it so well that it's just a natural part of who we are.

Of course I'm not silly enough to believe that a mere stick can really solve the problems that exist, like it once did when I was a child. But perhaps it's time to pretend a little and just believe that all things are possible. Just have a little more hope. That is all.

For life seemed better then, when we were kids and when all things were possible. Didn't it?

Hmm, perhaps I'm just feeling a little gloomy today. Tomorrow when I wake up, maybe the world will be as promising as it ever was...

Does racism still exist in our day and age?

One of the most intriguing topics my students and I sometimes broach is that of racism and in particular whether it exists today or not. It's a touchy subject, because there are so many varying perspectives and of course no simple answers. 

I recently watched a video of Tim Wise, anti-racism activist. It's a long video (the lecture itself is 1 hour and 17 minutes). But I think it's worth the time just for the fact that it makes you think and try to perceive the topic in a different manner. I always try to keep an open mind when it comes to touchy subjects, and whether I agree with the points brought forth, I value the chance to see things from another's perspective.

Two things I found interesting about his lecture and that I could relate to...

First, Wise talks about stereotypes, and how what one person of a certain ethnicity does or says seems to reflect upon all others in that same ethnicity. In other words, it's a sweeping label applied to all minorities based on the actions of one person in that group. But Wise says the same does not usually apply to whites.

I remember when a Hmong hunter named Chai Vang killed some white hunters in 2004 in Wisconsin.. oh, the fear of repercussion in the Hmong community after that situation. I know many Hmong hunters who questioned whether they should hunt anymore; some stopped altogether. And then shortly after, a Hmong hunter was killed by a white hunter, some say in retaliation for the Chai Vang case.

I have often wondered that if Chai Vang represents all Hmong, then can Jeffrey Dahmer (a killer, cannibal, and necrophiliac) represent all white people? No, of course not. That's just ridiculous. But that is exactly Wise's point.

Secondly, along the same vein, there is also the archetype, which Wise says is when a person is pigeon-holed and expected to fit the mold for his or her ethnicity based on what society deems acceptable. And when a person strays from that, it can be confusing for others to place them categorically.

When I heard what Wise says around the 50 minute mark of his lecture, I had to chuckle a little because he's basically describing me. I'm an Asian-American whose specialty is English, and yes, I have been questioned many times on what I'm doing in the English field (I guess I'm supposed to be a math or chemistry nerd instead of a literature nerd). When I still taught high school, I remember a father of one of my students came in for parent-teacher conferences and the first thing he said to me was, "My daughter's in a regular English class, right? I mean, this isn't like an ESL class or anything, is it?" I knew he was asking, because he didn't think an Asian-American person, such as myself, could possibly understand English enough to teach it.

And yet another one has said to me, "Wow, you can actually speak English fluently! Not even an accent. Good for you!" *pat on the back* I've also been told, even by other teachers, that I should really go into teaching ESL or English as a Second Language classes instead, because... well, I would do more good there, which could be true, but I love teaching English at the higher levels. That is, after all, where my passion lies, being able to delve deeper into literature, reading, and writing.

Now to be fair, I'm also questioned by people of my own ethnicity. You see, stereotypes and archetypes exist within ethnicities among ourselves too. Hmong females, if they go into teaching, almost always choose the Elementary Ed level. I can't count how many times I've been questioned by Hmong people as to why in the world I decided to teach high school, and now that I'm teaching college, still the same questions. I don't fit the typical Hmong female archetype according to some in the Hmong community, and I don't fit the typical Asian archetype according to some in the white society. I guess I just am who I am, and I follow what my heart tells me to do. I don't take it personally though, as most people who question me don't do it in a rude or offensive way. They are simply curious or surprised. I'm always willing to explain, and it is of course an opportunity to discuss and expand the ways of thinking.

Wise doesn't really touch upon this as his area of expertise is in race relations, but there are so many different kinds of stereotypes and archetypes, and many of them apply to white people too. A person's body or size, for example. Usually, after people are done asking me about my choice as a Hmong person teaching English, their next question pertains to my size. I'm a small person at 5 ft and 105 pounds. Most people are curious as to how I can possibly handle a 6 ft, 200 pound student who misbehaves in my classroom. The answer is simple: there is no correlation between a teacher's physical size and his or her ability to effectively manage a classroom. Even though I'm a petite person, I have hardly ever had classroom management issues. It comes down to what your rules and expectations are in your classroom and whether you consistently adhere to them or not. My size has nothing to do with it.

So yes, of course racism, stereotypes, and archetypes exist today and in so many forms, big and small. We've made progress though. But Wise asserts in his lecture that in about 50 years, half of the U.S. population will consist of minorities. What does that mean for our nation, and how will that affect race relations? It'll be interesting to see the shift in demographics in this nation and how that's all going to play out.

There's a lot more about racism in Wise's lecture, but this has been a very long blog post already so I will stop here. When you find the time, I encourage you to watch the video and let me know what you think.

Goal-Making

Goals for me are the foundation of life. They are the structure on which I build my family, friends, education, and profession. Everything I do, I try to ensure it revolves around my goals. That's how I know if I'm on the right path.

If you're struggling in life, remember this: as long as you have goals, you can endure the most difficult of situations, even the most torturous.

Goals need to be written down, not just thought of. They need to be revised from time to time. They need to be exact and specific. They need to have a time line. Goals need to be visible to you as a reminder, so put them in a location you will always see. Revisit them from time to time.

Without goals, you lose your purpose, and breathing becomes hard.

That's how important goals are. They are your breath. Don't underestimate them.

Dear Friend...

Dear friend who I've known for nearly half of my life,

Remember those books? I still read them from time to time. I still think about you from time to time. Just wondering how you're doing. What you're up to. Why we don't talk anymore. Whether you have done that thing that you said you might do someday.

I learned a lot from you. About philosophy. Politics. Religion. People. Life.

It was you who sparked that drive in me to question things, to see the world differently, to always be searching for answers to questions that even others may shun me for thinking about.

It was that one book you sent me that changed my life. M. Scott Peck. Did you know that? Back then, I was at a turning point in my life. A choice I had to make. I picked up that book and read it over and over. I marked it up, put sticky notes on copious pages. You should see it... lol. I still have all those sticky notes in there.

Then I thought real hard about life...about my life. And I finally realized how good I had it. I didn't just realize it, I knew it. I felt it deep in my gut. How good I had it and how good I still have it to this day. I have been blessed. See, even today, even though we haven't had any connections in so long, you still impact me.

I was young back then. You knew more of life and of the world and of how it works. I didn't fully realize it then, but I know now that it was because of the hardships and struggles you've dealt with that enabled you to have that deeper understanding of the world and of people.

The knowledge that you gained from your life you passed on to me.

And because of that, I'm a happier person. I'm more free. I'm content. I know what's real and what's not.

Thank you.

I hope you read this, and I hope you see that you've made a difference.

I hope you're happy too. I hope you've found the courage. I really do.

2013 To Do List

Two things.

There are really only two things on my to-do list for this new year, but they encompass a lot.

1) Do more, see more, be more.

This includes traveling. I will be going to Japan this summer. I also have some camping in Wisconsin's popular Door County as well as a getaway trip planned for the Upper Peninsula.

I want to get more fit, and by this, I mean toning up my body. Riding my bike more. Jogging more. Back to lifting weights. Participate in more run-a-thons and obstacle courses. Maybe, just maybe, do Tough Mudder.

I want to continue furthering my education. Progress through with my MBA degree and maybe reach the halfway point by the end of the year.

So yes, all in all, do more, see more, be more!

I have one wish though in regards to this goal of mine. And it is a wish for my friends and family to share in this mentality. I feel like my husband and I are always wanting to experience things, whether it be concerts, camping, skydiving, vacations, etc. But most of the time, we end up doing those things together, just us...because everyone else always says "no" for a host of reasons.

I love it that my husband is as adventurous and willing to embrace new experiences as I am, but sometimes it would be nice to share in those memories with lots of others too. The way I see it, whether I really like something or not, I just want to EXPERIENCE it...at least ONCE in this lifetime.

Do you know what I mean?

Just say YES to doing more, YES to new experiences. I want to pull others into being excited about experiencing life too.

2) Separate work from home better.

This has to do with my family, particularly my three girls. I'm a work-a-holic. I admit it... I'm a big work-a-holic. And since I work from home too, it is very hard for me to separate my work life from my home life. Work can consume my time during the day just as much as it does in the evenings and at night. I need to stop working once the kids are home from school. I have to tell myself that more.

Stop. Put away work.

And be firm. Have set hours for work and be strict about sticking to it. My girls deserve it.

So there you have it. The two things on my to-do list. Cheers to that!!!

What's on your list?