Last week, Mr. A gave a Chinese New Year presentation to M’s 1st grade class. I had mixed feelings about it initially, but after M came home from another parent’s Hanukkah presentation saying “Mama! We learned about Hanukkah today! We at latkes! It was sooooo cool. I wish I was Jewish!!”, I changed my mind. I decided first graders are probably pretty positive about new things if it is presented in a fun (and delicious) way.
So Mr. A went to school and did a presentation (I was there as a crowd control helper). As the teacher introduced us, she said “This is Mr. A and Ms. AmFam. They are Chinese New Year EXPERTS!”
At that point, M piped up: “My MOM isn’t an expert in Chinese New Year because her ancestors are from EUROPE!”
Mr. A read a couple books, made the kids kowtow for a chocolate coin filled red envelope, used a puppet to demonstrate a lion dance and taught them to use chopsticks to eat a big marshmallow. We also gave them a cup of Mr. A’s famous noodles (aka long life noodles) and a M’s beloved Taiwanese shortbread cake. For the most part, the kids were great. A few of them balked at eating unusual things, but the majority tried and liked the snacks.
My favorite comment of the class was made in response to one boy’s grimace and statement that he was NOT going to try that cake and it looked gross. Another little boy said “Evan, you should try it! I thought it would be DISGUSTING, but when I tasted it, it was DELICIOUS!”
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Yesterday, we went to China Day, which is a big festival of Chinese culture put on by a variety of Chinese organizations in our state. In previous years, M performed her Chinese dance at that event, but since we are Chinese School drop outs, we could all relax this year. After a thousand hours of incredibly boring speeches, proclamations, banner presentations, the girls enjoyed a lion dance and dance performances.
There were a lot of different cultural activities on the schedule. My personal favorite was “How to guide your kids to study math.” I pointed it out to Mr. A because I thought it was funny. He failed to see the humor and was disappointed we weren’t going to be able to attend that session due to a scheduling conflict.
When we went to get a snack. Mr. A saw the college students who performed the lion dance and went to talk to them. He was hoping they might want to perform at a big fancypants Asian Lawyer function later this year. It turns out the lion dancer guys were members of a new Asian fraternity. Mr. A asked several of them who he should contact to book them and they all just mumbled and shrugged. Finally someone told him to ask Everett.
When he tracked Everett down, Mr. A introduced himself. Everett did a typical frat-boy head nod to say hello. Mr. A went on to explain about the fancypants Asian lawyer event, which caught Everett’s attention.
“Asian Lawyers? Here in our city?” he said.
Mr. A said yes.
“You a lawyer?” Everett asked.
When Mr. A said yes, Everett immediately dropped his eye contact (which according to Mr. A is a sign of respect in Asian cultures).
Then Everett smacked his hand on his chest (kind of gang-symbol like), nodded his head again and said “Respect, yo.”
Mr. A thought that interaction was seriously hilarious and repeatedly said “Respect, yo!” to me all evening.
i’m totally going to do that to Mr. A the next time i see him.
Respect, yo!!!!
I just couldn’t resist that comment. By the by, this year I performed taiji in our New Year’s celebration. No lion dance but we did have a huge banquet afterwards.
They balked at cake and noodles? That is interesting. I am a PICKY eater, my daughter will eat anything (except seafood she says because she doesn’t like shrimp) she did attempt to eat a mussel at a Chinese New Year dinner Friday night – that didn’t go so well as she didn’t chew it quite enough. Thankfully she only choked a short time before she pulled it out herself. When her friend told her she needed to chew it more she said, you should have told me that before – I don’t chew mushy foods!
So, there are kids who will eat anything:)
I just want to say that Mr. A’s noodles are a big hit with everyone in my family (except my 10 year old son*. Lana (our daughter from Vietnam) would eat these noodles every day, and she gets very excited when I am cooking them.
*My son is the pickiest eater – and while he will eat all kinds of foods plain, he refuses sauce, and he doesn’t like any food to touch any other food on his plate. The long life noodles are basically a nightmare of sauce and foods-touching-other-foods for him…
Like Carosgram, I am going to wander around hitting my chest and saying, “Respect, yo!” at odd intervals during the next few days…
I loved this story! Actually, I kept thinking that it was a good example of a recount, since I am so busy teaching them at school at the moment.
Also, have you seen the website, “My Dad is a FOB”? I was wondering what Mr A thought of it if he has even seen it.
These are too funny. Especially the whole studying-math thing. Hee.