Thursday, February 09, 2012

Tonight at class, we did an exercise called Autobiography as Haiku. (This used to be a column in the Washington Post several years ago.) Here's mine.

I disappointed my parents, which is the ultimate sin for an Asian girl. I didn't become a rich and fancy doctor. I didn't go to Harvard or Stanford or Berkeley. I didn't marry a Korean man. I can't make kimchi. I have no idea how the lunar calendar works. I speak Korean with the fluency of a six grader. But I watch my parents laugh and play with my beautiful children and know that maybe I did one thing two things right.