Holy H-E- double hockey sticks. It’s been nearly 3 weeks since I’ve posted anything relevant to the class, but I’ll try today. Unlike many of my compatriots, I have been stuck in a ruck (work) and was unable to really do anything. At my age, you no longer get to experience the perks of being a college student. No longer am I afforded the luxuries of taking afternoon naps or hanging out with friends during the weekday. My free time is now taken up by work, work, and homework (in that order). Anyways, I digress from the main point of this post, which is a reflection of the mid-term.
The class period prior to the mid-term had me extremely concerned. Not only was the class graded on a joint collaboration, but we were also in such disarray during that time frame. It seemed as if everyone was in one of two states: panic or indifferent. As the time on the clock came to a conclusion, it seemed like there was an inkling of cohesion amongst the groups, but it was not enough to put me at rest. Just like everyone else, I had a couple mid-terms that needed to be handled (and handled them I did =D)
For the mid-term itself, I was working with the visual arts individuals. We ultimately decided to plaster stereotypes of Asians and somehow look the part. My stereotype was “All Asians eat cats and dogs.” At first, I didn’t really know what to do, but then decided to find an adorable animal that no one would even think of eating. I was really reluctant to bring my cat with me because she is a house cat. Luckily for me, Jeff was more than willing to let me hold his dog Keno for the midterm. As we prepared for the tasks at hand, I couldn’t help but feel terribly sorry for Keno. Although he(?) received plenty of loving attention, it was way too much for her to handle. Consequently, she ended up laying a liquidy goop of love on the front table.
After the logistics were finally finished, we set forth on our merry journey to spread some awareness about Asian adversity and discrimination. The group was large and the chant was loud. Without a doubt, it grabbed the attention of just about everyone outside, and many had puzzled looks on their faces. As we moved from one station to the next, a lot of people stared, but it did not seem to faze the individuals performing at the time. Since I had a sign around my neck and Keno in my arms, many people walked up to me. Some asked what was going on, while others just stopped by to pat Keno on the head.
By the end of the class period all groups had finished doing their respected section of the final. In a closing ‘ceremony’ we called out to a final “Isang Bagsak” and ended the class. The hands clamped down, and everyone let out an exhaustive cheer. The mid-term was over.
