Typhoid
10-14-2004, 07:05 PM
Well, today we had an in-class write. We had to pretend we are someone in a consumer market, and basically write a summary of our life thus far.
This is pretty much what I wrote ( i cant remember word for word, on account that I dont have it with me, so some stuff will be left out)
"My name is Xiao, I am a 27 year old Chinese woman who just moved to New England last week. When I was 5 i worked in a sweatshop for 7 cents a day making shoes. I used to live in a box. My parents were killed when I was 9 by Mongolians. I fleed China when i was 13 on a boat that was going to somewhere on the west coast. Upon arrival i was in the sex trade business, being passed around like currency. I got no money, because it all went to by employer. I slowly made my way east via truckers. It was a hard few years for me. I finally settled down in New England with my 3 illigetimate children, and my hispanic husband. Sometimes i say my life would be a good sit-com, only for Ricardo to beat me. My children are malnurished and have no education because i cannot afford it. Sometimes i think about ending it all, and how my life would be better if I was dead. And how nobody cares about me in my life, so it would be no big loss if I just killed myself. My life is horrible, Every moment I live is agony. I used to go to the dentist every few months, but lately I cannot afford it, so i do not have many teeth."
Well, that is basically what i handed in. I know i miussed the whole "marketing" aspect of it. But my teacher gives good marks for creativity. What do you guys think.
Oh, and I found out that alot of girls playfully punch me in the pecs, and from the asking and telling from other girls....and Dyne, i have found out they are flirting.
One girl punched me like, 20 times in the left pec on last Wednesday.
This is pretty much what I wrote ( i cant remember word for word, on account that I dont have it with me, so some stuff will be left out)
"My name is Xiao, I am a 27 year old Chinese woman who just moved to New England last week. When I was 5 i worked in a sweatshop for 7 cents a day making shoes. I used to live in a box. My parents were killed when I was 9 by Mongolians. I fleed China when i was 13 on a boat that was going to somewhere on the west coast. Upon arrival i was in the sex trade business, being passed around like currency. I got no money, because it all went to by employer. I slowly made my way east via truckers. It was a hard few years for me. I finally settled down in New England with my 3 illigetimate children, and my hispanic husband. Sometimes i say my life would be a good sit-com, only for Ricardo to beat me. My children are malnurished and have no education because i cannot afford it. Sometimes i think about ending it all, and how my life would be better if I was dead. And how nobody cares about me in my life, so it would be no big loss if I just killed myself. My life is horrible, Every moment I live is agony. I used to go to the dentist every few months, but lately I cannot afford it, so i do not have many teeth."
Well, that is basically what i handed in. I know i miussed the whole "marketing" aspect of it. But my teacher gives good marks for creativity. What do you guys think.
Oh, and I found out that alot of girls playfully punch me in the pecs, and from the asking and telling from other girls....and Dyne, i have found out they are flirting.
One girl punched me like, 20 times in the left pec on last Wednesday.