Vancouver Chinatown

I tried to brush the dead crickets off my desk with my pencil and the teacher said as she pointed to me, “Quit that! What is wrong now?” I wiggled back into my seat and said, “You’d yell too if you saw that.” Mrs. Woo’s eyes narrowed as she raced over to me. She used her pointer, looked down to where I pointed and merely pushed the crickets under my chair. “So it’s a cricket. Now quiet down.” She turned around to the class and said, “No more interruptions. I want all of you to turn to page 45,” as she made her way back up the front of the room. I stared at this cold, nasty teacher who never seem to have a kind word for any of us and her whole demeanor always changed when any of the Male teachers walked into the room. Just as I looked at page 45, Mr. Mike Lee, from the next room walked in. Mrs. Woo was all smiles and I was so tempted to create a scene so that he would see her for the person she was. Instead, I sat quietly when suddenly I felt a cold draft on my back. I turned just in time to see Roy chuckling. I reached behind to pull out a cold, dripping wet cloth that was hanging on the outside of my sweater and flung it back at him. I said, “Stop it.” Mr. Lee heard my outburst and came over immediately and said, “Okay, Roy. I saw that. Come with me.”


About valerieleeworks

Author of The Jade Rubies and A Long Way to Death Row, from many years of candid interviews with Charles Chi-tat Ng
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