yellow

Yesterday’s reading class erupted into an argument over my cultural heritage. No conclusion was reached, and incidentally none of the class guessed anywhere near the correct mixture of bloods that I call my own. An attempt at recreating the conversation follows: Julius, “Miss S---- is all yellow so she’s Chinese.” He grabs my arm to show his classmates proof of this statement. “Miss P----- must be Chinese too because she looks the same.” For the record Leah (Miss P-----) is one of those of north European descent who burns in order to tan and who is more pink than yellow. I tried to explain to the class what I was and who my grandparents were. The response to my so eloquent speech was made by Donex, “No she can’t be Chinese because her arms are yellow but her neck is all white!“ Apparently I need to tan my neck!