Yuli

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Podcast
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Biography/Geography
China. What come to mind when you hear this? The Great Wall? The temples? Or the amount of people living there? In 2009, China's population was about 1,300,000,000 people. With all those people, you might think how in the world can they deal with that many cars. Well that's because the walk, ride their bike, or take a bus to get places they need. The Chinese also believe that doing these things will help them live a healthier life style. Another way to a healthier lifestlye is that they eat their biggest meal at lunch. The Chinese eat some specific foods on holidays, like how they eat fish on the Lunar New Year. So next time you hear the word China, what will you think of?

Creative Writting
Yuli Wang is a Chinese teacher at the Dayton Regional STEM School. In the past couple years she graduated from Ball State with her masters in a combined program of TESOL (teaching English to speakers of other languages) and linguistics. After that she pursued her second masters in accounting. She also taught English at the Chengdu Institute of Sichuan International Studies.

“We were on the bus, so, I didn’t hear very clearly what the person in front of us said, so, he moved to another seat. He murmured something before him moved there I didn’t hear that but my friend heard that. She was very angry.”

A Glimpse of Discrimination By: Brooke Artz

My friend Lan and I were walking down the sidewalk. Neither of us could drive, since we just arrived from China, and many there people rely on public transportation. We liked walking in the new environment, exploring our new surroundings: the big lights and the different agriculture. We then decided to look at some clothes on the other side of Chicago. It’s a pretty far walk, so we decided to take a bus. “Where is the bus stop at?” said Lan. “I think it’s just around the corner.” I replied. We walk around the corner, only to find just another street, and no bus. We continue to walk until we found a map of the city. The map says the next bus stop is a two mile walk. Most people would think that is really far, but Lan and I were used to it. We finally made it to the bus stop, after the two-mile walk, and the bus is supposed to stop there in ten minutes, so we made it just in time. We sat on the bench and waited for the bus. I can tell the bus is kind of old when it pulls up closer. Lan and I boarded the bus. I was correct; it was one of those buses that have the old light blue and pale yellow seats. For being an old bus, it was very well kept. None of the paint was chipped, and no graffiti was in sight. “That will be $3.00 ladies,” said the bus driver. The bus driver was a tall middle aged looking man. He had rough, short, brown hair, and brown eyes. So we paid him the bus fee, and went to find a seat. Lan lead the way to a seat on the left in the middle of the bus. When we sat down there was a polite, young couple behind us. You could tell they were in love; just by the way they acted together. Then, in front of us was a man. A mysterious looking man, with dark brown almost black hair. He murmured something under his breath as soon as we sat down. Then, he moved seats, and out of the corner of my eye I could see Lan was very upset. I asked her what was wrong. “That man was being utterly rude,” she said. “How was he being rude? He was just changing seats,” I replied.

She then revealed to me that the man had said, “he doesn’t want to sit next to the Asians.” I just sat there confused. I didn’t understand why she got so mad over that. There could be things said that are a lot worse than what he said. There is no use getting upset over the little things. “Why does it matter that he said that?” I asked Lan. “I just wish that people could accept us for who we are. Why does it matter if I’m Asian, American, or any other ethnicity? Why can’t people understand?” she said in a concerned tone. I thought about what Lan had said all the way to other side of Chicago. Why does it matter what ethnicity we are? Aren’t we all the same on the inside? Who determines who is better? I just sat there pondering at these intricate questions that should be so easy to answer. I believe that we are all the same no matter what we look like, and however we choose to live.