Full fathoms five thy father lies,
Of his bones are corals made.
Those are pearls that were his eyes,
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange . . .
---William Shakespeare, The Tempest
President of HANDS, the American Sign Language Club
Fall: I applied to transfer to UC Berkeley and UC Davis.
I want to leave CSU Hayward because . . . I don't like polluting while driving, and
because there is no reason for me to stay at CSUH. It's a good school, but the tragic
circumstance is that it is a victim of its geography, its poorly-performing students,
and its indecisive mediocrity.
I joined the SLHS Musical, later to be casted in the non-existing
role as one of three Narrators (supposed to be one narrator). I mostly just sat and watch
what was happening. My two lines were "Shut up! Sit down, NOW!" and "To be continued!".
June: I graduated from high school.
I took sign language class in Chabot College. I liked it
and finished the second course.
September 11th first happened in Economics class.
Y2K didn't happen, remember that?
SLHS adopted block scheduling, which makes school more
like colleges because they make each class one semester, instead
of a year.
I started Chinese Christian School, a private group with
good reputation for having all graduates going to college.
I received my first Holy Bible.
Never became religious, but always fascinated by the Christian religion.
I was born on May 29.
I might have been hearing, and I somehow lost it.
My mom didn't know until the diagnosis.