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Hosted by the Confucius Institute and the Chinese American Cultural Association, the Chinese New Year's Gala helped students to ring in the Year of the Rooster in Hall Auditorium. The event included singers, dancers, traditional music, and even a visit from two performers from the Peking Opera Company.
On Friday, November 25, I celebrated my first Thanksgiving away from home and my first Thanksgiving in China. In order to stave off the homesickness that settled over us at the start of the holiday season, the 40 students in my program all worked together to make an enormous feast.
The first week of October is one of China's two "Golden Weeks," celebrating the National Holiday. The other, held in January or February, celebrates the Chinese New Year.
I stared at the woman standing at the front of the restaurant.
My mother Kumi always said she wasn't "typical Japanese." She wore colorful A-line skirts and ruffled blouses and high heels that would click professionally across the floors of one of Hiroshima's top sake companies where she worked. She wore bold lipstick and permed her hair. Often times her older brother's friends would mistake her as "Chiaki's older sister," only to be sternly corrected later. As a secretary, she learned how to organize her boss's perpetually disorganized schedule; how to calmly escort a member of the Yakuza with a "message" for her boss away from the company; and how to survive the company's drinking nights (order sake, she told me with a sly smile, because it comes in a smaller glass. Then always offer to pour for everyone else so they're too drunk to notice you haven't drank as much).
Your friend says, "Hey, let's go Uptown tonight!"
"FREEZE UNTIL THE BLACKOUT!"