My hair is turning Korean. Not that there’s anything wrong with that… but I’m tired of being mistaken for a Korean all the time. When will the tourists at Stanford and Harvard realise I’m not Korean and speak to me in English first? I mean, I’m glad to take the photos, but sometimes the Korean is way too fast for me to understand. And I’m sorry, I can’t get your child into Stanford because I’m a student there. And no, I will not be your “sibling.”
Of course, I still have a ways to go, if my hair continues to grow upwards like it is right now, I might transform into a Japanese person instead. Which could be fun. I’m expecting the back to mulletfy and the front to eventually droop, making me officially drama Korean one day.
Perhaps I should just end all of this, shave my head, and then everyone will realise that I’m Chinese.
Of course, I’ll probably then be confused for a Tibetan monk.
