
I don't know what set it off today, but I was thinking about ridiculous things that happened this summer while I was studying Chinese in Taipei. And when I think of ridiculous, one person came to mind so quickly that it was slightly frightening. I'm talking about Richie. Richie is the big kid in the picture up here. I'll give you a little bit of a background on him.
Richie and I lived in the International House together the fall semester of 2005. And he was absolutely insane. He was one of the founders of Bad Boys Inc., whose big task of the semester was to build a home for a homeless cat that always wandered into our house when the door didn't close quickly enough. Absolute sweetheart.
Then he moved away.
Then he came back! But I didn't know. I didn't really need to know. It was just one of those things. We later found out he'd been in New York, for whatever reason.
Then the fall semester of 2007 rolled around, and I walked into my Chinese 101 class. I did not know a single soul. But there was this kid that looked really familiar. Then he turned out to be in my section, and when I heard him talk, I knew who it was. It was Richie. But I didn't think he recognized me, so I didn't want to say anything. I can be like that.
That lasted for the whole school year. I never said anything, and neither did he, so I assumed he'd not realized who I was. Then on an extremely early morning, the group of us going to Taiwan were sitting around the Pittsburgh airport, and Richie said, "Did you live in the International House?" I replied, "Yeah, I thought you just didn't recognize me so I didn't say anything before." And that was that, we became friends. To make a long story short, I love this kid, even though he just decided to move to Chicago like 3 days after we got back from Taiwan. But now, on to the memory that I wanted to talk about.

You can't really tell what's going on in this picture. Allow me to tell this short, but humorous, tale. In the foreground is Paul. Paul is also awesome, but Paul knew to stay out of the conversation going on in the background. So Paul isn't in the story.
Richie is the taller one, and the shorter guy is Qin laoshi, our Chinese teacher at Ming Chuan University, Jihe campus. Somehow (only some higher being knows how) the Korean and the Taiwanese man got into a conversation about which ways different ethnicity's eyes slant. If there was a video, you could see the passion that was involved in this discussion. They were marking on the dry erase board every which way, with both wanting to be right about the slanting of the eyes. I don't remember who won, but I feel Richie came out on top, because he wouldn't quit until he won, whether he was right or wrong in this situation. All I know now is that when I can't tell if someone is Chinese, Korean, or Japanese, I don't feel so bad, because Richie and Qin laoshi had a hard time too.
I'm sorry if this story was anti-climatic, but the humor in the situation can not be recaptured. For anyone who was there though, don't you love Richie?