Ladies and Gentleman, Entry 300!!! *applause*

I had a tough time choosing the appropriate posting for my three readers, and hell, you each have hundred entries each you can read so what does one more matter, but I ended up choosing this little ditty from my Stanford application. I don't remember the question, but I know this is what I wrote (Amanda, any ideas as to what they were asking?):

There's something I have to get off my chest. I'm pretty ashamed of it. I don't like seafood. In fact, I hate it. So, what's so strange about that? Well, my mother's Japanese. In fact, I was born in Japan, spent 7 years living there, have studied Japanese for five years, am president of the Japanese National Honor Society, am a member of Asian Awareness, and have won two second place trophies in the Japan Bowl . Yet, for all my attempts to connect with part of my heritage I am resigned to the fact that I will never, never, be able to enjoy dinner at my grandmother's house in Japan.

The mere fact that I wrote this for a college application made it worthy of posting. Notice the thinly veiled attempt to fit in every Asian-related club/accomplishment I had in high school. Note the hapa tension, the Asian guilt, the academic hubris. I'm quite proud of myself, and also sick at the same time.