I don't have any viewers yet. I don't have any watchers, no one will probably see this.
But, if, for the smallest moment there is someone that checks this page, and sees this entry, will I know, and will be able to say, 'Hey, I've done something good.'

Yesterday was the assembly our school holds annually for the International Day of Tolerance(IDT for short). In it was several acts that depicted the wide variety of cultures, through dance and song. However, there was this one act my friend did. A poem, that spoke in so many ways to all the people.

It speaks of not just tolerance, but acceptance of people and ideas.
Please, if you run across this, I cannot beg enough. I implore you to read this piece of poetry, and to absorb the ideas and thoughts.

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Enter, stage right: A boy with black hair, and narrow eyes. Allow me to introduce myself. My last name is Kim. And in case you haven't noticed, I am Asian.

And for my entire life, I have always been reminded of just how Asian I was.

In elementary school, I was the only Asian.
In middle school, I was one of the Asians.
But then I came to this highschool. And here, I have simply become known as really Asian.

I am so Asian that when I talk about pi I am being irrational. I am so Asian that for the first two years of my life, I thought that there were only three colleges in the entire world. And if you didn't make it in, you were screwed. I am so Asian that my sister suggested that I write my college essay on my hero, the number zero. I am so Asian that I spell 'love' as 'less than 3' and curves to me are not sexy, but elegant, in slope and area.

From math class to starcraft, from integrals to honor roll, school is such second nature that I can do it in my sleep. And if you ever see me in physics class(sorry, Mr. Liva), I do.

Getting A's, good grades, deeds worthy of praise. But because I'm Asian, no body cares.

Because apparently, in this country, we're born as addicts, not to drugs, but mathematics, chemistry, biology, the Asian psycology is college, common knowledge.

While you sit there and joke, trying to provoke an answer to 'Why are you so serious?' I'm holding back, my urge to attack right back, 'Well, why aren't you curious?' I bet you've never even tried to understand why the asian populations seem so much better at calculations.

What kind of jobs do you think asians had when they first came to this country? You think they were tutors? Of English? of History? Of a country that shared no similarities in language, custom or culture? They worked jobs counting on fingers and toes. Worked assembly lines even if at the end of the day they could only count to nine. And they left their struggle where they stood so they could come back home and help their children with the only subject that they still could. Because they knew with education, comes salvation, but not for them, their children.

They tell me, Eddie, be a doctor, a lawyer when you get older so even if the future turns colder, you will still be able to shoulder the incredible odds and live successfully, happily, start a family, escape depravity, something we tried so hard to do for you.

And I say, from the bottom of my heart, "Thank you, but that's not what I want to do with the rest of my life." When I grow up, I want to be a teacher. I want to be a preacher and speech words of wisdom to students who will listen. Invest in giving tests, help them to be their best, so they can push forward in the thinkings of the so called west.

And tell them everyday, how important they are to me. How their potential is as endless as the sea which brought our ancestors to this incredible country.

Because honestly, we have already lost our chance to live in a world of more than just tolerance. We have already lost our chance to live in a world of more than just tolerance, ever since the Asians were called illiterate, the African Americans were known as degenerates, and the Muslims were labeled as terrorists. Even though our parents tried so damn hard to give us that difference.

And as children for so long, it'll soon be our turn to be strong, and be parents for the next generation

And I will be father Kim, and I will preach my message to my congregation, my students, my children, and instill in them, the need for a difference. That difference begins with a movement.

A movement that begins with more than just tolerance.
Exit stage right, a boy with black hair and narrow eyes, who would give his life to make that difference.

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