a, my guanxi had nothing to do with my success, maybe you should all try studying; maybe one day I might have some real competition!" Guanxi is something that I definitely have, my father is a senior member of the Chinese Communist Party, and he more or less can 'make things happen’ for my sister and I. Next year, because of this, she was going to study in the United States, she does not have to go through all of the unnecessary obstacles that the government makes all university students go through; sometimes living with six per dorm room. She does not have to spend 5 years slaving away at a substandard job provided by the government, whose main emphasis of which is on the working class and how much money they can make for the economy to lift China into the Modern Western World. "Mei Ling, what are you doing?" yelled my best ‘pong yo’ I looked up in shock; I hadn’t realized that I was standing in front of my locker staring at it all this time. "Umm, nothing" I answered in a daze."Well anyway, did you hear about Hu Yao bang?""What about him?" "You mean, you don’t know?""No, just tell me!""Well, he died of a heart attack today."I froze: this man was one of my sister’s hero’s, he was an actual respectable Chinese dignitary, and he understood China’s need for change. I stumbled and replied, "Oh really? It must be all over the news, Ching Ching, I will probably hear about it later." With that, I slouched away looking like a wilted plant in the desert on a hot summer day. Class seemed to have dragged on for hours and hours, each teacher's lecture droned on and on and I could not concentrate. I felt as though I were a rice farmer, counting every grain of rice I had harvested. I could only think about what my sister would do. She is the wild one of my family, the more ‘American one.’ She dresses in their fashions, she talks in their ways and she even listens to their music. She is a fr...
