So I am in math class, when the teacher says we have some new students who are from Vietcong. There names are Ving and Ling. Cheesy names, but okay. The teacher sits Ving down with me. He ends up being pretty cool. He says he will let me copy off his test whenever I want if I give him something. I say sure, because I am failing. He says I can copy if I get him his name changed. I say whatever, and ask what he will change it to. He says Lee, like Bruce Lee or whatever. Ling overhears this and starts freaking out about ancestry or whatever. Ving doesn't care. So I drive him over to the Town Hall, and he gets the paper. He starts to get sad, and doesn't want to change it. The receptionist says he has to pay some fee to stop it. Ling starts to pull out change from her purse, when this Asian guy runs through the door. He says "Don't stop. Be Lee, Ving." "Hold on to that fee, ling." |