Two nights ago a few friends from my floor (all Danes) and I went to a few pubs in town. The first one refused entry to those younger than 23 - totally weird - and the second one was… terrible.
Thomas, Jacob and others went in first because I was held up at the door for looking too young. I don’t blame the bouncer since I do admit that most Asians like me look a bit too young for our age. While I’m biologically 21, I have people guessing my age to be from 14 to 17, so go figure. So far I’m yet to have received a guess that is double digit and starts with a “2”.
In the pub, though, it’s a little different. Marianne was holding onto my hand to guide me through the crowd. I was looking at the floor because it was so dark inside and I couldn’t see nothing. Out of a sudden, at the corner of my eyes I see unfriendly stares directed towards me.
I looked up. I see pairs… almost uncountable pairs of eyes staring at me, in the midst of loud, deafening house music and the vibrations of the music in the air.
It felt weird and more importantly, hostile.
Knowing what’s happening, Marianne grabbed my hand, shouted over the music to me that the place sucked balls, and dragged me out of the place.
To think of it, I fear for myself. Now I truly feel how it is like to be a minority in a foreign country. When Wan Lin told me a few days ago about how bad it feels to be in Denmark because she felt like a minority, I kind of brushed it off - afterall, the people I’ve been meeting on the streets are terribly helpful and nice, and even the bus drivers are, too.
But I start to have doubts about the younger generation people here. What do the peers in my class think of me? Do they see me like an immigrant, a person who would compete with them for resources?
I remembered that during the first lecture of Applied Proteomics, the lecturer asked if everyone understood Danish. Not all of us did, as there were quite a few exchange students among us. So when he asked who could only understand English, a handful of us raised our hands, and I heard a “oh damn!” from somewhere in the class.
It was not a racist statement, I would say. It’s just for laughs, but it truly reaffirms that fact that some students do think that teaching in English is something that they shouldn’t be experiencing because they’re better at Danish, and we foreigners don’t speak a single bit of it.
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I don’t know how many of my followers know that I’m Asian. If you’re not cool with this, unfollow me now. The last thing I want is some racist shithead following me.