it’s so weirdly common to be rude to people who need subtitles or want subtitles as if it’s some kind of nuisance to have subtitles, but honestly? normalize having subtitles on everything. overall it can help people with language barriers who can read better than they can listen to a language, it helps people with comprehension issues, it helps people who have trouble hearing, it helps in general so whatever you’re watching isn’t interrupted by someone asking what someone just said, just put subtitles on! what the hell!
“The first report card I ever brought to my parents was from my college entrance exam. My parents had never asked to see my report card before. I never even heard them telling me to study. Instead they told me to meet and experience a lot of people. When I was a freshman in high school, I partook in a broadcasting club. But while I was taking a part of that organization, my grades dropped quite low. My homeroom teacher found out and I guess she thought that for my grades, it would be best to quit the broadcasting club. So she called my mom and asked her to come to the school for a meeting. My teacher sat my mom down, and told her I would be better off if she had sent me to after school classes, got me a tutor, and pushed me to quit the broadcasting club to focus on my academics and sort of scolded my mom asking her why she didn’t do that. My mom listened to all of that and asked in return, ‘You also have children, right? They don’t grow as you please, do they?’… and she left.”
“제가 초, 중 고등학교를 다니면서 처음으로 부모님께 갖다 드린 성적표가 수능 성적표였어요. 부모님께서 성적표를 달란 얘기를 단 한번도 안 하셨거든요. 어렸을 때부터 공부하란 소리는 한 번도 안 들어보고 자랐어요. 그 대신 사람들을 많이 만나보고 경험해보라고 하셨죠. 제가 고 1때 방송반을 들어갔었거든요. 근데 방송반하면서 성적이 너무 많이 떨어진 거예요. 담임 선생님이 그걸 아시고는 제 성적을 위해서 방송반에서 탈퇴시켜야 한다고 생각을 하셨나 봐요. 그래서 제 엄마한테 전화를 걸어 학교로 오시라고 하셨대요. 엄마를 앉혀 놓고는, 학원도 좀 보내고, 과외도 좀 시키고, 방송반에서 탈퇴 시키고, 공부만 시키면 충분히 잘할 애인데 왜 안 그러시냐며 훈계를 하셨대요. 엄마가 그걸 가만 듣고 계시다가 이렇게 되물으셨대요. ‘선생님 자녀 있으시죠? 그 자녀분이 어디 마음대로 되던가요?’라고… 그리고 그냥 집에 오셨대요.”
I asked my dad if I have ever made him cry in front of me before, because I don’t remember ever seeing him cry. He said, “Once.” He told me that when I was 3 years old, he laid out a pen, a dollar, and a toy of some sort in front of me. He wanted to see which one I would pick. I think that a lot of Chinese people do that… It represents what you’ll value most when you grow up. Like the pen is intelligence, money, is well, money, and the toy is fun. He was just doing it out of curiosity and boredom. It was interesting for him to see which one I’d pick anyway. He said that I just sat there and stared at the items. He sat across from me and waited patiently. According to him, I crawled towards them, he held his breath, and I pushed everything aside and went right into his arms. He didn’t realize that he was one of the choices. And that was the first, and the only time I made him cry.
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