rowlandanthonyimperial
Thursday, January 24, 2008
09:00
So what.
"So what made you become a deejay?" she said curiously.
"Oh, I don't know. I wasn't very good at work. Scraped through A levels. I spent more time listening to radio than studying."
"So who did you like?"
"The Beatles, of course. Jefferson Starship. Marc Bolan. David Bowie-but that was much later-"
"Hey, I liked him too." She raised her eyebrows expressively. "I think he's cool. Besides," she added thoughtfully, "you're not stupid."
"Why-thank you-" but she had to wait, as the record playing had come to an end. He spoke deejay patter into the mike and spun his next record.
"-about my not being stupid," he said encouragingly , grinning.
"Well," she said. "What's a crummy mark anyway?" It just shows how you did well in a test at a certain date at some point in your life. But no one here buys that. The other Asians in my school in LA, they were all crammers too. Some crazy tomfool idea of success. It's their parents' fault. Look, maybe you and I can't study.
So what? It's just one facet of learning. I don't see why a guy who can memorize facts is necessarily smarter than a guy who can surf really well. It's just-" she frowned- "different centres of the brain being sharper than the rest."an excerpt from "Lee" by Claire Tham, first published in 1990
