It was 1974 and Kwan (Not his real name. His real name didn’t have any vowels.) sat beside me in Miss Compass’ second grade class. We didn’t know what country he was from, but when his father came to career day, he barely spoke English. All we understood was that he did something with math or computers. The father spoke to Kwan in some strange language. Then Kwan played the violin for us, and the father left. I didn’t learn a lot of useful career options that day, ... (more)