One-child policy project

One-child policy project

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  • Clean up your room!
  • Me
  • Mr. Choo
  • Hey class, my name's Mr. Choo. Welcome to your government course.
  • I used to get so sick of having my mom tell me what to do all the time. I couldn't wait until I was old enough to be the man of the house and stop being told what to do by some woman. But today, that all changes. Today, I start high school. 
  •  So walking into school for me looked something like this. As you can probably tell, I was pretty stoked about school and finally becoming a man. But I guess I was just expecting more options for girls I could potentially date. Dad reminds me to start thinking about marriage early or I'll lose my opportunity. I honestly don't know what I was expecting. It's been this way since kindergarten. Always more boys than girls.
  • Government. This was the course that set apart the men from the boys. Here was all the knowledge I needed for the rest of life. He covered the basics and structure of our communist government. All started by the famous Mao Zedong. Although he may have made some mistakes here and there (a.k.a. the reason there was a huge famine in China, I see his good intentions. As we got further into the lesson, we learned about the role Confucianism played in our government. It turns out, the legal systems are generally based on a combination of Confucian ideals and pragmatic Legalism.
  • The government topic continued into lunch as my friends and I started talking about the one child policy. My friend started telling us about how he was supposed to have an older sister but his dad made his mom abort the fetus as soon as they found out it was girl. It busted my mood. I had once been so excited about being a man and not getting bossed around. But now I almost felt ashamed of the patriarchy I support every single day.
  • When my mom picked me up from school that afternoon, I asked her if she has ever had to have an abortion because she was pregnant with a girl and not a boy. She seemed hesitant to tell me the truth. But she finally told me the story of how she had to give her first child up for a adoption because my dad would not allow a girl. I had a sister.
  • That night, as I sat in bed right before going to sleep. I vowed to myself that I would be a good person, and that I would respect my mother. And when I was old enough, I'd set out and look for my sister. Based on what my mom told me, the first place to look was the U.S.A. 
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