Identity If anybody asks, I'm Asian American. If they ask further, I'm Chinese. Very few people say "Chinese American". In fact, it sounds really weird when I read Chinese American because so few people ever say it. Very few people say ABC - American Born Chinese. That's something mostly people from China will say to me.
My friends and I think of ourselves as Asian American mostly because that's how we were taught in school. In kindergarten they had the different racial categories, White, African American, Hispanic, Asian, Native American. Also, any document that asks about race asks if I'm Asian, not if I'm Chinese. And most community organizations for Asian Americans are named that way, such as the National Association of Asian American Professionals. The organizations that specifically call themselves Chinese are usually for people who grew up in China.
Like most of my friends who've visited China, I miss China when in America, but I miss America when I'm in China. I like to call it "jetlag of the soul", my body's in one place, but my heart's in the other. I also feel like I'm missing something when Chinese people my age joke and jostle in Chinese; it's like I'm mute in a world that sings. But when I go back to China, the culture shock is nauseating sometimes. So, being Chinese American is convenient and complicated. If I'm shrewd, I can use my Chinese and American statuses interchangeably. But if I'm unlucky, then the Chinese and American collide inside me.
Education Public School As you might expect, most of what I learned is about America. I can sing the American anthem, but not the Chinese one. I know US and European history (and a lot of it), but not Chinese history. I was always "good" at math, because in elementary school, I learned multiplication before it was taught in 4th grade; from then on, I always enjoyed the advantage of being placed in the highest level math classes.