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As I prepared to go out on Friday night, I checked the weather to see how bad the night was going to turn out. Reservations for 53 Teriyaki House were at 7:30PM, and I was not going to let Hurricane Earl stop me from celebrating my birthday. Fortunately for me, the city was not going to be hit hard, but I brought my umbrella just in case luck was not on my side.

I met up with my friend and we took the train to 53rd and Lexington. When we arrived at the restaurant, I saw red paper lanterns and Japanese characters on the chalkboard posted on the walls. The waiters were warm and welcoming as they seated us in accented English.

When everyone else arrived, we looked at the menu to see unfamiliar words describing each dish, from “edamame,” to “tobiko,” to “katsu.” Luckily for us, our waitress was very well-informed with Japanese terms and provided us insight with all of these terms.

After dinner, I was surprised when the waiters all came to our table and startied singing happy birthday to me, and presenting me with fried ice cream. I had never eaten fried ice cream before, and the waitress told me that it’s a special dish that some Asian restaurants are known for; it was a real treat and a great ending to my night.

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This weekend, I traveled to New Brunswick to drop my sister and her luggage off at Rutgers University. Upon arriving, I couldn’t help but notice bright red, bolded letter “R’s” on most students’ attires we passed by.

As we lugged my sister’s supplies out of the car, we spotted a group of students standing outside of the door, all with anxious expressions on their faces. No student looked alike, as if they were from all different parts of the tri-state area. In my opinion, going to a college out of state allows you to meet new faces and familiarize yourself with new people and their interests; my sister is now able to become exposed to people outside of the typical Asian group she was with in her high school.

We entered the building, and when we passed her floormates, I noticed that many students were paired off with roommates who didn’t share the same ethnicity. Every door was decorated with the roommates’ names, along with varying pictures to depict the artists’ interests.  My sister’s name was decorated with a carousel and a pretzel, along with movie tickets lining the borders of the paper. I can only guess that the person designing the poster is someone who enjoys food and theater arts.

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