A Thought Train to Memory Lane - that yellow bastard

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March 24th, 2003

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2003.0324.1709::A Thought Train to Memory Lane
Not a few minutes ago, I was thinking about the phrase "Keeping up with the Joneses," when I happened upon a memory lost somewhere between college and grad school.

In high school, I used to go by James Hsiao Jones. Quite an unusual moniker for a Chinese-American teenager, huh?

See, in my junior year, the Miami Herald's Sunday Magazine, Tropic, held a Bad Poetry Contest. All of my fellow students in our various English classes got together and started brainstorming bad verse.

They would come up with such gems as:

Mommy! Mommy!


The clothes are done.

I took a couple of sheets of notebook paper and threw together a good ten to fifteen poems, short in length (you know the Reader's Digest motto: "Brevity is Wit"), but long in worth. I took my inspiration from the quiet moments of my life--my classes, my peers, my family. Sadly, I can only remember one of them now. I wrote my name at the top-right-hand corner of the pages the way I signed all my assignments: "Hsiao, James." Someone else would compile them into a single shipment of entries to the Herald.

Weeks later, Tropic would present their choices for the best worst poetry submitted. I believe the winner was

(With special props to the other submitter who suggested, "Lather / Rinse / Repeat if necessary"). I would get an Abominable Mention for my work "Life (A Student's View)"--Tropic renamed this piece from my original title, "Calculus":
I'm dying.
I'm dying.
I'm dead.

In their editorial fervor, however, someone apparently couldn't read my generally-readable handwriting and attributed the poem to "Hsaio Jones."



Uh-Huh. The name would stick.

Sometime in my senior year, my creative writing teacher would mark an assignment of mine.

"More bad poetry"
Current Mood: [mood icon] nostalgic

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