The Ugly Volvo (theuglyvolvo) wrote,
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Although I think it was a country at one point.

I remember wanting to be a full-blooded Japanese person in second or third grade. This wasn't driven so much by the intricacies of the Japanese culture (of which I knew none at the age of seven) than it was by the fact that when we did genealogy projects in art class, theirs was the easiest flag to draw.
"Hi, I'm Japanese. Here's a white piece of paper with a dot on it.
If you need me I'll be outside at recess while everyone else finishes this stupid assignment."

My brilliant art teacher announced that we would be re-creating the flags of our various ancestors, admitting that it would be slightly more work for those of us with varied backgrounds. And even for those people with only one country to their name, the difficulty depended on where they were from. Everyone wanted to be from what we referred to as "The three-stripe countries." These, as you can probably guess, are countries whose flags consist of three, broad, horizontal or vertical stripes. Ireland, Italy, France, etc. No one wanted to be from Spain since then you had to draw that stupid, elaborate crest-thing in the middle of the stripes. No one wanted to be from Brazil because you stayed late trying to re-create the planetarium that someone decided needed to be on their flag. Anything with detail was bad. Any flag that couldn't just as easily be done using finger or body paints was considered a severe inconvenience.

And there were always confusions because so many of the flags were so similar. Get one color wrong and you were from a different country. If the red and orange got confused that day Antonio Venzetti would be proudly displaying his Irish heritage and Erin O'Connell would be asking her mother to bring in pasta fagioli for the international dinner.
And then, of course, there were those of us who were "not really paying attention." Blah blah whatever. Scotland and Italy were easy. I had ancestors from both France and the Netherlands but I could make one flag with red, white and blue stripes and just rotate it 90 degrees to symbolize both countries.
Puerto Rico I had put off since it had a star on it and, therefore, would be a pain in the neck since stars were not my specialty. (When drawing the american flag it was acceptable to put 13 stripes and 50 dots.) The Japanese kids had been done for over half an hour and in my rush I didn't bother to check my final project against the other kids projects to make sure it matched up. Specifically the number of stripes on the flag.

The blue part of the flag was 'supposed' to come to a point, but I guess laziness took care of that. The parents coming to see the display, on the off chance that they looked at any flags but those of their own child, might have noticed that I was not only from a variety of European nations, but (unlike their own children) I was also a half-blooded Texan.
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