In high school my Chinese friend, Zeyi, asked me to help her sell some Chinese food at the Chinese festival in Peoria called DuanWu Party. I went with her expecting to see of course many Chinese people and a few from other different ethnic groups. When we arrived and I helped her unload I scanned the area to see that I was the only white person there. I was not overly uncomfortable but I was uneasy. My friend tried her best to introduce me to people she knew but we all had a hard time understanding each other. I remember smiling a lot and having people smile back at me. I tried different kinds of food, which I had no idea what was in them. We all sat and ate and played some Chinese games, which was very fun. Once the party was over and I reflected on my experience I realized that I was the only white person there. I was the minority and I have never felt that way before. The places I go usually there are more than one white person. I wondered if that was how other people from different races felt when they are the minority.