Considering he demanded to referred to as the Asian Sensation, I believe he had it coming to him

Indiana University boasts an inordinate amount of international students. I'd made friends with many of them, but my core group was Geesla, from Malaysia, Shinobu from Japan, Rehka from India, and an odd, cocky Vietnamese guy named Tarin, with an unbelievable large, fuzzy mole on his upper lip.

The other strange thing was that Tarin, (the guy, not the mole, although rumor had it that mole was capable of 4 of the five senses), would only respond to the title "The Asian Sensation." (I only wish I were making this up). As in, "how'd you do on that quiz, Asian Sensation?" Or, "Hey, Asian Sensation buy us drinks." Obviously to study in another country in another language takes a fair amount of dedication and intelligence and so most of the group could give most Americans English lessons. However, that didn’t stop the somewhat shy and tongue-tied Shinobu from some legendary verbal snafus. The Asian Sensation, in an attempt to boost her confidence would only respond to her questions if she shouted them, as he couldn’t be bothered to listen to her very soft, timid voice.

Junior year an annoying religious cult descended upon our school and posted themselves outside the building to hand out tiny, green New Testament bibles. For an entire week any student walking by was prey for probing of a spiritual nature. “Having a smoke? How about some Jesus instead?”

“Going out for lunch? Well, why not bring Christ?”

Don’t get me wrong; faith can be a beautiful thing. But by Thursday we’d had it and it was common knowledge that keeping a bible on your person at all times to flash the fanatics was the only way to get in and out without being assaulted with religious threats. The four of us girls found ourselves hiding out in the cafeteria avoiding the fire and brimstone that awaited us outside at our usual table. It seemed everyone had the same idea; the place was beyond packed. We took the advantage of the opportunity of Tar- er, The Asian Sensation's absence to discuss his mole, which had sprouted a stomach-churningly long hair.

"Someone should tell him"- Shinobu

"Someone should trim it"-Geesla

"With all that bounce and shine, it's a shame he doesn't have two more for a French braid"- me. (Snickering all around).

"You guys--we should not be talking about his mole this way" -Rehka.

The table shot her a nasty look, I mean charity had its place, and this wasn’t it. Undeterred, she continued, “I mean, I’m 90% sure it has super-hearing abilities.” We were still howling when I spotted The A. S. making his way through the crowd toward us. We quickly muffled tears and laughter as he cockily strode up to the table. We sat there for 10 more minutes before everyone was finally ready for the battle the to get past the religious zealots and to our respective classes. As we parted the throng of people A.S. and Shinobu straggled behind, still in conversation. Shinobu whispered something to A.S. “I can’t hear you Shinobu, you’ll have to speak up.” She whispered a bit louder.

“Shinobu, I can’t hear you.”

Finally she shouted, “Tarin You Forgot Your New TESTICLE!”

The entire room roared as Tarin’s face turned 8 shades of red and he ran back to get his forgotten green bible on the table. I gently corrected my friend, “New Testament, Shi, not testicle…and that’s Mr. Sensation, if you’re nasty.”