Articles By: Lena Price
Lena Price is a multimedia journalism senior who has spent more hours in The Daily Texan basement than she cares to remember. She’s worked as a news reporter, sports writer and editor. Last summer, Lena interned at a community newspaper in her hometown of Lewisville, Texas. The trip to China will be her first outside the United States.
The petite drag queen strutted to the middle of the floor in a pin-straight pink wig, a strapless wedding gown and a pair of elbow-length white gloves. She grabbed a microphone and belted out a Chinese pop song in honor of Father’s Day as middle-aged men in the audience catcalled and threw 100 RMB ($15) notes at her.
Wang Zhongwei, a 49-year-old rice farmer from the Eastern Chinese village of Xiejiaqiao, can still remember when his family struggled to produce enough food for one meal a day. His 19-year-old-son Wang Yang, who grew up in the same village, never had to worry if he would have enough to eat. He can barely remember a time without the Internet.
A handful of schools in Beijing like Xin Xin take on the task of educating the more than 500,000 children of the 6.5 million migrant workers living in the city who cannot afford to attend public school. According to 2010 census data, one out of every three Beijing residents is a migrant worker and it is one of the fastest growing cities in China.
For the past three years, Zhou Lu Ying has spent many of her weekends playing games with children and talking with the elderly in her sprawling hometown of Beijing. Ying started volunteering at the Beijing Zhuren Social Work Agency in the Dongcheng District while she studied at Beijing Politics Youth College.
Miami Heat all star LeBron James leapt over two opponents and slammed the ball hard to the rim, securing a victory for his team in the first game of the 2011 NBA finals on June 1 at American Airlines Arena in Miami. More than 7,000 miles away, a student at a Beijing college yelled at his laptop and nearly slammed it shut.
As her fingers glide along the wooden instrument’s thin, white strings, Shao Jingqun never glances up at the book of music propped open on the stand in front of her. She doesn’t need to.