Ka Hue Anahā Journal of Academic & Research Writing Spring 2014 Kapi‘olani Community College Board of Student Publications 4303 Diamond Head Road Honolulu, Hawai‘i 96816 Ka Hue Anahā Journal of Academic & Research Writing Spring 2014 Board of Student Publications 4303 Diamond Head Road Honolulu, Hawai‘i 96816 About Ka Hue Anahā Ka Hue Anahā publishes academic and research writing in all disciplines and programs and from all courses, except for Science, Technology, Engineering, and Math research reports, which are published in a separate journal. The name, given by LLL Department Chair and Hawaiian language instructor Nawa’a Napoleon, translates as “The calabash of light” or “The wellspring of reflected light,” and is meant to reflect the diversity of opinions and spectrum of culture our island state fosters. Ka hue – gourd, water calabash, any narrow-necked vessel for holding water. A way of connecting net sections by, interlocking meshes. Anahā – reflection of light Faculty Coordinator: Davin Kubota. Faculty Reading Committee: David Uedoi, Dawn Oshiro, Davin Kubota. Publisher: Board of Student Publication, Kapi‘olani Community College. © Kapi‘olani Community College. Students retain all publication rights to their work. Cover: Kapulani Landgraf Table of Contents KAYO ESTES / A Story in Chinatown 5 MARC BASANES / Apple (INC.)’s Logo: The Face & Downfall of the Millennial Generation 7 QUINN DALUZ / The Impact of Heteronormativity on the Transgender Community 13 ASHLEY M. SUZUKI / Role of Social and Economic Factors in Early Childhood Development: A Literature Review of Child Care and Early Education 17 JEREMY MCKENNA / Bombs, Blood, Fire, Family, and Pearl Harbor 21 ERIK VAN SLYKE / The Re-Awakening of the Hawaiian Conscience 23 JOSE JERELLE LUIS / The Two Sides of a Drug Addict: An Analysis of the Novel Tweakerville 25 JARED HIGASHINO / Who Watches the Watchmen? The Heroes of Alan Moore’s Watchmen and the Guardians of Plato’s Republic 27 JORDON SONODA / “Tattoo” by Ted Kooser 33 ERIC WELCH / The Christmas Tree and the Family Together 35 KELLY HUANG / The Significance of the Winged Snakes 29 GERRIC CULANAY / Variable “C”hange 43 ASHLEY KUPAU / I Guess This Is Love 45 Please note: The views that are presented in Ka Hue Anahā are those of the respective authors and are not meant to reflect the views or opinions of the UH System, B.O.R., the College, its administrators, faculty, staff, and subsidiaries. Coordinator’s Note: These selections were chosen to serve to reflect the wide range of offerings / courses here at the College. The Coordinator and Selection Committee would like to recognize and salute those faculty who encouraged students to submit their work for this inagural edition. Your students appreciate and respect you for your guidance, and we appreciate and applaud you for taking the extra step to recognize and valorize their efforts. Mahalo for your dedication and encouragement. We would also like to celebrate the authors printed herein. Congratulations on serving as strong and grand reminders of our school’s motto--we admire your striving for the highest, and hope that more of your fellow students will follow in your example. Mahalo for submitting your work and for serving as inspiring mentors. To future authors: we happily await your entries and contributions to the next Ka Hue Anahā. Students: Since submissions are always accepted on a rolling basis, feel free to submit your aca- demic and research papers in .doc or .txt format together with your course name/instructor, with a clearly-rendered subject line (e.g. JOUR 201: Submission!) to [email protected]. The co- ordinators and committee will then contact you should your work be selected for the next edition. We sincerely look forward to having your work included in the next Ka Hue Anahā. Faculty: Please offer extra-credit incentives or build in publication incentives as part of the writ- ing process. Thank you for encouraging your students to publish their work. This edition’s essays come from the following courses: PSY 170, ENG 272G, ENG 200, HIST (Hawaiian), ENG 272B, PHIL 100, ENG 273. Many other faculty also graciously asked their students to publish their work. Thank you. Remember: Any academic or research project completed here at K.C.C. is publishable. KAYO ESTES A Story in Chinatown One year ago, a car accident took the young lady’s passed. The young lady listened. The jazz stopped and husband. But, the year had changed nothing for her. the young lady went home. The nights were still long and the nights were still dark. The next Friday night, the young lady was there When it was morning, the days were lost with work. again next to the second floor window. She settled into When she was finally home, she did not eat. She pushed the same chair at the same table and listened again. This her pillows into the corner of the sofa. Each day she did made no sense. She did not like jazz. Jazz was not her the same thing. Each day she slumped into her pillow, music. She had struggled against the drug-like draw. But holding, with both hands, his photo by its silver frame. she was there and the black female singer sang and the The tears were the same as the tears last night and they white man’s guitar sang. The singer’s voice drew-up, blurred the smile in the frame. As always, the tears were born from her pure red lipstick, woven gently and pas- followed by “why’s,” and the why’s were followed by sionately with the guitar lyrics and the young lady was, pain. And she hated this life without him. inside, transformed. The singer sang romance and the Then it was Friday night. She had a friend and this song became romance. The lyrics of romance hurt. She, girl was her best friend. Her best friend coaxed her, alone at this table for two, hurt. A tear, maybe a few, slid convinced her, and they went out for dinner. The little to the edge of her cheeks. The black lady and the guitar French restaurant was cozy and dimly-lit with candles. sang on. It sat on a corner in Chinatown. After their dinner, they Again, the following Friday night, the young lady stood for only a moment in front of the restaurant. Then, was there beside the second floor window. She pushed the young lady said good-bye. She wanted to be alone herself into the same chair at the same table and listened. to cry and she began to walk down the streets of Chi- That night, a couple sat close across the bar. The music natown. People stood three here, two there and some stopped. The young lady missed what the singer was were sitting on curbs. Were they homeless? Some were saying. Then the guitar and the black lady sang a happy whispering as she walked past them and an old man was birthday song. The two, the boyfriend and the girlfriend, already asleep, his head propped against the base of the gazed closely at each other. It was her birthday and his antique store door. There was a dank odor, so, she held gift and they held hands under the table and they were her breath and kept walking. happy. The young lady felt her husband’s hand and re- She had just decided this was a bad idea and was membered their birthdays and he was not there. about to go back to the sofa at home, when she heard a And again, the next Friday night, the young lady voice with a soulful song. Soft light followed the sound was there behind the second floor window. She pushed from the second floor window in an old brick building herself into the same chair at the same table and listened. on Hotel Street. The jazz bar was small and the sor- And so it was, that Friday after Friday night, she went to rowful song swallowed her up and she found herself the jazz bar alone. Friday after Friday night she would walking toward a table next to the second floor window. leave the jazz bar sad and alone. She did not understand The space was tight and she sat at the table carefully. the forces that drew her. For the black singer and the There were only three small tables and five seats at the white guitar player, the gig went on and they sang the counter and she ordered red wine. In the corner, a black sweet and painful melodies and they sang to the young lady sang and a white man with long white curly hair lady’s memories. played the guitar. They were not young. The black lady’s On another Friday night after many other Friday low tones were rich and sometimes husky and her voice nights, a girl and a boy sat together at a table across came sweet. His guitar sang with her and their melody the bar. The singer and the guitar and its player went touched the young lady in ways unexplained. An hour on break. Without grandeur, the boy slid from the chair Ka Hue Anahā / Journal of Academic & Research Writing 5 to his knees, bowed before the girl and proposed. It building. She walked back and forth but could not find seemed the girl said “yes.” The musicians returned from the building. The jazz bar was gone. Every Friday night, their break and the music played again. The simplicity the black lady and the white guitar player and the bar confused the young lady. The tradition and the event had created magic.