I was Asian-American. Or American-Asian, depending on your persuasion. My dad is the closest thing you’ll find to a true European mutt; a smorgasbord of White ethnicities that allows me to be christened Schmidt. If you are familiar with German, you will know Schmidt is equivalent with Smith, the epitome of surname mediocrity. My mum is a first generation landed student, with her eyes set on the beautiful country to fulfill her dream of becoming a doctor. Her ambitions, although heartfelt and worthwhile, are that of a typical Chinese immigrant student. With seemingly mundane beginnings, both are now their own respective superstars. Then I was born with something most unusual, the given name Veris. Veris Schmidt is about the furthest you can