Am I African, Mexican or "China"?

You guys dont know this little tidbit (or maybe you do?), but I work half days for two Saturdays out of the month. And this past Saturday was one of those lucky days. Not. So anywho, I come in and I'm informed that Mrs. Lee, myself and Mr. K (gag me. please.) would be going to another school to check out an English classroom and get ideas about how we wanted our own classroom to look. Sigh. That means, unfortunately, more time spent with Mr. K. So, on the ride to the other school, theres this GNARLY fucking smell that comes out of nowhere. No, seriously. I could tell that it wasnt the outside coming into the car, it was totally something INSIDE making serious rounds through the car. I was sitting in the front seat with Mrs. Lee and Mr. K was in the back. I looked at Mrs. Lee and then turned around slowly to look at Mr. K. I knew in my heart that it was him, I could practically smell the kimchi and Hite beer he had the previous night for dinner. I was sooo pissed and extra grossed out. It smelled like someone had let a fucking nuclear bomb of garbage drop in the car. And Mrs. Lee didnt say anything. No one did.
So, we get to the school and Mr. K decided he wasnt ready to go in out of the chilly weather because he wanted to smoke first. And he wanted Mrs. L and I to keep him company. Uh, no. I told Mrs. Lee that I one) had a cold and didnt want to make it worse and two) cigarette smoke makes me sick. We went inside after I made it clear I wasnt staying outside to chat while Mr. K smoked. We go into the school and meet the vice principal, who is very cool and fluent in English, and the schools Korean English teacher. Unfortunately, the native English teacher isnt in because, ahem, its Saturday and she doesnt have to work. Bastards.
I see the class and its really cool and Mr. K is only annoying me minimally (he points to pictures of obvious things like London and Martin Luther King and feels the need to TELL me what the picture is like I dont know), when they somehow get on the topic of nationality. The native teacher at the middle school I visited is Chinese Canadian, and they start having a rapid-fire Korean conversation. Then the Korean English teacher turns to me and says "Are your parents African?" Mrs. Lee says, "No! Shes Mexican!" and Mr. K goes, "No, she China too!" WTF? At this point, I am pissed despite my best efforts not to take it personally. I say, "No. I'm BLACK and AMERICAN. A BLACK AMERICAN." It gets quiet after that, and no more mention is made of my origins (which are pretty clear to me- I'm black and, ahem, clearly American based on the accent) or nationality. 11 months and counting guys.

Still waiting for that positive post.