Friday, September 16, 2011

[RE] nancy's draft of horror

On this post I won’t really be talking about Nancy’s draft of her college application but something from it. Here I stole the following quote

Throughout my childhood, I constantly earned praises from my mother for every little accomplishment, from reading a difficult chapter book to award certificates from good behavior in school. Her warm smile and joyful eyes were always worthwhile whenever I worked hard on accomplishing my goal.

This few lines makes it seem like her life was so great with someone to support her, and that’s good, but I had the opposite of that. Grades in a true Chinese family are expected of you because that is why they came to America for. There is no point of praising you because that’s the way they think. If you show them straight As, they will even ask you where is the 4.8, 5.0 or A plus. In the event that a B finds its way to your report card, you better buy some earplugs. You will never hear the end of this small indent in your transcript. Soon, your whole family and your families’ friends will know about this B or B+. One thing curious about an Asian family is that they talk about the mistake you have and not the achievements that you acquire. That is a one very sad thing that will probably mentally destroy some people, but oh wells, I’m used to it. .. . . . oh yeah this parent I’m talking about is not my dad because I do not live with him.. .

I sometimes feel that I could’ve done a lot more important things and had more skills if my parents hadn’t divorced and if I had gone to Chinese school. If there wasn’t such divorce, it is possible that I would have this warm smile that Nancy talks about. My mum was too busy worrying about herself and post-divorce craziness to worry about my brother and I. If I had gone to Chinese school, I would’ve been done by the time I was in 6th grade. The ability to speak, write, and read Cantonese would be a great asset to my language skills but that didn’t happen. IF . . . if only is all we can think about. Well my childhood passed with a lot of time wasted, that’s just very unfortunate for me. One day I will find someone who can give me constant warmth to my life.

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