Who I am

As I scroll through the enigmatical h allways of high school for the first time, anxious and worried of the unexpected I was about to anticipate, my palms start the tip of shaking heavily and sweating uncontrollably. mentation to It, I knew It was a start, a new start of liveliness as a beginning, new chapter of not just believing in determination myself, challenging more to my limitations, setting high bars, letting myself free to the humanness of judgments and doubts of others roughly me, and showing my heart to the world in the creation I knew was forming my future already.As in the future I knew would be he take of the things that old chosen to follow or present of today, I knew I would want to become and be the things that I desired or worked for. I was the kind of average teenager that was very practical and simple to my declare age, as they describe it. In soulfulness who was Just rousing around life and just sustenance to the very last purpose, merely that wasnt th e individual I wanted to be identified as.I was the kind of grown miss that was more prone than to Just being there for nourishment, I was living it to the very Max of how I wanted to create an life that I took advantage of shaping It success fully, happily, and valued more than Just to myself. I am the kind of individual who takes a stand in my life and to the opponents of speak up for what I study in strongly in both(prenominal) take in I give up to, whether for the sake of my good, to speak out, or against an disagreement or for someone of any kind who struggles without an example of following, or helped along the way.I am the missy who finds more than an example of following someone In their steps to accomplish, like my mummy, and using a motivation and trueness towards life of my own to fully succeed the example to the environment and the great unwashed around of everything I do or am. I am the young lady who desires a accomplishment and long and short term goal, a nd challenge to be overcome and expected a lesson or outcome out of it to let myself to keep improving whether I was defeated by those or win them, I would still keep pressuring myself to doing more each day.I am the girl that fully improves myself to keep understanding and lack of communicating skills, level for the clock that some(prenominal) might not understand me in a way, but I am different. Deferent in a sense that zip will be completely be eke the way I was or Is created today, in the sense of my doing, humor, personality, thinking, writing/ clothing style, or especially the person I made it to be remembered But before beginning.. I was Borneo in a family of strict, traditional, hard workers from Tray Blah, Vietnam. I was raised on books and the Asian tenet that education Is the only way to success.Shortly being as an elite kidskin with so much fun filled childhood, life as I knew was going to drastically change. I started school as soon as I arrived at the beginning of second grade. I didnt know any English, I had no friends, and I was constantly picked on for the way I dressed and talked. I could not complete any of my schoolwork because I didnt understand anything but aside that, my parents got divorced. I was so ashamed of the life I was living with. Worse, I was lonely and overwhelmed, and I felt so utterly lost.I knew In the example that my dad, a new life to get out her children, new house, and transportation, but she made it happen. Meanwhile at home my mummy was pushing me to learn English, bringing mom worksheets and books to help me. My shame became my credit of motivation, forcing me to work and relearn the basics until I mastered the language. As I began to grasp the mechanics of English, I made friends and my school life greatly improved. With my moms encouragement and my own perseverance, within a year, by the end of one-third grade, I was getting straight As and even surpassing many of my classmates.From that day on, the lan guage barrier became nonexistent. Looking back now, I fully appreciate everything that my mom did for me those first few months. While I was try to learn a language and to fit in, my mom was working even harder to learn a new lifestyle of her past struggle and to take over to a country whose values and culture are so drastically different from her own in which she didnt know how to handle individually living out alone. For her, her entire live were in Vietnam. She had grown up in that land, established successful career, and made a name for herself.In moving on to a new beginning, she gave all that up in the hopes that I, and my brother would have a chance at a better life. In which my mom sacrificed so much for me and my brother, she continued to put aside her own interests and wants, to provide for the two of us. She allowed me to live the life of comfort that I do today. From my mom, I have acquire the meaning of hard work, integrity, and compassion. I truly believe that my dr ive, determination, and dedication in everything I do come from my mom, because I take heed it in her every single day. I respect my mom tremendously and I work hard to become successful to repay her for all she done.Of course, our relationship is not perfect. I am always frustrated and risky with her unreasonably high expectations, endless comparisons, and overbearing protectiveness. However, I have learned to fuel that anger into motivation to try harder and prove to her that I am good enough. Today, I work for my dreams, to provide for myself as an independent woman, and to motivate the world and get lost in the chaos of busy cities. I work to give back to my family, to my friends, to my community around me, of all which have made me the person I am. I want to leave my judge on this world, to make a name for myself, and to become a somebody.