hahah i'm so excited about the weekend man man!~

guys i need to write another personal essay. in one year i wrote two

i don't know what to write

what i want to tell people about me was already wrote in the first one.

English is not the language I am good at, but I am trying to conquer it.  I grew up in Malaysia speaking Mandarin and Malaysian in school, and Cantonese and Hakanese at home.  For ten years, I did not know I was born in America.  It was not until the day my parents told me I had to go back to America that I learned the truth.  I left everything behind, my siblings, my family, my friends and the languages that I had been speaking for ten years. I came to this country without knowing any English.  I was cursed at by children younger than me and I was looked down on by the American born Chinese, just because I did not know how to speak English.

            During the first three years in America, I felt like I was in hell. I saw coming to America as a bad decision that my parents had made for me.  After a few years, things started to change. I realized that if I wanted to live in America, I would have to assimilate and learn to speak the language. I would need to be an immigrant who embraces the America culture, language, and life style in order to live happily in America. I started to write poems, play tennis, speak English, make new friends, taste new foods, see and learn new things, and finally get to know myself. I stayed after school everyday just to make sure that I understood everything that the teachers taught during school day. I spent four hours a day doing homework when others only needed one and a half hours. I even tried to get used to those canned pineapples by eating them everyday during lunchtime.

            When I came to high school, I continued to try to improve my English and embrace the American Culture. As a sophomore, The Academy of American Poets selected me for a poem I wrote entitled “I Know But You Don’t Know.” This poem was about how hard it is to learn another language and how it feels when you know more languages then others. The process of learning a language is hard, but in the end I gained more knowledge.  As I got older, I also volunteered at a daycare, a hospital, and my church. Over the past four years I have completed over 500 hours of community service. I did all of the things that American students would do just to validate that I am a part of this society too.

            Now, as a senior, when I am on my way to becoming an American, my parents once again want me to leave everything behind that I have built. They told me that I had to go back to Malaysia. I was very mad when they told me. I do not want to see my life being replayed repeatedly. I do not want to go back to the same situation I was in when I was ten year old. I do not want to be the little girl they think I am who is unable to make her own decisions. I want to be who I want to be, not who they want me to be.

After 7 years in this country, I found out America is a very diverse country with a lot of opportunities.  I have realized that I want to be a multi-cultural person who is part Chinese, part Malaysian and part American.  As for my career, I realized that I want to become an Obstetrician, because I would feel useful helping a new life be born with my own hands. I know that I can only make my dreams come true in America. If I go back to Malaysia, I will have to start all over again.

            I am not meek. I will follow my dreams, even though I know that my parents will not always agree with my decisions. I know that staying in America will be the first and best decision that I will ever make. I will not regret the fact that I choose this road. I will continue my studies and my path towards becoming an Obstetrician. Even though I may not get outstanding scores on the SATs, or write the most eloquent essay in perfect English, I am a hardworking individual who will not give up my dreams.