
Hello World,
I'm here today to talk about being an Asian American child. There's a lot of stuff that's said about being ABC, or American born Chinese. Recently the whole tiger mom thing has been getting a lot of attention. My parents, thankgod, are nothing like tiger mom. They are strict and believe in filial piety, typical of most Chinese or Asian parents. As a kid I did get disciplined (aka spanked) when I acted up. Academics are a huge part of my life. I really fought against this as a kid. I didn't at all embrace the ideals that they held me too. During middle school I really did not focus on academics at all. But once I reached high school I realized why they wanted me to excel. So now I do try, and I try hard. But still it's not always that great. First of all, when your Asian you're expected to be smart. This is obnoxious. Thanks to the over achieving Asians in America getting into college is harder. I not only have to be a stellar student, but I have to bring more. This is very hard because generations after generations of Asians just keep raising the anti... now playing piano or violin is almost valued at nothing. Asians (and caucasians) are expected to just excel. Therefore creating your own identity is tough. Standing out is tough. Getting straight A+'s or making JV just isn't good enough. I also hold myself to a different standard than some people. Apparently a C is average... yea okay America you try telling that to my parents. It goes like this: A=Average B=Bad C=Crap D=Death F=Fucked. And yes, fucked is WAY worse than death. I've never reached below bad. Bad is scary enough. At first I didn't have much of a choice, I followed this because of my parents, but now I just follow this because of me. A 90 on a test is okay. A 95 is what I expect to get. This is normal. I don't really know what the point of this post really is. It's 11:15 at night today I've painted, played guitar, played ukulele, studied for chemistry, studied for the SATs, searched colleges, fed my neighbors cat, watched TV, and eaten. In the end I still consider myself a normal American teen, just with a couple weird quirks that make me, me. So for all of you out there who don't like me.... good for you. Cause I really don't give a crap.
Cheers!


