Childhood and Education
I was born and raised in Taipei, Taiwan, up until I was eight years old. It was then that my parents told me we were moving to the United States. Propelled by my childhood naivety, I could not be more excited to move to the country of my dreams (literally). Little did I realize the implications of moving to a new country, in a new environment, surrounded by new kinds of people. I remember crying the summer right before my third grade, because I couldn’t write a simple short “essay” that my summer school teacher told us to. I cried to my parents, and was frustrated with myself, for not being able to do such a task. That summer, I memorized as much vocabulary as I could. I went through a children’s dictionary daily, and wrote down any words I did not know, and thus proceeded to memorize them. Well, my hard work paid off. By the end of my third grade, I was the #2 reader in my class, and I had no accent. I did well all through middle school and high school.
I now attend the University of California, Berkeley. I am currently a sophomore at the university, and I have to say: I love it. For reasons beyond what I could explain in one measly page. But I suppose I’ll try.
