I experienced childhood in an extremely blessed family. We never truly needed to stress over low amounts of pay, and we had the opportunity to purchase extra stuff and go on trips to different places every year, which isn't some of the different families in the United States. I never truly saw how we had the capacity to do this, knowing that my dad was the only one that has a high school diploma and my mother only having the education of a 5th grader. They rarely read, and if they did, it was a Vietnamese newspaper. They also rarely wrote, anything they did write was for groceries or writing down the chores that I needed to perform. My parents would always pushed me as much as possible telling me that school is important and should come first before anything else. In those days, I never truly comprehended why they would make me try so hard in school. At first I thought it was just because I was Asian and that it was an Asian stereotype. Buy now that I am more seasoned with experience that I have acquired from my journey to high school, I see how essential these attributes are, I completely understand why they did this. .
I'll always remember my English teacher at Young Junior High during my 8th grade year, Mrs. Tucker. She was the most persuasive and intelligent educator I have ever had in my life. She truly adored her job and made English class fun, and interesting. By now I thought without a doubt that no educator was continually going to change my mind on writing, because I really do hate writing, I just hate it a little less than before. There was something she did while examining and interpreting stories that really impressed me. Consistently we would have a period recently concentrating on either composing our own sonnets or investigating them. There was one specific poem that I was greatly pleased with and indicated Stanizzi the ballad. She was so stunned that I composed such a delicate poem.