A Brief Note On The Korean Martial Art Of Tae Keuk Do, And Attend Weekly Tennis Lessons

1157 Words Oct 1st, 2016 5 Pages
In my home, there is always a before, and an after. At the time of the accident, I was sixteen years old. Before the accident, my childhood was rigorously structured. After kindergarten, I was enrolled in one of the Greater Toronto Areas’s private schools, where I was expected to achieve top marks. At the same time, my course load was predetermined. I was expected to study mathematics and sciences, maintain three language courses, and include time for Jewish studies classes. After classes, I was made to study the Korean martial art of Tae-Keuk-Do, and attend weekly tennis lessons. Not once was I asked what I would like to study, nor whether I enjoyed the arts or sports I practised. None of this is to say that I was not privileged. I am the grandson of two holocaust survivors, and all four of my grandparents were refugees in their youth. My parents grew up in working class homes, and by their own effort, became professionals. As successful as they had become, they believed that it would all have been for naught if their children did not succeed. When I was born, the eldest and first in my family born in Canada, my parents placed the weight of their expectations on me. When I succeeded I was praised, when I failed I was scolded - constantly reminded from where my grandparents had come from and the opportunity I was squandering. At the same time, I learnt a great deal. I was taught the foundations of maths and sciences, I learned to express myself in three languages -…

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