The warm summer air brushed my chestnut skin, as I nervously strolled towards the scabrous wooden door of my class. The doorknob waited anxiously to embrace the warmth of my hand and once in contact, it took along with it the oxygen needed for the function of my body and brain. At last, the red blood cells won the affrayed between the dreadful door knob and my life; my brief worried free summer had just flared to its end and had brought with it the rise of a new chapter. Yingtao, from Lensey Namioka’s Yang the Youngest and His Terrible Ear, entered restlessly a country extremely different from his own, bringing with him his culture and interests. Like Yingtao, I too entered a world distinct from my own, as I moved to College Station along with
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Before moving, Yingtao and I struggled with ourselves and trying to make others happy, that we lost track of our own interest. Yingtao played the violin for 4 years but, despite his effort and practice he never came to love the instruments or become as good as a musician as his siblings. Fearing he might disappoint his parents and culture, Yingtao muted himself. However, it was not until the move that Yingtao’s passion for baseball accumulated as he familiarized himself with the American culture and accepted the hardship he confronted when playing the violin. His father accepted that Yingtao was “never going to become a good violinist” (126) even after long hours of hard practice, Yingtao was simply tone deaf compared to his family. Likewise, I analyzed my perception of education realizing that it fulfilled my expectations and came to an agreement that there was so much more in being a teacher and being able to portray knowledge. Yingtao and I came to accept ourselves through the things that passionate us and strived for our desires with the support of our
Before moving, Yingtao and I struggled with ourselves and trying to make others happy, that we lost track of our own interest. Yingtao played the violin for 4 years but, despite his effort and practice he never came to love the instruments or become as good as a musician as his siblings. Fearing he might disappoint his parents and culture, Yingtao muted himself. However, it was not until the move that Yingtao’s passion for baseball accumulated as he familiarized himself with the American culture and accepted the hardship he confronted when playing the violin. His father accepted that Yingtao was “never going to become a good violinist” (126) even after long hours of hard practice, Yingtao was simply tone deaf compared to his family. Likewise, I analyzed my perception of education realizing that it fulfilled my expectations and came to an agreement that there was so much more in being a teacher and being able to portray knowledge. Yingtao and I came to accept ourselves through the things that passionate us and strived for our desires with the support of our