Growing up, I fantasized about meeting kids my age and conversing about the most unimportant things in life. However, there was a wall standing between me and the other kids that made this impossible: language. As a first generation American, I wasn’t supplemented with all the strengths common Americans are given, but I’ve learned to grow from these great differences. Throughout my childhood, I’ve faced numerous obstacles that have shaped the person I am today. My parents who were born and raised in India, taught me how to speak Punjabi growing up. One of my greatest challenges in education was learning a new language. I have matured in my ability to communicate with others, and I have developed many valuable skills throughout my ongoing educational career. My aspiration in life is to be someone powerful and influential in this world; I want to prove my parents’ decision of immigrating to the United States correct. As life moves on, I know that I have been given many more opportunities than my parents were offered.
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It was an unforgettable day because everything didn’t go as I’d hoped for. In those few hours, my appearance, my lack of knowledge in English, and my social skills were questioned. I was bullied and treated as if I was an alien. My hair looked ‘different’ from the rest of the girls, for the sole reason that I am a Sikh girl. As Sikhs, we believe in not cutting our hair, which seemed quite odd to the girls at my school. My identity was treated as a misfortune in my kindergarten class, but those girls didn’t know that I would become the person I am today. That day was disheartening to my dream of becoming someone significant, but those few moments of complete nightmare created my motivation
It was an unforgettable day because everything didn’t go as I’d hoped for. In those few hours, my appearance, my lack of knowledge in English, and my social skills were questioned. I was bullied and treated as if I was an alien. My hair looked ‘different’ from the rest of the girls, for the sole reason that I am a Sikh girl. As Sikhs, we believe in not cutting our hair, which seemed quite odd to the girls at my school. My identity was treated as a misfortune in my kindergarten class, but those girls didn’t know that I would become the person I am today. That day was disheartening to my dream of becoming someone significant, but those few moments of complete nightmare created my motivation