My younger brother and I were adopted from Russia when we were toddlers. The reader of my essay is probably going to groan and ask themselves, “How is being adopted different?” For me being adopted is unique because I am able to embrace both my American and Russian Culture.
My first memory of realizing I was “unique” was when I was in third grade. My teammates and I were watching a hockey game in Lake Placid, not in 1980 though. And all of a sudden in the small hotel room they started to yell at me,” Oooh Molly we’re going to kick your butt,” and I gave them a confused look. I took a quick look at the tv screen and realized that the movie Miracle was playing. “We’ll see”, I said, but what I didn’t know at the time was that I was the only one …show more content…
underdogs… And then came Olympics semi-final match, where whoever won would advance on to play Sweden for the gold medal. Right before the game we watched Herb Brooks give possibly the most inspirational speech in the history of hockey. The moment that he ended his speech with, “I'm sick and tired of hearing about what a great hockey team the Soviets have. Screw 'em. This is your time. Now go out there and take it,” and my teammates started cheering I knew that this wouldn’t end well for the Soviets. When the game started I felt myself starting to cheer for the Soviets but I knew that they would lose. And then the most exciting parts of the movie happened and I soon realized that I was cheering for the U.S. At first the U.S. scored a goal and then the Soviet Union pulled their goalie, the best goalie in the world at the time, to sit him on the bench, Jimmy Craig was injured but still continued to play, and then with the U.S. up 4-3 the last minute of the game started to countdown. We all had gotten up and started to cheer as the time slowly keep countdown and when the final buzzer had blown and the U.S. had beat the Soviets 4-3, I cheered just as loud as everyone had and I too had that special feeling in my heart of what it’s like to be an
My first memory of realizing I was “unique” was when I was in third grade. My teammates and I were watching a hockey game in Lake Placid, not in 1980 though. And all of a sudden in the small hotel room they started to yell at me,” Oooh Molly we’re going to kick your butt,” and I gave them a confused look. I took a quick look at the tv screen and realized that the movie Miracle was playing. “We’ll see”, I said, but what I didn’t know at the time was that I was the only one …show more content…
underdogs… And then came Olympics semi-final match, where whoever won would advance on to play Sweden for the gold medal. Right before the game we watched Herb Brooks give possibly the most inspirational speech in the history of hockey. The moment that he ended his speech with, “I'm sick and tired of hearing about what a great hockey team the Soviets have. Screw 'em. This is your time. Now go out there and take it,” and my teammates started cheering I knew that this wouldn’t end well for the Soviets. When the game started I felt myself starting to cheer for the Soviets but I knew that they would lose. And then the most exciting parts of the movie happened and I soon realized that I was cheering for the U.S. At first the U.S. scored a goal and then the Soviet Union pulled their goalie, the best goalie in the world at the time, to sit him on the bench, Jimmy Craig was injured but still continued to play, and then with the U.S. up 4-3 the last minute of the game started to countdown. We all had gotten up and started to cheer as the time slowly keep countdown and when the final buzzer had blown and the U.S. had beat the Soviets 4-3, I cheered just as loud as everyone had and I too had that special feeling in my heart of what it’s like to be an