In 1988, I moved over to the United States as a 5 year old boy. Right away I was enrolled into school; not prepared and had no expectations of what to come. Over my first year in kindergarten, I struggled to make friends and wasn?t able to grasp any concepts in school because I did not understand a word of English. It further developed into a fear of waking up in the morning knowing that I will to be placed in an unfamiliar environment. As a result, my parents were called to come in to talk about my options. Everyone thought it was best for me to stay behind in kindergarten for another year.
It wasn?t easy for my parents to make this decision. After just one year in America, they had to hold back their son while their goals were to succeed in a ?world of opportunities.? My mother and father were still adapting to an American life where hard work will lead to success; it is especially true for my family. In many ways, this seemed to be ironic, since my mother and father always wanted a bright and prosperous future for their children and right now, they are faced with a dilemma to single handedly hold back their son while wanting him to get ahead in this place where the relatives at home said this is ?the land where the sidewalks is covered in gold, you just got to know how to pick it up?. This event, though seemed just a little bump in one?s life, my mother saw it as a parental failure. She must have felt that no matter how hard she tried to raise her children into successful scholars, her homeland could never provide for what her children really needed; she probably felt as though it was her fault that her son was kept behind a grade. Already before her American dream could begin, her dream was ruined. I saw it in her eyes every time she came to pick me up from school. I think on some level, it shattered heart to see that her son wasn?t achieving to his fullest. Little did she know that my heart was breaking alongside hers.
From that moment on I was determined show the world that I just wasn?t given the opportunities that all the other children had. Even though at the surface, this predicament had its undertones throughout my entire life. I never notice that I was different from any of the other kids, but something deep inside me that I didn?t fit into the crowd. I soon began to wonder why I didn?t enjoy the presences of my peers. My curiosity launched a burning desire to study the interaction between groups of people at the local public library. This subject, as I soon discovered was my future major, Sociology.
To further pursue my interest I decided to enroll in East Los Angeles Community College before I settle on a university. I know that transferring from a community college to university is not simple, there will be many challenges and difficulties ahead, but I believe that I am well prepared and a strong candidate who possesses determination and the will to succeed. In my mind, only patience, determination, effort, and hard working, will help me to fulfill my dream as well as will bring success in my life. If given an opportunity, it is an honor to be accepted by your university.
As I graduated from kindergarten and my parents? enormous amount of stress to provide for the family were becoming unmanageable, we soon discovered that my father were diagnosed with a mental disorder that was incurable which caused him to unable to work.