In every morning, the sound of roosters and lawn mowers are probably will be your alarm on the green field. People love to wake up early here. They love to enjoy every moment of the day. It is always warm in the morning and gets hot latter at noon time. My dream is to become an airline pilots.
I was born in a small country calls Viet Nam. In Viet Nam, my family had a cosmetics store, a house, and I was lucky enough go to school. Back then I didn't care about my education, because many of my friends' dropped out of school. I thought that I could just help out in my family's store, but my family decided to move to the United States. They sold everything we had because they wanted a better life for my sister and me. I was extremely surprise when my parents told me that we were moving. We had to leave our friends and family and it was very difficult to leave my grandfather. When I first arrived to California, everything was totally new to me. My parents had to work harder to raise the family and take care of us. Everyone had told me that this country was going change our lives. I knew I needed to learn a new language and had to learn how to fit in.
At school, other students made fun of my appearance and my language. To me, language was like a wall that separated me from building relationships with people. In class, I didn't understand what my teachers were teaching me. I didn't know how to reach out for help from my classmates' because I didn't speak English. Even my friends who spoke Vietnamese struggled with their homework so I couldn't ask them for help. During some of the activities that we did in class, I felt left out and lonely. However, my Viet friends always by myside throughout my high school years.
The only time that I felt I fit in was by listening music. Music seemed to be the only time when I felt like I wasn't alone. I joined K-pop club in my sophomore year in high school, where we talk about music and our favorite group.
When I would go back...
