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"A song with a prolonged "Aaaahh" - Personal Essay [12]
The song must end with a prolonged "Aaaahh
. ". It creates resounding effects that move listeners' hearts.
_ I know the song better. I have sung it since the age of ten or twelve. It shouldn't be performed in that awkward style. Just make it clear-cut.
_ My darling, don't listen to her if you want to impress the judge. Now sing after me...
_ No, my girl, listen to me. Sing this way...
_ Aaahh... Let me teach our girl the right way...
haha brilliant introduction!Voices mixed up so turbulently that I could not heed anything. Mom and Dad were arguing over a children
's song that I was going to perform in a talent show at my primary school. The petite song- sweet and peaceful- was still able to kindle my parents' opposition.
This sort of dialogue appears frequently in my life. Yes, I have been growing
up amid
contrastsdisagreements between Mom and Dad. It
evensometimes appears impossible to understand how they have spent over twenty years living with each other while having little in common. Their perspectives, their likes and dislikes, their routines... all seem not merely different, but opposite. Their incessant debates roll over myriad topics: dining out or cooking at home, getting
up? late or early, having a dynamic or quiet lifestyle, sometimes about my educational inclination- natural sciences or English.
I have to admit my parents' polarized points of view used to drive me insane. They vexed me so terribly that my head
for many timesoften stopped processing what they were fighting for, my ears
perceivedattained nothing else but an irksome sound mimicking the distorted voice of an out-of-order tape: "Eow...Eow...Eow..."
haha! hilarious .Even when they tried to give me the best advice, of course by racing or weighing their own, I had the least sense of gratitude, but most the regret that I had brought up problems to my parents
< This sentence is confusing. I don't know what you're trying to say . When differences between them turned into
a huge row, it struck my young mind harshly. I just concealed myself in the room, weeping, covering my head with a pillow and hoping it would help me muffle the outside heart-breaking noises.
As time
goeswent by, it enable
d me to
earn mature thinkingbegin to think maturely and
to discover a way of benefi
t ting
even from unpleasant situations. The world I am living in
fact naturally consists of extremely contradictory components, but they create diversity and save me from monotony. I
have come to find
outthat sometimes, myof Mom's and Dad's views can both make sense,
whichand do not need to eliminate each other.
Actually,M y parents' distinctions teach me how to listen, assess and appreciate miscellaneous ideas.
I
have gradually buil
d t up my passion for solving cryptic Math problems while
gradually gaining the confidence to communicate in English. My life grows
opulentrich , spiritually. At times, I ensconce myself in a serene corner
, looking out over a
verdantdon't depend on the thesaurus too muchfresh lawn with
theopeninga clear, blue sky
overhead . I seek
for a calm feeling,
meditatethink about my future in ten years, or
wallow in everyabsorb myself in the stories of "Chicken Soup for the Soul". At other times, I see myself
absorbed in a fervent
< wrong word. atmosphere of my high school Foreign Language Show. I am singing and dancing with all my heart, so
vehementlypassionately that one
would laugh disbelievingly if I
said I like
d tranquility. I also learn how to confront struggles: I learn to look at the problem in a positive light rather than
allow myself
to be easily defeated
easily by the difficulties
arisingI face . Yes, discrepancies of my parents have penetrated deeply in me now.
Living with two incompatible sources of view may lead one to dilemma. For me, nevertheless, Mom and Dad's distinct ways of perceiving life have opened me up to
multitude facets of a matter < this is very awkward. i do not understand what you're trying to say , trained me to
have the fullestobserve arguments criticallyobservation and brought me up to and to
mature into a well-rounded adult . Until now, they might still continue their petty dispute between the resounding effects "aaahhh" and the "clear cut" if I mentioned about it. But though split in many a way, Mom and Dad do have at least one thing in common - I believe the likely most meaningful - their eternal love for me.
so you told your parents to stop fighting? I'm confused