Staring at my computer, I brainstorm over my eighteen years of life to seek a clever opening line for my college application essay. What is in front me is still a blank sheet of paper in the "Microsoft Word" Format. Subconsciously, the mouse pointer alone with my hand has already escaped away.
I click to the background, a black haired, round headed Chinese boy stares back at me with his dark brown eyes. That boy is me, eating pizza with a pair of chopsticks. These odd juxtapositions of East and West happen to me frequently. It seems that my internal Chinese roots and external American experience mix together smoothly. I use a coffee maker to boil chrysanthemum tea, put peanut butter in my rice. I'm comfortable with both the confusion of "LunYu" and Plato's philosophy. Combine With this two culture, I am also able to connect many others, I like to hip-hop music, participate a ping pong tournament, go to a Japanese tea ceremony and also enjoy eating Italian food.
On top of the background, there are games, music, movies, and many other different colorful icons occupying almost half of the screen. I hit the one with the famous E shape logo (The Internet Explorer Browser). Google, as my homepage, shows up gradually. When I was a child, I always asked about everything around. My parents would give me a tireless look, and then explain the answers to me carefully. However, as I grow up, my curiosity expands to more fields that my parents couldn't satisfy my desire of learning any longer. Fortunately, there is Google. If I'm concerned about the globe warming, interested in the bailout or even just want to know how to solve a rubies' cube, with only a simple click, I am always able to access to any first-hand information from all over the world. I expect college to be a place like this, too. A place that can amplify my view of world, encourage me to explore all kinds of resources, and constantly inspire me.
I quickly linked to "Facebook" -- my favorite website, where I cherish many pictures. Looking at those vivid imagines, my mind flashes back to memory lane. I remember my first step onto the land of United States at the age of sixteen, the first time I understood a casual English conversation, the first time I went to a football game, the first time I ran in the soccer field with friends, the first time I lay on my bed alone with vain of nostalgia....Those numerous first time traced the footprints of a Chinese boy who left his parent's harbor, started a journey to the other side of the world to pursue his dream. Now, looking at the fluent English message on my profile and the various smile faces on my friend list, my heart is content. Suddenly, I realize that I'm not that Chinese boy who first came to USA two years ago. However, as I continue on this fascinating and challenging journey, there still will be many first times ahead for me to discover and learn. Sometimes I will laugh, and sometimes I will cry, but when looking back, my personal growth will make that all worthwhile.
I click back to background again. This time, in the round headed, black haired, Chinese boy's dark brown eye, I see the inspired, playful and unique self. Consciously, I shift the mouse pointer back to Microsoft Word, start tapping swiftly in the blank of the paper.
I click to the background, a black haired, round headed Chinese boy stares back at me with his dark brown eyes. That boy is me, eating pizza with a pair of chopsticks. These odd juxtapositions of East and West happen to me frequently. It seems that my internal Chinese roots and external American experience mix together smoothly. I use a coffee maker to boil chrysanthemum tea, put peanut butter in my rice. I'm comfortable with both the confusion of "LunYu" and Plato's philosophy. Combine With this two culture, I am also able to connect many others, I like to hip-hop music, participate a ping pong tournament, go to a Japanese tea ceremony and also enjoy eating Italian food.
On top of the background, there are games, music, movies, and many other different colorful icons occupying almost half of the screen. I hit the one with the famous E shape logo (The Internet Explorer Browser). Google, as my homepage, shows up gradually. When I was a child, I always asked about everything around. My parents would give me a tireless look, and then explain the answers to me carefully. However, as I grow up, my curiosity expands to more fields that my parents couldn't satisfy my desire of learning any longer. Fortunately, there is Google. If I'm concerned about the globe warming, interested in the bailout or even just want to know how to solve a rubies' cube, with only a simple click, I am always able to access to any first-hand information from all over the world. I expect college to be a place like this, too. A place that can amplify my view of world, encourage me to explore all kinds of resources, and constantly inspire me.
I quickly linked to "Facebook" -- my favorite website, where I cherish many pictures. Looking at those vivid imagines, my mind flashes back to memory lane. I remember my first step onto the land of United States at the age of sixteen, the first time I understood a casual English conversation, the first time I went to a football game, the first time I ran in the soccer field with friends, the first time I lay on my bed alone with vain of nostalgia....Those numerous first time traced the footprints of a Chinese boy who left his parent's harbor, started a journey to the other side of the world to pursue his dream. Now, looking at the fluent English message on my profile and the various smile faces on my friend list, my heart is content. Suddenly, I realize that I'm not that Chinese boy who first came to USA two years ago. However, as I continue on this fascinating and challenging journey, there still will be many first times ahead for me to discover and learn. Sometimes I will laugh, and sometimes I will cry, but when looking back, my personal growth will make that all worthwhile.
I click back to background again. This time, in the round headed, black haired, Chinese boy's dark brown eye, I see the inspired, playful and unique self. Consciously, I shift the mouse pointer back to Microsoft Word, start tapping swiftly in the blank of the paper.
