Hello, everyone! This is my supp. essay for University of Richmond. Please critique and be harsh if you have to! Any help would be fine thanks (: !
It was the beginning of the new millennium and everything started to change from there. When I was seven-years-old I had to leave Japan and move to Chesapeake, Virginia because, my father stationed there and was offered a better standard of living. At the time, I had no idea what was going on.
As we were getting ready to go to the airport, I realized that my relatives and friends were in a room filled with balloons and presents. I recalled them saying, "Have a safe trip." or "Don't forget about us.", and it made me wonder why they were saying that. After all, I thought my family and I were going on a vacation for a couple of weeks. The plane ride felt the same as any other plane I've been on except, longer. I was excited whenever I traveled, it was a chance to visit new places and talk about it with my friends and family. I wanted to tell them how Virginia was when came back. Although I wasn't aware that I was traveling miles and miles away from what I was familiar with, from the place where I called home. When we arrived in our new house I remembered the first thing I asked them was, "When are we going back home?" my parents replied back and said with a pat on the head, "We're already home, sweetie.". At that moment I was baffled and dejected. Knowing that I could not see the people that I loved the most, see my classmates and teachers or go to the places that I would see on a quotidian basis. I started school about two weeks later, and I found myself to be very timid. I felt different since I was the only Asian in the class and, I was scared that no one would like me or want to be my friend. I didn't want seem peculiar to anyone so, I remained inaudible. One day during recess, there were a group of girls who asked me if I wanted to play on the swings and I nodded and decided to go on the swings with them. They asked me all sorts of questions about Japan and how I my lifestyle was. I gladly answered all their questions and it made me feel elated that I was able to meet new friends that wanted to know about me and that I had things in common with. I was finally comfortable with myself and the new milieu.
Throughout the years, I have lost and made new friends due to school rezoning and my family moving to different cities. I became accustomed to new situations and was able to get along with others. I was able to meet friends from various ethnic groups and learned about their heritages. After that I knew that everyone had to be challenged by a variety of circumstances. A person's comfort zone is pleasant because it's where they know what to expect which, makes the world a safe and predictable place-and if the world was like that it would be monotonous. I learned that moving was not necessarily a bad thing. Sure, it takes time to get adjusted to but, in the end I am able to meet new people, see new places and become competent of many things.
It was the beginning of the new millennium and everything started to change from there. When I was seven-years-old I had to leave Japan and move to Chesapeake, Virginia because, my father stationed there and was offered a better standard of living. At the time, I had no idea what was going on.
As we were getting ready to go to the airport, I realized that my relatives and friends were in a room filled with balloons and presents. I recalled them saying, "Have a safe trip." or "Don't forget about us.", and it made me wonder why they were saying that. After all, I thought my family and I were going on a vacation for a couple of weeks. The plane ride felt the same as any other plane I've been on except, longer. I was excited whenever I traveled, it was a chance to visit new places and talk about it with my friends and family. I wanted to tell them how Virginia was when came back. Although I wasn't aware that I was traveling miles and miles away from what I was familiar with, from the place where I called home. When we arrived in our new house I remembered the first thing I asked them was, "When are we going back home?" my parents replied back and said with a pat on the head, "We're already home, sweetie.". At that moment I was baffled and dejected. Knowing that I could not see the people that I loved the most, see my classmates and teachers or go to the places that I would see on a quotidian basis. I started school about two weeks later, and I found myself to be very timid. I felt different since I was the only Asian in the class and, I was scared that no one would like me or want to be my friend. I didn't want seem peculiar to anyone so, I remained inaudible. One day during recess, there were a group of girls who asked me if I wanted to play on the swings and I nodded and decided to go on the swings with them. They asked me all sorts of questions about Japan and how I my lifestyle was. I gladly answered all their questions and it made me feel elated that I was able to meet new friends that wanted to know about me and that I had things in common with. I was finally comfortable with myself and the new milieu.
Throughout the years, I have lost and made new friends due to school rezoning and my family moving to different cities. I became accustomed to new situations and was able to get along with others. I was able to meet friends from various ethnic groups and learned about their heritages. After that I knew that everyone had to be challenged by a variety of circumstances. A person's comfort zone is pleasant because it's where they know what to expect which, makes the world a safe and predictable place-and if the world was like that it would be monotonous. I learned that moving was not necessarily a bad thing. Sure, it takes time to get adjusted to but, in the end I am able to meet new people, see new places and become competent of many things.
