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2.There is a Quaker saying: ''Let your life speak.'' Describe the environment in which you were raised-your family, home, neighborhood, or community-and how it influenced the person you are today. (200-250 words)
Mom ties a string onto my wrist and attaches the other end onto a lamp. "Okay play."
I position my one-sixteenth-size violin and begin to work through my daily set of screech and squawks. At three years old, I have a tendency of falling asleep and cracking my violin. When my arms start drooping, the string's tension jerks me awake so I can resume making noise.
After violin practice or violin class on Mondays and Fridays, mom would then drive me to PP5, endearingly known by students as Pee-pee 5, and tell me she'll buy me bubble tea if I study well. Sadly, I somehow always fell asleep between French and Art.
"We should take Tina to the new skating ring!"
"Is that a ballet studio?"
"Boxing? Taekwondo? I've always wanted to learn these things."
My parents both come from rural parts of China and never had the chance to pursue these activities when they were young. They want me to have all that they couldn't. Admittedly, in the spirit of nothing but the truth, ballet and violin were like torture to my uncoordinated music deaf self.
But as I grew older and my parents' requirements shrunk, their influence upon me remains. I know that I am lucky to have the opportunity to experience so much. My parents' determination to give me the best has shaped me into a person that always puts myself out there.
Consequently, I would love to join Tuft's Quiditch Team. I fancy myself a Beater.
Also if you like, I would be glad to help with yours!
2.There is a Quaker saying: ''Let your life speak.'' Describe the environment in which you were raised-your family, home, neighborhood, or community-and how it influenced the person you are today. (200-250 words)
Mom ties a string onto my wrist and attaches the other end onto a lamp. "Okay play."
I position my one-sixteenth-size violin and begin to work through my daily set of screech and squawks. At three years old, I have a tendency of falling asleep and cracking my violin. When my arms start drooping, the string's tension jerks me awake so I can resume making noise.
After violin practice or violin class on Mondays and Fridays, mom would then drive me to PP5, endearingly known by students as Pee-pee 5, and tell me she'll buy me bubble tea if I study well. Sadly, I somehow always fell asleep between French and Art.
"We should take Tina to the new skating ring!"
"Is that a ballet studio?"
"Boxing? Taekwondo? I've always wanted to learn these things."
My parents both come from rural parts of China and never had the chance to pursue these activities when they were young. They want me to have all that they couldn't. Admittedly, in the spirit of nothing but the truth, ballet and violin were like torture to my uncoordinated music deaf self.
But as I grew older and my parents' requirements shrunk, their influence upon me remains. I know that I am lucky to have the opportunity to experience so much. My parents' determination to give me the best has shaped me into a person that always puts myself out there.
Consequently, I would love to join Tuft's Quiditch Team. I fancy myself a Beater.