"You are transferring your school," my mom said during my 8th grade year. A statement that struck me during my lengthy summer break. Initially surprised, I wondered whether or not I will be able to transition from one society from another. Attending a korean school for at least 9 years in my life, I was doubtful if this was the best choice. A sudden gush of feelings came through my mind: doubt, happiness, anxiety, and sadness. There were many farewells I had to make and many hellos to make. "Where am I going?" I asked. "A small International School," my mother replied. A school full of people from various countries; A school with foreign teachers; A school that only speaks English. This was what I imagined how an International School works and I worried if I could fit well in this environment.
Growing up in a multi cultural family, life was generally difficult. It was hard to fit in a specific "group." It seems that I could not fit in both Korean and American cultures. I always had a tint of the other culture. I was lost in my search of identity because of the society around me that conforms to the idea of good grades. Because of this, while others were enjoying their time hanging out, I stayed home thinking about my identity. A boy from two ethnicity, unable to fit in into one. A lost boy stranded on a vast sea. I was that boy.
New kids, new environment. A whole new world for me. Before transferring schools, I had a class of at least 40. But in the new school, I had a class of 18 at the most. Day one, silence. Day two, silence again. It was not a piece of cake. As a reticent korean school boy, merging into an international school was not easy even for a hard-working, diligent person like me. Day after day, I slowly merge into this school, being a part of the community. Picking up habits from others here and there. This school has changed me for my life. As the years past, I became more confident in my speech skills and grown to be better at social relations with others. Now, in class, I am ambitious, trying to find ways to solve problems mainly through trial and error.
Hi, this is just a rough draft that I am working on. Is it going well? Can I get any pointers and advice on how to make it better? It seems that this topic is mundane. Also, is the topic too broad and should I narrow it?
Growing up in a multi cultural family, life was generally difficult. It was hard to fit in a specific "group." It seems that I could not fit in both Korean and American cultures. I always had a tint of the other culture. I was lost in my search of identity because of the society around me that conforms to the idea of good grades. Because of this, while others were enjoying their time hanging out, I stayed home thinking about my identity. A boy from two ethnicity, unable to fit in into one. A lost boy stranded on a vast sea. I was that boy.
New kids, new environment. A whole new world for me. Before transferring schools, I had a class of at least 40. But in the new school, I had a class of 18 at the most. Day one, silence. Day two, silence again. It was not a piece of cake. As a reticent korean school boy, merging into an international school was not easy even for a hard-working, diligent person like me. Day after day, I slowly merge into this school, being a part of the community. Picking up habits from others here and there. This school has changed me for my life. As the years past, I became more confident in my speech skills and grown to be better at social relations with others. Now, in class, I am ambitious, trying to find ways to solve problems mainly through trial and error.
Hi, this is just a rough draft that I am working on. Is it going well? Can I get any pointers and advice on how to make it better? It seems that this topic is mundane. Also, is the topic too broad and should I narrow it?