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What is a community to which you belong? Reflect on the footprint that you have left. (You may define community and footprint in any way you like.)
"There are...uh, 6 million A-Asian American donors..."
She looked at me helplessly as thoughts stumbled over her locked tongue, finally resulting in unintelligible English, fidgeting, and an inevitably fading existence.
I understand her pain, since that was the beginning for all of us.
We Chinese transfer students have vainly attempted to integrate into this foreign society; searching for a sense of belonging, we formed a tightly-knit group of our own. Yet I longed to become an active member of this unfamiliar town and hoped to help those who also suffer from a cultural transition-I proposed to form a club, so that generations after us will have the same established source of support.
I established the Chinese Culture Club, which gradually expanded to 30 members, including many Korean and Japanese students. As president of the club, I organized weekly meetings, fundraising activities, and even persuaded the club to perform at the school's Diversity Rally; we danced in front of 2,700 high-schoolers, revealing who we were before coming to America, and our dedication to become a part of this community.
I initiated a Bone Marrow Drive for a young newlywed diagnosed with leukemia, and members were eager to participate. To create a larger impact, we agreed to give presentations in class instead of in addition to setting up a registration booth.
And there she was, losing her new voice in fear of the world's response.
Standing by her, I began to clap; the audience, awaking from the silence themselves, exploded into thundering applause.
Taking a deep breath, she began again.
What is a community to which you belong? Reflect on the footprint that you have left. (You may define community and footprint in any way you like.)
"There are...uh, 6 million A-Asian American donors..."
She looked at me helplessly as thoughts stumbled over her locked tongue, finally resulting in unintelligible English, fidgeting, and an inevitably fading existence.
I understand her pain, since that was the beginning for all of us.
We Chinese transfer students have vainly attempted to integrate into this foreign society; searching for a sense of belonging, we formed a tightly-knit group of our own. Yet I longed to become an active member of this unfamiliar town and hoped to help those who also suffer from a cultural transition-I proposed to form a club, so that generations after us will have the same established source of support.
I established the Chinese Culture Club, which gradually expanded to 30 members, including many Korean and Japanese students. As president of the club, I organized weekly meetings, fundraising activities, and even persuaded the club to perform at the school's Diversity Rally; we danced in front of 2,700 high-schoolers, revealing who we were before coming to America, and our dedication to become a part of this community.
I initiated a Bone Marrow Drive for a young newlywed diagnosed with leukemia, and members were eager to participate. To create a larger impact, we agreed to give presentations in class instead of in addition to setting up a registration booth.
And there she was, losing her new voice in fear of the world's response.
Standing by her, I began to clap; the audience, awaking from the silence themselves, exploded into thundering applause.
Taking a deep breath, she began again.