Hey, I understand! I'm with you!
My mother also moved to
America when she was in her 20's. Personally, I think it might have been better for her to stay in
Korea. My dad never finished
high school. It was because he started
college early, and he currently has a
Ph.D. in
Mathmatics. My dad's also
racist. He talked about how
Jew's are mean,
Germans work hard,
Arabians like to lie and cheat and talk their way through everything.
Asians are beautiful but they cheat too.
Mexicans are taking over.
Blacks are ..... It goes on and on. He says I don't see it because I'm
multi-raced. (as I see it, I'm pretty much just a
mutt)
I continuously get caught in the middle of the whole
white/
asian thing. When I was in
high school, I didn't fit in with the
asian crowd and their
rice burners. When I lived with my
caucasion dad in
Kansas, I definately got some wierd looks from people where 80% of the class is
White, and the rest are
Black.
My
parents weren't able to keep their
marrage together. They
divorced when I was 6 years old. I spend the next 12 years going back and forth from
California to
Kansas and back again. I went to
school in
California, spent my
vacations in
Kansas. By the time I got back from
vacation,
school was starting again, and all my
friends talked about the
great times they had without me.
My mother and I never got along. She was raised in a completely
different culture than I was, and she couldn't understand why I would ever want to leave the house to go to a
high school football game on a
Friday night. We got in
arguements daily over how many
hours I should be sitting down doing
homework, that I should only be wanting to go out with
friends for 1 or 2 weekends a month, I should only be
friends with her
friend's
children... In 10th grade, I finally got kicked out from my
mother's
house. That
witch decided to do it the day of
Winter Formal. On the
Friday of the
dance, she came to
school and got some
school administrators to pull me off the
dance floor and she took me home. I've never been more angre then I was on that
night, because I knew I was gone. Less than 36 hours, I was on an
airplane to live with my dad in
Kansas.
I had always been in
Kansas during summer or winter
vacation. I had never gone to
school there and so I had no
friends. I normally just played
Zelda on the
SNES or
Diablo or whatever more-
addicting-than-
crack game was out. During tenth
grade I spent my time playing
StarCraft, gaining about 30 pounts, and contemplating
suicide.
That
summer, I "
borrowed" my dad's
credit card and got an
airplane ticketback to
California.
I realize that I was pretty
stupid back then, and I could have been
charged with a
felony for doing
idiotic things like that, but I'm glad I did it. When I look back, I think, "Why didn't I just leave my
mother earlier?". And
BTW,
tofu with
Pizza is a good idea, but I always liked my
Panda Hut one better.
Now I'm going to
community college, majoring in
computer engineering, and I'm hopefully
transfering to
UCSB in a year and a half, and I've managed to put together an okay
computer system using mostly hand-me-down parts. I'm planning on taking
CompTia's
A+ certification test soon so I can get my foot in the door and start some kind of
computer career.
Life right now isn't looking that
bad, and I'm hoping it'll get
better as time goes on.