First Year Asian Student Narrative

The book American Born Chinese by Gene Luen Yang, had three distinct main characters, but each plot line held the same message: be yourself. This message is one that resonates due to the pressures that everyone faces to conform to societal norms. I, as an introverted female, feel pressured often to go and be around many people and be outgoing to fit in and find friends. It took years to learn this lesson, which the book conveys in a few hundred pages. This is an important not just for myself, but for anyone experiencing pressure to belong.

After experiencing the campus police and the preceding hearing, I have learned that drinking while underage in a dry building is both against the university’s and my own policies. This university takes these matters seriously, which I am grateful for. After this one irresponsible night, I will not be drinking on campus let alone underage. The process that the RAs and campus police took were excellent, for they really frightened me once we were caught. I am aware that this process is in fact a real procedure, not just show. This made me really contemplate what occurred the night the offense was brought to light. I learned, that you will get caught if you drink excessive amount of alcohol in a dry dorm building. The RAs were probably trained to figure out when these situations are occurring, along with the campus police. In addition, I learned that the RAs are just making sure people are being safe (along with teaching them a lesson of not drinking). They are not there to be mean or anything, which one of my peers was convinced was true, but to teach irresponsible students of the results that will inevitably follow after. The fear and

If this happens a second time, you will be required to pay a $500 fine and be required to complete additional hours that need to be completed for community service. I believe that this punishment should be extended. In my opinion, if your second offense is has been committed within 3 months of your first offense, then the minor should be required to complete an alcohol abuse course. I believe they should complete this course because they didn’t learn their

On January 22, 2009, I pled guilty to a Class B misdemeanor DUI charge in Logan, Utah. The offense occurred in November of 2008. On the day of the offense, I had consumed alcohol after work with some friends but felt safe to drive. I was an inexperienced drinker and used poor judgment. When I was pulled over my blood alcohol content was below the legal limit, but I was still cited with a DUI. At first I felt like the victim of injustice but soon realized I was actually the victim of my own poor judgment. I accepted the consequences, pled guilty, and made the decision to never find myself in questionable circumstances again. I was fined and sentenced to two days in jail, one year probation, and required to complete an alcohol treatment course.

Dismissing your own individual opinions to reach group consensus, now that’s negative peer pressure! Peer pressure will always be a problem and can affect anyone. I say that because no matter where you’re from or who you are, peer pressure is lurking about. Anytime you’re pressured to do something and your conscience is telling you not to do it, and you follow through with the task anyway, that is dismissing your opinion just to please other group members. Not wanting to be ostracized by others is the basis of conformity. Peer pressure doesn’t discriminate against race, nationality, or social class. It’s like a plague waiting to spread like wildfire throughout your school, your

During my first week at Langara College School I know from the start that school was not the one for me; therefore, I started asking around where becoming a nurse would be fast and easy to get into a school and could instantly get a job right after I graduate. From there I did some research on my own and ask previous students who graduated at Sprott Shaw Community College if all the extra money that I will be spending it in a private institution instead of a public institution is worth it. In the end, I do not regret anything going into Sprott Shaw College because this is the appropriate school for me and would recommend to anyone who is confused or lost what they want to do in the future.

I began to feel inferior when I compared myself to other Asian students. I realized that my parents did not have the money to place me in private schools, tutor lessons, or give me the extra help I needed. They do not speak English to gain the connections for me. At a young age, I have learned how to make the connections for myself. I felt that being Asian held me up to high standards I could not reach because I was Vietnamese and that changed everything. Being Vietnamese broke every Asian stereotype in the book. My family was not rich or academically smart. My parents struggle to pay the bills and they never finished high

Asian-American students are often assumed to be the ones who finish on top academically. Due to the amount of high-ranking Asian-American students in schools throughout the United States, a cliché stereotype has been developed claiming all Asian students are “whiz kids.” The culture which Asian individuals practice differs by region however, majority of Asian individuals celebrate a different culture than mainstream Americans. I interviewed Susan, an Asian-American female who was born to an Asian mother, and an American father.

Serving others by utilizing the lessons I have learned through my experiences and my talents is how I want to live my life. As a first generation college student, I want to integrate myself in programs or start my own mentorship program where I am able to mentor and give back to students who are first generation college students as well. I feel it’s important to reach out to first generation college students because the amount of pressure we receive with little to no guidance can be discouraging and lead us to feel alone in this process.

Let me tell you about two students. Student A attends Brooklyn Technical High School. He was born and raised in Brooklyn, New York, and loves to play sports such as basketball and football. He’s part owner of a clothing brand, and has a passion for video games and computer software; having hopes that one day he will own a software company. Student B has been working since the age of fifteen; at one point having to work two jobs in the same day. He’s been surrounded by gang violence most of his life, and the biggest fear he has is failure. To both my detriment and benefit, I am student A and student B.                                                                                        For most of my life, I’ve been caught in between

As a South Korean adoptee from a primarily white town, I’m used to being one of five Asian students in the classroom. However, at UNCW, I was publically pointed out as being the only Asian student in a classroom of fifty white students. Additionally, as a member of the LGBT+ community, I also expected a little diversity on the sexuality aspect of campus diversity. However, the LGBT+ club is miniscule compared to sororities and fraternities or any other club on campus. And although I joined the Asian Students Association where we commiserate the low diversity together and I have made plenty of friends who like me just the way I am, there is still a tangible dichotomy between myself and the rest of the student body. So halfway through my first semester, I had two important realizations: First, I wanted to attend a college where I felt I am a part of the student body instead of being apart from the student body. Second, I do not1,000 miles away from Massachusetts to have an adventure. Boston, a mere hour away from my best friends, my dog Sushi, my mom’s homemade mac and cheese, is an adventure in

The War on Drug began in 1870s, Chinese immigrants were the targets of federal anti-opium laws, and in the early 1920s, and laws targeting cocaine use in the south and marijuana use in the Midwest and Southwest, also directed at people of color, emerged. In 1914, the Harrison Narcotics Act essentially criminalized opiate and cocaine addition, prescribing drugs for those addicted to them, and distrubiting these drugs except for limited medical and scientific purposes p (409). It is to my surprise that the War on Drugs has been a prolong on going process for decades and yet, there has been programs or treatments to fully cure those who are battling this chronic, biological, and behavioral disease. Although, there is no cure for this disease,

“They are mistaken in supposing that I have any specific purpose. I only create art,” Odilon Redon stated when asked about his artistic process. His only desire was to paint not only what he sees, but what he feels, and so his work consistently defied being defined. He preferred to attempt the representation of things that haunted him. His fantastical world that combines nature with expression is clearly depicted in his Noirs and his color paintings, such as The Sleep of Caliban. Odilon Redon's vivid imagination and ability to stay true to his inner vision throughout his life, combined with his rejection of academic painting and artistic trends, led him to become a true visionary of his time.

The exact date of the arrest was May 5, 2014; I was a sophomore in high school and I was invited to a birthday party. The environment of the party nurtured a sense of recklessness and carelessness which unfortunately convinced me that it was acceptable to consume large amounts of alcohol. After the party ended, one of my friends dropped me off at a friend's house, and at that point, I was too intoxicated to control myself, eventually leading me to lose consciousness. During this strange and horrific blackout, I began to panic and perceived that I was in danger. As a result, I felt the intense urge to defend myself, causing me to act aggressively towards anything that was in my way. This aggressive behavior caused me to stumble upon other people's

In the nineteenth Century the kitchen worked as the machinery. It had to be the biggest room of the plan in order to support all the apparatus needed for the housework: the stove, the sewing machine and the fridge were basically built in architecture elements. That results in a very unhealthy and harsh environment that keeps the house working. Each family had its own house and its own land where their own food was produced and their own clothes were sewn by the enslaved housewife: the whole system was based in isolation (Hayden, 1982). It is curious to notice how Woman 's History started changing around design iterations of this once oppressive space.