My Favorite Experience

Growing up with two sets of parents was extremely hard. I still don’t know who my birth father was, and it seems like everyone wants to keep it that way. I never knew how my birth mother was, and I only saw about once every three or four years. My adoptive parents are the only people I consider parents because they have shown me the love and care that parents should show their children. As I grew up, I became more and more curious, and reckless. In second grade, I moved to yet another school, but this one I stayed at for five years. I had amazing friends, and I would’ve trusted them with anything. But then we moved yet again. I got a new phone, and I didn’t get to contact any of my old friends anymore. It was time to start from scratch. I moved to Prosper, Texas, and went to Reynolds Middle School. There I found some

On November 19th, 2016, My family and I were going to Western Michigan University. We were heading off to watch the football and hockey game, my father told me it would take a few hours. Hours went flying by it felt like we were in a race car, we finally arrived hours later. We went straight to the dining area, it smelled like fresh made pasta and many more thrilling smells. As we made our way through the crowd, we found a table to sit at. Afterwards when we found a seat, we went darting off in many directions to look at all the food stations. Few minutes passed by when we all swarm like bees back to the table. We all seated and started eating, we talked about what we got for food.

I started playing volleyball in 6th grade. My friend Abagail had wanted me to play for our school, so she would have one friend on the team. From there I wasn’t sure if I wanted to play volleyball. I had never watched volleyball and never played it either.

I rarely talked to my host family because I thought they were the same as my parents—only valuing my grades. I would walk to the grocery store without telling them, do my laundry before them, and organize my room without them knowing. Once I walked to the grocery store half an hour away and my host mother got angry because I did not tell her. However, I felt she was exaggerating the situation because walking to the grocery store without telling anyone was common to me in China. If I wanted to hang out with my friends, I did not need to get my parent's permission or ask for rides because I used public transportation such as buses and subways to take me to every distant place. Moving to America, I had to learn that every time I planned to go somewhere, I had to ask my host family for permission.

When I was three months old, my parents requested my uncle to deliver me to my grandparents in China; my uncle was the stork and I was the baby. Although I was born in the states, my childhood was far from a typical Chinese-American girl. Instead of an alarm clock, I had a rooster. My grandfather drove me to preschool every day on a motorcycle, and after school I would come home to my grandmother planting seedlings in the endless field of rice paddies across from our house. On the weekends I would run through the Majong house to the snack shop where I would be nit picky about all the candies to decide which one was worthy of my five cents. I had completely assimilated into this culture, this childhood. Until the day that my dad stepped foot

My most defining experience would have to be the time when I not only skipped seventh grade, but also when I won the valedictorian of my eighth grade year. Looking back, these back-to-back experiences made me the person that I am today for two distinct reasons, one being that those experiences made me realize that I wouldn't have gotten to that point in my life without my teachers, friends, family, and most importantly God. Without those teachers there who pushed me to challenge myself and aim high, I wouldn't have even considered making that big of a jump in the first place. Without those friends who believed in me when I didn't in myself, I wouldn't have thought it would be possible for me to handle a harder curriculum with people I didn't

Everybody has grown up differently. Everybody has different stories, different memories, and different hardships that have shaped who they are as a person. When most people think of their childhood they think of family night board games. They think of running off to the park with their best friends, laughing on swingsets and hopping scotch until they were out of breath. They have memories of vacations, funny stories at family gatherings, or that one time they fell of their bike and their dad carried them home and put on a bandaid and made all the pain go away.

One of the most exhilarating moments of my entire life was my very first time at a roller coaster theme park. Growing up I would always see commercials on television of children and adults alike having a sparkling Colgate smile on their faces and enjoying themselves, so when my family decided we were going to Islands of Adventure for vacation. I was like a child who just received a cookie out of the cookie jar. Even though I was 21 years old at the time, I was extremely trilled. I packed my luggage like a stuff turkey on Thanksgiving Day and I was ready to take on this adventure.

As a foodie, eating foods is my favorite thing and I also find my speciality in eating, that is tasting food and know the condiment in every dishes. When I was a child, I usually go to kitchen to see adults cooking. My intention is not to learn how to cook, but to know where the dishes that I felt very delicious from out of curiosity. As time passed, I knew the recipe of every dishes that I like gradually and learned how to improve it taste. I born at a country that have many delicious foods and the cuisine like to use many kinds of condiments. Through the process of knowing the recipe of cuisine, I also learned many condiments and their use.

My time spent at Yew Chung International School (YCIS), the school I attended in Shanghai, influenced and shaped me to recognize my key factors in deciding what high school I wanted to go to which included, the type of music programs, along with the sport teams I would like to take and participate in; thus resulting in my choice to come to Beacon. In 2013, my mother had to move to Shanghai due to job requirements. I decided to go with my mother and spend the next 18 months in another country.

The first personal experience I have experienced was when the doctor told me I had cancer

As a child, I was able to spend a lot of time with my mother in her classroom. Now, as I look back, these days were incredible. They could even be described as my favorite memories. I remember the night before going to her work, I could not sleep. I was overtly excited to see Mom’s first and second grade students, giddy with excitement about what activities she would have me help with. When we would step into her bright and colorful room, I would instinctively run to the whiteboard and replace it’s clean, blank surface with the days date. This was very important to my young self. So important that I would re-write it again and again to make sure it was absolutely perfect before I would change the weather board and evaluate the day’s lunch menu. Mom would then run off to her morning meeting; this is when I often found myself sitting in her rocking chair, practicing reading the book her and her students were discussing. This way, I would be able to read it flawlessly when all of her small students were all sitting below me on the carpet. As I got older I continued to help Mom in her classroom over the summer to prepare for the upcoming school year. It became one of my favorite activities, something I looked forward to all summer long. I helped her plan her themes; she often chose blue and green colors. Likewise, owls were typically the animal of her choosing. Although, if it were completely up to me, I would have chosen that my animal be a lion so I could call my classroom the

All of my life, I loved exploring and finding beautiful places. I loved climbing that mountain, getting to the top of that building, climbing that jungle gym. It was fun for me. I have had many fun experiences doing this, and this story I wish to tell you is one of the most interesting, because I have the most fun exploring the unknown.

Either you make high school a fun experience or you just cruise on by, from making new friends to just doing your homework I'm here to help you have the best experience while spending your teenage years in school.

People always make mistakes that can give them valuable lessons. More lessons come from their childhood because people are not old enough to think carefully. One of the most unforgettable experience happened to me when I was 10 years old. It gave me a lesson that would go with me forever. This moment involves three parts: “rescuing” my best friend from his locked house, exchanging a new pair of shoes for ice creams, and listening to my mom’s lecture.