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Personal Narrative-American Stereotypes

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“Hey Yu, it’s me!” The upper classmen yelled at me when I got on the bus. I turned around and smiled at them. A smooth day went by, but when I stepped on the bus to get home, I heard the haunting voices again. “Hey Yu, it’s me!” Days and days went by. Their joke never stopped. To others, it seemed like a friendly interaction, but I know their words were meant to hurt me, and they did. In school, my angelic friends lit up my world, but on the bus, the devilish voices destroyed me. This joke haunted me for years. It’s the constant reminder telling me that I have a “wrong” label. It’s the label that separates my Chinese background from the American world. It is the label that leads people to assume who I am even before knowing me. On the surface, …show more content…

Walking out of the airport with my mother, I felt confused and lost. The people looked unfamiliar and they seemed to be talking gibberish. At that moment, I felt alienated and helpless. Learning English was the first step to adjusting to this new life. At school, teachers and classmates pronounced my name awkwardly. Instead of saying my name the Chinese way, they called me “You”. I was confused by why they couldn’t pronounce my name. I would correct their pronunciation time after time but no matter how many times I tried, I was still known as “You”. My corrections were useless; soon, I was tired of correcting others. From then on, I was known as “You” everywhere I went. It became the name I adopted in the U.S.; however, it wasn’t good enough. It took me years before I was able to fit in to this society completely; however, unlike other young first generation immigrants, I still held on to my Chinese background. I spoke Chinese at home and stayed in contact with families and friends from China. I was like any other Chinese teenagers. I listened to Chinese music, read Chinese books, and watched Chinese movies. I also enjoyed eating home cooked Chinese dishes. I was also like any other American teenagers. I listened to western music, read English books, and watched American movies. At school, I ate hamburgers and fries and at restaurants, I ordered pastas and

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