Personal Narrative: Vietnamese Refugees

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It’s been a pleasure having met you this past week, and I look forward to learning from you this semester. Like most people, I usually draw a blank when asked to talked about myself, so you’ll have to excuse any clichés and formulaic responses you might find here. Who knows? Maybe if this letter ends up being decent, I might just copy and paste it onto my online dating profile. Both my parents are Vietnamese refugees who came here briefly before the Fall of Saigon at the end of the war. I was born, raised, and educated here in this fine city of Long Beach. I don’t plan on moving out of the LA area anytime soon, after all, it’s where my family and friends are. But sometimes I think about moving to the suburbs in a small town far away, somewhere on the East Coast, maybe a small town in Vermont. I’ve sort of come to romanticize the idea of the American dream there, waking up in a white-picket fenced house, the smell of sprinklers splashing on the …show more content…

This is my first year attended college, but technically my second year of academia. Those AP classes I took in high school came in handy. In fact, it was when I started taking AP classes in high school that I actually enjoyed coming to class and learning. Those teachers encouraged me to think-freely, a difference I noticed immediately once I would go back to my regular classes later in the day. In one of my high school math classes for example, there was a certain problem where my teacher insisted on solving it in a specific way, despite the fact that there was a much simpler alternative. When asked ‘Why do we have to solve it this way’, we were met with, ‘Because that’s the way it is on the district test’. I’m not exactly the biggest fan of standardized testing if that wasn’t clear. But then again, the AP teachers were also basing their course around the AP test, another set of standardized tests, so maybe my disdain for it is probably misplaced

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