Negative rewards on the other hand were used a lot in my house. If I got good grades or woke up on time for school with out fussing, my mother would not make me do my chores for that day.
When I was younger, I never worried about what I identified myself as whether I was Chinese or American. Now as we hyphenate who we are I feel lost as to what I identify as. I know I’m Chinese American but I'm also adopted so the culture I should know I know very little about.
Jing-Mei was immersed in American culture as she attended school every day, as opposed to her parents who were both born and raised in China. As a young adult who experienced two cultures, the barrier (including language and culture) between Jing-Mei and her parents contributed to “vigorous [denial] that [she] had any Chinese whatsoever below [her] skin” (Tan 147). Still, her mother was convinced that Jing-Mei would eventually come to “feel and think Chinese” (Tan 147). Although she disagreed with what her mother said, Jing-Mei knew deep inside that she was right, frequently realizing the tendencies she had that were so alike to her mother. She listed that “haggling with store owners, pecking her mouth with a toothpick in public, being color-blind to the fact that lemon yellow and pale pink are not good combinations for winter clothes” were some of the things that her mother did that the naive fifteen-year-old Jing-Mei identified with being Chinese.
MEMOIR: INTERVIEW WILLIAM WU I 'm a first generation Asian-American. I was born in Lima, Peru, right before my parents came to America from China, and we moved to America when I was one. Growing as a first generation American, my parents worked a lot. I can 't say that I wasn 't loved, but my bond with my parents was weak because I was always home alone, being babysat by others, or going out because they had to work.
When I was younger, each year that I traveled to China to visit my relatives they always asked the question, “Are you American or Chinese?” And I never knew how to answer. I knew they wanted to hear the answer “Chinese”, but how could I tell them that when I despised going to Chinese School and was embarrassed to bring Chinese food for lunch? As I grew older, they stopped asking the question, but I never forgot it.
Jing Mia Woo is a thirty-six-year-old Chinese woman. The story starts off by telling us that she is on a train from the Hong Kong border to Shenzhen. When she is going through the border of Hong Kong she talks about how she is feeling she says, “I can feel the skin on my forehead tingling, my blood rushing through a new course, my bones aching with a familiar pain” (263). Before her journey from San Francisco to China had begun Jing Mia Woo talks about the conversations she would have with her mother. She told her mother that there was no part of her that was Chinese.
My vision for America is to go back and live in the days with lower taxes, lower obesity rate, and a happier life at home. No more divorced parents, no more having to ask a crush out via text, no more wishing that there was a way for kids to go outside and play instead of playing their new electronics. It’s hard to think that my children will have to experience so many different things than I did. They will never know what it is like to have to call on a home phone or have to sit through what the parents chose for the show on t.v because we didn’t have our own television in our rooms. My children will have to be the saviors of the pollution, the brains for our education, and the ones who carry on to try and love America like we
On the other hand, some students take it VERY seriously. For example, they do their homework, extra credit, work for all A’s. In American culture, the seriousness that is taken with schooling varies with each
One thing, they have parent teacher meeting on Tuesdays at 8:30 or something, can’t attend those things so evenings will be better for me. I work, so I can’t take that time off. That’s the only thing.” 95% of the students are classiefied as social disavatge. Most of them recievde free lunch.
For example, when he goes to Calcutta for eight months and he’s relieved when he leaves. When I went to China, I was in a similar situation to Gogol: I went to foreign cities to explore, had many relatives in China is accompany us, and couldn’t adjust to China’s climate. My trip was much shorter than eight months but I was ready to stay in China if I didn’t have school or work to do back in America. I identify as Asian American so is this difference between Gogol and I enough to determine if he could classify as Asian American?
Oh mom, why, why here, why now I need you… dad needs you… I can still remember, how when I was younger, we used to lay together in my bed and you would read me Chinese fairy tales and told me that one day, you would do the same for my children, but you’re not here anymore, and there nothing that I can do about it. My kids are going to grow-up with no ties to their heritage, not like I have much anyways, well, besides… no I can’t… Just thinking about makes my sick to my stomach. I’ll never forget what you did for grandma PoPo. To this day I remember the sound it made when it splashed into the soup, the smell it gave off, the way it looked after it was broiled, and worst of all, the way the blood cascaded out of you once you put the knife down, the way the scar began to form on your
When I arrived in the U.S at age 12 ½ it was a huge adjustment for me as I did not speak English. I was suddenly living with a family and not in the orphanage that I grew up in. it was hard for me to leave my orphanage in China I had lived there my whole life and thought of the orphanage as my home. After being adopted and now living in America I have so many opportunities I did not have in China.
From China to America was the journey I endured during the early to mid-1900s. I had begun this journey to go to America because of the talk of job opportunities and a better life I could give my family. I had to leave my family behind and go on this journey alone due to the Chinese Exclusion Act that restricted immigration into the U.S. I was very lucky to get on a ferry with a limited amount of people to Angel Island. I was held on this island for a couple months and was interrogated constantly before I could leave. After being released, I was able to find a job in the mining industry in California and I was able to send money back to my family.
At six years old, I met him for the first time and immediately found that I was unable to converse with him. The cultural and language barrier was already evident in our family. Throughout the years, my family’s economic disparity lessened, but our cultural and language gap burgeoned. I can attest to the truth of Asian parent stereotypes;