Diversity Scholarship Research Paper

Throughout the story, Bui uses her flashbacks as a medium for telling her parents’ story and experiences in how they immigrated to the United States as refugees. Thi Bui sought to understand her father what reasons he harbored as to why he did not want to go back to Vietnam or even visit his parents there. She wanted to know why her father didn’t want to go back to Vietnam to visit his father, his Bo. Bui’s family revealed a dynamic in which there was little communication between the parents and their kids, especially regarding their past relationships, histories, and feelings. Bui’s house and her parents’ and siblings’ houses were close to each other, yet there yet the interaction between them was seriously lacking to nonexistent.

I remember at a young age when my biological father was a part of my life he established three rules and would make me repeat them often; no blacks, no earrings, and no tattoos. These were the three rules I was suppose to adhere to when selecting a partner. At a very young age every time he would ask me his three rules I would recite them. At age five, he and my mother divorced which I consider a blessing because he no longer was a big part of my life and these rules were no longer reiterated. Kindergarten through eighth grade I went to a small private school.

LeBron James was born on December 30, 1984 to Gloria James and Anthony McClelland in Akron, Ohio. His mother Gloria was just 16 years old when LeBron was born and Anthony was not interested

Due to the fact that this reassignment was part of the BRAC move the Army did not view it as a PCS since I remained with my Brigade. Once my stability code was lifted at the completion of the BRAC moves in 2013 assignment command viewed me as having four years stability within TRADOC which is referred to as a Temporary Duty Assignment (TDA).

My dad was a communist, he still is one today but only a little bit intense. You couldn’t be conscripted during his second year to college (math major). He fought against the American and its puppet government in the Vietnam War, and the Khmer Rouge in the Cambodian war, and the Chinese in 1979. And now let’s talk a little bit about me, I’m a pacifist, if you want the truth (Shamelessly copying Holden Cauldfield from Catcher in the Rye).

My interviewee’s father did not immigrant to the USA until ten years later, which caused a lot of trauma in Akadina’s life because she did not have a father figure during her most difficult time, which was her teenage years. While hearing Akadina speak about the structure of her family, it allowed me to see the differences between our families. Akadina was raised for a couple of years in a traditional home were there were a father and a mother. On the other hand, I was raised by a single mother and I have four siblings. I did not meet my father until I was 21 years old.

Big Ant Testimony I spent two years in foster care in Indian and after wards when I returned home my family didn’t really tell me what to do, I got to do what I wanted. Growing up no one taught me how to be a man, I had to kind of learn it on my own. I didn’t really know or learn how to treat a woman. If I needed something my family found a way to get it. When we moved to Springfield it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.

I live with a family that never soughed to gain any other knowledge rather than whoever got to them first. In some cases, my family members never had a college graduate until my mother got her degree even in her late 40s. I used to be the person that was in the cave and just followed everyone’s lead until I discovered new music that no one ever heard when I was the age of 15. I was more expressive and thought differently than my peers because of my fascination with fantasy movies, horror movies that my mother allowed me to watch, and my wild imagination due to the video games I played. At a young age I was more fluent in fiction than most of my other classmates and I was able to have adult conversations with my uncles before any of my cousins did.

Growing up, all I ever thought about was becoming a physician. For as long as I could remember, I have had this burning desire to save people’s lives. No one in my family is a doctor, in fact, no one in my family has ever went to college. I am not sure where this desire came from but it was confirmed when I started attending a weekly after school program at Massachusetts General Hospital. I got the opportunity to shadow doctors and even work alongside them.

Religious Experience Reflecting on one’s religious experiences growing up can be a rigorous task but can also provide a self-reflection if the one reflecting looks at the events in a non-bias manner. I grew up in a non-structured home when it came to religion. My first experiences of religion came from my Dad’s stepdad. He owned a farm out in Bolton and when I was little I would go to the farm on the weekends and assist them on the farm and maybe see my cousins while I was there.

He wished someone would have helped him get into school. He expressed, “when I was in foster care my mom never asked or encouraged me to go to school. But, I’ve always asked her and she tells me not to focus on that right now you are only in 9th grade. As of today, I’m working for Kroger as a bagger and just wish that I had someone to fall back on for support because it’s hard out here in the real world”. Similarly, I had a 16 year old current foster youth to express the need for more support with education other than her foster mom.

Growing up policy was not on my mind, although throughout my childhood my family like many struggled to make ends meet, often relying on my mother’s school loans and the federal programs such as WIC. Up until this point this was my only experience with policy a rather personal one at that. Ever since the presidential elections cycle of 2008 I have wanted to shape the policy debate and to one day be a political actor that can craft policy. Over the last few years, I have worked in a variety of positions, but none as formative as being a summer associate at the National Taxpayers Union.

For the past 15 years, I was never allowed to sleep at a friend’s house. My parents were afraid that I would be kidnapped or murdered. I wouldn’t even ask my parents if I could sleepover at this friend’s house because I knew the answer would be no. As I joined soccer during freshman year, I knew there would be a Lock-In, where team bonding occurs by having sleepovers. Our Lock-In would be held in a soccer dome near Zona Rosa.

My parents who had no formal education due to the Vietnam War and the aftermath had a big effect on their lives and mine, as well. They didn’t meet and get married until 1996 but both of my parents sought for a better life in America. Coincidentally, they moved to the U.S. and the same state, Washington State, in 1992. When they had me, they did everything they can to support me and give me a life they never had.

One of my favorite parts of Rutgers University is the ability to meet people that may live only 20 minutes away but have experiences that are a complete contrast to your own. During my first-year at Rutgers University I thought I knew what diversity was, I was raised in Jersey City, one of the most diverse cities in the nation, so when I came to Rutgers I did not expect to find more diversity. At Rutgers, I have had the opportunity to meet people that are not just diverse in culture but also in age and experience. Here I have met a non-traditional student who graduated almost a decade ago and came back to get a second degree after finding a new passion. I have had the opportunity to grow closer with intriguing people such as a triplet, a professional photographer, and a professor who is deaf but defied the odds