My Everlasting Quest I am a child of immigrant parents, although we are not the wealthiest and they may have had struggles when moving to Canada, my life has been great so far with the efforts of my family. It all began when I was born in Ottawa, at the civic hospital on May 12 2001. My full name is Morgan Lee Khai Chau. My parents come from Vietnam, they immigrated to Canada around the 1900s because of all the violence going around in their home country, they also wanted a better life and future for themselves and their families. My family is made up of my parents, my older brother and my older sister. My first language was Cantonese because my parents spoke it, but since my brother and sister spoke english pretty well at the time, …show more content…
Also we did not travel much because we could not afford much tickets to travel to places, so most of my life was spent in Canada, more specifically Ottawa. I started school at Cambridge public school on September 2006. I did not have much friends in kindergarten because I was a quiet kid, and I still am to this day. I still made it through kindergarten with little to no friends, because when I went home I knew I can play with my brother or sister. After the first month of starting kindergarten, my life had probably one of the biggest events that had happen to me. One night around 1:30 am my father woke up my family yelling, screaming that there was a fire in our house and that we had to leave. I was around five or six at the time so I did not know how to react. All I remember is that my parents kept yelling that we had to evacuate and get out as quickly as possible. Fortunately no one in my family got hurt, we did end up losing a lot of items though. After the fire incident we had to stay at a shelter for a couple of weeks, until we moved in with my …show more content…
I was always a very active kid, I liked running around and just having fun. So in grade seven a couple of friends told me to do track and field because they thought I was a fast sprinter, but I didn't really believe them until I tried out for the team and made a spot for the 100 meter sprint and the 4x100 meter relay sprint. On the race day I ran the 100 meter race and came second with a time of 13.10 seconds. I was proud of my time and place because it was the very first official race that I ran in. As for the relay race we came first with a couple of seconds to spare. In grade eight I joined a track and field, outside of school called Ottawa Lions, and it was great while it lasted but I quit the club because it was too expensive my parents told me. So after middle school I came to Glebe collegiate institute. It was very scary at first, but then I joined the football team as a freshman and I met a lot of new people. I was one of the few freshmans that got to play in a varsity football team, and since I was under 100 pounds and the shortest guy on the team, II was very proud for myself. But one day during football practice I felt a tear in my left calf so I stopped playing football, and I could barely walk. Luckly it was just a minor muscle sprain in my calf, so I could not walk properly for one month. Since then I stopped doing any sports or intense physical activities,
After years of practice, I progressed in the sport and joined my high school team. Initially, running track was a way of escaping the stress from my parents’ divorce. It taught me to endure more pain than I could have ever imagined. With each grueling stride, my mind would fight my aching body to quit. However, I would always find a way to stay determined and keep pushing forward.
During my final year of Cross Country around Regionals at Oglethorpe, I ran my final race for my high school career. Banks County was nearly number one in the State, the furthest we had ever ranked in history, and spirit and hopes for State Championship were high. I was nervous, like nobody’s business, I had messed up during my senior night because I was upset for my parents for not showing up and escorting me. And I was scared that I was going to do horribly. But as I ran, I realized that if I let my past mistakes and failures hold me back or get in my way, so I ran, harder and better than I ever had before and apparently even beat a “skinny kid”.
Raced down the basketball court. As soon as we reached the basketball goal. I did a really quick move called the hop step. With a reverse layup at the end. After that I looked at the coaches and they looked down at their papers and called me over.
Back to Claremont He turned to me, questioning whether I want to raise it or not. The only reply he received-frankly the only reply he would ever need-was my bid number slightly raised in the air and my head slightly nodding in approval. “Two now two now two now two,” an unruly cry tore through his lips, shaking the entire crowd. My actions were kept repetitive and my eye never left the opposing bidder, a collector from out of town.
Unable to straighten my leg I became very panicked but my coach assured me that I would be ok. Little did he know that it was going to be a life altering injury. The next day I went to my doctor’s office to get my knee checked out (I was still worried because my knee was still
I have not been able to participate in athletics nearly as much as I would have liked. I started running track in the spring of my seventh grade year. I performed surprisingly well and decided to participate in cross country the next fall. I spent the summer training and preparing for the season, and it definitely showed. I ran in the varsity race for my first cross country meet ever.
As a result, my languages are Spanish, English, and Spanglish. The first language I learned was Spanish as it was my parent’s primary language. It was the language I used to interact with people and entered elementary with. I would say words such as hola, como estas to greet people or me puedes ayudar when asking for help when I was at school.
When I was in kindergarten, I did not have friends; my highs and lows oscillated on the approval of others who understood me even less than I did myself. For picture day, I remember being happy to wear my favorite shirt: a Strawberry Shortcake blouse with ruched sleeves. A girl deprecatingly told me I looked like a little kid. I never wore the shirt again. Although I already felt like an outsider, the situation worsened when I moved from Las Vegas to Hawaii.
To be more specific it started in practice on my sixteenth birthday. We were showing off our competition kick dance routine that we would perform at every competition, when I came down from a leap that I have been doing since I was thirteen years old. I tore a major ligament in my need called the Anterior Cruciate Ligament or ACL. When I fell in the middle of the dance routine I knew that what had happened was not a normal knee injury like I have had before. When my other teammates stopped dancing my coach, Coach Vavra, came up to me to tell me that I could have gotten back in the dance and kept dancing.
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Later that day when it was my turn to show the coaches what I could do, I really pushed myself to the best that I could possibly do. Then I went out into the gym with the rest of the people that had tried out. About 15 minutes later the coaches called us all back into the auditorium and started calling names of who had made the team and, then my name was finally called and I was super excited! After the season was over (volleyball and football) we had a big party, then everybody left when the year was over, and I started eighth grade they announced that they were having cheer tryouts I tried out and of course gave it my all and made the team
Although I have had many injuries growing up, there is one that particularly changed my life for the better. The injury occurred when I was playing eighth grade football. It was August and we were scrimmaging Westfield; a very good team that had a lot of big players. The coach called me onto the field to play fullback, which means that I was probably going to carry the football. As I was running onto the field my heart started to beat a little faster.
It was a crispy cool day in 2008. I was only five years old. We were in the most important soccer game of the year. It was very important for us to win. As we warmed up before the game I twisted my ankle and it was hard for me to walk.
I am the kind of person that likes to be challenged and is determined. Ever since I was a kid, I was eager to learn new things. Although I was always like this, my determination and desire to be challenged grew stronger. I taught myself how to play guitar and piano, and even though it’s still a working progress, that is how it is with everything. It was a challenge