The person writing this
blog is the first Asian boy in Mr. McCarthy’s period 6 English 2 class. Well to
be more specific, the first Asian boy as being the first Asian boy on the attendance
sheet before the other Asian boy named Benjamin Liu. Anyways, this is a blog
supposedly to be about me so Mr. McCarthy can know more about who I am and is
probably reading this blog right now and also other students, so hi. Too start off;
I barely know anything about myself so writing this blog will be extremely difficult.
Since I don’t really know anything about
myself, I guess I should start the introduction of myself with a story of my life
because that is the only idea I have currently to describe myself. On February 12,
1998, it was a sunny bitter cold day in Chicago, Illinois, and on that day,
many babies were born and I was one of the babies who were born on that day. I
was the heaviest and the tallest baby in my extended family. So growing up in a
two story house, with the front of the house looking like it has been hit by
several motored-vehicles and the back of the house looking like the front house
of a crack house, was sad and overcrowding. Every time I walked back home from my
neighborhood school with my cousins, who was also sheltered in the same house
as me, there would be students following us back to the house and would throw
tiny pebbles at us when we reached the doors of the house, the words that would
come out from their mouth would be, “Haha, haha, you live in a haunted house,
you’re going to get eaten by a wicked mouse!” What was sad was that we always
would start crying when they were teasing and throwing pebbles at us, we did
nothing to stop them until my grandmother came out, then they ran. Thinking
back, I really did not know they meant, the house never had man-eating mouse
before, but what it did have was rats and cockroaches. By the age of 6, I moved
out of that house and lived in a town house, it was more spacious, the floor
didn’t look like I wasn’t cleaned for 30 years, and was brighter. For the time
being, I didn’t do anything awesome, lived a normal life, and never got teased
by those kids again. I graduated from my neighborhood elementary school and
spent my summer break dreaming about flying on pink unicorns, and trying to
catch the Nyan Cat and having it for a main course. I had a nice freshmen year
in Whitney Young, and for the summer I spent my time in a University of Chicago
science laboratory. This is the story of my life.
