10 April 2012
Do your homework, don’t go to bed too late, do this, don’t do that. Raised in the typical sheltered, strict, and old-fashioned Chinese manner, my mother and father have always been the type to nag me about everything: grades, boys, clothes, chores, etc. Both immigrants from Singapore, they have always pestered my sister and I to work hard, since they came to this country with almost nothing and struggling their way up. In high school, they were members of the PTA, and participated in a majority of my school events. They also attended all of my volleyball games and track meets, whereas most of the girls’ parents hardly ever went. I ...view middle of the document...
I thought to myself, “I can’t wait until I’m in college, I’ll have all the freedom in the world to whatever I want.” I was so ready to break free from the shell my parents encased around me my whole life. I would soon be living 5 hours away from the people who restrained me so much in high school and finally gain the experience of being on my own.
After my parents said their goodbyes to me at Cal Poly, I sat in my room so overwhelmed and giddy with happiness and excitement that I was finally free to do whatever I wanted. I stayed up late almost very night hanging out with friends, not worried about what time I went to bed or waking up late for my 9 a.m. class the next day. I Skyped my parents every Sunday, and we would just catch up on what was happening in school, without the nagging or prying through my life with annoying questions. Just a conversation between adults, and life was good. I thought I finally knew what it was like to be independent and responsible just because I was living on my own. It was all rainbows and butterflies, until that day when fall quarter grades came out, and I realized that I did not do so well. Thinking about the past quarter, I realized that all of my classes were a lot harder and required more work, time, and effort to be put in. In addition to the more difficult classes came distractions. My parents weren’t there to prevent me from being around the presence of friends 24/7, parties every weekend, or the new leisure pool and sand courts at the rec center. I started procrastinating more and more and I ended up not doing any of the things my parents had forced me to do in high school, or taking any values they shoved into my head all those years. I felt especially guilty knowing that I would have to tell my parents find out over Christmas break, and their disappointment during the holidays made me shaky to see them. Thoughts of their reactions made me so anxious, I decided I would put off telling them until they found out on their own.
When they finally did ask about my grades, my stomach dropped and my palms started to sweat. It was that time to face their judgment, and when I expected...