My last name is Yang. It doesn’t mean the good, but it is a very common last name in China that has no meaning at all.-.- Hui is my first name, which I don’t really like it that much. =[ It means the seed of some kind of flower. I was always called by the first and last name together in my family. I think it’s because there’s only two characters in my name, so it would be easier for my family to call me that. On March 28, 1991, at eight o’clock in the morning, in the city of Fujian, China, a baby girl was born. O.O That was me! Comparing to other babies, I was not cute at all. Perhaps, ugly might be the word to describe me. I was a fat baby with small eyes. My older sister was prettier than me. >.< My uncle didn’t even want to hug me because I was too ugly. Nevertheless, the look doesn’t matter to me as I grew older. I know I don’t have the good-looking face but I do have a smart brain. =)
Since pre-school, I was always the smart one in the class. One of my strength is being a good student and a teacher’s pet. I often feel that other kids were envy of me every time my teacher complimented me. At school, I am a good student. I did all my homework, and always get 100 on all my exams. I am very positive person. I always think on the bright side. However, when I alone by myself, I started to feel worry and thinking negatively. I didn’t like to go to school because other kids would ask me how come my dad never comes to pick me up after school. There’s one boy who make fun of me saying that I don’t have a dad. I got mad! >.< I kicked him and started to cry. I got into trouble when my mom found out that I was being aggressive. My mom told me that daddy is at the other side of the world. I had never seen my dad since the day I was born. I always wonder if he was like the Superman that I have admired.
At the end of my second grade in Chinese school, my mom told me surprisingly that we’re going to America to meet up with Daddy. I was happy. I was very happy! However, there’s good news and bad news. The good one is that I can finally see my father and the bad one was that I have to go to American school with other strange kids. I was worried that I couldn’t keep up with the learning environment in America because of the foreign language that I don’t know. My second strength which I found out after I went to American school was Math. On the first day of elementary school in America, during my first math class, the teacher gave out lots of simple math problems for the class to solve. I was the first one to finish everything. I was able to solve the problems in my head, while other kids were using their fingers and toes to count. My third strength is having a good handwriting. I remembered my fourth grade English teacher complimented me in front of the whole class saying that my handwriting in script was way better than hers. I’m glad that I work hard to adapt to the learning environment in America. I was always an A student.
You can tell that I’m very conceited because all I said above was the positive side of me. I do have several weaknesses. The first one is that I am afraid of to try new things and challenge myself. In high school, my friends encourage to join the volleyball team. I didn’t join because I was afraid that I might make the team lose and also because I’m a very shy person. Being shy is also one of my weaknesses. I barely share my ideas in class with other students, because I don’t want to get embarrassed. Seriously I don’t like to talk about weaknesses, because I have so many and it makes me weaker. I’m still trying to work on my weaknesses and make them into strengths. I hope one day I will only have one or two weaknesses. =] To be continue…
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