China

It was another normal summer day in Shanghai, China.I walked home with my friends, dressed in blue and white uniform, discussing the impossible final we had just taken.As I came home and entered the crowded, six-story apartment, I was surprised to see my mom standing in the hallway, the mother who had left me for America since I was one. She wanted me to come to America for the summer ¡ª Many Chinese dreamt about a life in America, but I didn¡¯t want to leave.I didn¡¯t want to leave my grandparents, who spoiled me all my life; I didn¡¯t want to leave my friends, whom I planned an exciting summer with, and I didn¡¯t want to leave Shanghai, a city whose air was always full of innocent simplicity, a city which I called home.But I finally gave in.I told myself it would only

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But I caught on with the language quickly, and I made three or four new friends. I took advantage of the piano that I didn¡¯t have in China and practiced an hour a day, learning ¡°Fur Elise¡± in six months and winning several competitions; I raised my grades from C¡¯s to A¡¯s and B¡¯s, started taking honors courses in 9th grade and gradually increased my workload every year; I spent my Saturdays attending physics lectures at Fermi National Acceleratory Lab and earning college credits at the community college; I put my talent to use by joining math team and volunteering to teach at the local Chinese school¡ But most importantly, I made many close friends who are just as loyal, sweet, and fun as my friends in China. The little tree was on the verge of dying.

So unfortunately I have to contradict my introduction statements. be two months as I walked through the terminal. No one could experience the happiness I experienced four months ago, as I proudly walked out of my first honors English class with a solid A I had worked so hard to earn. I asked if they had lied to me, and they would consistently reply, ¡°if you think so. I was the student body president, now I sit at the corner, being the invisible.

Summer passed and things went wrong. ¡±As I sat in front of my computer dictionary, looking up almost every fifth word, spending more than six hours on this seven-page story, tears finally streamed down my cheek. Little did I know that I was leaving everything behind. The language barrier brought me a skill that not many possess: being able to speak, read, and write two of the most-spoken languages in the world. I cried, for days and nights, begging my parents to let me go home, but it seemed like nobody cared.

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Approximate Word count = 632
Approximate Pages = 3 (250 words per page double spaced)

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