Alexys wrote:
Being raised in an Asian household, my life was already planned before I was born. I was expected to become a nurse or lawyer, then to marry into a good family. I was merely a puppet in my parents’ hands. It didn’t dawn on me as a child that my parents were discriminatory to the female sex. As a girl, I was expected to do more work while my brother was expected far less.In sixth grade, I finally stepped out of that thought bubble, and I realized that my brother was already shaped into this mindset and I became outraged. The more I fought back; the more pointless this topic seemed to me.The school was my only haven, where I could escape my parents’ expectations if I kept my grades up, but it was also one of my biggest insecurities. I didn’t want to be different from everyone else; I wanted to live the life most people live. Even though my life at home was far different than most, I found myself keeping to myself, not talking to anyone else. I was quiet and shy. However, I wanted to express myself openly. Soon I found myself doing that all the wrong ways. I found myself the center attention for all the wrong reasons; I was the class clown. In a way, it was almost like rebelling my parents. My grades were dropping, especially in ELA, where I could never really put my thoughts into words. And yet I was the center of attention, and I loved the feeling. It was my sister who picked me up and helped me get back on track. I picked my grades back up, and although I was still struggling with ELA, my sister and I were content. Despite my quiet, shy nature, I found my outlet in public speaking. Being a part of the debate team helped me speak to other people- speak with other people about topics that are present today in our society. Topics that I would have never known about without debate, and things I would’ve never accomplished without it. The transition wasn’t smooth, and in debate, I have had my ups and downs. At first, I didn’t know what to do or say, but I had a team, and I couldn’t let them down. However, it seemed that whatever I put on paper won’t come out right. The words felt like rubber on my tongue, from mumbling to stuttering my speech was a mess. Tournament after tournament, my colleagues were all getting awards, and I wasn’t, maybe I wasn’t cut out for public speaking after all. It wasn’t after my coach talked to me that I realized that getting awards wasn’t what debate meant. I was stupid enough to think that the amount of awards you get proves your worth. Debate has given me a way to express myself, and it showed that practice does make perfect. I finally found my voice.
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I think i fixed all the noticable grammatical errors idk im pretty bad at grammar