I love that I am a stereotype. My individuality comes from my culture. I can get e-mails titled, “You Know You Are Asian If…” and have it actually relate to me. My parents are typical Asian parents that want their kids to get top marks in school. They wanted me to succeed and succeeding to them, meant receiving A’s. I never saw the long-term effects of getting good grades, but I still did it for my parents.
My parents feared that sports would interfere with my studies; that I’d be too busy with practices to make time for my homework. In the end, they were right. But not in the way they had foreseen. I tried out my junior year for the basketball team that I had been on the previous year. I was confident I wo