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I think it’s interesting to shift the focus from grades to something a bit more personal. Intelligence is often hidden because of less than desirable circumstances. But I wonder, can people make up stories to tug at heartstrings? I guess I’ll ask my friends in Grade 12 who are applying to UBC what they had to do.
For the thing about Asians bumping up the GPA because all they care about is marks… I’m Asian and I might be a little biased here… but most Asians I know are well-rounded. Maybe it’s because most of my Asian friends have lived in Canada for many years, myself being born here. But to me, the true Asian kid is the one who is good at everything… I know people who are great at practically every subject and still manage to have time to play more than one sport, practice an instrument, be the leader of various clubs and still have a social life.
Yay for more diverse campus.
You might not go to UBC so some of these jokes might not seem funny to you… but quite a few of them are common for universities/colleges :P
Then my friend Google mapped UBC Campus and went, “Is that Buchanan B?” I died.
As a kid, I grew up really sheltered my super protective parents and grandparents. Who knew that they would let me leave for the other side of the country after 18 years??? I’ve been in Vancouver for almost 4 months now. Although I haven’t had the chance to take many pictures (what a shame… it also rains far too much!), it’s soooooo beautiful here. I think my favourite part is going on the bus back to campus. There’s this long road where we’re surrounded by the forest and whenever I pass the lookout point, it’s beyond breathtaking.
But then there are times when I’m walking towards residence where it’s dark and chilly… and all I think about is home. I feel so tiny here. I know I live in residence… but do I really live there? Even though I didn’t talk to my family much except for during meals (stupid IB. always cooped up in my room.), it was at least comforting to know that I was at home and that they were there too with my brother. Being so far away is weird. I’m not exactly sure how to explain it. I know that we’re connected as a family but not seeing them, not hearing their voices is bizarre.
My parents and I don’t call each other. We text. To me, calling is for important matters… like something horrendous happened. The first time my mom called me, I freaked out… only to find out she accidentally pressed “call” instead of “message” when she was trying to text me. The second time, it was sort of like a butt-dial. She didn’t even know that she called me. The third time, just a few days ago was because something happened to my toe. I couldn’t stand or walk properly and she called to see how I was doing (cue awwww’s). But that last phone call almost brought me to tears. I knew I didn’t want to stay home for university. I wanted to be independent. And my parents love me so that’s why they let me go all the way to UBC. Just having that phone call ser… and now my mom logs on to MSN to talk to me hehehe. ANYWAYS. having that phone call serve as a reminder that my parents really care about me really touched me. No matter where I am, I know that my parents love me.
These four months have gone by sooo fast. September, October, November, I didn’t feel homesick. I really wanted to be with my family when something happened with my dad’s mom… but besides that, I was okay with being here. Now with less than 2 weeks to go until I fly home, I think it’s really starting to hit me. Isn’t that weird? I’m so close to being home and NOW I start missing it.
I don’t know. But I guess this has been good for me. I’ve gained a greater appreciation for my family. They are my home. And as cheesy as it sounds, I really love them.
Now I can’t wait to go back, hug them all until they can’t breathe, and then spend time with them. :)