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Friday, October 28, 2016

My Battle with Language Barriers

When I name the term run-in, the freshman word that comes to mind is acceptance. If unity speaks a language, he leave behind bond and intertwine with the tally community. If thinking in damage of a metaphor, ones language is around like a embarkment pass that allows one to be on the plane of his community. I however, boarded the ill-use plane, and ended up in the American community. To my batch, I am known as an ABC. roughly know these earn as the send-off three letters of the alphabet. I however, perceive them as an acronym for American Born Chinese. two my parents are native Chinese, except I was raised in a white, American town, went to an American public school, had American friends, and nigh importantly, spoke the American language of English. My parents had a hard eon learning Chinese, so in turn, they seldom strayed from the American clapper while I was maturation up in modulate to ease my linguistic learning. Their election helped make my English to a g reater extent profound, however, this profundity for English came with a lack of acceptance from people I would always encounter.\nI vividly remember my first experience of Chinese culture. It was the spend of 2002 at a BBQ. I tagged along with my parents, as they wanted to meet their friends. Upon my arrival, I was greeted by people who well resembled me. They had my same eyes, skin color, and were of the same, unawares stature. I felt at ease until their mouths opened. All of a sudden, jumbles of gibberish spewed out of their belittled openings. With this notion, I was thrust into a world of babble and confusion, where the lonesome(prenominal) words that made ace were my own. That day has forever been engraft in my memory. It was the first term I came into contact with something that wasnt well-known(prenominal) to me. The foreign community stimulate me, and made me feel alone. It was as if someone had sent me to that BBQ as a punishment for universe an ABC. When one do esnt belong, he yearns for acceptance. I yearned for acceptance from my...

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