I am sure that at some point in your
life, your parents have told you to do something that you believe is completely
unnecessary. An argument starts up, and in the end your parents give you the
old cliché saying, “You'll thank me for this later.” And I'm sure that majority
of us always think to ourselves, "Ha. Yea right,” and just shrug it off. I
was one of those kids who strongly believed that I would never
regret not listening to my parents, but not anymore.
My parents are your stereotypical
Asians. Right before I entered the 6th grade, my dad began cracking
down and forced me to start studying for the SAT. He bought one book that was
filled with SAT vocabulary words, and every week he would take me to Starbucks
to go over the words; it was absolutely dreadful. Every weekend, I would sit
there sipping on my frappuccino, wishing to go home. My dad, on the other hand,
took great pleasure in showing off how many “complicated” words he knew. High
school was three years away from now, what was the rush?
Four years later, and I’m suddenly a
sophomore in high school. I realized I was in desperate need for help with SAT,
so I took the initiative to ask my parents for supplementary classes. Of
course, they agreed. But even with the classes, vocabulary still didn’t come
easy to me. Frustrated and on the verge of rage quitting, I thought back to the
days where I sat in a coffee shop with my half-bald headed dad shoving word
after word into my head. I hated those days so much, but then I think about how
much easier life would have been if I had just listened. So while I struggle
through the hardships of high school, I am secretly thankful to my dad, who made
an effort to teach me vocabulary— but that will remain a secret between you and
me.
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